Too much self-discipline, all the rubbish skills become conceptual level!

"Mom, it's me."

"I am Chen Ping'an." A sentence full of emotion came out of Chen Ping'an's mouth.

Since she was three years old, her mother Ji Xueqin followed her father Chen Tiangang to leave the Chen family, the general's mansion, and head to the battlefield of monsters.

The two have not seen each other for twelve years!

This was the first time the two met in twelve years.

"what?"

Ji Xueqin was obviously stunned and hadn't come back to her senses at all.

"Mom, I am Chen Ping'an, your son." Chen Ping'an spoke again.

"You...you are Chen Ping'an, my little Ping'an?"

At this time, Ji Xueqin was also dumbfounded. It was difficult for her to accept the appearance of the man in front of her. He was as beautiful as jade, unparalleled in the world, and powerful, surpassing her own ancestor.

The strongest and most handsome young man who has a hundred thousand feet long road and has reached the perfect semi-saint realm, could be his son, Chen Pingan!

But looking at the extremely handsome young man in front of her who looked somewhat similar to herself, and also because of their blood relationship, Ji Xueqin, as a mother, was almost certain that the person in front of her was definitely her son Chen Pingan!

"Mom, it's me, your little Ping An." Looking at his mother Ji Xueqin who was having a hard time accepting him, Chen Pingan smiled happily and said seriously, "Mom, I've missed you so much over the years."

"Peace, you are peace, my little peace."

After realizing that the handsome young man in front of him was really his son Chen Pingan.

An excited expression appeared on Ji Xueqin's face. She subconsciously hugged the other person tightly, and tears flowed involuntarily from the corners of her eyes.

Twelve years ago, when Chen Ping'an was three years old, she followed her husband Chen Tiangang to the monster battlefield because she was worried about his safety.

For the past twelve years, she has always missed her son Chen Ping'an and felt full of guilt towards him.

Although I have my sister-in-law to take care of me at home.

But a three-year-old child has been without the company of his parents for twelve years. How lonely it must be.

"Ping'an, stand still and let me take a good look at you."

Looking at Chen Pingan, who was a head taller than him, with fair and tender skin that looked as if water could be squeezed out of it at any time, a handsome face with a hint of youthfulness.

I couldn't help but feel secretly happy. Fortunately, my child looks like me and not like his father Chen Tiangang. It can be said that the son is better than his father!

Compared to the mother and son who were finally reunited after twelve years, Ji Chen, the semi-saint ancestor of the Ji family standing beside them, was completely stunned.

He he he...what did he hear?

The person in front of him was extremely powerful, his own avenue was as high as one hundred thousand feet, and he was a semi-saint who had cultivated one of the highest avenues, the avenue of time... He turned out to be the son of a younger generation in his own family.

According to blood relationship.

The other party has to call him ancestor...

Of course, calling these things are just small things.

In the Xuanhuang world, strength is respected.

It is not uncommon for older people to call younger people "seniors".

What really shocked the Ji family's semi-saint ancestor was the other party's cultivation.

The other party is the son of Ji Xueqin, a younger generation in the family.

According to the information he knew, Ji Xueqin's son was born fifteen years ago.

So far, Chen Pingan in front of him is only a little over fifteen years old.

Fifteen years old?

He's only fifteen years old!

When I think back to when I was fifteen, I didn’t even know where to play in the mud.

But the young man in front of him has already broken through to the perfect level of the semi-saint realm with a road of ten thousand feet.

Even if he practiced fighting, it would only take fifteen years from the time he started practicing from the womb, an average of 1.3 major realms and 13 minor realms per year.

What's more, the later the realm, the more difficult it is to break through the cultivation speed.

At the level of semi-saint, it is common to take tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years to break through a small realm.

However, the other party had already broken through to a level that was difficult for him to surpass when he was only fifteen years old.

What a terrifying cultivation speed!

What an enchanting talent this is!

Eternity, no, hundreds of thousands, millions, tens of millions...

A peerless genius that has never appeared in billions of years!

"Ping An, how have you been doing at home these past few years? Have you eaten well and dressed well? Have you suffered any injustice?"

"If you've been wronged, tell me and I'll help you get justice."

At this moment, Ji Xueqin was like a loving mother, looking at Chen Pingan with a doting face.

She completely forgot about Chen Pingan in front of her, whose strength was already beyond her imagination.

But in the eyes of parents, no matter how high their son's achievements are or how strong his abilities are, he is still just a child in their eyes.

"Mom, I've been doing pretty well these years, especially Auntie who has taken very good care of me. You don't have to worry."

Chen Pingan said calmly that he had lived a very good life over the years.

They didn't mention what happened twelve years ago when they left the Chen family, the general's mansion.

When I was only three years old, I was brutally persecuted by my third mother Xu Qinglan.

Maybe this is what children are like, they always report good news but never bad news in front of their parents.

"Boom!"

Suddenly a loud roar sounded in this small world.

Accompanied by an extremely powerful pressure sweeping across.

The whole little world is shaking!

The coming of the blood demon is imminent!

It seems that the real body may appear here at any time!

Facing the approaching Saint Blood Demon, Chen Pingan wiped the tears from his mother's eyes, smiled and said, "Mom, there's something small here. You guys go back first. I'll reunite with you after I've dealt with the small matter here."

"Father, I miss you too."

"Ping An, what do you mean?"

"Won't you come back with us?"

Seeing that Chen Pingan didn't seem to intend to leave, Ji Xueqin's face showed a trace of panic.

"Mom, the enemy is coming soon, and they are very powerful."

"By the time I fight him, I may not have time to take care of you."

"Don't worry, I'll be fine."

After saying that, Chen Pingan looked at the Ji family's semi-saint ancestor beside him and said seriously: "Ancestor, please take my mother away from here."

Chen Pingan did not call the Ji family's semi-saint ancestor an immortal.

Although, there are some conflicts between him and the Ji family.

However, the behavior of this semi-saint ancestor of the Ji family is quite good.

For the sake of his mother, the other party did not hesitate to consume his lifespan to perform secret techniques, and even in the end he fought against ten powerful semi-saints.

So that they were killed, their souls were scattered and disappeared into thin air.

"Senior...Okay." The Ji family's semi-saint ancestor originally wanted to call Chen Pingan "senior", but when he thought that this was his junior, he couldn't say it, so he could only come to Ji Xueqin.