C1851 Don't Make It Difficult for Others
Actually, Yang Feng and the others were just worried and nothing unexpected happened.
All of the disciples, instructors and even elders present in the Demon Martial Academy were crazily cultivating as they forgot the time.
After an entire month had passed, in the plaza of the Baichang Duchy, a large flying beast slowly descended.
A servant of the Yang Family ran back and reported to Yang Feng.
"Patriarch, Young Master Yang Hui, they're back!"
Hearing the servant's report, Yang Feng's heart dropped.
After all, Yang Hui was the future Patriarch of Yang Family, and even more so, the hope of Yang Family.
In the Yang Family Hall, Yang Feng sat in the middle, while the Yang Family elders also sat on both sides of him.
Yang Hui and Yang Mei, the two of them returned to the Yang Family s and headed directly to the Inner Court Hall.
"Yang Hui, Yang Mei, greetings Patriarch, uncles."
"Alright, alright, alright. It's good that you're back. There's no need to be so polite."
Yang Feng smiled and nodded, indicating for the two of them to get up.
"Father, do you remember the words you promised Yang Hui?"
"As long as Yang Hui reaches LV 9, you will allow him to be engaged to Ai."
Hearing Yang Hui's words, Yang Feng, Yang Ping, and the others couldn't help but be stunned. They all locked their eyes onto Yang Hui's body.
When Yang Hui, Yang Ping and the rest released their energy to check on Yang Hui, they were shocked.
After a few seconds, Yang Ping and the other elders couldn't help but stand up and bow to Yang Feng.
"Congratulations Patriarch, your Yang Family will have a bright future!"
Hearing everyone's congratulations, Yang Feng also laughed out loud excitedly and slapped the armrest.
"Okay, Yang Hui, you are my son alright!" In just one year, you have managed to continuously break through your Third Level and become a lance apprentice! "
At this moment, Yang Feng was extremely excited. After all, he had never heard of anyone breaking through from a level 7 acolyte to a level 10 acolyte in one year.
In the eyes of Yang Feng, Yang Ping, and the others, Yang Hui was a rare talent that only appeared once in a hundred years.
At this moment, Yang Ping suddenly exclaimed.
"No, that's impossible! Lil 'Mei, could it be that you …"
Suddenly hearing Yang Ping's scream, everyone looked towards Yang Mei's direction.
When everyone's eyes locked onto Yang Mei, they released their power to examine her, and instantly sucked in a breath of cold air.
Everyone realized in astonishment that not only had Yang Hui broken through the Third Level cultivation level, but even Yang Mei had broken through the Third Level cultivation level.
He remembered that when he went to Demon Martial Academy, Yang Mei was only a level 5 acolyte. In just a short year, Yang Mei had already reached level 8!
"Reporting to Patriarch, Father, Uncles, Yang Mei has not lived up to everyone's expectations. She is now a level 8 Vine Apprentice."
Yang Mei cupped her hands in a respectful salute, but there was no trace of arrogance on her face.
Hearing Yang Mei's words, Yang Feng and the rest were stunned for a few seconds before they burst out laughing.2
Yang Feng, Yang Ping, and the other Yang Family Elders' faces were full of excitement.
No one had thought that two rare geniuses that were rarely seen in a hundred years would appear at the same time in Yang Family.
Looking at Yang Mei and Yang Hui standing together, Yang Ping slightly frowned and was about to say something.
Unfortunately, Yang Ping had just cupped his hands and didn't have the time to say anything.
Yang Mei was a step faster than Yang Ping as she cupped her hands and said.
"Father, please don't make things difficult for me. Lil 'Mei doesn't like Elder Brother Yang Hui, and Lil Mei doesn't like Elder Brother Yang Hui either."
Hearing Yang Mei's words, Yang Ping, Yang Feng and the rest who were present were stunned.
In fact, when Family Master Yang and the other Yang Family elders saw Yang Hui and Yang Mei standing together, they did indeed have the intention of betting with them.
After all, if these two rare geniuses could be combined, then they would definitely produce an even more outstanding talent.
"Elder Brother Yang Hui likes Yang Ai. I hope the Patriarch can help."
Hearing Yang Mei's words, Yang Feng, Yang Ping and the rest were slightly stunned. They noticed that only two people had come back.
Yang Ai didn't seem to return to the Yang Family with Yang Hui and Yang Mei.
"Xiao Mei, if you marry young master Yang Hui, from now on, your Yang Family will definitely …"
"Father, forgive Xiaomei for interrupting you. Actually, Elder Brother Yang Hui's person was Yang Ai."
"If not for Yang Ai, Xiao Mei and Elder Brother Yang Hui would not have been able to continuously break through Third Level and cultivation level in a short year."
Although the one who taught them how to cultivate was Lee Jun, Lee Jun was Yang Ai's Summoner. It would not be wrong to say that Yang Ai helped them.
Yang Feng, Yang Ping, and the Yang Family Elders were all at a loss when they heard Yang Mei's words. They didn't understand what she meant.
Yang Hui cupped his hands towards Yang Feng and solemnly said.
"Little Sister Yang Mei is right. If it wasn't for Ai, it would be impossible for us to break through the Third Level cultivation level in a short year."
"Elder Brother Jun taught them cultivation methods. Even the instructors, elders, and even the Headmaster of Demon Martial Academy humbly asked Elder Brother Jun for guidance."
When Yang Hui said this, the Yang Family elders and the Patriarchs were all a little confused. They did not understand what he meant.
Imparting cultivation techniques? The instructors, elders, and even the principal of Demon Martial Academy, were all modest in asking for guidance?
Just as Yang Hui, Yang Ping and the rest were puzzled, a servant quickly ran in from outside the Yang Family Hall.
Just as he reached the doorstep, he tripped over the doorstep and tumbled into the hall.
He didn't have time to get up as he stuttered.
"Home, home, master, outside, outside, outside …"
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