Since the He family has come out of their pockets this time, they are naturally making complete preparations in advance.

Especially, they had plans for what to do after hunting the spirit beast. However, they did not expect in advance that it would be so difficult to hunt the golden crown python.

Fortunately, He Yiming's sudden attack and inexplicably killed this huge monster with a knife. Otherwise, this time he would have to lose his wife and his troops.

However, since the Golden Crown Python has been killed, there is no need for He Yiming to worry about the rest.

After everyone handled the giant python in a row, the internal strength in He Yiming's body also recovered. However, what made him feel extremely depressed was that Mr. He gave the death order and did not let him walk by himself no matter what. Instead, He Quanxin and the others tied a simple stretcher and asked him to lie on it.

After the resistance was ineffective, He Yiming had to obediently return to his home at the foot of the mountain under the supervision of the old man.

No one knew about them when they went out, and the same was true when they came back.

Although it was already dawn at this moment, everyone had already explained to the trusted managers before leaving. Under the arrangements of these managers, it was naturally impossible to cause any chaos.

Of course, they did not enter the village together, but entered in batches and sent the giant python into the underground secret room of the He family compound.

Without disturbing any outsiders, the family worked as laborers to do all this, and then met again in the old man's hall.

At this time, He Yiming could no longer bear it and jumped up from the stretcher. Facing everyone's caring gaze, he waved his palm in the air without saying a word.

He did not use the ninth level of internal strength in this palm, but only used the eighth level of internal strength. However, the sharp and harsh sound of breaking through the air made everyone understand that this could never be stimulated by a wounded person at will.

He Wude let out a long sigh and said, "Yiming, are you really all right?"

"It's almost the same as you." He Yiming swears: "At most, one more day of cultivation will definitely be cured."

Indeed, this time he inexplicably squandered all his internal energy, although it would cause great harm to the body's meridians, if he changed someone, even if he did not die, he would still be seriously injured.

However, He Yiming has a special physique, and his water-based exercises, ripples, have been silently flowing and nourishing in the meridians. According to his estimates, at most, he will be able to recover as before tomorrow.

He Wude finally showed a relieved smile on his face. In addition to being satisfied, he was also satisfied when he looked at this grandson.

"Yiming, did you stimulate all your internal energy in an instant?" He Quanyi was thinking about this question in his heart. Seeing that everything was right, he couldn't help but ask.

"Yes." He Yiming recalled the situation just now, and it was indeed the case.

"How did you do it?" He Quanyi asked with his eyes lit up.

When everyone heard this, everyone's eyes focused on He Yiming again. They all wanted to know this answer, because it was almost unimaginable to stimulate all the internal energy at once.

He Yiming's brows frowned immediately. He disturbed his scalp. In the situation at that time, he almost took action without thinking. All the internal energy in his body was divided into three equally, running at the same time, converging at the same time, and bursting out at the same time. As for why it became like this and how it was done, to be honest, even his heart was confused and unclear.

Shaking his head, He Yiming finally spread his hands and said, "Uncle San, I saw that my grandfather seemed to be in danger at that time, so I was excited and jumped out, and then..." He smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know how it was done."

He Quanyi pondered for a moment and said, "So can you do it again now?"

He Yiming was about to try it, but he heard He Wude say angrily: "Quanyi, what are you talking about? Yiming stimulates the internal energy of the whole body at one time. Although it can gain great power in an instant, it will be extremely burden on the body. You should not try it easily no matter what."

He Quanyi's face suddenly showed an extremely embarrassed look, and his eyes were even more sincere apology.

His whole mind was placed on the shocking sword just now, and he actually forgot about this matter, so he naturally felt guilty.

He Yiming smiled at Uncle San, saying that there was no grudge in his heart, and then said, "Grandpa, I understand."

He Wude nodded slightly and said, "Yiming, your potential is still far beyond my imagination, and you will have a bright future in the future, so remember, unless it is your own life and death, don't do such things again." He paused and said in a deep voice: "Fortunately you are not seriously injured this time. If you are damaged for my old bone, then..."

He Yiming hurriedly said, "Grandpa, what did you say? Grandson definitely has no problem."

He Wude smiled and said, "Okay, okay, let's not talk about it." He sighed lightly, glanced at everyone, and said, "Remember, this matter must not be rumored today. If outsiders know that our He family killed a spirit beast, it will definitely cause endless trouble."

Everyone should do this, and everyone knows this truth, so naturally it will not be passed on.

After turning around, He Wude pointed to the center of the hall.

There was a huge long-handled sword, which was the handy weapon that Mr. He had used when he was young. However, no one had used it except Mr. He.

After all, not everyone likes such long and heavy weapons, and not everyone is born with divine power.

"This big knife is my old friend. Since the eighth level of my internal strength, it has accompanied me and has been through decades of cold and heat. The successful establishment of the He family is indispensable." The old man stepped forward, picked up the big knife, and gently stroked it. His movements were extremely gentle, as if this was not a dead thing, but his relatives.

Indeed, for a practitioner, the weapons he has used for decades are almost equivalent to their relatives.

Because between true life and death, the only partner that can be trusted is their only weapon.

After a long time, the old man raised his head, his eyes suddenly froze, and he said, "Yiming, today I see that when you use this big knife, the power you exert is even higher than mine."

After saying that, the big knife in He Wude's hand shook and a loud bang.

"Yiming, from now on, this knife will belong to you."

He Yiming was shocked. Although he was very satisfied with this big knife, he never thought of seizing someone’s love.

He is also a warrior, so he naturally understands what decades of portable weapons represent for a warrior. It is a symbol of the concentration of the spirit of a warrior. Even if it is described as the flesh of his heart, it is not an exaggeration.

Snatching people's weapons is like stealing people's wife and daughter, and this hatred is irreconcilable.

Many warriors must bury their weapons with them after they die, let alone give them to others when they are still alive.

"Grandpa, this is your weapon, and my grandson will never dare to accept it." He Yiming said without hesitation.

He Wude shook his head slightly. Although there was a bit of silence in his voice, he was more relieved.

"Yiming, forty years ago, my grandfather came to Taicang County alone with this knife." He Wude slapped his sword heavily and said proudly: "It is with this heavy knife that this huge foundation in Hejiazhuang has been established for decades. I have made a decision long ago that this knife will be passed on to the most outstanding descendants of the He family, so that this knife can witness the glory of our He family." He looked up and smiled and said: "Can I use this knife to create the foundation of the He family. Yiming, can you use it to continue to expand and protect this foundation?"

He Yiming opened his mouth and looked at the old man's expectant gaze. His heart was surging. He respectfully stretched out his hands and solemnly took the extremely heavy sword from the old man's hand.

Looking at the shining blade, He Yiming seemed to feel that what he had taken was not just a knife, but a responsibility, a responsibility that people who are Hejiazhuang must fulfill for the rest of their lives.

A strange feeling appeared in his heart. Perhaps this will be his lifelong concern and burden. But this will also be the source of motivation for his life's struggle.

Facing the old man's eyes, He Yiming nodded heavily, his voice was strong: "Grandpa, I will not let this knife down."

There were no bold words or vows, but the eyes of the grandfather and grandson all understood that He Yiming would definitely fully fulfill today's promise in his life.

He Wude laughed and said, "Yiming, actually, I know that your life's achievements will never be limited to Taicang County. So I am not asking you to stay at home forever, but I hope you can support your family when they are in danger."

He Yiming looked at the old man in surprise, not understanding why he said this again.

Mr. He sighed and said, "I'm a little tired, you guys can go down."

He Quanxin and others looked at each other and left in unison.

In the hall, only Mr. He and He Laibao were left.

"Master, aren't you going to hand over the He family to the Sixth Master?" He Laibao asked in confusion.

Mr. He shook his head slightly and said, "The foundation of the He family is in Taicang County, but Taicang County is too small. If Yiming wants to make a difference, he must not be trapped in this small pond."

He Laibao hesitated for a moment, and he also remembered the amazing knife today, and he also understood the meaning of it, so it was not surprising that the old man's decision was at all.
Chapter completed!