Druid Fairy

Chapter 11 Father and Son Showdown
At max level, the Thorn Whip is no longer limited in quantity; if there are vines, it can be directly transformed into "Thorn Tentacles," which are quite useful for both binding and obstruction.

Imagine a life-or-death battle where the seemingly insignificant vines under the enemy's feet suddenly turn into a thorn trap. This brief opening is enough to secure victory!

"From now on, when I practice martial arts, I can be said to be cultivating both martial arts and techniques."

Li Pingcan washed the mud off his hands and felt happy.

In a sense, Druidic magic is also seen as "divine magic" by mortals.

At max level, skills will generate traits. [Thorn Whip] is [Proliferation], while [Moonlight] and [Animal Talk] become passive skills with no mana cost, and [Dancing Wind] is [Spin].

He can create small-scale tornadoes whenever he wants!

This means that they have gained the ability to protect themselves among ordinary people.

However, Lee Pyong-chan still adhered to the principle of "keeping a low profile and lying low," and made sure to do things quietly and patiently.

There are immortals in this world, it's all a dark forest law!
"It's a pity that I have limited time and energy, otherwise I would have leveled up all my skills to the maximum level."

There are differences between zero-ring spells. Creative summoning spells like [Thorn Whip] and [Dancing Wind] consume a huge amount of mana, and the difficulty of maxing them out is equally astonishing.

Planting trees takes up a lot of his time, so he can only prioritize upgrading important skills.

"Caw caw!" Little Black warned from the sky.

At the same time, "tap tap tap".

[Earth Vein Sensing] Footsteps approached from afar, and the thorny bushes that had been swirling with demons vanished in an instant. Li Rongzhou, who had returned from the peach orchard on the mountain, smiled and said, "Can'er, come home for dinner!"

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"Look at you, you're covered in mud again after playing with your dad!"

Qin quickly took off her youngest son's mud-covered clothes and put new ones on him. She muttered to herself, "The child is getting more and more mischievous as he grows up."

Lee Pyeongchan blinked innocently at his father.

Upon receiving his son's distress signal, Li Rongzhou came to the rescue, saying, "There's an old saying that this is called 'getting close to the ground.' Children need to get close to the ground to grow strong and healthy and not get sick easily. I grew up like this too."

"You just keep spoiling him; doting fathers often spoil their children!"

Qin glared at her husband.

When they had their eldest and second children, her husband was able to maintain the image of a "strict father," but now he is increasingly favoring his youngest son, leaving her to become a "strict mother."

That makes sense. The eldest son bears the burden, while the youngest son is pampered. Which family doesn't favor the youngest? Besides, Li Pingcan has been clever and adorable since childhood, and even she sometimes indulges him.

"Dad, Mom, we are back!"

Just then, Li Pingfu and Li Pingan arrived together.

Three years have passed, and twelve-year-old Li Pingfu is as strong as a calf. His face, which resembles his father's, is radiant and he walks with a brisk pace, exuding a powerful aura.

Because of his practice of "Black Tiger Kung Fu," he exudes a fierce and ruthless aura.

However, this fierceness turned into a silly grin when he got home, looking at the table full of meat and dishes, exclaiming "a life of paradise".

Li Ping'an was no longer the thin and frail man he once was. His small frame had grown tall and slender like a bamboo shoot. Thanks to his daily martial arts training with his father, he was tall but not thin, with strong muscles and bones. He had become wise through reading and had gained a gentle, scholarly air about him.

“Mother, I got a top grade in the private school exam again.”

"Our peace is truly remarkable," Qin Shi praised without reservation.

Li Ping'an's lips visibly curled up, an expression he couldn't suppress.

Li Pingcan clicked his tongue inwardly. He looked calm and collected, but his second brother was still that arrogant kid who wanted to be praised!

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After meal.

Li's courtyard.

Li Pingcan carried a small stool to watch his father and older brother practice.

“Come on, let’s have a spar, father and son.” Li Rongzhou beckoned to Li Pingfu. Li Pingfu was clearly eager for a fight, but pretended to be unwilling: “Father, you are a martial artist who has reached the Great Perfection of the Tendon Realm, and you are bullying me, a newcomer in the Skin Realm. It’s not fair for you to win.”

"You brat, you've even learned how to use reverse psychology."

Li Rongzhou laughed and cursed, "I won't use my left hand, and I won't move my legs. If I do, I lose."

Li Pingfu revealed a smug smile, shouting loudly, "Father, one...two...I'm coming!"

Those who practice martial arts might be caught off guard by Li Pingfu's sudden move and gain the upper hand, but Li Rongzhou is a ruthless man who survived famine and has seen countless such moves before.

He jokingly called him a "little rascal," appearing relaxed but actually tense and focused. With a swing of his right arm, he blocked Li Pingfu's straight punch.

Li Pingfu missed his first strike, then threw another punch, aiming straight for his father's jaw.

Just as Li Rongzhou was about to block with his arm, he saw his son give a sly smile, and his tightly clenched fist immediately loosened, a handful of stove ash flying towards his face, making Li Pingcan's eyes sting with tears.

"You little devil!" Li Rongzhou cursed under his breath, then calmly closed his eyes and used the sound of rubbing limbs to judge Li Pingfu's position, thus blocking all the dense attacks.

He learned the "Crane Style," which is characterized by its agility.

Seeing this, Li Pingfu could no longer hold back and used his trump card, "Little Black!"

"Gah!"

A black crow came down from the sky, swooping down and attacking Li Rongzhou's left arm with its sharp claws.

Li Rongzhou had no choice but to twist his upper body and block with his right fist, which exposed an opening.

"Black Tiger Crotch Strike!"

This move was originally called "Black Tiger Digs Out the Heart," meaning the ferocity of a tiger. Now, facing a "powerful enemy," Li Pingfu had no choice but to attack from all three directions, and his punches were incredibly powerful!

"Snapped!"

A hand as big as a fan slapped away his menacing fist, leaving him wide open. Li Rongzhou then easily grabbed his eldest son's shoulder, making the whole process look like Li Pingfu was offering himself up to be beaten.

"Hoohoo!"

"I lost!" Li Pingfu gasped for breath, his expression revealing his disappointment. He had used every trick in the book—cheating, using ashes, and even outside help—but he couldn't get his father to move an inch!
“Not bad, at your age, my mind wasn’t as sharp as yours.” Li Rongzhou laughed heartily and earnestly advised, “It’s just that your purpose is too obvious, so your next lesson is to conceal your purpose in attacking.”

Li Pingfu lowered his head, his expression thoughtful.

Li Pingcan, who watched the entire match from the sidelines, was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth.

How could someone who practices martial arts be so lacking in martial ethics?
A despicable sneak attack, smoke blindingly, a black tiger groin strike, forming alliances...

His expression was strange; this kind of martial artist was far too real!

…………

spring day.

As the head of the family, Li Rongzhou was quite busy, not only loosening the soil but also managing the peach orchard.

Even so, he would diligently practice martial arts every day, day after day, for decades.

"We're about to break through the bottleneck."

Li Rongzhou frowned; at the very last moment, his cultivation progress slowed down.

It is well known that the younger one is, the easier it is to break through in martial arts, and he is already twenty-eight years old this year.

Some martial artists, whose aptitude is still average, are stuck at the Tendon Realm for who knows how many days. Others, however, never seem to grasp the essence and remain stagnant for seven or eight years, with no hope of ever reaching the Qi and Blood Realm.

"Martial arts are difficult."

He sighed helplessly, "Which martial artist doesn't want to go further?"
Seeing his father's worried expression, Li Pingcan, who was "playing" by digging a hole, also frowned.

Is there any way to help my dad?

(End of this chapter)