Wu Tianxing’s words once again plunged Chen Yingyuan into a quandary.
He went to Long Mountain as a hostage at the sa ti as Hou Hu, and he knew Hou Hu well.
Compared to the gentle Li Xuanyan, Hou Hu was much more domineering, which could be seen from the actions of his subordinate, Hou Tong. If he had to choose between the two, he would undoubtedly choose Hou Hu.
But Li Tianhua was like a mountain pressing on his heart, preventing him from making a smooth decision.
"Let think about it, think about it again. There’s still over a month before the alliance eting, so let’s wait, let’s wait..."
Seeing Chen Yingyuan’s troubled expression as he waved his hand, Chen Yingba and Wu Tianxing knew it was not appropriate to say more, and they could only bow and escort themselves out of the main hall.
......
Chen Yingyuan’s dilemma was sothing Xia Hong was utterly unaware of.
Having suddenly gleaned so much information, he returned to Hive Station and went directly to the courtyard, pondering the subsequent responses of Great Xia while quietly awaiting the day of the alliance eting.
Of course, during this ti, he still took the ti to advise Luo Cheng.
Not only does Great Xia have its own calendar year, but so does the Beehive, although they follow the Longyou calendar.
The na itself indicates that the Longyou calendar was likely established by Long Mountain, and all twelve camps of the Longyou Alliance used this calendar.
Coincidentally, the Great Xia and Longyou calendars differ by only ten days.
To conveniently keep track of ti, Xia Hong disregarded the Longyou calendar and counted days according to the Great Xia calendar.
Soon, a month had passed.
Second Year of Great Xia, March 25th.
In the courtyard, Luo Cheng held a spear with both hands, his eyes gleaming. He leaned back and, with a sudden leap, his arms powered up, swinging the spear in a semi-arc forward, cutting down.
As he slashed down, his body moved forward considerably. Five ters away from him lay a small knife, which was his previous sword.
Bang...
The spear tip collided violently with the knife blade. After a month of practice, Luo Cheng felt as though the spear in his hands t no resistance, breaking the knife and even leaving a half-ter-long deep scar in the ground.
Luo Cheng stared in amazent at the mark on the ground, then walked forward, touched the scar, and his face broke into a look of disbelief.
"Earth-digging, I’ve managed to split the ground?"
The deep scar was only half an inch, but it was undeniably a mark.
He had used brute force to break through the ground.
How could this be possible!
The disbelief on Luo Cheng’s face quickly turned into sheer joy, his expression becoming exceedingly excited.
"It barely broke the surface, no need to get so excited. Hand the spear!"
Seeing Xia Hong step out from inside the house, Luo Cheng hurriedly handed the spear to him.
Xia Hong took the spear with one hand, swung it in a light semi-arc from behind, and casually slashed at the mark on the ground.
Although seemingly effortless, the move struck precisely at the mark.
Boom...
A trendous crash resounded, shaking the ground across several ters.
Luo Cheng, standing at a distance, stumbled slightly and almost fell. Then he looked down at the spear mark, which had turned into a deep trench, his eyes wide in shock, completely overshadowing any forr pride.
Gulp...
"Your basic strength is already six thousand seven hundred pounds. If you master this Splitting Spear Style, it can increase your power by thirty percent during a tide surge. You’re rely at twenty percent now, so don’t get too cocky, keep practicing."
"Uncle Yu, I understand!"
Luo Cheng took a deep breath, clutched his spear, and continued practicing, focusing on the Splitting Spear Style he had been honing for over a month.
"This kid, leaving him here is such a waste, I need to think of sothing..."
Throughout the past month, Luo Cheng’s talent in spear techniques continuously amazed Xia Hong.
He practiced the Splitting Spear Style ten thousand tis daily for a month, not to ntion that the spear was specially made by Xia Hong and weighed one thousand five hundred pounds; wielding it was quite a challenge. Even swinging a regular stick ten thousand tis isn’t easy.
Yet, Luo Cheng not only persisted perfectly but grew increasingly adept, transitioning from constantly adjusting his stance to handling it with ease—without ever showing a hint of impatience. This persistence was indeed comndable.
Luo Cheng’s talent in spear techniques was remarkable, and his cultivation aptitude was strong. Although his strength only increased four to five hundred pounds over the past month, and the rate of increase slowed, considering that Luo Cheng was only a little over ten years old, it was impressive.
"The later the increase, the slower it becos. Even if he stays in the Beehive, he should break through to the Earth-digging Realm before fifteen. If he goes to Great Xia, that could happen even sooner..."
If Xia Hong recalled correctly, the youngest person currently at the Earth-digging Realm in Great Xia was only a little over thirteen years old. Considering the abundance of resources in Great Xia and the various tools available for cultivation, Luo Cheng’s potential was even more astonishing.
Such a promising talent; naturally, Xia Hong couldn’t let him stay in the Beehive and remain unpolished.
"Kid, do you want to go to Great Xia?"
Crash...
As Luo Cheng halted his Splitting Spear practice and turned to look at Xia Hong, his face instantly displayed a joyful expression, saying, "Of course, I want to go. My father, Uncle He, Uncle Kang, Uncle Ping, they all want to go. Can you take us, Uncle Yu?"
Upon hearing this, Xia Hong thought for a mont, then shook his head and replied, "Your father and the others can’t go yet, but you can go ahead."
Luo Cheng’s expression imdiately fell, and he said, "I can’t go alone. The Beehive isn’t a good place. Leaving my father and others here, I won’t be at ease."
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