I, Yan Jiefang, will live to 2025 in this courtyard house.

On his way home, Yan Jiefang thought that since he already had divine sense, should he try to learn a divine sense cultivation technique to increase the strength of his divine sense as much as possible?

This absolutely has to be done!

Those who have cultivated immortality know that in the world of cultivation, one cannot only focus on improving one's cultivation level.

That would only make you a sitting duck in other people's eyes.

The path to immortality lies in the balanced development of cultivation, magical treasures, spiritual sense, physical constitution, and other aspects.

Otherwise, someone could seize upon your weaknesses at any time and deliver a fatal blow.

So he found a Xinhua Bookstore and spent a few cents to buy a copy of "Selected Qigong Exercises".

It's the book he recommended to Comrade Yu before.

As an honest person, he wouldn't speak carelessly or be overly protective of his own knowledge.

In fact, another book, "The Secret of the Twelve Mantras of Emei", also contains content on visualization techniques.

However, Yan Jiefang still chose "Selected Qigong Exercises" because the book has richer content and is more widely circulated.

It is said that 600,000 to 700,000 copies were printed, making it an absolute bestseller in those days.

Unfortunately, I've already used up all my critical hit chances for this year, so I'll have to wait until next year.

As Yan Jiefang passed by a garbage dump, he noticed several rats looking for food inside.

He immediately opened his divine sense, enveloping all the rats. Then, with a thought, all the rats disappeared and reappeared in his space.

He was overjoyed: He could indeed collect living creatures!

If his spiritual sense expands sufficiently in the future, it will definitely be more convenient for him to get things done.

Then, he casually put the dead rats back into the garbage dump.

By the way, could we just put the rats directly underground?

Yan Jiefang immediately tried it.

It is possible to do it, but divine sense will be greatly limited underground, and the detection range will be much smaller.

He could only put the rats directly underground, several meters deep.

But he was very satisfied with this feature.

After returning home, the second and third children had run off somewhere and were running around like crazy.

Only the eldest brother, Yan Xueqian, sat under the covered walkway, playing chess by himself while enjoying the electric fan.

Upon seeing his father return, Yan Xueqian immediately greeted him:

"Dad, you're back. I'll go get you a glass of cool water."

Yan Jiefang nodded: "Okay."

After his eldest son came into the house, he walked to the chessboard and glanced at the situation on the board.

The way this game was played was clearly different from the son's, and the level of play was also very high; it should be a classic game in the chess manual.

He noticed the Go magazine on the table and realized what was going on.

"Dad, have some water."

"Um."

Yan Jiefang took the cup and took a small sip.

"Dad, this game is from the China-Japan Go Super Match two months ago, between China's Nie Xuanfeng (playing white) and Japan's Honinbo player Cho Chikun (playing black)."

What do you think of their skill level?

Yan Xueqian asked this question on purpose. He knew that his father was indeed very good at Go, much better than him, but he had a bad habit of bragging.

He often criticizes those 9-dan and Go masters, both domestically and internationally, as utterly worthless.

It is important to know that Nie Xuanfeng is one of the most famous professional 9-dan players in China and is a recognized top Go master.

Cho Chikun's Honinbo title is one of the three highest honors in Japanese Go: Kisei, Meijin, and Honinbo, and is the lifelong pursuit of countless Japanese Go players.

You, Lao Yan, can break world records; I admit you are indeed invincible in sports.

But Go is not the same as running.

Running trains muscles, while Go trains the mind; they are completely different things.

He simply didn't believe his father possessed such professional skills.

Judging from his own professional 6-dan level, his father is at most a professional 8-dan.

This is indeed close to the top, but the gap is still significant.

He just wanted to hear what kind of jokes his dad, a professional 8-dan level expert, would tell.

Who is Yan Jiefang?

Naturally, he could see at a glance that his eldest son was dishonest.

However, he didn't care at all, after all, his Go score was 100/100, which was already the limit.

It's no exaggeration to say that Go is the best in the world.

"Son, your dad knows their strength, but you have no idea what my strength is."

Alright, when we have the time and opportunity, your dad will find Nie Xuanfeng to play a game and show you what a Go god is all about.

However, I'm too skilled, and I'm afraid you won't understand it. But I have some time today, so I'll give you some on-site guidance.

"So you won't go out and lose at chess, making me lose face."

For the next few hours, Yan Jiefang stayed at home and guided his son.

In the evening, the two boys, the second and third, returned covered in sweat, carrying a soccer ball in their hands.

The two boys, full of energy, went to play soccer at the school's nearby stadium.

In the sweltering heat, Yan Jiefang was unwilling to do that.

When the second son, Yan Xueheng, saw that Yan Jiefang had returned, his eyes immediately lit up:

"Dad, you're back?"

Yan Jiefang glanced at him and nodded with a hint of disdain:

"Um."

The child didn't care about his father's disapproval at all. He shoved the ball into his younger brother's hands and then came over with a smug grin.

"Dad, can you give me some money to buy some water? Look at me, I'm covered in sweat and almost dehydrated."

It's a good thing that children love sports when they are young.

Yan Jiefang, not wanting to make things difficult for him, took out three ten-yuan bills from his pocket and gave them to the three children:

"Here's ten yuan. Take it for your spending money. Whether you save it or buy soda is none of my business."

But let me make this clear first: this month and next month, don't ask your mom and me for money unless it's absolutely necessary.

Did you hear me?

The three children, their faces beaming with joy, exclaimed in unison, "We heard it!"

Dad is much more generous; he always gives the largest bills, unlike Mom, who has to beg Grandpa and Grandma for even five cents.

Uh, no, begging Grandpa won't help. He won't take the money off you, so don't even think about getting a single penny from him!

Only telling your maternal grandmother has any effect.

The second and third brothers happily took the money and put it away, then went to the refrigerator and took out four bottles of Beibingyang soda, one for each of them.

We have plenty of drinks at home; we only take money to buy water when we go out!

Whether you drink beverages at home or not has absolutely nothing to do with the cost.

As it was getting dark, Yan Jiefang got up and took his three children to the kitchen to prepare various dishes.

When Liu Ruyan comes back, just have her do it; it will be quick.

With Yan Jiefang's guidance, Liu Ruyan's cooking skills are also quite good, not much worse than Sha Zhu's.

Cooking some home-style dishes is no problem at all.

After dinner, the family sat in the living room watching TV.

Just then, the Sha Zhu couple suddenly showed up at the door.