Chaos God's Nest

"really?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Ming's face suddenly showed excitement, and without saying a word, he knelt down in front of Yan Xiaohuang with a plop.

"Fang Ming is willing to work like a slave for you from now on, I only ask you to save my father!"

Seeing this, Yan Xiaohuang also helped Fang Ming up and said, "A man's knees are made of gold. How can you behave like this? Get up quickly!"

Then, Yan Xiaohuang turned to look at Father Fang again and asked, "Tell me, what exactly caused you to get sick? I need to know the whole story!"

Hearing Yan Xiaohuang's question, Fang's father nodded with gratitude, and then began to explain the cause and effect of the matter.

Twenty years ago, in order to find elixirs to temper the bodies of Fang Ming and his sister Fang Yao, he went to the primeval forest alone. In the deepest part of the forest, he encountered an extremely powerful and mysterious beast. He was defeated and injured by the beast. Fortunately, he practiced an ancient secret method and managed to escape from the beast. Since then, his cultivation has plummeted, and now he has become a complete cripple.

After listening to Mr. Fang’s story, Yan Xiaohuang couldn’t help but fall into deep thought.

If he guessed correctly, the forest that Father Fang was talking about was the original forest that he encountered after coming out of the boundary gate. But why didn't he encounter any powerful beasts? Could it be?

Thinking of this, Yan Xiaohuang couldn't help but turn his head to look at his left shoulder, only to see the little black dragon lying there and sleeping soundly, looking very cute.

"Could it be because of this little guy?" Yan Xiaohuang thought to himself.

This speculation is not without reason. After all, the true dragon is the supreme race among the ferocious beasts in the ancient times. It possesses powerful divine pressure. It is believed that after those ferocious beasts sense the breath of the little guy, they will not even have time to stay away from him, let alone take the initiative to provoke him.

Yan Xiaohuang pondered secretly, and at that moment, he felt that his guess was becoming more and more correct, and then the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

It can only be said that he really picked up a treasure this time. After all, with such a little guy by his side, if he happens to encounter some difficult-to-deal-with ferocious monsters in the future, wouldn't he be able to make the opponent flee without a fight just by using its aura?

What's more, besides the little guy, Yan Xiaohuang now has Erhuo and Xiaobai by his side. When the time comes, he will just release the three beasts. I really don't know which blind creature will dare to challenge him?

Speaking of Erhuo and Xiaobai, ever since Yan Xiaohuang left the ancestral land of the Jinwu tribe last time, these two guys have been in a deep sleep because of taking the Fusang fruit. I don’t know what they look like now. I think the two beasts should still be sleeping, otherwise, with these two guys’ inability to stand loneliness, I’m afraid they would have jumped out of the Jinwu Temple long ago.

Shaking his head, Yan Xiaohuang stopped thinking about it and turned to Fang's father and said, "Give me your hand!"

Hearing this, the latter hurriedly extended his hand. At that moment, Yan Xiaohuang circulated the true energy in his body and began to carefully investigate the condition inside Fang's father's body.

"So that's it! I didn't expect the situation to be so bad!" After a long time, Yan Xiaohuang nodded and muttered to himself as if he had discovered something.

Seeing this, Fang Ming thought the situation was very tricky, and immediately asked with a worried look on his face: "How is it, senior? My father's illness..."

"Haha, if it were someone else, they might not be able to save him, but for me, it's a piece of cake!" Yan Xiaohuang replied with a smile.

"really?"

Hearing this, Fang Ming couldn't help but get extremely excited. He was about to kowtow to Yan Xiaohuang again, but was held back by Yan Xiaohuang.

"Don't do this again! In this world, a man's knees can only be to his parents and mentors. No one else is worthy of kneeling! Do you remember this?"

"Yes!"

Hearing this, Fang Ming blushed and nodded in reply.

He has a strong talent for cultivation. Even though he has reached the Tianwu realm now, he is only fifteen years old. After all, he is still just a child and needs someone to tell him these principles.

After hearing Yan Xiaohuang's words and seeing his son's answer, Fang's father became anxious and quickly turned around to glance at his son.

"My stupid son! Why can't you hear the meaning behind your words? Kneel down and become his disciple! With such a strong man guiding you in your cultivation, won't you be able to rise to great heights in the future?"

Thinking in his heart, Father Fang also kept blinking at his son, but the latter just smiled foolishly and seemed to ignore his meaning.

At this moment, Yan Xiaohuang saw Father Fang's strange look and couldn't help asking, "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Ah! No...no! Thank you for your help, senior! In the future..."

"Don't say such things anymore. Since I have decided to save you, I don't want you to make these so-called promises to me!" Yan Xiaohuang waved his hand.

"Your illness is caused by a strange toxin, so next, I will use a flame to burn your body and meridians to help you remove these strange toxins. Of course, you can rest assured that it will not cause any harm to you, but it will be a little painful! You need to bear it!" Yan Xiaohuang said truthfully.

"Senior, please feel free to help! I can bear it!" Upon hearing this, Father Fang nodded heavily in response.

"Just hold it in, I'm about to start!"

"Come on! I...Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh!"

Before Mr. Fang finished speaking, Yan Xiaohuang had already started. He activated the Vermillion Bird Heart Flame, which enveloped Mr. Fang and kept burning him. In an instant, Mr. Fang on the bed had turned into a man of fire.

Fang Ming, who was watching this scene, was extremely anxious, but he gradually felt relieved after realizing that his father was just screaming in pain but his life was not in danger at all.

After three full hours, Yan Xiaohuang slowly stopped what he was doing. As for Fang's father on the bed, he had already fainted from the pain.

Seeing this, Fang Ming hurried forward and asked worriedly: "Senior, my father?"

"Don't worry! He is fine now. He just fainted due to the pain from the burns. He should wake up soon!" Yan Xiaohuang replied.

Hearing this, Fang Ming's face once again showed gratitude, and he said, "Thank you, senior!"

"Ok!"

This time, Yan Xiaohuang nodded slowly and said nothing more.

Just as Yan Xiaohuang said, after a while, Father Fang woke up. The moment he woke up, a powerful aura surged out of his body. It was the aura that only a cultivator in the Tianwu realm could have.

"I..I'm recovered!"

Feeling the condition inside his body, Father Fang was full of disbelief. He then hurriedly circulated the spiritual energy in his body. After discovering that he had really recovered completely, tears immediately streamed down his face.

Then, he walked up quickly and knelt in front of Yan Xiaohuang with a plop.

"Thank you, senior, for coming to the rescue!"

Seeing this, Fang Ming on the side also knelt down towards Yan Xiaohuang, and said with his father: "Thank you, senior!"

Yan Xiaohuang couldn't help but frown at this. Just as he was about to speak, Fang's father pulled his son Fang Ming over and said sincerely, "I know what you are going to say, Senior! In this world, a man can only kneel to his parents and mentors, but the great kindness you have shown to our Fang family today is no less than the kindness of my parents in giving us a new life! You deserve this kneeling, Senior!"

"this..."

After hearing this, Yan Xiaohuang didn't know what to say anymore. He could only smile and then nodded slowly.

Who would have thought that after the father and son finished their greetings and stood up, Fang's father suddenly kicked Fang Ming in the back of the knee, and the latter immediately fell to his knees again with a thud.

"father?"

Fang Ming was bewildered. He was about to stand up but was pushed down again by his father.

At this moment, even Yan Xiaohuang was confused and didn't know what Mr. Fang meant by this.

"Senior! My son is stupid and does not know the ways of heaven, earth, the emperor, parents and teachers, but his talent is not bad. Although he is not as good as the best, he is better than the worst. I hope you can accept my son as your disciple so that you can guide him in his cultivation in the future!"

After hearing what Mr. Fang said, Yan Xiaohuang finally realized that the other party wanted his son to become his disciple. However, this was normal. Most ordinary people would think so.

To be honest, Yan Xiaohuang did have this plan in mind. After all, he didn't know what kind of situation he would face when he went to the upper realm in the future. It would be better to have a few people to help him than to be alone.

Moreover, Fang Ming’s talent is indeed good. He is the best among all the young men Yan Xiaohuang has ever seen. He is very suitable to be accepted as a disciple.

Thinking of this, Yan Xiaohuang turned his head and looked at Fang Ming who was kneeling on the ground.

Seeing Yan Xiaohuang's move, Fang's father on the side was immediately overjoyed. The other party's move undoubtedly showed that the other party had no objection and it all depended on whether his son was willing.

At that moment, he kicked his son Fang Ming on the buttocks and scolded him, "What are you still standing there for, little brat? Come and become my disciple!"

"what?"

Fang Ming finally reacted, and his face suddenly showed excitement. He quickly knelt down and kowtowed three times.

"Master, please accept my disciple's greetings!"

Yan Xiaohuang did not respond immediately, but asked Fang Ming in a serious tone: "The matter of becoming my disciple is not a joke. If you sincerely want to become my disciple, I will treat you well! But if you are unwilling, you don't have to force it!"

Hearing this, Fang Ming suddenly became anxious, thinking that Yan Xiaohuang didn't want to accept him as a disciple, and immediately explained with a red face: "No, no! Absolutely not! I am willing! Although I am dull, I can see that you are a very capable person, Master! I hope you will accept me as your disciple!"

After hearing Fang Ming's answer, Yan Xiaohuang smiled and nodded, saying, "In that case, I will accept you as my disciple!"

"Take this thing!"

As he spoke, Yan Xiaohuang took out an ancient token from his arms and threw it to Fang Ming.

"What is this?" Looking carefully at the token in his hand, Fang Ming asked Xiang Yan Xiaohuang in confusion.

"This is the Ancient Token! With it, if you go to the upper realm one day, you can get the protection of the Ancient Temple!"

"Ancient Temple?"

Upon hearing Yan Xiaohuang's words, Mr. Fang's expression changed drastically, and then his eyes showed great excitement.

"Senior, are you from the Ancient Temple?" asked Father Fang.

"naturally!"

Yan Xiaohuang nodded, then looked at Father Fang in confusion and asked, "Why? Have you heard of the Ancient Temple?"

Since there is no power of the Ancient Temple on Taichu Star, Yan Xiaohuang naturally doesn't think that the other party would know the name of the Ancient Temple.

"Ok!"

Father Fang nodded, and then said excitedly: "The Ancient Temple is a well-known immortal force in the upper world! When I was young and traveling around, I heard an old man talk about it! No wonder you have such strength at such a young age, I didn't expect you to be a disciple of that immortal force!"

"Immortal power? What is that?" Fang Ming asked in confusion after hearing what Fang's father said.

"The Immortal Force is a sect that has existed since ancient times and is as immortal as the sky and the earth! My son! You must follow your master well, and maybe one day in the future, you will be able to find your mother!"

"Mother! Dad, do you mean that I can find my mother?" Hearing what his father Fang said, Fang Ming immediately became excited again and asked hurriedly.

"That's right!"

Father Fang nodded, then sighed deeply. Then, he looked extremely solemn, as if he had made an extremely important decision. He said, "Now that things have come to this, I will no longer hide anything from you! Do you remember that I once told you that your mother is still alive?"

"Remember!" Hearing this, Fang Ming nodded.

"Let me tell you the truth! Your mother is an immortal force from the upper realm!"

"what!"

Fang Ming was shocked, and then asked: "Really? Mother...Which immortal force is she from?"

"Piaomiao Holy Land!" Father Fang pondered for a moment and finally replied.

"Piaomiao Holy Land?"

Even Yan Xiaohuang couldn't help but frown after hearing this. He had heard of this immortal force, which was located in the fifth mountain and sea realm of the upper realm.

At that moment, Fang's father also recounted his experience of meeting Fang Ming's mother in detail.

The plot is like this. Fang's father rescued a seriously injured woman in Taichu Nanling while traveling. The two fell in love with each other and gave birth to brother and sister Fang Ming and Fang Yao.

Later, Fang's father learned of Fang's mother's identity. She was the saint of the immortal force Piaomiao Holy Land in the upper realm. Due to sect reasons, in order not to drag down her children and husband, she had to return to the upper realm, leaving Fang's father alone to raise the two children.

After listening to Mr. Fang's story, Yan Xiaohuang's mouth twitched repeatedly. As he expected, the plot was still so bloody.

"So, Ming'er, you must practice well! Try to bring your mother back as soon as possible, so that our family of four can be reunited! As for your father, alas! I am old and useless, and my cultivation in this life will stop here!" Father Fang said with a melancholy face.

"Don't worry, Dad! I will definitely bring Mom back!" Fang Ming said with determination in his eyes.

At this moment, looking at his son's determined eyes, a smile appeared on Fang's father's face.

As for Yan Xiaohuang, he always felt weird in his heart for some reason at this moment.

"Damn it, why does this clichéd plot seem like something I've heard of somewhere before? Could it be that my apprentice is holding a script written by a child of some dimension?"

(End of this chapter)