veins. His bone structure is excellent, a rare genius for cultivation. But why can’t I find the cause of his muteness? Impossible! Could it be that my skills are fake? Intriguing, very intriguing!”
After observing Chen Wenzhong’s internal state, Pharmacist Li fell into deep thought, causing the anxious Chen Zhan and his wife to feel even more uneasy.
“Pharmacist Li, what’s wrong with my son?”
“Hm? Oh, look at me, getting distracted by something interesting and forgetting the main issue! Rest assured, your son might not have any inherent problems. According to my hypothesis, he might possess a special constitution!”
Pharmacist Li seriously explained his observations to Chen Zhan and Zhao Li.
“Is it true? My son is really a cultivation genius?”
Chen Zhan’s hands trembled with excitement.
“I stake my honor as a pharmacist on it!”
“Good, good, that’s fantastic! I was worried that his inability to speak might hinder his future cultivation. I never expected it to be a special constitution. The heavens truly bless the Chen family!”
Chen Zhan lifted Chen Wenzhong, spinning him around, making his head feel like it was in a blender, dizzy and all.
“Alright, Zhong'er, since Pharmacist Li said you have a special constitution beneficial for cultivation, we can’t waste time! Come with your dad to train. Once you become powerful, no one will dare to look down on you!”
“‘Okay!’”
Chen Wenzhong, holding his dizzy head, wrote this word with pen and paper.
From then on, Chen Zhan rigorously guided his son’s cultivation, not reducing the difficulty because he was his own flesh and blood; in fact, it was even harsher.
Seeing her son covered in injuries every day from training, Zhao Li felt heartache. Unable to stop her son's determination, she frequently took out her frustration on Chen Zhan, leading to him often being seen by the servants sleeping in the study after being kicked out of their room.
Unconsciously, another five years passed.
By this time, Chen Wenzhong became a child nearly 1.7 meters tall due to continuous training, towering over his peers. His cultivation level also reached the 9th level of Martial Disciple, making Chen Zhan proud to boast about his son to anyone he met.
“It seems I am about to master the first layer of the cultivation technique!” Only Chen Wenzhong knew why he hadn't uttered a single word in nearly ten years—this was all due to the mysterious energy given by the God of Music in the underworld.
When the newborn Chen Wenzhong discovered he couldn’t speak, he felt the God of Music was a fraud. How was he supposed to conquer the continent by singing if he couldn’t even speak?
While Chen Wenzhong grumbled about the God of Music in his heart, a colorful light appeared in his mind, and as he focused on it, the long-forgotten figure appeared.
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