The Rise of the Fallen Prodigy

It is easier to consolidate the Cultivationrealm than to Cultivate it, but in a couple of hours or so Liam Smith wakes up again sitting in meditation, Spirit and light on his face.

"Shifu, Shifu." Liam Smith gave two low shouts.

Alistair doesn't answer. He's probably repairing his soul in ancient jade, and he doesn't know what to do.

After all, now I just broke through the realm, if you continue to Cultivate, it is estimated that the harvest is not great today.

Besides, after cultivating for two days in a row, I was also a little tired, and my stomach began to protest at that moment.

After touching his belly, Liam Smith decided to find something to eat first.

Out of the hut, along a bumpy path, Liam Smith came to the wooden bridge.

Feeling the fresh air outside, Liam Smith can't help but take a few deep breaths of satisfaction on his face.

At that moment, two Smith family Maidservants walked towards him, both of whom seemed to know Liam Smith, but instead of greeting him respectfully, they walked right past him with a hint of disdain in their eyes.

"Hey, look at that waste." One of the slightly obese maidservants has a low voice.

The other also echoed, and his voice rose a few notches: "If it were me, I would not dare to step out of this place for a lifetime."

"SHH, lest he hear you." The fat maidservant made a silencing motion.

"Afraid of what, what if he hears and thinks he's the same genius he was five years ago?" Now he's just a waste of time with the Smith family."

"Oh, that's right." maidservant thought he had overthought his servant.

"..."

The two Maidservants walk around and talk, not caring whether Liam Smith can hear them or not.

However, Liam Smith has long been immune to these words, and now that he has broken through the Refined gas Realm, he is in a good mood and naturally won't be angry with a few Maidservants.

Watching the two men fade away, Liam Smith just gives a slight sneer before stepping onto the wooden bridge and heading in the same direction.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, Liam Smith finally arrives at his destination-the kitchen.

Like the kitchen of the Smith family, it covers a large area. There are many cooks, women who do dishes, and maidservants who serve dishes.

Although warrior's cultivation needs less food than an average person once it reaches a certain level, it can go months or years without receiving any water. But there are plenty of warriors in the Liberty Divine Land with a thirst for words.

Like the Smith family, which belongs to the big family of Silvermoon Valley, which of the direct disciples in the family is not rich and prosperous from childhood? Now, if you ask them to give up these delicious foods, even skipping a meal may not work.

Besides, there are probably not many people in the Smith family in Cultivation who can go without food at all.

Liam Smith is arguably the least talkative of the Smith family disciples, and whenever circumstances allow, Liam Smith prefers to skip meals and spend the time cultivating better.

But after all, they did not reach that realm, as the saying goes: people are iron rice is steel. To make ends meet, Liam Smith has to eat, but less than his usual disciples.

Liam Smith arrived just in time. Now the kitchen is busy with lunch for the family, and a long table has been laid out with all the delicious aromas that make your mouth water.

"Make way." Suddenly there was a childish voice behind Liam Smith.

Looking back, it was a slightly thin young man dressed as if he were a servant who helped in the kitchen.

When the young man saw Liam Smith, he quickly clapped his fists respectfully and said, "I've met Liam Smith."

This makes Liam Smith some not adapt to it, did not expect this Smith family to even have so much respect for their own people, the moment can not help but look at the teenager in front of him.

But before Liam Smith could speak, a crisp slap landed squarely on the teenager's face, leaving him all red and swollen.

The attacker is a middle-aged man who looks full of fat stomach, judging from his dress should be the manager of the kitchen.

At the moment, he glared at the young man with a displeased face and said, "What are you doing dilly-dally, aren't you going to work?"

"Yes, Inspector." The young man seemed very afraid of the man in front of him, covering his red and swollen face, and hurried away.

Liam Smith's eyes narrow slightly as he looks at the man in charge. There is a glimmer of spirit and light.

Liam Smith knew that nine times out of ten, the man had just slapped himself on purpose, and that the teenager was simply trying to get slapped on himself.

The manager did not seem to be afraid of Liam Smith's somewhat intimidating eyes, but put his hands around his chest, glanced at Liam Smith, and deliberately said: "The kitchen is very important, so it is better not to stay here."

'What did you say? Liam Smith's voice froze.

In the past, Liam Smith would not have been so angry about such a trivial matter, but today things are a little different. What makes Liam Smith the most angry is the middle-aged slap on the teenager, for whom he never wants to owe anyone anything.

Since the teenager was beaten for his own sake, Liam Smith should take care of everything.

Middle-aged people just want to say something. Just then, a somewhat arrogant voice outside the kitchen sounded: "Where is your supervisor?"

At this sound, the director seemed to be in a bit of a hurry, too late to pay attention to Liam Smith, turn around and walk out to greet or something.

But the visitor came in by himself within a few breaths.

The director immediately nodded his head and bowed to meet them, and respectfully said, "I didn't know that Master Cyrus was coming, so I beg your pardon."

Cyrus, apparently unimpressed, waved his hand and said, "Don't do that to my young master."

"Yes, yes, yes." The director nodded repeatedly.

Cyrus didn't seem to want to talk too much to the supervisor. "brother Nathaniel Smith asked me to tell you that he's eating Snow clam tonight," he said.

"Snow clam? The director's face looked a little ugly, and said with a bitter smile, "This is Elder Elias's order, and the kitchen has no spare today. I'm afraid it's not right?"

Cyrus snorts, "What's wrong? He's just a little elder deacon. Does the steward not know what's important?"

"Small understand." The director wiped a handful of sweat from his head and stiffened his scalp.

"That's good." Cyrus chuckles.

Said to turn to leave, but in the moment of looking back is found standing not far away Liam Smith, suddenly turned, came a few steps to Liam Smith, sneer: "Yo, this is not Liam Smith, how to help this kitchen now?"

Liam Smith knows Cyrus well, and the two are Cousins, the grandson of the Third Elder and the grandson of the Second Elder.

The brother Nathaniel Smith that Cyrus was talking about was the brother Nathaniel Smith who had always been against him, and like Cyrus, he came from the Second Elder side, and in the five years that he had been inactive, He is regarded as the "day one talent" of the Smith family, and the family focuses on training people.

Cyrus was at best a little brother, taking his lead from Nathaniel Smith, the worst bully he had ever had.

Liam Smith didn't want to talk to him, so he said coldly, "Why, why should I tell you?" Then turn around and leave.

But didn't want Cyrus to stop Liam Smith before he made a mistake.

"What do you want, Cyrus?" Liam Smith said impatiently, looking at Cyrus's disagreeable face.

Cyrus laughed and said, "I don't want to do anything, but as a brother, I want to advise you to pack up your things and leave the Smith family before the family trial is over in a year."

"Don't worry about that. Just mind your own business." Liam Smith said coldly.

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking," Cyrus quips. "Not even the Third Elder can stop you from getting kicked out of the Smith family."

"Idiot." Liam Smith gave Cyrus a deadpan look, then casually dropped the two words.

Cyrus's face went cold and he said, "Who are you calling an idiot?"

"I scold whoever I am."

"Oh, I haven't seen you for a few days. This mouth is even worse, and it is really impressive when you don't see it for three days." Cyrus was not pleased.

Liam Smith glanced at Cyrus and said, "I'm not in the mood to talk to an idiot. Excuse me."

Liam Smith then pushes Cyrus away and heads for the long table, picking up two plates of food and heading out.

As he walks through the door, he is stopped by the steward, whom Cyrus signals with his eyes.

The director looked arrogant and said, "These are the meals that have been ordered by others, if you want to eat, you will have to wait until we are finished."

Liam Smith knows he's making things difficult for himself. He's serving at least a dozen of the same dishes on the table, and it doesn't hurt to miss his own.

"Is this the manner in which a servant of yours speaks to his master?" Liam Smith gave the manager a look he'd never had before.

The manager was stunned by the look in Liam Smith's eyes. It was the scariest look he had seen in decades. It was as if he were being stared at by an ancient beast, and his back was full of cold sweat.

Ignoring Cyrus, Liam Smith just walks away.

Cyrus sees Liam Smith does not give himself a little face, his heart is full of hatred, his eyes flash a trace of essence, hate and hate tunnel: "Let you jump another year, then I must have you taste my Martial arts."

Liam Smith doesn't care about the threat of Cyrus. He sees Cyrus as nothing more than a clown, and five years later, not even a clown.

However, it is the word "Martial arts" that Cyrus finally says intrigues Liam Smith.

As a martial arts with the same status as the method of exercise, every warrior has always attached great importance to it.

I once heard from my grandfather and the elders of the family that martial arts can only be cultivated after the Refined gas Realm, while in the Smith family, martial arts can be obtained as long as it reaches the refined gas Realm.

It is estimated that all the disciples of the Smith family who are similar in age have their own martial arts, and they should be quite proficient.

Considering his current situation, it is estimated that as long as a disciple of Refined gas Realm can easily overthrow himself, after all, there is not a little difference between the warrior with Martial arts and the warrior without Martial arts.

"It looks like we have to cultivate martial arts sooner." Liam Smith decided to himself, a spirit and light in his eyes.