Lang Tong was naturally happy to see her second brother.
The two of them naturally had a lot to talk about. Lang Jing naturally had a lot to say, but the father and son were already dead.
This was also the reason why Qinchuan didn't do it himself.
Although the father and son deserved to die, it was best if Lang Tong did it himself. He was the big brother, and for the family and for justice, he deserved to die. To a certain extent, Lang Jing wasn't their brother but an enemy.
Lang Yuan was really happy that her parents were out.
"Second Brother, your cultivation." Lang Tong said regretfully.
"No, I am content to be able to come out and see my daughter well. The other things aren't important." Lang Ji said magnanimously.
What he said was true. He was really satisfied with Qinchuan. With Qinchuan taking care of his daughter for him, he was at ease. This young man wasn't simple.
Lang Yuan looked at her father and felt sad. Her father was such a proud person. He was once the Son of Saint, but now he could only be like a normal person.
To a strong martial artist, this was a fatal blow. It was worse than being killed.
"Father!" Lang Yuan hugged Lang Ji's arm and looked at him with concern.
"Okay, your father has been through a lot and seen this prosperous world. He is tired after so many years, it isn't bad to be a normal person." Lang Ji smiled.
"Yuan 'er, don't worry. Uncle's cultivation can be recovered." Qinchuan consoled Lang Yuan.
Lang Yuan was stunned. She really wanted to believe Qinchuan, but to recover a crippled person's cultivation, especially one that was purposely crippled, was just too difficult.
Lang Ji was stunned too. She looked at Qinchuan. After all, it was really inconceivable to recover a crippled person's cultivation.
"It can be recovered." Qinchuan said seriously.
"Really?" Lang Yuan asked in surprise.
"Of course, I won't lie to my Yuan 'er." Qinchuan smiled.
Lang Yuan blushed and glared at Qinchuan. She was a little embarrassed to be called Yuan 'er in front of her parents.
Lang Ji smiled happily and looked at Qinchuan. "Haha, young man, very good. It doesn't matter if you can recover or not. I just hope that you can treat my daughter better."
Qinchuan nodded seriously. "As long as I'm alive, I'll definitely treat her well. I'll treat her as my pearl, just like you."
"Haha, good. I'm relieved to hear that," Lang Ji said.
"Senior, your words are too scary. Isn't it just a crippled cultivation base? It's not like I haven't helped others recover before. Your shattered dantian is nothing. At most, it will take one month. This competition will last for one month. By the time the competition is over, senior should have fully recovered," said Qinchuan with a smile.
"Are you sure you're not joking?" Lang Ji looked at Qinchuan excitedly.
"Yuan 'er knows about my medical skills. At least, I haven't seen anyone with better medical skills than me," Qinchuan said.
"Father, Qinchuan is a godly doctor. Back then, I also lost my cultivation and it was Qinchuan who recovered it. Although your condition is worse than mine, if Qinchuan says it's possible, then it's definitely possible." Lang Yuan's eyes lit up and she thought about her own situation. Back then, she also lost her cultivation.
He had forgotten about it before.
Lang Ji smiled. He was very happy.
Wait for me. For safety's sake, I'll set up a spell formation here. Just in case, don't leave this place until Uncle's cultivation is restored.
Qinchuan had set up a powerful array formation in the small courtyard. He had even released an Almighty Realm Array Devouring Beast to protect it.
Only then did Qinchuan begin to help Lang Ji recover her cultivation.
On the first day, he reconstructed his dantian. The first time on the first day was the most crucial. Qinchuan's All Things Grow Dao and more importantly, something unexpected happened.
This was a good thing. The Celestial Seed in his body actually displayed strong powers and allowed Lang Ji's dantian to recover by half. Now, Lang Ji looked like he had fully recovered.
But within half a month, he couldn't cultivate and couldn't fight anyone. He couldn't use the energy in his dantian and had to slowly rest and nurture his energy.
Not to mention half a month, it would be a huge surprise for him to recover in decades.
This was because he was prepared. Or rather, he was in despair and didn't think about recovering.
Now that Qinchuan helped him recover, he would be able to fully recover in a month. His ability was just shocking.
This also rekindled Lang Ji's hope. All of this was because the saint harmed him. He was a man. Before, he was in despair because there was no hope. But now that there was hope, he had to take revenge.
He was confident that as long as his strength could recover.
This was an unexpected surprise, so the atmosphere was really good.
The more Lang Ji and her husband looked at Qin Chuan, the more they liked him. Most importantly, their daughter liked him. That was the most important thing.
On the second day, Qinchuan and the rest went to register.
An entire day.
After registration, they weren't divided into groups. After all, these sect-splitting competitions were split into different sects. Those who performed well could become prospective saints.
Every once in a while, the Prospective Saints would be eliminated in a competition. There was a fixed number of Prospective Saints, and the Prospective Saints only had one purpose: to give the Saints a sense of danger. The Prospective Saints only had one goal, and that was to replace the Saints.
On the third day!
In the morning, Qinchuan woke up and struck the God Forging Hammer in the courtyard. He was in a good mood because Lang Ji was saved. Lang Yuan's wish was fulfilled. Originally, Qinchuan felt that it would take a long time. He didn't expect the initial stage to be so smooth.
With the increase in strength, the golden divine eyes, the Great Earth Golden Dragon Bear and the dragon baby, it would be very difficult for Qinchuan to break out of that special metal cage.
When the sun was high up in the sky, countless people appeared at the Saint Gate's training grounds.
However, everyone had their own camps. There were tens to hundreds of people standing together. There were quite a few cities in the surroundings, and there were tens of thousands of people.
There were even more people at the main sect. After all, it was a major power that ruled over a region.
A mature man walked up to the training grounds.
"Quiet down, the Saint Gate Martial Meet is about to begin. We will use the same methods as before. Intentionally crippling or killing is not allowed. There will be many types of combat, such as single person, five person, and multiple person. We will start with single person, and those who go up will fight three rounds. Those who lose three rounds will be eliminated, and those who win three rounds will advance to the next round. Those who lose one or two rounds will be decided by the judges."
There were ten judges. Five of them were from the Saint Gate, and the remaining five were from the Saint Gate's branches in the five strongest cities.
There was one person among the judges that made Qinchuan very curious.
Because that person was a saint.