"That's right, that's it!" Chen Zheng nodded affirmatively.

However, Li Hao interrupted him. "Bro Zheng, you haven't gone crazy from reading too many novels, have you?" His teasing remark lightened the mood.

"Alright, Mouse, cut the crap," Zhao Gao snapped. "If Bro Zheng has something to say, he'll say it. Stop trying to guess!"

"Yeah, that's true." Li Hao scratched his head and smiled sheepishly.

"Son, did you gather us here to teach us martial arts?" his mother's question made everyone look toward Chen Zheng.

"Indeed," Chen Zheng nodded with a smile.

At this moment, Li Hao scratched his head and said in astonishment, "And here I was guessing you were going to throw me a grand birthday party in advance!"

This reminded Chen Zheng that Li Hao's birthday was in just a few days.

"We'll talk about the birthday later," Chen Zheng said, waving his hand dismissively. His tone became firm. "What I want to talk about now is martial arts, which you can also understand as ancient martial arts. They aren't fictional concepts from novels; they are real!"

His words were filled with conviction.

"Although they aren't as magical as in the novels, where one can control the forces of heaven and earth, as long as you continuously break through the realms, the power of ancient martial arts can far surpass an ordinary person's imagination..."

As he spoke, he walked forward. The moment he finished speaking, his feet lifted off the ground as if stepping on clouds. He hovered for a moment before shooting upward, standing tall in mid-air like a roc spreading its wings.

"Oh my God!"

Li Hao and Zhao Gao screamed almost in unison, their eyes wide with shock and disbelief.

"Bro Zheng, you… you're not doing magic, are you?"

Li Hao scurried over to Chen Zheng and squatted down, trying to touch the space beneath his feet. However, his fingers only met empty air.

"Of course, it's not magic!"

Chen Zheng's words were like a mysterious incantation. As his feet took steps toward the ceiling, it felt as though he was recounting a distant legend.

"Damn, it's real!" Li Hao exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with curiosity and amazement. At the same time, a longing and desire for the unknown filled everyone present.

Chen Zheng landed lightly, as graceful as a dancer. He then raised his hand, and a crystal-clear Ice Pearl quietly materialized in his palm. Under everyone's astonished gaze, the Ice Pearl began to shift and change unpredictably, finally transforming into a two-meter-long ice spear.

Li Hao couldn't help but touch it and immediately sucked in a sharp breath from the terrifying cold. "So cold!"

Chen Zheng's fingers gently slid over the spear, feeling its frigid, hard texture. With a fierce flick, the spear shot forward as if it had a life of its own. It sliced through the air in the living room and plunged deep into the soil of the yard. The hard ground, seemingly unable to withstand the sudden impact, was instantly pierced.

Witnessing this, Li Hao marveled, "If that hit a person, the piercing cold and sharp pain would be unbearable."

Everyone nodded in agreement, moved by the demonstration.

Chen Zheng smiled gently and continued, "Okay, that's enough of my demonstration. What I'm going to teach aren't these flashy abilities, but a simple yet powerful Cultivation Technique. Of course," he added, his eyes twinkling with a mysterious light, "if you can cultivate to my level, you'll be able to reach these heights as well."

His words brought everyone back down to earth.

Then, he took out a stack of papers—the Eternal Life Technique. He distributed the mysterious manual to everyone one by one and said earnestly, "This is a martial arts manual from ancient times. With just a little effort, I will guide you onto the path of cultivation."

The Eternal Life Technique itself wasn't complex. It detailed how to find the sense of qi, guide its flow through the body, condense it into True Qi, and finally, wield that power. For intelligent people, it wasn't a difficult task.

Everyone picked up the Eternal Life Technique and began to study it with enthusiasm. During this process, Li Yitong sat down cross-legged and used her own internal strength to simulate the technique's circulation path. Because her internal strength already contained a trace of True Qi, she could now manipulate it as easily as flexing a muscle. In just ten minutes, Li Yitong had fully grasped the technique's mysteries and condensed her own True Qi.

"Very good!" A glint of approval flashed in Chen Zheng's eyes as he quietly watched her. Her foundation in cultivation was like a sturdy stele, towering above everyone else. The others, however, were clearly unable to match her.

"Damn, failed again..." Li Hao and Zhao Gao's faces were filled with disappointment. It seemed their aptitude didn't meet the technique's requirements.

"The path of cultivation isn't about immediate success or failure," Chen Zheng's voice was like a soothing spring breeze, putting the two at ease.

He brought out cups and a large basin from the kitchen and also retrieved the Cultivation Pills. He dropped the pills into the water and watched as they slowly dissolved, their medicinal properties gradually permeating the liquid.

Chen Zheng divided the water into seven equal portions and then turned to his father. "Dad, you try first." His words were filled with care and encouragement.

His father's expression flickered as if remembering something, but he nodded regardless.

Chen Zheng watched him, the corners of his mouth turning up in a slight chuckle. He then hastily assured him, "Dad, you can rest assured there won't be a repeat of last time. Just remember the circulation path and follow it for your cultivation."

"Okay!" Hearing this, his father felt a weight lift from his heart and readily agreed.

"Sit cross-legged," Chen Zheng said, his voice clear and firm.

His father didn't hesitate for a moment and immediately did as he was told.

Chen Zheng walked behind him and gently placed a hand on his back, a faint stream of True Qi flowing from his palm into his father's body. First, he activated the medicinal essence within the water, causing his father to feel as light as a feather, as if he'd become years younger.

"Dad, focus on the sensation. Don't get distracted," Chen Zheng's voice was as gentle as a breeze, helping his father concentrate instantly.

Soon, his father felt a strange force begin to circulate within his body. He started to follow the cultivation technique, trying to get a feel for this power. After about ten minutes, he had managed to guide this energy through a full circulation, following the path paved by Chen Zheng's True Qi. Within his body, a trace of his own True Qi had been born, as fine as a single strand of hair.

"Just like that. Persist for a little longer, and you will have crossed the threshold into this mysterious world." Chen Zheng's eyes sparkled with approval as he nodded silently.

The sliver of True Qi in his father's body, though faint, was like a newly kindled flame—small, but full of endless potential. It could only enhance his physical strength slightly, putting him on par with someone in the initial stage of external strength.

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