The Mystical Biological Mother Returns, the Villainous Sons Stand Up Straight – Chapter 85

Ch 85: A Show of Authority

Because he was mocked, Huo Xingchen didn’t say a word on the way back, his face so gloomy that he was afraid others wouldn’t know he was angry.

Gu Qingyin didn’t make a special effort to coax him, and all the way she was discussing with Liu Ergou how Tuoba Yan became the president of the Mystical Arts Association, clearly lacking intelligence, strength, and taste.

It wasn’t until Liu Ergou got out of the car that Gu Qingyin yawned and said, “Return my notebook to me tomorrow.”

Huo Xingchen unconsciously sat up a little straighter, pursing his lips without looking sideways, and said, “What notebook? I don’t know.”

Gu Qingyin sneered, “Dare you say that the Thunder Incantation you used in the Association wasn’t learned from my notebook?”

Huo Xingchen stiffened his neck, “It wasn’t.”

“Oh.” Gu Qingyin pretended to be surprised, “Then I have to investigate carefully. How could my original, unfinished Thunder Incantation be leaked? If you don’t use it properly, you could suffer a backlash.”

She glanced at Huo Xingchen’s increasingly uncomfortable expression and slowly added, “At worst, you’ll get electrocuted; at worst, you’ll be fried.”

Huo Xingchen instantly recalled the times when he used the Thunder Incantation to suppress a Fierce Ghost, and half of his body was paralyzed.

He thought it was because his cultivation was not up to par and never thought it was a problem with the Thunder Incantation itself!

Huo Xingchen’s face flushed red, but he still couldn’t bring himself to ask.

Gu Qingyin chuckled, “It seems someone doesn’t want to learn the complete version. Too bad, he probably won’t escape being fried in this lifetime.”

Besides being a half-baked Taoist Master, Huo Xingchen is also the most valuable e-sports player right now. He is very sensitive to the word “fried” and feels uncomfortable just hearing it.

“I won’t be fried,” Huo Xingchen gritted his teeth. “I’m very popular.”

Gu Qingyin was stunned for a moment, then chuckled: “I know, you’re an e-sports player. I admit you’re very good at playing games, much better than your Mystical Arts. You should just obediently play games from now on. The world of Mystical Arts is not suitable for you.”

Huo Xingchen’s expression changed several times, sometimes surprised that Gu Qingyin knew his job, sometimes annoyed that he was being looked down upon, and sometimes a little secretly pleased… it was terribly complicated.

Gu Qingyin admired it for a while and asked, “Have you learned face-changing?”

Huo Xingchen became angry and embarrassed, “I don’t want to talk to you right now!”

Oh, I teased him too much.

On the way after that, Gu Qingyin kept thinking about how to coax her son, but she really had no experience. After thinking about it, her mind went blank, and she couldn’t come up with a reliable method even when she arrived at the Old House.

Seeing that Huo Xingchen was about to go upstairs in a fit of pique, Gu Qingyin opened her mouth regardless, “Get up early tomorrow, and I’ll teach you the real Thunder Incantation.”

Huo Xingchen paused, then walked up again without saying a word.

Gu Qingyin clicked her tongue. This child has a white mouth. He should say whether he’s coming or not. There’s no need. She really doesn’t want to get up early.

In the evening, neither Huo Xingye nor Huo Xinghai came back. Gu Qingyin watched TV in the living room for a while, originally wanting to wait for Huo Xingchen to come down and ask, but she didn’t expect that the child didn’t come downstairs until twelve o’clock.

Gu Qingyin couldn’t hold on any longer, took Mao Mao upstairs, and reluctantly set an alarm for five o’clock. She stared at the page for a few seconds, raised her hand and changed the five to six.

Six o’clock in the morning should be considered very early for young people, right?

For normal young people, six o’clock in the morning is indeed very early. But for Huo Xingchen, who had read Gu Qingyin’s notes and knew what time she started her morning training every day, six o’clock was a bit late.

At five o’clock in the morning, Huo Xingchen tidied up and went downstairs to wait for Gu Qingyin.

From secretly rejoicing to a dark and sullen face.

He suspected he was being played.

No one in the entire Old House was awake. Only he sat quietly on the sofa in the living room, like an idiot.

The more Huo Xingchen thought about it, the angrier he became.

Logically speaking, he should go back to sleep immediately while no one noticed him. But he didn’t know who he was arguing with, so he just sat on the sofa without moving.

At six o’clock in the morning, Gu Qingyin was woken up by the alarm.

She rolled around on the bed in pain for two laps, muttering in a muffled voice, “Huo Xingchen, if you don’t get up, you’re dead!”

After lingering in bed for five minutes, Gu Qingyin flipped over and got up. Looking at Mao Mao, who was sleeping soundly at the head of the bed, she resentfully raised her hand and stroked it. Mao Mao grumbled unhappily, turned his head, and fell asleep again.

Gu Qingyin snorted, got out of bed, quickly washed up, then changed into her training clothes and went out.

As soon as she opened the door, she noticed a “hot” aura downstairs.

Gu Qingyin’s eyes widened, thinking, “No way.” She walked to the stairwell and glanced down, seeing Huo Xingchen sitting upright on the sofa.

Not only had Huo Xingchen gotten up, but it seemed he had been waiting for a long time!

Gu Qingyin suddenly felt a little guilty. She was the one who told him to get up early to cultivate, but she was late! How embarrassing!

Hiding in the stairwell, Gu Qingyin’s expression kept changing. Finally, she took a deep breath and went downstairs, pretending to be calm.

Hearing the movement, Huo Xingchen immediately looked over with a heavy gaze, silently accusing her.

Gu Qingyin paused and coughed lightly, asking, “Have you been waiting long?”

Huo Xingchen was expressionless, “I came down at five o’clock sharp.”

A trace of annoyance flashed in Gu Qingyin’s eyes. How could she forget that Huo Xingchen knew her morning training time?

She gave a dry laugh, “I thought young people these days had trouble getting up. You got up too early. Let’s change it to six o’clock from now on.”

Huo Xingchen still stared at her expressionlessly.

Gu Qingyin couldn’t stand it anymore and felt like she had become a terrible parent who didn’t keep her word. She raised her foot and walked out, “Go to the back garden. There’s not enough space here.”

Huo Xingchen’s air pressure was still very low, but he obediently got up and followed.

The mother and son silently walked to the lakeside behind the mansion and began their first Mystical Arts lesson.

The just now embarrassed Gu Qingyin, immediately became serious when she touched a serious matter.

“Use the Thunder Incantation once for me to see.”

Huo Xingchen didn’t dare to neglect it. Like he had learned a novel thing, wanted to show it off in front of his parents, serious and proud, and after the display, he looked at Gu Qingyin with bright eyes, waiting for praise.

“Is this my Thunder Incantation?” Gu Qingyin frowned, “Even if it’s unfinished, it shouldn’t have so little power. How did you learn it?”

Huo Xingchen’s face, which had just cleared up a bit, suddenly became cloudy again.

“You do one for me to see.” After speaking, he added with ulterior motives, “The unfinished version!”

Gu Qingyin sneered and raised her hand to make finger gestures.

Suddenly, a thunderclap sounded in the air, making people’s ears hurt. Then, a bolt of lightning fell into the lake, setting off a sky full of flying rain.

Huo Xingchen didn’t have time to dodge and was drenched. But he didn’t get angry, just stared blankly at the lake. The unfinished Thunder Incantation actually had such great power? No way!

“Your cultivation method is wrong.” Gu Qingyin said lightly, “If the foundation is not solid, even the best magic will not be able to exert its power. From today onwards, you are not allowed to use any talismans or spells. First, lay the foundation. Remember?”

Huo Xingchen was silent for two seconds and said in a muffled voice, “I remember.”

A trace of smugness flashed in Gu Qingyin’s eyes. You little brat, I still can’t handle you.

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