SWISH SWISH SWISH—
Aaron Sinclair was in the middle of a heated battle.
All the while, he could hear the Sword Spirit chattering away beside him.
"Master, I’m a Fire Attribute sword. I don’t like winter. I still prefer it when you use Demonic Qi. That’s when you’re truly mighty and imposing."
Its master possessed an Immortal Demon Body and a Top-grade Ice Spirit Root. Because of this, his Immortal Sect Technique was Ice Attribute, and fighting with it felt like living through winter. It much preferred sunbathing.
Logically, ice and fire should clash, but its master and the sword got along just fine. The master wielded it with ease, without any discomfort. Perhaps it was because its master had a Mutated Spiritual Root and the world’s rarest Immortal Demon Body.
When it ford a contract with its master, it sensed that the young boy was extraordinary. He didn’t just have a Demon Body; he had a Divine Demon Body, a natural-born Demon Cultivation Constitution. If it stuck with him, a future of lazing around was practically guaranteed. But it couldn’t let its master know that. He might get arrogant and slack off, preventing him from getting stronger. And then how would it ever get to laze around?
’I’m so brilliant.’
The Sword Spirit, floating in the air, was currently wrapped in winter clothes, even wearing a hat for the occasion. It was clear that this Fire Attribute sword truly despised the cold.
"Brrr, it’s freezing!"
Listening to its incessant chatter, he couldn’t help but snap, "You’re so high-maintenance." Just then, a small tripod flew out from Aaron Sinclair’s body and hovered in the air. This was the Purple Fire Tripod. Another artifact spirit, resembling a young boy, sat atop the tripod with a look of pure adoration.
"Master, you’re amazing! Go, Master! As expected, only my master can look so elegant while wielding a sword. Even when you’re injured, you’re so handso!"
The Sword Spirit rolled its eyes.
"You bootlicker, get lost."
"What would a slacker like you know?"
Aaron Sinclair: "..."
’I’ve had enough.’
’Why?’
’Are none of my Magic Treasures normal?’
"Go do so Alchemy for ," he ordered.
The Purple Fire Tripod’s Artifact Spirit covered its face and wept dramatically.
"When you need , I’m your one and only, but when you don’t, you just tell to go do Alchemy by myself. How heartless!"
Javier Sinclair, standing off to the side, felt his lips twitch. He thought he might need to cast a Forbidden Spell to stop the Artifact Spirits from watching short dramas. ’What on earth have they been learning?’
’Heart and Mind Unity. Heart and Mind Unity.’
’I can’t let these two idiots lower my IQ.’
TING! TING!
CLANG! CLANG!
The air rang with the ceaseless sound of clashing Weapons.
Aaron Sinclair’s figure flickered, appearing and disappearing from view.
With every swing of his sword, a layer of ice shards ford on the Sparring Ground. It was sowhat similar to when his mother used the Primordial Sword, though she cultivated a Water Elent Technique. But that didn’t matter.
Not far away, Javier Sinclair leaned against a railing, watching him.
"Too slow. Faster."
"Got it."
"Agh, fuck—"
Soon, his clothes were torn.
Cuts appeared on his hands and body, bleeding freely.
But for a cultivator, this was nothing to be afraid of.
In the Cultivation World, the strong prey on the weak.
Compared to being injured, one’s life was what truly mattered.
The tree branch didn’t stop until his Cultivation was completely depleted and he was lying face down on the ground.
The Purple Fire Tripod sobbed pitifully.
"My master, you’re in such a miserable state! But I won’t look down on you. Master, in my heart, you’ll always be the greatest! (¬◡¬)✧"
Aaron Sinclair let out a dry laugh.
"Oh, thank you *so* much."
He didn’t feel comforted at all.
At that mont, the Sword Spirit floated to his side.
"Master, are you okay?"
"Master, can you still fight?"
"Master, victory and defeat are common in battle. Don’t be discouraged. Just take a few Elixir Pills, ditate to recover, and let’s go again."
’It really didn’t want to work for two months, so it could only push its master to be more diligent.’
Aaron Sinclair rolled his eyes. "Your sches are so obvious they’re practically hitting in the face. But I can keep going."
As he spoke, he flipped over, got to his feet, and tossed a few Elixir Pills into his mouth. After ditating for a mont to restore his Cultivation, the new wounds on his body quickly healed.
He stood up. "Again."
Javier Sinclair looked at his son’s young, defiant face, which reminded him of his own childhood. A smile touched his eyes.
"Then let’s go again."
"Switch to the Demon Cultivation Technique now. You are cultivating two different systems of techniques simultaneously, so you must be able to switch between them freely. Otherwise, I fear you will suffer from a backlash."
After all, he had never encountered such a situation before and didn’t know what might happen in the future.
"Okay, Father. Bring it on."
Aaron Sinclair’s expression was grim as he clenched his fists. The next mont, Demonic Qi flared up around his body.
The Sparring Ground was covered by a Barrier, so their fight wouldn’t cause any damage to the area.
Gripping his sword, a flash of blood-red light flickered in his eyes. He gathered his Cultivation and launched the first attack... After countless defeats and repeated attempts, he finally mastered the swordsmanship and sliced the tree branch in half.
Javier Sinclair had definitely controlled his own Cultivation, keeping it within a range that his son could handle.
"You completed your task well today."
Hearing the praise, Aaron Sinclair grinned. "I knew I could do it! We’ll continue tomorrow."
’I have to get stronger.’
And then, so exhausted he couldn’t even get up, he collapsed face-first onto the Sparring Ground and fell asleep. The kind of sleep that cos in an instant.
After all, a child’s energy is always limited, even in the Cultivation World.
Seeing him passed out on the ground, Javier Sinclair let out a soft chuckle.
"You little rascal. So capable, yet always pushing yourself too hard."
He walked over and looked down at his son on the ground, the affection in his eyes impossible to hide.
He bent down and picked up his son.
In the blink of an eye, his figure vanished from the spot.
The sword and the Purple Fire Tripod, which had been at his side, rged directly into Aaron Sinclair’s body and vanished without a trace.
On their way, they ran into Celeste Grant, who was looking for her son.
Seeing her son being carried by Javier Sinclair, she pointed at him. "Did you two go out robbing soone? Our son is exhausted."
Javier Sinclair gave a faint smile. "No, I spent the morning teaching him swordsmanship. The little rascal pushed himself too hard and refused to give up, completely draining his energy. I gave him so Elixir Pills. He’ll be back to full strength after a nap."
Celeste Grant was quite at ease with him teaching their son. After all, he was his biological father. Even if he was strict, he knew his limits and wouldn’t truly harm the child.
After all, Javier Sinclair’s love for their son was no less than her own. In fact, he had been the one to raise their son for the most part, while she, on the other hand, had missed a lot of ti with him.
Celeste Grant smiled.
She reached out to stroke her son’s head and planted a kiss on his small cheek.
"Our son’s face looks more and more like yours as he gets older."
The corners of Javier Sinclair’s lips tilted up slightly.
"Of course my son looks like ."
Then he looked up at his wife and said in a low voice, "He looks like you too, darling."
At this, he lowered his voice and added, "You kiss our son, but not ."
Celeste Grant chuckled, leaned in, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "There, happy now?"
Javier Sinclair was satisfied.
"Good."
Celeste Grant looked at her son and lovingly pinched his cheek. Then she held out her arms. "Give our son to . I’ll take him to his room to sleep."
Javier Sinclair said calmly, "It’s fine. I’ll carry him."
As the two of them spoke, Aaron Sinclair could sense their presence, but his Divine Soul was in a deep sleep, so he didn’t wake up.
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