164 A New Breakthrough, Heavenly King Yandell
Tristan Yandell quietly appeared and said, “Not bad, you have some comprehension. Let’s go fishing!”
“Deputy Yandell!” Logan Hall cupped his hands in a reserved manner.
Tristan waved his hand. “Don’t be so nervous. If you follow my big brother, you won’t be weaker than me in the future. Call me by my name. I’m older than you by a few years, so you can call me big brother.”
“I don’t think that’s appropriate…”
Logan naively scratched his head.
Tristan was one of the governors of the garrison of the capital.
Logan was breaking the rules by calling him brother!
However, Tristan did not mind, so Logan could only eagerly take the red water bucket and the fishing rod to the small pond on the east side of the Neal family’s manor.
Although it was called a small pond, the surface of the water was as big as three to five acres of land.
When the Neal family’s manor was being built, they had invited a fengshui master to personally set up a fengshui array.
Since ancient times, the mountains were in charge of the people, and the water was in charge of the money!
The Neal family’s manor was built here without the support of a mountain, which also confirmed the fact that Graham Neal had built it from scratch.
At the same time, the Neal family could not be said to be thriving!
There were only Braydon Neal and Ginny Neal in the third generation of direct descendants.
It could be considered a small population.
However, the manor had a living pond, and water was a source of income. As the head of the seven great families, the Neal family’s position was as stable as Mount Tanish, and they had endless wealth.
The Neal family did not lack money.
That was why fengshui, which had been passed down for thousands of years, could not be doubted.
From ancient times until now, kings, nobles, generals, and ministers did not dare to offend fengshui masters. They all knew that fengshui secretly killed people.
If a powerful fengshui master secretly tampered with it…
A ten-year fengshui scheme would result in the family’s demise!
Who dared to underestimate them?
Under the bright night sky, Tristan sat on the small folding stool very comfortably. He held the black fishing rod and threw the bait into the pond.
Logan stupidly stood to the side, quietly standing there.
After midnight, Logan discovered that Tristan was sitting on the small stool with his eyes closed.
Fishing with his eyes closed?
This was too much!
Tristan’s breathing was even as he held the fishing rod in his right hand. A formless and soft power was continuously transmitted onto the water surface through the fishing rod.
It was silent!
Logan’s eyes widened with shock.
He had noticed it!
Tristan was releasing his force.
How could this be possible?
The release of light and dark force, that was a king-level technique.
Tristan Yandell was not even a marquis.
How could he grasp a king-level technique?
At this moment, Logan’s heart jolted. He suddenly understood why Tristan’s strength was the lowest among the three governors of the capital city, stuck as a ninth-level War God. He was unable to break through!
His main focus was on this matter.
Take a look at what Braydon’s nickname was for Tristan!
It was the little monkey.
In the past, Tristan was very active, and he often could not stay idle. In the end, he was fishing now that he had nothing to do?
How could this kind of person have any patience? It would not be strange if he blew up the pond.
However, Tristan had been acting out of character all these years and would go fishing whenever he was free.
An abnormality was a demon!
At the break of dawn, a three-meter wave suddenly rose in the calm pond!
Bang!
Like a bomb in the water, it suddenly exploded, and a red carp was blown out.
Tristan opened his eyes, and his eyes were filled with joy.
The fishing rod in his hand became extremely straight in an instant, like a thin black spear, and directly pierced through the red carp. It could be considered the result of his one night’s work.
Logan’s Adam’s apple moved, and he gulped. He probingly said, “Big Brother Tristan, did you break through?”
“Of course, I’ve been fishing for stinky fish for three years. If I don’t break through, I’ll really be useless!”
Tristan had been fishing for three years just for a king-level technique!
Three years ago, he had been searching for this path.
Now, from the moment the waves exploded, it proved that Tristan had a chance of becoming a king.
How could Tristan, who was listed as one of the five heavenly kings of the north alongside Luther Carden back then, be a good person?
There was no need to doubt his talent.
Logan’s eyes were filled with reverence.
Tristan smiled faintly. “Three years ago, I was already a ninth-level War God, and I was one of the five heavenly kings of the north along with Second Brother Luther and the others. My strength hasn’t improved even an inch in the past three years, and the few of them have been conferred the title of marquis one after another. Do they really think I’m inferior to them?”
“A few days ago, white-clothed Qualls even threatened me that I have to be made a marquis within a month. I would beat him to death then!”
Tristan stood up and threw away the fishing rod in his hand.
It was as if he was disgusted by this thing.
For the sake of the king-level technique, he had been fishing for three whole years. He was so disgusted that he was about to throw up.
On the other side, on the roof of the bright hall.
Braydon Neal was sitting cross-legged, surrounded by purple Qi.
The 99 streaks of purple Qi were like protective Qi. They swirled around Braydon’s nose and mouth as he faced the red rising sun. He then condensed two streaks of purple Qi and swallowed them.
A night of cultivation had made him feel comfortable.
As he entered the third level of the Art of the God of War, the speed at which he condensed the purple Qi had increased by more than ten times!
With Braydon’s talent, it would only take him one night to complete a small circulation of the art in his body.
Every time he completed a small circulation, it would produce the effect of cleansing the body.
This made Braydon look even slimmer.
And when Cole Colbie cultivated the first layer of the Art of the God of War, he needed seven days to complete a minor circulation.
This indicated the difference in talent!
Braydon returned to his room, took a shower, changed his clothes, and quietly came to the pond. He stood calmly on the lake with his hands behind his back.
Braydon stood still with his hands behind his back, his white clothes dancing in the wind, his toes touching the water.
Logan’s eyes widened at this display of skill.
Braydon’s face was handsome, like a young man in white clothes. He stood with his hands behind his back, like a banished immortal who was untainted by the mortal world.
“Northern King!” Logan lowered his head and cupped his hands.
“Commander!” Tristan also lowered his head.
“Just call me by my name at home. Don’t make me say it a second time,” Braydon chuckled.
“It’s settled, Big Brother. I have good news for you!” Tristan was thick-skinned and wanted to tell him the good news.
“You want to tell me that you can release your dark force, right?” Braydon chuckled.
“How did you know?”
Tristan looked like he had seen a ghost.
Braydon laughed. Tristan still did not understand king-level characters.
He had hidden his thoughts for three years, but how could he hide them from Westley Hader?
What kind of person was Westley?
He was King Braydon’s childhood friend, one of the three sons of the north. He was a nineteen-year-old genius who was conferred the title of king. He had long noticed Tristan’s little trick.
Therefore, in the past three years, Westley had never urged Tristan to cultivate.
This was the path that Tristan chose to walk, he wanted to accumulate and develop over time.
Westley would naturally give him time!
“You’re so naïve!” Braydon scolded him. “You have been trying to master the king-level technique when you are still in the warlord realm. You used your arms day and night to release the light and dark forces, causing your arms to have an instinctive reaction!
“When your thoughts appear and you use the light and dark forces, your arms will react instinctively, making it ten times more difficult for you to be conferred the title of marquis than for Luther and the others!”
Braydon glanced at him.
Braydon had noticed this situation yesterday.
That was why he treated Tristan like a sandbag and beat him up for an hour.