Supreme Grandpa Chapter 13
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Tong City, in the lobby of a certain villa.
Several elderly people with gully faces sat on the sofa and their expressions were so ugly that the atmosphere at the scene was also utterly dry as dust.
"That old thing of the Yang Family is almost a hundred years old, he is also not a martial artist, but he can still subdue a robber?"
An old man with yellow hair started, his voice full of vexation. This old man's full name was Huang Shi nicknamed Yellow Dog Shit, and one of the people whom Yang Haonan sent the special invitation to.
The other old man sitting next to him had white hair and many wrinkles on his forehead, but his complexion was very ruddy and looked very good. His name was Zhou Tong. In the special invitation, he was called Old Stuff Zhou.
"Only God knows! When I saw him last time, he was walking unsteadily like an old humanoid puppet. At the time, this old man thought that that old thing would not live long and would go into the soil soon… Who knows that in a blink of an eye, his body becomes so agile?" Zhou Tong said in a bit of depression.
"Then, what should we do now? Will we go to his birthday or not?"
"Do you think you can still not go? Do you think the Yang Family is still the Yang Family back in the day? That old fucker is a trash who is unable to practice martial arts. When we suppressed him before, we looked quite cool, but this daddy never dreamed that his sons are so amazing one by one…"
"If I knew that there would such a day, who would dare to grab his copyrights and his things before?"
"It's useless to say this now, fortunately, that old bastard is almost a hundred years old and does not have much strength. Otherwise, just because of his unique personality, he would've exploited us to death a long time ago, right?"
"Yeah!"
"Oh, I can only hope that he will get into the soil very soon so that we can sleep more peacefully. Otherwise, we can only drag our family away from this hometown of ours, and live in some remote cities."
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These old men took turns to speak one after another. Whenever they mentioned Yang Song, they would bark their teeth hatefully.
Yes, they got a lot of copyrights from Yang Song, and they made a lot of money and became famous.
But later, with the rise of the Yang Family, in order to nurture offspring, Yang Song would come up with various ways for them to give gifts every time there was a banquet or party in the Yang Family. That old thing would not care if they liked it or not.
For example, on his 99th birthday, on the day his granddaughter reached 100 days old, the day his granddaughter was in elementary school, the day his granddaughter's talent test scores came out good, on the Yang Family's dog 3rd birthday, on the day he picked up 100 dollars on the roadside, on the day he had a very cool dream at night, etc.
Even on the day his family's bitchy dog got pregnant!
"That old shit's appetite is getting bigger and bigger every time. He used to find all kinds of reasons to let us give him gifts. This time, it is even more excessive. He actually wrote clearly what he wants. Does he still want face? Is this still the so-called 'practice of giving gifts'? This is a legal robbery in daylight, alright?"
Yellow Dog… no, Huang Shi clenched his fists and completely forget that when Yang Song was unable to practice martial arts and his sons were still young and had no combat power, how he bullied Yang Song's family by relying on himself as a martial artist.
"It's just too damn much this time!"
"Really intolerable, really…"
"As long as we are united and don't go this time, what can he do to us?"
"That's right! We won't go at all; we just need to find a good reason to escape."
After some condemnation, these old guys quickly reached a consensus.
Five minutes later.
Not long after these old guys left the villa, they quietly found a place where no one was there, and looked around to make sure that there was no one. Then, they took out their mobile phones and quickly made a call.
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"Hey, I'm Huang Shi. Listen, no matter what method you use and how much money you spend, you must buy five grams of the blood of the mutated Golden Horn Unicorn within three days."
The one who made this call was old man Yellow Dog Shit.
After hanging up the phone, he walked with his hands behind his back and hummed quietly, "It's best if those old guys don't go. At that time, the old man of the Yang Family will concentrate all his hatred on them. As for me, hehe, I will definitely go. No matter how bad of an impression he has on me, he will definitely change a lot after this incident, and will not continue to pit me in the future."
It was just that he was not the only one who had this kind of beautiful thought.
The group of old guys who had a meeting in the villa just earlier did the same thing.
They were not stupid. The Yang Family had produced so many martial artists in a row, especially the third son of the Yang Family. He had great potential. He was already a 5th Tier Master at a young age.
Even the country's high-level officials had said that as long as that guy practiced harder, there was still one percent hope of becoming a Grandmaster.
Don't look down at this low one percent, this number was absolutely high for the warriors in the world.
If they really offended the Yang Family for real this time, wasn't it just looking for the door to hell?
…
In the secret room, Yang Song closed his eyes and continued to absorb the psionic particles in the air according to the method recorded in the Immortal Cultivation Secret Manual.
The realm of martial artists was divided into three realms, Warrior, Master, and Grandmaster.
Each realm was further divided into tiers, ranging from 1st Tier to 9th Tier. The peak realm of Grandmaster was a very noble powerhouse, invincible in the world.
As for cultivation, it was divided into many realms, such as Qi Refining, Foundation Building, Core Formation, Golden Core, and so on. And each realm was also divided into 9 nine stages.
Compared with the martial artist, a 1st stage Qi Refining Realm cultivator was a tiny bit stronger than a 1st Tier Warrior martial artist. Also, after each advancement, the cultivator's strength would be improved more.
Therefore, in the final conclusion, a 9th Tier Grandmaster martial artist was slightly weaker than a 9th stage Core Formation Realm cultivator.
At the current rate of cultivation, Yang Song would officially become a 1st stage Qi Refining cultivator soon.
At that time, double happiness would come. When everyone congratulated him, he would announce that he had broken through his own limitations and become a Warrior martial artist. It was estimated that everyone's expressions would be particularly exciting!
When thinking of this, Yang Song's heart was also full of expectations.
After becoming the 1st stage Qi Refining Realm cultivator, his lifespan could be increased by at least ten years.
At that time, when those people knew that Yang Song could still live for another decade, would they become half-dead from shock?
"However, a 1st stage Qi Refining cultivator is just the beginning! I have such a high level of talent for cultivating immortality. There is also no obstacle when absorbing psionic particles. So as long as there is enough time, I can even cultivate 24 hours a day."
"In a certain day, my cultivation progress will be successful, surpassing even the Grandmaster…"
"But that's just the beginning of everything, right?"
Time passed quickly. Five hours passed in the blink of an eye.
Ten more psionic particles had been sucked, plus the ones from last night, a total of thirty had been absorbed.
His whole body was comfortable, full of strength, and his whole person had a lot of energy. Just when Yang Song intended to continue…
"Squeak!"
Xiao Laoxu got out of the hole it dug and ran to the side of Yang Song swiftly, it looked to be very urgent and excited.
"You found a treasure so soon?"
Yang Song stopped cultivating and opened his eyes. But when he saw the scene in front of him, his whole person was a little dazed.
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