The Supreme God of Martial Arts

'My parents should still be alive. After all, it's only been ten years since | disappeared and they were not that old when | did."

Unable to contain his excitement, Austin took off at his fastest speed, arriving a few minutes later above a small suburb in the west

of the city.

The suburb was located far from the city and on the edge of a large field. All of the buildings in Austin's line of vision were

bungalows.

Before he had left, the female secretary had informed Austin on the details of his parent's address.

So, Austin didn't have to look for them. Using his spiritual sense, he located the overgrown, messy yard and dropped from the sky.

He landed in the unkempt grass a second later.

Then, standing outside the front door, Austin used his spiritual sense to explore the room.

Immediately, he sensed the presence of two familiar figures.

It was his father and mother!

Filled with joy and relief, Austin allowed tears to pour from his eyes. His hands began shaking at his sides and he suddenly felt

nervous to walk over the threshold.

"They're really here! | hope that nothing has changed."

Feeling braver, he began observing the activity inside.

On the far side of the first room, Austin's father was lying on a cot. His eyes were closed tightly, and he was motionless. His face

was so pale that he looked like a ghost. As he breathed in and out, his chest trembled and the sound of it rattled into the air.

The room was filled with a strong aroma of herbs.

In the kitchen, a woman in her fifties was standing in front of a herbal pot, stirring meticulously. Steam rose from the pot and made

the scent in the air thicker.

'Oh no! Is there something wrong with my father?"

Austin wondered, furrowing his brow.

"Dad, Mom, I'm back!"

Now that he was worried about the condition of his father, Austin didn't pause to think before he forcedly opened the front door

and rushed into the room.

"Oh my God! Who--"

Austin's mother stopped mid-sentence and her jaw nearly dropped to the floor. The bowl of cooked herbs was loosely gripped in

her frail hands.

Bang!

The bowl fell to the ground, and it shattered into tiny pieces. Within moments, the herb juice was spreading out all over the floor.

"What? You... Austin? This is strange!

Am | dreaming? You look exactly like my son Austin.

Perhaps | am dreaming. | have been spending much of my days thinking about him. It is possible..."

Austin's mother was having trouble deciphering the situation in front of her.

After all, her son had gotten into a car accident and died ten years ago. This man looked like Austin but it was impossible for him to

be there, especially looking so whole.

It had to be an illusion or a dream. She just missed her son. That was all.

"My poor Austin, are you here to meet your mom in her dreams?

| can see you. I'm right here," she said as tears streamed down her cheeks and dripped off her chin.

Her eyes raked over every inch of Austin, trying to picture what he would look like all grown up. At that moment, she seemed to

forget everything else.

"Mom, it's not a dream. It's true. I'm not dead. I'm back!"

Without wasting another moment, Austin rushed over and scooped his mother into a hug.

"It's you? How is this possible?"

Austin's mother asked. Her eyes were still glazed over and distant like she was dreaming.

Closing his eyes, Austin put his mind to work. He let loose sspiritual soul energy and transferred it into his mother's brain.

The spiritual soul energy contained the essence of the spiritual tree, which instantly increased his mother's soul power. As a result,

his mother's spiritual features rose sharply and she soon had a powerful soul force.

Additionally, his mother's appearance improved. The wrinkles in her skin smoothed over and her muscles pulled tighter,

straightening her posture.

It was known that the spiritual tree was the holy tree of the spiritual race and it positively impacted the power of spiritual sense

and soul.

And that was all known for cultivators. Austin couldn't imagine what it could do to help an ordinary person.

Already, his mother appeared stronger and more attentive.

Her eyes brightened and a smile spread on her face.

"Austin, it's really you! You are still alive!"

Stepping forward, she wrapped him up in her arms and squeezed tightly. He inhaled sharply but didn't try to squirm out of her

strong grasp.

After a while, both mother and son calmed down a little bit.

"Austin, you need to telleverything that's happened. We all thought you were dead.

But now, you are here, unharmed and intact.

Austin, are you a ghost?"

Being nourished by the life energy of the spiritual tree, Austin's mother's mind was very clear and had never been so sharp. She

wouldn't be tricked by a ghost.

"Mom, it's a long story and a very complicated one.

| did have a car accident back then, but | didn't die.

Mom, what if | told you that | went to another world and now I've cback alive? Would you believe me?"

Austin figured that he shouldn't beat around the bush. His mother was still in shock and he didn't want to have to repeat himself.

After his mother had heard Austin's words, she looked him up and down for a long tand then took his hand and held it in hers.

"Your hand is warm and dry, like a piece of charcoal plucked after a fire.

And you have a very clear shadow behind you.

| believe you are still alive and not a ghost!"

After a few moments, she nodded shakily and tears began to stream once more.

After many years, her son had returned to her. It was something that she had never expected to happen.

The way his mother was reacting had Austin bursting into laughter.

His mother believed that he was a living person, not a ghost, according to the temperature of his palm and the fact that he had a

shadow.

But he decided to let it slide since there was a superstitious about ghosts in their culture.

"Oh, | almost forgot to ask! How's Dad?"

Austin asked.

"Your dad..."

His mother trailed off, hesitating.

After repeating his question, Austin received an answer that caused rage to fill his veins.

His father had been a porter at a nearby factory

that was run by a large group in the province.

A few years ago, the son of the boss of the large group company cto visit the town.

After drinking, the young master cto the factory with a large group of followers in order to flaunt his family business.

Austin's father somehow accidentally offended the young master in front of everyone, making him furious.

Later, that young master sent people to beat Austin's father until he was on the brink of death. Ever since, he has been stuck in a

vegetative state with possibly permanent brain damage.

What was more, the factory didn't have any compensation afterwards and often sent people to threaten Austin's mother, stopping

her from making any trouble.

Austin's elder brother was so angry that he went to argue with the young master, resulting in him also being beaten nearly to

death.

It took more than half a year for Austin's elder brother to get out of bed and even then, he was extremely weak. He had lost many

things because of it, including the girl he was supposed to marry

and his well-paid job. He was now working as a shopping clerk in a mall, and his family had been relying on his paycheck to make

ends meet.

In a word, they were very poor.

"That is awful,"

Austin said after his mother had finished speaking. He looked at the floor to disguise the killing intent glowing in his eyes.

It never occurred to him that while he was succeeding, his family was suffering.

And it was all the young master's fault.

'How dare they hurt my family? They are evil and they don't deserve to exist in the world."

Austin gritted his teeth.

He had the ability to destroy the whole world, so a few ordinary people would be easy to kill.

And he wasn't the type of person that would sit idly and not get revenge.

"Dad!"

Austin went to his father's room and looked at his pale-faced father, who was lying still on the bed.

His mother was beside him, sobbing.

"Mom, don't worry. | can cure Dad,"

Austin told her, rubbing her on the back reassuringly.

Even though his father's brain was too damaged beyond repair, his spiritual soul remained intact. After all the tspent

cultivating, Austin had enough advanced medical skills that he could rebuild his father.

The situation reminded him of the FlEmperor, who had lost his body for over a thousand years and only had a remnant soul

left. Over a long time, Austin had helped him rebuild his body and helped him to live a normal life.

Besides, his father had just lost consciousness temporarily.

For Austin, it was a piece of cake to cure his father.

Austin took out a high-level spiritual pill that was used to recover wounded people, and he fed it to his father. Then he took out half

a bottle of Magic Sea Water and fed that to his father as well.

Immediately afterward, Austin grabbed his father's cold hand and allowed a steady flow of energy to pass between them.

Treasures such as the high-grade spiritual pill and the Magic Sea Water contained too much energy for a mortal.

If any normal person took these treasures, he or she would not be able to bear the power and they would eventually explode.

Therefore, Austin had to transfer his power to help his father manage the strength of the medicine. If it worked, his father would be

better than he was before he got hurt.

Austin focused his power and

within two hours, Austin's father was beginning to rouse.

"What?"

Austin's father jumped out of the bed too swiftly, and since his power was too strong, he jumped up high. Austin reached out and

grasped onto his ankle, stopping him from hitting his head off the ceiling.

"I... I have so much strength! What is this feeling?"

The feeling was so foreign that he had the sensation of wanting to escape his own flesh. When he clenched his fists, the crackling

sounds of bones could be heard.

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