The true energy within his body was growing stronger and stronger. Each punch he threw gradually produced a whooshing sound. With the experience from his previous life, as soon as Chad Grant reached the third level of the Postnatal stage, he was already able to wield the strength of three stones with ease.

For ordinary people, advancing from the second to the third level of the Postnatal stage meant an increase of one stone of strength, and it would take at least ten days to half a month before they could fully control their bodies, after which they could continue training and make further progress in their cultivation.

Chad Grant was clearly much faster than others. Not only that, but with the help of spiritual liquid and many top-tier cultivation techniques to improve his realm, even though he was not a genius, the speed at which his strength increased far surpassed the so-called genius disciples of the Gu family—they were simply not on the same level.

Although Chad Grant had been in seclusion at home training these days, the rumors about him in the Gu family never stopped: he had beaten up the second elder’s grandson Ian Grant, fought the first elder’s grandson Simon Grant, and in the main hall of the Gu family, in front of the clan leader, the three elders, and many elders, he had divorced the daughter of the Yun family’s clan leader...

For the previously honest and well-behaved Chad Grant, each of these three incidents could be considered earth-shattering. No one would have expected that this usually quiet, somewhat self-abased, and frail young man could do such things.

Naturally, the members of the Gu family from the lines of the first and second elders hated Chad Grant to the core. Several young men even threatened to teach Chad Grant a lesson and give him a good beating, but since Chad Grant had been staying at home, no matter how arrogant they were, they didn’t dare to come looking for trouble.

Usually, minor conflicts among children were one thing, but if they came to his door, given the special status of Chad Grant and his father, it would be a grave disrespect to the Gu family’s clan leader. As long as Shawn Grant remained clan leader, no one dared to act so recklessly.

As for the members of the Gu family from the lines of the clan leader and the third elder, upon hearing of Chad Grant’s deeds, they actually smiled and said that this wooden-headed boy had finally grown some backbone. Learning that Chad Grant was training hard in seclusion at home every day, they said he had finally come to his senses.

Chad Grant had not gone out at all, so he naturally didn’t know what the Gu family was saying about him. Even if he did, he wouldn’t care. The Gu family was not his final destination; his only goal now was to improve his strength as quickly as possible.

He was only at the third level of the Postnatal stage. Taking the Essence Gathering Spiritual Liquid, combined with the Mighty Vajra Fist and several superior body-tempering techniques he practiced daily, he was already progressing at the fastest possible speed. Unless he reached the late stage above the seventh level of the Postnatal stage, when his true energy would be thick enough to draw spiritual energy from spirit stones, he could then take the Essence Gathering Spiritual Liquid internally and absorb spiritual energy from spirit stones externally, using both methods to increase his strength even faster.

A few nights later, Chad Grant went out to the courtyard to continue his training, only to find his father sitting to the side, holding a wine jar, looking gloomy.

Chad Grant knew that he must have been upset again by the first or second elder.

“Dad, are they giving you trouble again?” Chad Grant walked up to Colin Grant.

“No, they’re right. It’s me who’s useless, not worthy of your mother.” Colin Grant looked a bit desolate. After a pause, he sighed, “I also harmed your mother.”

When Chad Grant was one year old, Colin Grant and Lauren Grant had returned once to Colin Grant’s birthplace. By accident, they got involved in some trouble. At that time, Colin Grant was 24 years old and had only reached the seventh level of the Postnatal stage, while Lauren Grant was already a master at the second level of the Innate stage.

Cultivators at the Innate stage could fly with magical tools and wield great power with them; those at the Postnatal stage were completely outmatched.

So, when Lauren Grant fought with others, Colin Grant could only watch helplessly with the one-year-old Chad Grant in his arms. That time, Lauren Grant was seriously injured, and not long after returning to the Gu family, she passed away. Colin Grant had always been tormented by this, and the first and second elders often used this incident to make things difficult for him.

Chad Grant understood that his mother was a sore spot in his father’s heart—anyone touching it would hurt him deeply.

Chad Grant said, “Dad, why care about their nonsense? The keepsake Mom left me has four words written on it: ‘Love for a lifetime.’ Mom truly loved you—how could you let outsiders’ words matter?”

“Love for... a lifetime, cough, cough...”

Colin Grant repeated the words, and tears streamed down his face. Then, as if remembering something, a faint smile appeared: “Chen’er, you are the best gift your mother left me. I heard you beat up those two little bastards, Ian Grant and Simon Grant? Well done, they deserved it. Chen’er, you’ve finally grown up.”

Chad Grant couldn’t help but smile. Usually, when the younger generation fought, Colin Grant would always say that brothers should value harmony. He didn’t expect his father to say “well done” today.

“That’s right. I used to always get beaten up in fights, but this time I was the one doing the beating. Still, it’s just kids fighting. If others heard what Dad said, it wouldn’t be appropriate. With Dad’s usual steadiness, he wouldn’t say such things unless he was really drunk,” Chad Grant thought to himself.

“Dad, you’re drunk. Let me help you inside to rest...”

Chad Grant helped Colin Grant up and walked him toward his room.

Colin Grant put one arm around Chad Grant’s shoulder, held the wine jar in the other hand, took a swig, then slapped Chad Grant hard on the shoulder and shouted, “Good son, my good son...”

The slap startled Chad Grant, and he thought to himself, “He’s really drunk.” But hearing those words, Chad Grant felt a warm glow in his heart and silently vowed, “Dad, as long as I, Chad Grant, am here in this life, I will never let you suffer again.”