A great emperor master every day—the good-for-nothing young master is having a blast!

Back at the Chen family home, Chen Zhaowu went to Chen Ming's residence and kicked open the door.

The servants in the manor were so frightened by the scene that they dared not utter a sound and slunk away to a secluded corner.

She was afraid that if the master saw it, it would affect her.

"Father...Father!"

Chen Ming lay sprawled on the ground, his hair disheveled, his hands gripping the Cold Rain Illusion Technique tightly, trembling violently with fear.

Chen Zhaowu stood there, exuding an imposing aura without being angry.

Looking down at Chen Ming, who was sprawled on the ground in a disheveled state, he was instantly filled with rage.

"Chen Ming!" Chen Zhaowu shouted, rushed forward, and kicked Chen Ming hard in the stomach.

Chen Ming had no time to dodge, nor did he dare to dodge.

He felt a heavy blow to his abdomen; the powerful impact caused him to lose all control of his body and fly backward.

With a bang, Chen Ming crashed heavily into the wall, and the wooden table he passed in was also affected, instantly shattering into several pieces.

"puff......"

Chen Ming's expression was contorted as he clutched his stomach in extreme pain, feeling as if his internal organs had been severely damaged.

Only after spitting out a mouthful of blood did he feel a sense of relief.

With difficulty, he raised his head to look at his most respected father, his eyes filled with an indescribable mix of fear and guilt.

This was the first time Chen Zhaowu had used violence against his only son, whom he cherished and had spoiled since childhood.

Even so, he still felt no regret whatsoever.

"Ming'er, look at yourself now, what a mess you look like!"

"To be so easily discouraged after a setback? Is this still the eldest son of the Chen family? Is this still my son, Chen Zhaowu's son?!"

Chen Zhaowu's voice was excited as he pointed at Chen Ming's nose and angrily berated him.

Chen Ming was exceptionally intelligent, and at the young age of sixteen, he had already broken through to the Enlightenment Realm.

Such talent is no less than, and no less than, that of Chen Zhaowu back then.

This made him very proud, and he always groomed Chen Ming to be the future head of the Chen family.

But a sudden change destroyed the Chen family, and even more so, his beloved eldest son.

A fragment of a Heaven-rank cultivation technique called the Cold Rain Ice Illusion Technique, seemingly a treasure that could help the Chen family prosper, is actually a giant pit that plunges the Chen family into an endless abyss.

Chen Zhaowu gritted his teeth in hatred, unwilling to have suffered such a great loss.

"Mr. Chen... don't let me find you."

Chen Zhaowu memorized these three words in his heart.

We can only get this partial information from Director Shan.

The incomplete "Cold Rain Ice Illusion Technique" was consigned to an auction house by a young man surnamed Chen, and no other information about it is known.

Finding him is up to fate.

At the same time, Chen Yue sneezed inside the room.

"Is it a little cold, or is someone thinking of me?"

"Never mind, let's continue cultivating."

Dozens of dark red ice spikes floated above Chen Yue, after continuous practice.

I'm becoming more and more adept at controlling and cohesuring the ice picks.

After being scolded, Chen Ming's expression gradually hardened, and he slowly stood up despite the pain.

Chen Zhaowu's face was expressionless, revealing no emotion.

Before Chen Ming could even catch his breath, another heavy kick followed.

Chen Ming's eyes widened; he hadn't expected his father to come again.

He collapsed weakly to the ground, feeling as if all the bones in his body had shattered into pieces.

"Can you still stand up?!"

"Ming'er, will you still be able to stand up?!"

Chen Ming braced himself with his hands on the ground, gritted his teeth, and shakily got up.

"Father...Father, I can...I can stand up!"

Chen Ming was in so much pain that he could barely speak, and his voice was trembling.

"That's right, that's my good son, Chen Zhaowu!"

Chen Zhaowu strode forward, a smile finally appearing on his usually cold face.

Chen Ming was just about to catch his breath when he never expected that his smiling father would kick him.

That kick almost knocked him unconscious, and he heard that familiar phrase again.

"Ming'er, will you still be able to stand up?!"

At this moment, Chen Ming felt as if all the bones in his body had been shattered into pieces, and the excruciating pain made it impossible for him to stand up again.

Even though he could still stand, Chen Ming dared not stand any longer.

If he stood up again, Chen Ming wouldn't be able to withstand the next kick, and there was a very high possibility that he would be kicked to death by his father.

"Father... I'm afraid... I'm afraid I won't be able to stand up again."

Chen Ming was extremely weak, giving the impression that he was about to die.

Chen Zhaowu was quite pleased with Chen Ming's resilience just now.

Chen Ming was lying on the ground and refused to stand up. Chen Zhaowu felt that Chen Ming was just making excuses.

Chen Zhaowu disliked this attitude very much.

His smile gradually froze, and he strode towards Chen Ming again.

Chen Ming was quite frightened, knowing that his father was not joking with him.

If I can't get up soon, my life will probably end here.

"Father, I can do it! I can still do it!"

A strong will to survive gave Chen Ming an unprecedented burst of strength, allowing him to stand up once again.

Chen Ming's actions surprised Chen Zhaowu greatly.

He just wanted to go forward and help his son up.

Unexpectedly, Chen Ming was able to stand up again after being kicked twice. His willpower was much stronger than he had imagined.

"As expected of my son, Chen Zhaowu, he's tough enough!"

Chen Zhaowu patted Chen Ming on the shoulder with a smile, his face full of pride.

Chen Ming forced a bitter smile. Seeing that his father had given up the idea of ​​kicking him again, he was no longer afraid.

"Tomorrow is the grand family competition of my Chen family. The major powers in Jiangcheng, the Lin family and the Ye family, as well as several experts at the Spirit Mansion Realm, will be competing."

"Everyone will be there to witness the talent of the younger generation of the Chen family."

"Ming'er, you are the leader of the younger generation of the Chen family."

"In tomorrow's competition, we must take the lead and win the championship."

"Only in this way can I announce in front of everyone in Jiangcheng that I have chosen you as the next head of the Chen family."

Chen Zhaowu spoke earnestly, then took out a white medicine bottle and a bright green pill from his pocket and handed them to Chen Ming.

Chen Ming gripped the medicine bottle tightly, along with the emerald green pill.

His face lit up with joy, and he thought to himself, "It's the Rejuvenation Pill and the Grade Three Nourishing Essence Pill!"

He then confidently replied, "Father, rest assured, your son will certainly live up to your expectations!"

With this bottle of Rejuvenation Pill, Chen Ming's injuries will soon be fully healed.

In addition, there's this Grade 3 Nourishing Essence Pill, which is entirely emerald green and has a wonderfully fragrant medicinal aroma.

Chen Ming is absolutely confident that he can break through to the second level of Enlightenment before tomorrow's competition.

As a result, Chen Ming couldn't think of a single person among the younger generation of the Chen family who could exchange a few blows with him.

There were indeed a few who reached the peak of body tempering.

The difference between a physical being and a source being is truly like heaven and earth.

Chen Zhaowu said again, "Tomorrow, remember, never reveal to outsiders that the Heavenly Rank book is a fake."

"The fewer people who know about this, the better."

"Wouldn't it be better to keep it as a public treasure, attracting attention and then selling it to the Ye or Lin family?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Ming clapped his hands, suddenly realizing the truth.