After a short period of sighing, Sikong Haoxuan once again closed his eyes to cultivate. The maids had long been clear about Sikong Haoxuan's habits, and when Sikong Haoxuan closed his eyes, they quietly removed the seventeen breakfast dishes from the table. Twenty minutes later, Sikong Haoxuan punctually opened his eyes and enjoyed the refreshing fruit juice served by the maids.

Song Ziyan looked at Sikong Haoxuan who was leaning back on the soft and woolly seat, pursed her lips and shook her head, ''Xuan'er, don't you know the importance of studying by now? Look at you, what does it look like to sleep with your eyes closed all day."

When Sikong Haoxuan heard his mother's words, he almost sprayed out the juice that his mouth had walked away from. Dare he play hard to get to cultivate, but in his own mother's eyes it was just sleeping? "My dear mother, you are at least an Archmage who has stepped into the realm of the Dawn Moon. Can't you see that I am cultivating? En, it's the same thing as you meditating with your eyes closed all day." Sikong Haoxuan said with a bitter face.

Affectionately, he stepped forward and twisted Sikong Haoxuan's ear, "You little fellow know what cultivation is? Also what and I meditation is a reason, you have seen mom all day in addition to eating on meditation? Your grandpa told me a long time ago, but you don't even learn his 'Ao Shi Dou Qi'. I can't control you, let's see how your father will clean you up when he comes back."

Song Ziyan sat down next to Sikong Haoxuan, waving her hand for the maid to remove the gold-encrusted crystal cups that had been emptied, she squarely said to her baby son, "Xuan'er ah, if you don't want to learn fighting qi with your grandpa, and you don't want to learn magic with your mom either, what are you going to do in the future. You have to know that the direct descendants of the Sikong family are all required to join the military when they reach the age of eighteen. This is a clan rule, no one can protect you at that time."

Looking at his mother's somewhat worried face, Sikong Haoxuan softly said, "Mom, don't worry. I will definitely not let you down in the future, I am a genius ......"

Song Zi Yan was amused by Sikong Haoxuan who was blowing his own trumpet, "You little guy, genius? How come mom didn't realize that you're a genius? To say genius, look at your second brother, at the age of sixteen, he can memorize the general history of the continent backwards. Your elder brother's 'Ao Shi Dou Qi' has been cultivated to the fourth layer. Their outstanding achievements like this are not even considered geniuses in the Sikong family history, let alone you little guy."

Sikong Haoxuan rolled his eyes straight after hearing this and muttered, "Who wants to compare with which pervert who only memorizes books?......" For his own second brother, Sikong Haoxuan would always scold his pervert in his heart because he was extremely jealous of his second brother's which extraordinary ability to memorize and comprehend.

"Well, these two years haven't said much about you. You always do what I do, now well have passed the best age to cultivate fighting qi and magic, see what you do in the future. However, in the future, your elder brother and second brother will take care of you, so there's nothing to worry about." Feelings Sikong Haoxuan blew half a day in vain, Song Ziyan didn't take it to heart at all.

"Remember, your grandfather asked me to come over and tell you. At night, he'll take you to see the lanterns, today is the Empire's annual Chinese Lantern Festival." Song Zi Yan reminded Sikong Haoxuan before he left the house.

Sikong Haoxuan rubbed his brows, remembering his grandfather Sikong Buqun's old fox-like smile, and thought, "Chinese Lantern Festival? Once a year? How come I didn't see Grandpa being so kind as to take me there the previous two years? What's the trick again!?" Looking at his mother who was about to walk out of the doorway, Sikong Haoxuan suddenly felt an unspeakable impulse in his heart and said in a deep voice, "Mom, if you are willing to spend as much time meditating as I do practicing, you will definitely be able to step into the realm of a Grandmaster."

Looking back at her son who seemed to be a bit of a stranger, the combination of a tender child's voice and a deep expression made Song Zi Yan smile sweetly, and after a bit of reflection, she said, "Everyone's pursuits are different, and I just want to take care of, well, this family of ours."

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"Regardless of any world, a mother will always silently pay for her home." Sikong Haoxuan was ashamed of his own self-righteousness.

After nightfall, the old master dragged the reluctant Sikong Haoxuan out of the mansion door, telling Sikong Haoxuan the origin of the Chinese Lantern Festival as he walked.

More than 400 years ago, at the beginning of the Golden Empire's founding, it experienced a large-scale rebellion. At that time, the eight lords of the empire rebelled at the same time, the founding emperor known as the golden lion Fells led 100,000 iron cavalry miraculously passed through the Deadly Desert, and in the depths of the desert got the help of a migratory oriental tribe, and succeeded in attacking from the back of the rebel coalition and eliminated the rebel main force.

The 100,000 iron horsemen almost died out in the desert and the battle, and the 70,000 warriors of that Eastern Tribe only had 10,000 or so remaining. The remaining clansmen of the Eastern Tribe migrated to the Empire at the invitation of Fells, and the Sikong Clan was one of the branches.

The Chinese Lantern Festival was to commemorate the war of counter-insurgency at the beginning of the founding of the country. In the night of Hua Lantern Festival, all kinds of colorful lamps outline the nighttime imperial capital, which will light up the way home for those warriors who died in the distant land. The people of the Imperial Capital also called the Chinese Lantern Festival the Soul Invocation Festival.

"Xuan'er, look at the colored lanterns on this golden avenue all made by our Sikong family. How's that, pretty, isn't it." Sikong Buqun somewhat proudly showed off to his grandson, as if these Chinese lanterns were all made by his old man himself.

Sikong Haoxuan was not interested in any lantern festivals, and was upset about the delay in cultivation, hearing Sikong Buqun say this, of course he would not give up the opportunity to strike him, and asked with feigned astonishment, "Grandpa, our family made so many colorful lanterns ah, which one was made by you?"

Apparently unable to hold his old face, Sikong Buqun seriously said, "Xuan'er, I'm the head of the Sikong family, and I'm only responsible for directing. Where is the time to personally make colored lanterns ......"

"Lord Duke, why do you have the pleasure to enjoy the lanterns in this downtown this year? Oh, brother I almost forgot, the Duke most like to put down his price to have fun with the people. Brother I can't, this is not the Nocturne family compound got some chic fine colored lights, invited brother to go to the ball. How Duke Soderer did not send you an invitation?" A long way away, an old man in a gorgeous nobleman's gown, yelled sarcastically.

"There are only five people in the entire Imperial Capital who dare to talk to Sikong Buqun like this, and the old man walking over is clearly not the Emperor. Of the four great families, the Ilu family is friendly with the Sikong family, and the old man coming from the opposite side is obviously the head of the Os family, this old thing Rubel." Sikong Haoxuan thought as such.

Sikong Buqun looked at the approaching old man and frowned, "Then I wish you Duke Rubel a pleasant evening. I heard that Soderle which old thing, I don't know where he got a group of superb dancing prostitutes, Duke you have the heart to go won't be stimulated right."

The entire imperial capital of the nobles all know, Rubel once intended to * patriarch Nanquan's female disciple, was Nanquan chased to the imperial capital to destroy his male function.

"Hmph ......" Rubel, who had his scars uncovered in vain, let out an angry snort and brushed past Sikong Buqun. Sikong Haoxuan being the successor of the ancient great sorcerer bloodline, his powerful soul vaguely sensed several powerful forces hidden in the shadows surrounding Rubel far away.

"It seems that being one of the four great families of the Imperial Capital, each one of them is not that simple. Hiding around the Os Family Head Rubel is at the very least a Sovereign level expert, right?" Sikong Haoxuan was secretly vigilant in his heart.

"Xuan'er, Grandpa is suddenly not in a good mood. Go find some good wine at your Grandma Su's place and go home by yourself." Without waiting for Sikong Haoxuan to speak, Sikong Buqun hurried away.

Sikong Haoxuan looked at his grandfather who even used his Dou Qi and quickly left, shook his head and secretly said, "Still really treating me like a child? In a bad mood? Looking for wine? Looks like the road back is not peaceful."

After his grandfather left, Sikong Haoxuan, who was not in the mood to look at the lamp, only wanted to quickly return to the mansion to cultivate. Turning into the main street that leads directly to the Sikong mansion, Sikong Haoxuan couldn't help but freeze, looking at the empty main street and cursing, "This is too much, right, at this time of the day it is even possible to clear a main street?"

The ones in front of the residences of the four great families all had a main road built for them by the imperial family as a way to show the importance that the imperial family places on the four great families. These four main roads were not allowed for civilians to set foot on them. However, during this major festival of the empire, clearing the entire main road of nobles was not something that could be forced. From this, it could be seen how powerful the Sikong family was in the imperial capital.