In the following ten years, the Tianwu Empire never again saw anyone as dazzlingly brilliant as Quentin Yates.

Ten years passed, and this once genius of the The Yates Family had become a good-for-nothing in the eyes of the new generation.

Because of Quentin Yates's downfall, the Huangwu Sect compensated The Yates Estate with a considerable amount of resources, allowing the The Yates Family to become one of the top families in Shiyan City.

Outside a simple yet comfortable house, a fifteen-year-old boy was about to push open the door, but then pulled his hands back, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

The boy had sparse, jet-black short hair and delicate features. His slightly childish face showed a hint of determination. Although he had wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth, his right cheek was still somewhat swollen.

“Even if I haven’t opened a single Xuan Gate, I’m not that easy to bully!”

Morgan Yates couldn’t help but mutter to himself. Today was the day of the Xuan Gate assessment. Since he had never managed to open a Xuan Gate, he didn’t bother to embarrass himself by participating in the so-called test. Unexpectedly, he ran into a few The Yates Estate disciples who often gave him trouble, and after a scuffle with them, Morgan Yates was left with some minor injuries.

Morgan Yates spat out a mouthful of blood, then finally pushed open the door and slowly walked into the house.

On the wooden bed inside the room lay a middle-aged man with resolute features, a slightly pale complexion, and somewhat disheveled hair.

Morgan Yates looked at the increasingly gaunt face and forced a smile. “Dad, I’m here.”

Lying on the bed, Quentin Yates saw Morgan Yates holding his cheek and couldn’t help but ask with concern, “You got beaten up again today?”

“Dad, I’m fine. Even though I haven’t opened a Xuan Gate, that guy didn’t get off easy either.”

Morgan Yates lowered his small hand from his face, revealing a swollen cheek.

“Sigh, Mo’er, with your talent and what your mother left you, your achievements should be no less than mine. How would those people dare to bully you?”

Quentin Yates sighed.

Those who often bullied Morgan Yates were all The Yates Estate disciples who had only opened one Xuan Gate. Compared to Morgan Yates, who hadn’t opened even one, their strength was naturally a bit superior. So, every time they caused trouble, Morgan Yates never came out on top.

But the reason Morgan Yates hadn’t opened a Xuan Gate at the age of fifteen wasn’t because he lacked talent. In fact, his talent was absolutely the best in Shiyan City.

At the age of ten, he was already able to operate his dantian and absorb the vital energy of heaven and earth—a sign that marked the beginning of martial cultivation for an ordinary person.

At that time, it shocked all of Shiyan City. To be able to operate the dantian at the age of ten was rare not only in Shiyan City, but even in the entire Tianwu Empire.

However, in order to help the bedridden Quentin Yates recover, Morgan Yates resolutely gave up his own cultivation.

When Morgan Yates became sensible, he read many books in the The Yates Estate and learned that vital energy might help Quentin Yates recover his body. But this was only a possibility, and no one was willing to try something so self-destructive to their own cultivation.

When Morgan Yates finally managed to operate his dantian at the age of ten, he made up his mind to use the vital energy refined from his dantian to heal Quentin Yates's injuries.

For five whole years, Morgan Yates came to Quentin Yates's room every day, using the vital energy he absorbed to nourish Quentin Yates's body.

At first, Quentin Yates disagreed, but he couldn’t resist his son’s insistence.

His dantian was destroyed, and his limbs were numb, but after five years of Morgan Yates's persistence, Quentin Yates's limbs miraculously regained some sensation.

This was nothing short of a miracle!

This also gave Morgan Yates hope. He believed that one day, he could help his father stand up again.

Every day, Morgan Yates used the vital energy he absorbed to nourish Quentin Yates's body. Naturally, his own cultivation made no progress at all.

If Morgan Yates had used the vital energy he absorbed each day to open his Xuan Gates, after five years, let alone opening all the Xuan Gates, he would at least be a second or even third level Qi Creation martial artist by now. Among his peers, no one could compare.

Because he didn’t cultivate, Morgan Yates not only bore the reputation of a good-for-nothing, but was also often beaten by the direct disciples. It could be said that these five years for Morgan Yates had been nothing but torment.

Suddenly, Quentin Yates asked, “Mo’er, if I remember correctly, today should be the day of the Xuan Gate assessment.”

“I went earlier. Didn’t pass.”

“Lying again!”

“Even if I went, I wouldn’t pass, and I’d just be ridiculed by them. So I didn’t bother. My dantian has already refined quite a bit of vital energy. While I have the chance, let me help you recover!”

Morgan Yates smiled, slowly walked to Quentin Yates's side, and placed one hand on Quentin Yates's chest. In his dantian, vital energy surged, continuously flowing from Morgan Yates's palm into Quentin Yates's chest, circulating through Quentin Yates's body.

Quentin Yates gazed into Morgan Yates's earnest eyes and slowly closed his own, his dantian frantically absorbing the vital energy transmitted by Morgan Yates. Quentin Yates's complexion also became a bit rosier.

He, too, wanted to recover quickly. If his strength returned, he could still make it up to his son.