Three hours later, when the power of the three dragons converged once again and simultaneously surged toward Morgan Yates's brain, a sharp, intense pain flooded into Morgan Yates's mind. Morgan Yates suddenly opened his eyes wide, clutching his head with both hands.

"Ahhh!" The stabbing pain continued, and finally, Morgan Yates couldn't bear it anymore and cried out in agony. The pain lasted for a full minute before it slowly faded away. Morgan Yates lay on the bed, gasping for breath, and then the corners of Morgan Yates's mouth curled up into a smile.

"The brain acupoint is finally open."

Morgan Yates sat cross-legged, guiding his yuan force to automatically flow toward the brain acupoint.

Morgan Yates opened his eyes. Only now did he feel the wonders of unlocking the brain acupoint. With it open, everything before his eyes became much clearer, and his ability to perceive things had greatly improved. For example, a mosquito flying in the air now seemed to move much slower than before.

"Haha, with the brain acupoint open, my neural reaction speed is much faster. Let me try the power of the dragon force again."

Under Morgan Yates's control, the three streams of dragon force surged directly toward the acupoint, with the yuan force automatically making way. Using the power of all three dragon forces, Morgan Yates's vision became even clearer, and the mosquito before him seemed to slow down even more.

"With all three dragon forces, my neural reaction speed is three times faster than when using ordinary yuan force. Now, even if I face a first-level Qi Creation martial artist, I have nothing to fear." Morgan Yates looked confident.

After more than a month of cultivation, Morgan Yates was able to deduce the principle behind the dragon force: one stream of dragon force was equivalent to the attack power of two stones, and it could also double his neural reaction speed compared to a first-level Qi Creation martial artist.

Early morning, in the bamboo forest behind the Ye family estate, a young man in purple clothes with black hair was practicing moves nonstop. Morgan Yates had only learned two martial techniques in the Ye family: one was the low-grade spirit-level "Spirit Snake Hand," and the other was the mid-grade spirit-level "Wind God Kick."

Martial techniques are divided into four grades: Spirit, Profound, Exalted, and Divine, each with upper, middle, and lower subgrades.

For a collateral family member like Morgan Yates, being able to learn a mid-grade spirit-level technique like the Wind God Kick was already quite good.

The Wind God Kick required the acupoints in both legs to be opened to unleash its full power, so Morgan Yates focused all his efforts on cultivating the Spirit Snake Hand.

Morgan Yates's right hand moved like a venomous snake weaving through the air, searching for its prey. Suddenly, as if the snake had found its target, it shot out with a swish, striking directly at an ironwood tree.

"Bang!" Half of Morgan Yates's palm plunged straight into the ironwood tree.

"Although the Spirit Snake Hand is only a low-grade spirit-level technique, it combines both hardness and softness. It might not be inferior to a mid-grade spirit-level technique." Morgan Yates withdrew his hand, nodding in satisfaction. Now, his Spirit Snake Hand had reached the mastery stage. Using the power of yuan force, he could actually drive half his hand into the ironwood tree.

"Impressive. I can't believe you, a collateral family member, can perform the Spirit Snake Hand so skillfully." Michael Yates walked over, smirking mockingly.

"You're too kind," Morgan Yates sneered coldly. He was sure Michael Yates was up to no good.

"Nice new clothes, but your shoes are a bit worn out. If you swapped them for this pair, they'd look even better!" As Michael Yates spoke, he pulled out a brand-new pair of cloth shoes from behind his back.

Chapter 13: Stealing Techniques

Morgan Yates looked at the pair of purple cloth shoes in Michael Yates's hand and recalled how Little Grace had said yesterday she would make shoes for him. Thinking of this, Morgan Yates became furious. Making a pair of shoes took a lot of time, and Little Grace must have stayed up late to finish them for him.

This Michael Yates is really asking for trouble.

"Morgan Yates, don't get worked up. I didn't do anything to that girl, but she does treat you pretty well." Sensing Morgan Yates's anger, Michael Yates waved his hand, pretending to be innocent.

"What do you want? Is it fun to threaten a girl? If you want trouble with me, bring it on!" Morgan Yates said angrily.

"Good, that's what I wanted to hear. Tonight, right here, let's settle all our scores from these years." As Michael Yates spoke, he tossed the shoes to Morgan Yates.

"After tonight, no matter who wins or loses, if you dare touch Little Grace again, I will kill you." Morgan Yates licked his lips, speaking hoarsely.

"Hmph, I'm just afraid you won't dare show up." Michael Yates completely ignored Morgan Yates's threat, said smugly, and left.

Morgan Yates had a vague feeling that something was different about Michael Yates today, but he didn't care. Now that he had awakened three dragon forces and opened his brain acupoint, as long as he didn't face a second-level Qi Creation martial artist, he had nothing to fear.

Because of Mary Yates's warning, Michael Yates didn't kidnap Little Grace; he just stole the shoes she made. When Morgan Yates returned to his room, he saw Little Grace lying on the table, crying.

"Little girl, why are you crying again?" Morgan Yates waved the shoes in front of her, smiling.

When Little Grace heard Morgan Yates's voice, she immediately got up, her big eyes ringed with dark circles, her face full of grievance. When she saw the shoes in Morgan Yates's hand, she instantly broke into a smile and said, "Morgan Yates young master, you got the shoes back!"

"Yeah, go get some rest. You stayed up late last night, didn't you?"