When Yang Lanruo opened her eyes, looking at the sundial at front corner the cultivation ground it was already only less than 2 hours till noon.
From 7 am, they all began their cultivation practice together, till now when Yang Lanruo had reached her own limit of the solar energy she could absorb.
This record was tremendous improvement for Yang Lanruo.
Her martial arts realm had also proceeded further, itching closer to the peak of the 7th level of the martial artist realm.
Usually Yang Lanruo would be the last to open her eyes, the usual proclaimed best of their generation but Yang Xuanhong was still meditating, his eyes closed engaged in breathing practice.
And she had the highest cultivation amongst their younger generation.
Yang Lanruo would not stand to practice her martial technique, she didn't like to do so in front of much people if it was not necessary but not slacking off she closed her eyes to rather contemplate her martial technique for now.
There was only less than two hours till noon, by all noon self practice or cultivation would end and their instructor would arrive.
Out of interest Yang Lanruo planned to notice when Yang Xuanhong ended his martial practice.
The Yang clan Martial art cultivated the most supreme yang energy, the extreme vigourous solar qi.
This energy whilst powerful was dominating and dangerous.
At first unlike other noble clans, even the great noble clans on the level of the Yang clan Martial art practice didn't begin at childhood until the age of 10, till then the Yang family children practiced health and body tempering techniques, nourishing themselves with rare treasures and herbs.
And in the Martial artist realm those of the Yang clan practicing the main lineage technique, cultivation could not exceed noon, this was very dangerous.
Dawn yang was rich and mild, suitable for them all, but as the sun rose, Yang become rich and more powerful, at noon yang energy peaks, by the early noon after hours peak yang energy had accumulated becoming scorching and dangerous, dangerous for practice for them.
This was the peculiarity of the core martial art, the Ascendant Sun scripture of the Yang clan, but it was with this martial art that the Yang clan had carved out an overlord position in the world.
After a while Yang Ming after having practiced his martial technique till tiredness went to relax and rest back on his meditation mat.
Their instructor would soon come, it would do him no good to exhaust himself now.
The rest also involved in their practices also did the same, getting ready in preparation of the arrival of the instructor.
Although the these younger generation of the main Yang generation were noble and pampered, they all had at least some common sense and took this opportunity seriously.
It was why the cultivation ground was more crowded today.
But at this time where there was almost no one doing anything again there was still someone still meditating, earning glances from the youths, was the gap so high.
Yang Xuanhong had been in the barracks for the last three years, and apart from Yang Lanruo and Yang Ming and some possibly other few not much of these clan members of their peers knew him closely.
A few stories of the Yang Xuanhong had reached their ears but this was seeing.
And when he finally opened his eyes, seemingly finally reaching what he could bear, the time less than an hour before noon, Yang Xuanhong felt awkward at the various gazes.
He was relatively mature than his peers having left the clan to the tough life of the barracks and fighting wars but he was still youth.
Apart from Yang Lanruo and Yang Ming and so little few, he didn't recognize most of these faces and was a bit uncomfortable at the attention.
Yang Ming watched Yang Xuanhong end his meditation with a smile on his face, some of the main family younger generation would have already marked him from now henceforth as a competition, in fact the top competition.
Yang Ming wasn't jealous of his elder brother at all, apart from close familiar relations, his good attitude his elder brother had also endured and suffered lot because of him in a way.
Why had Yang Xuanhong left to the barracks three years ago, why had he withdrawn from everyone, willingly suppressing himself, lowering and living below his status.
In fact Yang Ming felt some somewhat strange feelings for his elder brother.
Somewhat guilty or somewhat sorry.
If he had not been born his elder brother though not the birth child of their parents would have been not the "adopted" son but the son.
But now that there was a "true" son to compare, he had to carry the label of not true.
Both sons of the Yang clan head, with Yang Xuanhong the elder, but Yang Ming was the real child of Yang Weipin, hence from an early age of discernment, even when Yang Ming could not understand, Yang Xuanhong would shift backwards, and not give any impression of joustling with Yang Ming, not put himself in an position of equal or above him, even leaving the core manor and joining the fourth battalion altogether.
But as he grew older and wiser, also able to understand things, although he was the true son Yang Ming felt uncomfortable because he knew that the actions of Yang Xuanhong stormed from love and gratitude for their family.
Although elder brother was 3 years older than him, he was only 15 and his elder brother was also young.
Although elder brother was 3 years older than him, Yang Ming was only 15 and his elder brother was also young.
As a young kid at fifteen his elder brother shouldn't have had to think of such things or make such actions.
Foster or no foster, to Yang Ming, Yang Xuanhong was a real brother and he loved him as such.
Yang Lanruo seeing the awkward expression on Yang Xuanhong's face couldn't help but soften in her heart at him.
" Didn't know that elder brother could be shy and awkward at attention, I get a lot and I'm always okay! "
In a way that should have relaxed his nerves right?!
Yang Xuanhong was shocked with that long yearned familiar pleasant voice that reached his ears, he subconsciously looked to really ascertain that his ears were not decieving him, that Yang Lanruo was talking to him.
Seeing the surprised look on his face Yang Lanruo faced aside blushing a bit.
Yang Xuanhong smiled, it wasn't certain if it was the joy of Yang Lanruo talking to him, or the distraction of the brief interlude he shaked off the uneasiness.
Deep down he knew he wasn't really nervous or uncomfortable, it was just the bad habit he had built of wanting to shy away from attention, lower his head, that was rearing itself up again.
This was a fake persona he had created, it wasn't him.
Noon came and a man with a powerful aura and confident gaze strode into the training ground, seeing this man the entire noble younger generation of the Yang clan stood up to greet in unison.
" We greet the instructor! "
Yang Xuanhong also stood up, on seeing this figure.
This was Yang Xuanhong's first gathering and lesson in the training ground in three years but he also recognized this person.
As a part of the the fourth battalion and army of the Yang clan he did.
General of the first battalion, sun reaching sword master of the Yang clan "Yang Kai".