“Long Feng, congratulations!” As soon as Zhang Yang returned to the living room, Long Feng happened to be descending the stairs. After glancing at him, Zhang Yang’s eyes lit up slightly, and he stepped forward with a smile to say this.

During this period, Long Feng had also been in seclusion. With the Essence Blood Pills and various spirit herbs provided by Zhang Yang, his cultivation had hardly paused.

Such intense cultivation had both advantages and disadvantages. The benefit was that the speed of cultivation would be very fast with the aid of spirit herbs, but the drawback was that this kind of forced, accelerated advancement was not good for Long Feng’s future development—it meant an unstable foundation.

However, Long Feng had experienced a moment of epiphany, so there wouldn't be any issues in the short term. Moreover, Zhang Yang still possessed a Great Restoration Pill, so even if he encountered qi deviation, there would be no need to worry.

Toward Long Feng, Zhang Yang was never stingy. “Thank you!” Long Feng let out a light, very happy smile.

After such a long period of seclusion, he finally achieved a breakthrough. His internal energy had finally advanced from the early stage of the Third Level to the middle stage of the Third Level.

Advancing within a year was absolutely rare in the entire Long family. If it hadn't been for Zhang Yang providing him with spirit herbs for cultivation without reservation, Long Feng would never have achieved what he had today.

This thank you came absolutely from the bottom of his heart. “We are brothers, why be so polite!” Zhang Yang gently shook his head.

Having shared a bond of life and death made a difference. His relationship with Long Feng was, in fact, closer than that with Su Zhantao or Long Cheng.

Looking at Zhang Yang, Long Feng revealed a wry smile again. “I have advanced, but compared to you, I am even further behind!” Long Feng was twenty-six or twenty-seven, and his cultivation at the middle stage of the Third Level was certainly among the elite of the younger generation—that was when compared to others.

But when compared to Zhang Yang, there was simply no basis for comparison. Zhang Yang had not concealed the fact that he had reached the Great Perfection of the Fourth Level.

Long Feng still remembered the shock when he learned Zhang Yang had reached Great Perfection; his mouth had opened wide enough to fit a large pear. Reaching Great Perfection at the middle stage of the Fourth Level was unprecedented for Zhang Yang; it was something Long Feng had never even considered possible.

And now he was only at the middle stage of the Third Level. Compared to Great Perfection, the gap was not just a little bit, but an insurmountable chasm.

“Zhang Yang, since both you and Long Feng are out of seclusion, let’s cook a feast tonight and celebrate properly!” Mi Xue seized the opportunity to suggest. Mi Xue was also an internal energy cultivator now and understood much about the world of internal energy cultivation.

She now comprehended the divisions of the internal energy levels, and she knew that her man was already one of the top masters in the world. This filled her with immense pride.

No matter the girl, they hoped the person they loved would be a true hero, a genuine man of valor. If it weren’t for these girls’ hero complexes, there wouldn’t be so many melodramatic soap operas about heroes saving beauties.

“Good!” Zhang Yang smiled and nodded. During the month of seclusion, he had only eaten a little each day and hadn’t tasted fine food in a long time; his palate had grown bland.

With his current strength, he could easily go seven or eight days without eating, but that wasn’t ideal. Cultivators were not deities; they still needed to partake in the world’s fare.

Hearing Zhang Yang agree, Mi Xue clearly brightened up and immediately began pondering what delicious dishes she should prepare for the evening. Even after becoming a cultivator, Mi Xue retained her former temperament, unchanged in the slightest.

The dinner was indeed sumptuous. Zhang Daofeng and Zhang Yun’an were present, and even Zhang Pinglu rarely gathered with everyone.

This meal was truly enjoyable. Everyone currently living in the house was an internal energy cultivator, so they didn't need to hold back in their conversations.

Even Qu Meilan was now a disciple of the Medical Saint Martial Sect, and the only disciple. Consequently, both Zhang Daofeng and Zhang Yun’an treated her with a deference much different from before.

Even Zhang Pinglu occasionally offered her guidance, which left her feeling flattered and overwhelmed. It couldn't be helped; Zhang Yang was somewhat lazy and hadn't taken disciples.

Since Qu Meilan was the sole student of the newly established Medical Saint Martial Sect, she naturally received 'all the love and attention.' Furthermore, Qu Meilan had consistently behaved admirably, showing proper respect for seniority and maintaining excellent composure, which only endeared her more to Zhang Daofeng and the others. “Zhang Yang, I visited your father today!” Back in the bedroom, lying on the bed, Mi Xue leaned against Zhang Yang and whispered softly.

“I was in seclusion during this time and had no time to go out. I apologize for the trouble,” Zhang Yang wrapped his arm around Mi Xue’s shoulder and nodded gently.

A month of seclusion meant no opportunity to step outside, naturally ruling out any visits to Zhang Keqin. During this past month, Mi Xue had visited at least twice a week, acting as his proxy and explaining the situation.

“It’s my duty; how can I call it trouble?” Mi Xue looked up, rolled her eyes playfully at Zhang Yang, and then said with a light laugh, “Dad said he is going to the capital in a few days. He asked if you have time to go together; if not, we can wait a few days before heading over.” “Go in a few days?

So soon? Wasn’t it supposed to be near the end of the month?” Zhang Yang frowned slightly.

It was already early July, and Zhang Keqin had indeed mentioned going to the capital in July, but he had specified the latter half, which was still some time away. “I’m not sure.

Plans change, I suppose. Dad decided to leave earlier!” Mi Xue shook her head, then tilted her head back, gazing deeply into Zhang Yang’s eyes.

“Zhang Yang, I think we should go together. It’s been so many years, and you haven't gone home with your father.

Now that your misunderstanding is resolved, you should go back. At least you should visit the relatives at home!” Mi Xue was very clear about Zhang Yang’s situation.

During the New Year, because the misunderstanding with Zhang Keqin had only recently been resolved, Zhang Yang hadn't returned; even Zhang Keqin had stayed in Changjing for the holiday. Now that the rift had been mended for quite some time, it wasn't appropriate to neglect visiting the relatives, especially since Zhang Yang's misunderstanding had only been with his father, not all the relatives.

“Okay, I’ll mention it tomorrow. We’ll prepare, and we’ll go back together!” Zhang Yang finally nodded.

He had actually agreed when Zhang Keqin first brought up the matter; it was just a few days sooner now. He had recently finished his seclusion and had nothing pressing.

Going back with his father was no big deal. Mi Xue was right; they really should visit the relatives at home.

In the past, he could excuse himself by claiming immaturity, but so many years had passed. He had grown up, and with the misunderstanding gone, it would be inexcusable not to return.

“Dad will surely be very happy to hear this news!” Mi Xue smiled sweetly. Zhang Yang turned toward her and grinned mischievously.

“We’ll talk about tomorrow tomorrow. It seems it’s time for our cultivation practice again today.

Let’s begin!” Mentioning cultivation, Mi Xue’s face immediately flushed crimson. She naturally knew what cultivation Zhang Yang meant.

In fact, dual cultivation was the most pleasurable experience for her—not only could she cultivate, but it also brought intense euphoria. Mi Xue nodded with a blush.

Zhang Yang immediately turned over, and before he could pin her down, her small hands deftly flicked the light switch. The room instantly plunged into dimness, and soft moans and gasps filled the air together.

The next couple of days, Zhang Yang became busy again. This time, it wasn’t for cultivating internal energy, but for preparing for the family visit.

The closest person to him in the capital was Zhang Yang’s aunt. He hadn't seen this aunt for three years.

When he was at odds with his father, his aunt frequently visited him. When he was admitted to university, it was his aunt who personally accompanied him to Changjing.

His aunt had treated him very well, but it seemed her health hadn't been good in the past few years, so she didn't venture out much. Thinking of this, Zhang Yang felt a pang of self-reproach.

He had completely inherited the memories of the original Zhang Yang, but he had neglected some emotional ties. Knowing his aunt was unwell, he should have gone to see her sooner.

After all, in this world, there were almost no people who could surpass him in medical skill. Besides his aunt, there were also several paternal cousins and maternal cousins.

Perhaps due to Zhang Keqin’s influence, they had all treated him quite well when he was younger. Zhang Yang had some vague memories, but they were all from a decade ago.

In the last ten years, they hadn't maintained contact with Zhang Yang, so his feelings toward them had faded considerably. But regardless, they were still relatives, and since he was going back, appropriate gifts needed preparation.

Of course, the gifts for these relatives couldn't compare to those for his aunt's family; the focus of the presents would naturally differ. Zhang Yang wouldn't selflessly treat them all equally.

After two days of shopping, Zhang Yang ended up buying enough things to fill a truck. Returning to his family home in the capital after more than a decade, Zhang Yang couldn't exactly say he was nervous, but his heart did flutter a little.

These fluctuations were residual effects of past emotions. The things left behind by the former 'Zhang Yang' now influenced the present Zhang Yang very, very little.

A day later, Zhang Yang received a call from Zhang Keqin. Zhang Keqin would be flying back to the capital the next morning, and before that, Zhang Yang needed to leave a day early and drive directly to the capital.

The reason for traveling separately was mainly due to Zhuifeng and the others. Zhang Yang hadn't intended to bring Zhuifeng along this time, as Zhuifeng was a horse, unlike Lightning and Wuying, who were easier to manage.

Unfortunately, Zhuifeng absolutely refused to stay behind this time, throwing tantrums at home if Zhang Yang didn't take him. With Zhang Pinglu and Zhang Daofeng at home, there wasn't much concern about Zhuifeng’s destructive capability.

However, this little fellow’s speed was unmatched; if he truly went wild, even Zhang Pinglu couldn't catch him. This ultimately forced Zhang Yang to take him along.

Sitting in the Hummer, Zhuifeng held his head high, letting out a triumphant snort. Lightning and Wuying, the two little ones, were constantly hopping on Zhuifeng’s back.

They were playing their game of cat and mouse again—one hiding, one chasing—and were forbidden from using their special spirit beast powers. Looking at the three spirited youngsters, Zhang Yang could only shake his head helplessly and settle into the front passenger seat.

In front of the Hummer was the limited-edition Bugatti. Mi Xue was standing by the door, wearing a fiery, tight outfit.

This was a rare sight for Mi Xue; even Zhang Yang had never seen her dressed like this. Current Mi Xue was the very picture of a hot chick.

“Zhang Yang, we’re heading out first!” She called out to Zhang Yang, blew him a flying kiss, then got into the car and sped away quickly. Qu Meilan was sitting in the passenger seat.

Since there were no major matters in the capital trip, she decided to bring them along too.【To be continued】