he wooden stake, shattering it into splinters instantaneously.

Meanwhile.
In the Chen family's reception hall, Chen Zhan and Zhao Li were discussing a matter over tea.
"A'Li, how likely do you think it is that Zhong'er will actually start speaking when he turns ten, as he mentioned?"
Chen Zhan asked seriously while holding his tea cup.
"I can't answer that. Since Zhong'er said it, we can only trust him!"
With Zhao Li’s words, a silence fell over the reception hall.
Just then, a deafening roar came from outside, shattering the tea cup in Chen Zhan's hand, spilling tea all over his pants. But he didn't care about such trivial matters and gaped, "Was that sound just now from Zhong'er?"
Zhao Li didn’t answer; she rushed out of the reception hall.
Seeing his wife run out, Chen Zhan snapped out of his shock, threw away the tea cup lid, and hurried out of the reception hall as well.
"What was that roar just now?"
"Where did that sound come from?"
"It sounded like it came from the Clan Leader's house!"
Chen Wenzhong's roar startled not only Chen Zhan and Zhao Li but also the entire Chen family estate, causing quite a commotion!
When Chen Zhan and Zhao Li arrived at the training courtyard, they were shocked: the stone slabs were shattered, all the wooden stakes were reduced to splinters, and even the walls were covered in cracks, looking like they could collapse at any moment.
And there in the center of the chaos stood Chen Wenzhong in a horse stance, seemingly frozen in place.
"Zhong'er!"
The shout snapped Chen Wenzhong out of his daze. He turned to see his mother running towards him and enveloping him in a tight embrace.
"Zhong'er, are you okay? Let me check!"
Zhao Li lifted his head, looking him over anxiously.
"I'm fine, Mother!"
"Zhong'er, what did you just call me?"
"Mother!"
Tears filled Zhao Li's eyes as she hugged Chen Wenzhong tighter, burying him in her embrace.
Chen Zhan, standing to the side, discreetly wiped away his own tears before turning back as if nothing had happened.
"A'Li, stop hugging him. You're going to smother Zhong'er!"
"Shut up! You old monk, it's not a crime to hug my own son. Zhong'er can talk now, can't you see how excited I am?"
Zhao Li scolded Chen Zhan, leaving him awkwardly standing there.
"Alright, Mother, Father meant well!"
Finally released from the tight embrace, Chen Wenzhong tried to comfort his father.
"Hmph!"
Zhao Li turned her head away with a snort.
"Ahem! Now, let's talk about serious matters."
Trying to cover his embarrassment, Chen Zhan cleared his throat and put on a serious face.
"Zhong'er, did you cause all this destruction in the training courtyard?"
"Yes."
"As expected! Your special constitution is truly beyond ordinary cultivators!"
Upon hearing Chen Wenzhong’s reply, Chen Zhan remembered what Pharmacist 

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