Chapter 0040 – Lee Ann is a Kindred Spirit – Absolute Returns

Early the next morning, I headed to the Heavenly Demon Hall to pay my respects to my father.

Father was not in the Great Hall, but in his private practice room.

I waited outside the practice room until he finished practicing.

“Come in.”

My father seemed to sense my arrival and sent a message for me to enter.

With trepidation in my heart, I stepped into the practice room.

This was the first time I entered my father’s private practice room, and I was a little nervous.

However, the moment I stepped into the practice room, a strange change occurred!

I only saw my father’s figure flash, and in an instant, he arrived in front of me and slapped his palm at me.

What he had performed was precisely the Demon Sect’s supreme mastery, the Ming Wang Baodian!

The palm wind whistled and swept towards me with a destructive might.

At the same time, a long sword, as black as ink, shot from the side, aiming straight for my throat.

That’s the Heavenly Demon Sword!

The Heavenly Devil himself was holding the Heavenly Devil Sword and executing the Bright King’s Treasure Code, who could resist such a powerful attack?

However, just in the nick of time, I flashed my body and performed the Wind God Steps, narrowly avoiding my father’s attack.

In the next moment, I appeared next to the Heavenly Demon Sword, just a stone’s throw away from the blade.

I could feel the cold chill emanating from the blade of the sword, as if it was going to freeze me.

“Why are you making fun of my face again?” I said bitterly.

“Outside, no one will be as merciful as I am.” Father said lightly, withdrawing the Heavenly Demon Sword.

“Thank you father for your mercy.” I said in a hurry.

I looked around and realized that my father’s practice room was surprisingly simple.

There were no other furnishings except for a few swords.

“I thought that there would be something special in your practice room.” I said with some disappointment.

“To practice kung fu, all you need is a firm heart, everything else, is outside of the body.” Father said indifferently.

“You’re right.” I said with a nod.

My eyes, fell on an iron plate on the wall.

The iron plate, which was an inch thick, was covered with densely packed fist marks, each of which was several inches deep.

“This …… this is too much, isn’t it?” I couldn’t help but marvel, “This is ten thousand years of cold iron! Your old man, just how did you do it?”

“Cut the crap and come here.” Father said in a no-nonsense manner.

I walked up to him, only to see him point at the iron plate and say, “Perform the Wind God Steps and show me.”

“Yes.” I responded and hurriedly executed the Wind God Steps, weaving back and forth within the practice room.

There were four styles in the Wind God Steps, and each style, in turn, contained hundreds of variations.

These variations, a thousand and one, are marvelous.

I executed the four stances of the Wind God Steps, as well as some variations of them, one by one.

My father watched quietly from the sidelines, a flicker of appreciation in his eyes from time to time.

After I had executed the Wind God Steps, my father began to instruct me and correct the deficiencies in my moves.

He explained it in great detail and depth and I benefited from it.

The two of us, just like that, were in the practice room, discussing martial arts.

Time passed by, and both of us were immersed in the sea of martial arts, oblivious.

It wasn’t until our stomachs were rumbling that we realized that it was getting late.

“Thank you father for your guidance, your kindness, I ……” I was about to speak but was interrupted by my father.

“Later.” Father said faintly, “Dinner’s ready.”

“Huh?” I froze, “You’re buying me dinner?”

“What? You don’t want to?” Father asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Of course I do!” I said in a rush.

I never thought that my father would take the initiative to invite me to dinner.

You know, I’ve never had a meal with my father since I was a kid.

I was so excited that I hurriedly followed my father out of the practice room.

……

We arrived at an elegant room.

In the room, a sumptuous table of wine and food had been set up.

“Sit.” Father said, pointing to the chair at the table.

“Yes.” I responded, taking a seat in the chair.

Father also sat down, picked up his chopsticks, and said, “Let’s eat.”

I picked up my chopsticks and started eating.

The food was delicious, but I couldn’t taste it.

Because, my attention, all of it, was focused on my father.

I peeked at him and noticed that he seemed to be in a good mood today and had a light smile on his face the whole time.

“Is the food not to your liking?” My father asked when he saw that I was distracted.

“No, it was delicious.” I said in a huff.

“Then eat more.” Father said.

“Uh-huh.” I nodded and continued eating.

The two of us, just ate in silence, neither of us speaking.

In the room, there was silence, only the sound of chopsticks clashing against dishes.

I have mixed feelings in my mind and I don’t know what to say.

I grew up longing for my father’s approval and closeness to him.

Father, however, has always been very indifferent to me, as if I were a stranger.

I’ve resented him and wanted to give up.

But in the end, I chose to stick with it.