"Second brother, you really skipped class. Fortunately, my mother asked me to stare at you. I'll be caught now."

Not far away, Song Ankang heard a pleasant voice coming from behind. The little girl Song Taiping, wearing a pink down jacket, jumped in front of him like a cute little cat.

Her delicate little face was bulging, and her bright eyes stared at Song Ankang with awesomeness, shining brightly, dazzling and dazzling.

Song Ankang couldn't help but reach out and pinched the little girl's white cheeks: "What are you going to do?"

"If the second brother goes back to kindergarten by obediently, I will pretend that I have not seen it. If I am not obedient, I will tell my parents to go back to invite my second brother to eat fried pork with bamboo shoots tonight." Song Taiping said fiercely, deliberately wrinkling his nose to scare Song Ankang.

Song Ankang smiled slightly and grabbed Song Taiping's soft little hand: "No need to be so troublesome. Now we will go home and call our parents to tell them the news."

"Ah..." Song Taiping was startled by Song Ankang's routine of not playing cards: "Second brother, are you... you're giving up?"

Song Ankang smiled and stopped teasing the little girl. The energy of qi and blood in her body surged, and her right hand began to get fever.

"What's going on..." Song Taiping felt that the little hand that was caught by Song Ankang was burned. He was about to shake off Song Ankang's hand, but suddenly understood something. He grabbed Song Ankang's hand in reverse and looked at him in disbelief: "Second brother, have you... you have embarked on the path of cultivation?"

Song Ankang nodded: "Yes, I'm lucky today. When I was practicing, I suddenly broke through to the Blood Mist Refining and became a formal practitioner."

"Wow..." Song Taiping covered his mouth and exclaimed, and threw himself into Song Ankang's arms: "Second brother, you are so amazing. Hard work pays off. After practicing hard for sixteen years, you finally stepped into the blood mist and became a real practitioner. I want to tell my parents about this good news, tell my elder sister, tell my grandparents, tell my uncle and aunt... Tell all my classmates that I want to be proud of you!"

"Uh..." Song Ankang's face turned black and he quickly stopped Song Taiping: "Little sister, just tell your elder sister and parents about this matter, don't tell others anymore."

It is really not worth showing off when he is sixteen years old to embark on the path of cultivation and becomes a first-grade primary school student. If Song Taiping promotes it, Song Ankang will become a joke in Nantang County tomorrow.

Song Taiping also realized something, and blushed and said, "Okay, then I will only tell my parents and elder sister."

As he spoke, Song Taiping quickly called his father Song Liangcang: "Dad, let me tell you a great news. My second brother has been practicing for so many years and finally tempered the power of qi and blood today and became a true practitioner."

"What?" Song Liangcan, who was undergoing acceptance on the construction site, was shocked and said in disbelief: "Taiping, what did you... say?"

Song Taiping happily repeated: "I said that my second brother has been practicing hard for 16 years, and today he has finally embarked on the path of cultivation and has become a practitioner."

"Ah..." Song Liangcang exclaimed and almost fell to the ground.

The workers around were surprised: "Mr. Song, what's wrong with you?"

Song Liangcang took a deep breath, suppressed the urge to laugh, and looked at the workers around him excitedly and said, "My son...my son has tempered the power of qi and blood today and has become a true practitioner."

As soon as the words fell, many workers with good relationships with Song Granary cheered.

"Congratulations to Song Gong, Ankang has been practicing hard for 16 years, and finally lived up to his expectations and became a true practitioner."

"Once you embark on the path of cultivation, it means that you have the power to protect yourself, and Song Gong will no longer have to worry about the safety of your children."

"Such great news, we must celebrate it. It's better to invite Mr. Song to have a drink at noon."

"Okay, okay, I support it."

...

Song Liangcang smiled and said, "Since it's my good news, of course I'm here to treat you, but it's not at noon, but at night. I have to go back and educate the naughty child well at noon so that he won't be so proud."

"It's so embarrassing to have taken sixteen years to become a primary school student."

Even though he said that, the expression on Song Liangcang's face did not look ashamed, but was happy.

Soon Dong Qiuyu also received a call from Song Taiping: "Really... Taiping, you didn't lie to me, Kang Kang really broke through to the Blood Mist Refining?"

"Yes, I just tested it myself. My second brother has indeed become a primary school student." Song Taiping said with a smile.

Dong Qiuyu, who got the affirmative answer, almost jumped up in the big office, causing the teachers around him to look at him: "Teacher Dong, what are you happy about? How happy are you?"

"My son Kang Kang has finally tempered the power of qi and blood and has become a practitioner." Dong Qiuyu shouted with a roar, which stunned many teachers in the office.

"Teacher Dong's son Kang Kang should be Song Ankang, the largest kindergarten student in Nantang County. I didn't expect that he would become a practitioner one day."

"It is said that Song Ankang is innately weak. Although his talent is good, his body cannot store energy, so he has never been able to condense essence and blood, let alone the power of qi and blood."

"A sixteen-year-old elementary school student seems to be nothing great. Is it worth being so happy? It's so strange. My son is still an eighteen-year-old junior high school student."

"Who made Teacher Dong's son lack congenital deficiencies? It is already very good to be able to embark on the path of cultivation in this life. Naturally, we cannot ask for more. Of course, it is a great joy for Teacher Dong."

...

Dong Qiuyu did not take some sarcastic words from the teachers. They were not themselves, so of course they could not understand the mood of their son as a kindergarten student for thirteen years.

If this was not the big office of the first grade of Shuangqiao Junior High School, Dong Qiuyu would have jumped up long ago. After working hard for so many years, Song Ankang felt even more bitter in his heart as parents. Dong Qiuyu and Song Liangcang could see these things.

Now that his son has finally embarked on the path of cultivation, this is a huge joy for Song Granary Cang and Dong Qiuyu's family, and it is no less than when Song Ankang was just born.

Of course, there are many people who don’t understand whether it is around Song Granary Cang or Dong Qiuyu. They think that this family is really fussy, with no prospects at all, and are even a bit funny.

A sixteen-year-old first-grade primary school student, what's there to be proud of and happy about this? If they weren't they, they would have been embarrassed and wouldn't be as proud as they were.
Chapter completed!