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Gao Wu: A centenarian old man, many children and good fortune! Chapter 062


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That night, Xiao Yan once again went to the underground training room.

This time, he had no hesitation or tentativeness.

Standing in front of the strength testing machine, which could withstand the impact of a Battle King, he took a deep breath. The vast, ocean-like Emperor-level True Essence within him, which even faintly carried the sound of wind and thunder as it circulated, gathered on his right fist with unprecedented speed and efficiency!

Supernatural aura was released without reservation, and the air in the entire training room seemed to solidify!

Then, he threw a punch fiercely and without any fancy moves!

“Dong—!!!!!!!!!”

A terrifying bang that seemed to overturn the entire manor!

The thick and solid alloy test target of the strength testing machine was deeply dented with a clear fist print by his punch! The numbers on the screen jumped wildly as if insane, instantly breaking through the 30, 000 kg and 35, 000 kg marks!

Finally, it settled on a number that made Xiao Yan himself feel a jolt of alarm!

40580 kg!!

Forty thousand five hundred and eighty kilograms!

Transcendent Rank Eight!

He had steadily stepped into the Transcendent Rank Eight level!

The threshold of 60, 000 kg for Transcendent Rank Nine was also not out of reach!

Feeling the surging, seemingly inexhaustible terrifying power within him, an even more fervent light burned in Xiao Yan’s eyes!

The manor was peaceful and thriving with people. However, beneath this warmth, a subtle, inexpressible anxiety quietly grew in Li Xiuying’s heart.

Watching her husband’s strength rocket forward by leaps and bounds, from the centenarian who needed her care to the current Transcendent Rank Eight powerhouse who could conjure clouds with a flip of his hand and overturn rivers with a turn of his palm, even being specially invited to participate in the highest-level military meetings, his status was revered. Then there was Chen Yuyao, who was not only gentle and virtuous but also successfully gave birth to her second child, solidifying her position as “Madam.” Even the five women later sent by the Lin family had now become “meritorious officials,” each bearing children, and their weight in Xiao Yan’s heart was naturally different.

And what about herself?

Although she was Xiao Yan’s first wife and the mistress of this household, her husband was still gentle and considerate towards her, never showing any neglect. But… she was still just a mortal.

Even though Xiao Yan provided her with the best resources and hired the best instructors, and she herself put in unimaginable effort, cultivating day and night, the gap in talent was like a chasm. She had yet to even cross the threshold of a Rank One Warrior.

She could clearly feel that the gap between herself and her husband was widening at a desperate speed. This gap was not just in strength but also in the level of life. Every unintentional energy fluctuation from her husband required her to circulate her weak qi and blood to resist; a casual remark from her husband about cultivation required her to ponder for a long time to barely understand.

She didn’t want to be just a canary protected under her husband’s wings, nor a fragile item that her husband needed to carefully cherish. She longed to keep up with her husband’s pace, even if it was just a small step, even if it was just to share a tiny bit of pressure when he was occasionally tired, instead of always hiding behind him, helplessly looking up.

This intense anxiety and unwillingness transformed into even more frantic motivation for her cultivation. She devoted almost all her time to cultivation, even more diligently and desperately than before, often practicing until she was exhausted before stopping. The servants and Chen Yuyao and others saw it all, feeling both heartache and admiration.

Xiao Yan naturally noticed his wife’s changes. He felt both pity and relief in his heart. He knew the sense of loss brought by this gap, but he appreciated his wife’s unyielding tenacity even more. He did not interfere much, only tilted more resources towards her and instructed the instructors to pay attention to her health and balance work and rest. He believed that with his wife’s perseverance, coupled with his continuous resource support, even with ordinary talent, she might not be unable to forge her own path in the future.

What surprised and pleased Xiao Yan was not only his wives’ efforts but also the unexpected “cultivation feedback” from his children.

His eldest daughter, Xiao Xiuyun, was almost two years old. The little girl was becoming more lively and energetic. Perhaps inheriting some of Xiao Yan’s martial arts talent, or perhaps through constant exposure, she was tirelessly enthusiastic about “playing” at imitating adults practicing martial arts. No longer just a naive imitation, she began to consciously control her little arms and legs, making more standard movements, and could even, under Xiao Yan’s guidance, mimic a few simplified starting forms of the “Emperor-level Tai Chi Art,” childishly shouting “Hey ha!”

Xiao Xiufeng, the son born to Li Xiuying, and Xiao Chenlong (using her mother’s surname), the eldest daughter born to Chen Yuyao, were both already one year old and had begun to babble and toddle. These two little ones also seemed to be influenced by their elder sister, often trailing behind Xiao Xiuyun, waving their little fists, imitating their sister’s movements, and having a great time.

Xiao Yan was pleasantly surprised to find that as the children began this kind of “cultivation-like” play, the system prompts became richer and more detailed!

It was no longer just feedback on basic strength, spirit, and comprehension, but more specific “comprehension feedback” appeared!

“Ding! Detected that offspring [Xiao Xiuyun] is performing cultivation simulation… obtained faint comprehension feedback on [Emperor-level Tai Chi Art – Cloud Hands] force exertion technique… Host’s understanding of this move deepened by 0.1%!”

“Ding! Detected that offspring [Xiao Xiufeng] is performing strength imitation… obtained faint comprehension feedback on [Body Coordination/Lower Body Stability]… Host’s control precision over his own strength increased by 0.05%!”

“Ding! Detected that offspring [Xiao Chenlong] is attempting to imitate breathing rhythm… obtained faint comprehension feedback on [Qi and Blood Circulation – Breathing Techniques]… Host’s energy circulation efficiency slightly increased!”

Although each of these feedbacks was extremely faint, with percentages so small they could be ignored! However! There were so many of them!

Three children, playing every day, imitating, unconsciously performing this most fundamental and basic “cultivation”!

Every imitation, every attempt, every successful or failed experience, transformed into the purest, most fundamental comprehension of “how to use force,” “how to coordinate the body,” and “how to circulate qi and blood,” continuously feeding back into Xiao Yan’s soul through the two hundred-fold or one hundred-fold bloodline connection!

These continuous streams of comprehension feedback from multiple children, like countless trickles flowing into the sea, subtly nourished Xiao Yan’s martial arts foundation, greatly compensating for his lack of control and inability to keep up with his rapidly increasing strength and realm comprehension!

He found that his control over the vast, ocean-like Emperor-level True Essence within him became more and more effortless! Like a strong man who previously only knew how to wield a giant hammer with brute force, he gradually learned how to skillfully use the hammer’s center of gravity, angle, and force!

The many profound aspects of the “Emperor-level Tai Chi Art,” which previously required deep thought to grasp even a sliver, now often became clear in the unconscious play feedback from the children!

And the violent, superimposed power of “Nine Thunderous Waves,” which used to feel a bit stagnant and forced when unleashed, now felt smoother and more harmonious! He even had confidence that he would be able to stably unleash the fourth wave in the near future!

“Hahaha! Good! Excellent!” Xiao Yan was overjoyed!

The children’s cultivation feedback could actually make up for his shortcomings in realm comprehension! This was simply a perfect solution tailored for him!

He looked at the three children chasing and playing on the carpet, occasionally waving their little fists, his eyes filled with indescribable excitement and… an even more fervent light!

These were all his future “super experience packs”!

He decided to increase his guidance of the children’s “cultivation games”! Not just basic movements, but he could even integrate some extremely simplified cultivation formulas and rudimentary battle techniques into nursery rhymes, stories, and games!

Cultivate them from a young age! Lay the most solid foundation! Let them contribute a continuous stream of “experience points” and “comprehension points” for him while happily playing!

Xiao Yan seemed to already see a bright future where his strength would once again advance by leaps and bounds! His mood was excellent!


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Gao Wu: A centenarian old man, many children and good fortune!

Gao Wu: A centenarian old man, many children and good fortune!

高武:百岁老汉,多子多福!
Status: Ongoing Type: Released: 2025 Native Language: chinesse
A 100-year-old man awakens the system of having many children and more blessings! The more children he has, the stronger he is! "Empress, please lend me your belly!" [Old author, I hope you like it! ]

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