Chapter 68

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After a night of cultivation, his magical power indeed did not increase at all. However, following Uncle Jiu's guidance, he turned to refining and purifying the magical power that had already accumulated in his body, and it proved to be quite effective.

Early the next morning, Jiang Chen, as usual, got up to practice martial arts. Although he had started cultivating Daoist magic, martial arts were the foundation of his success. At a high level, they could also achieve the possibility of transcending the void, so he was unwilling to give them up easily.

First, he practiced the Great Demon Subduing Fist, a supreme martial art passed down in the Nine Yin Manual. Although the moves were simple, the power was extraordinary, not inferior to the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms or the Soul-Stealing Palm. Moreover, due to the nature of Daoist martial arts, which become stronger with practice and almost have no limit, it had even more advantages in sustained power.

Then he practiced the Bagua Palm, one of the three major internal martial arts. Jiang Chen's Bagua Palm was infinitely variable, and the more he practiced, the more he could appreciate its profound and mysterious wonders.

Only after finishing these two sets of martial arts did Wencai hurriedly come over and call out, "Little Uncle, Master asked me to call you for breakfast. We're going to have foreign tea later!"

"Got it." Jiang Chen responded, and together with Wencai, they went to the dining room for breakfast. Then he followed Uncle Jiu out of the mortuary and walked to the agreed-upon coffee shop.

It was now the early Republic of China era. The long-sealed feudal gates had been broken by the Western powers with their warships and cannons, and the ancient Eastern society was being impacted by Western culture. Therefore, in addition to traditional shops, there were many Western shops on the town's streets. This time, Uncle Jiu, Wencai, and Jiang Chen were going to a Western coffee shop.

"Master..." Not long after they hit the street, Wencai pulled on Uncle Jiu's sleeve and asked with a troubled look, "Can I not go to see Mr. Ren with you?"

Uncle Jiu turned his head, puzzled, and asked, "Why? Do you have a grudge against Mr. Ren?"

"No, no!" Wencai quickly waved his hands. After a moment's hesitation, he finally responded honestly, "Master, I've never even seen what Mr. Ren looks like. I've never had foreign tea before, and I'm worried I'll make a fool of myself and embarrass you!"

Hearing this, Uncle Jiu suddenly understood. Perhaps he was moved by Wencai's concern for his face, so he gave up the idea of making him bear the brunt and said, "So you're so considerate of your Master's face. Since you care so much, okay, you don't have to go!"

Wencai's face froze, and Jiang Chen almost burst out laughing. He naturally knew that this guy wasn't worried about Uncle Jiu's face; he was clearly trying to avoid being scolded by Uncle Jiu when he made a fool of himself!

"It's fine, Cousin Wencai, I'm here, right?" Jiang Chen, suppressing his laughter, said at the right moment, "Don't forget, your little uncle is back from Hong Kong. I've had plenty of foreign tea. I'll teach you, and you won't make a fool of yourself."

"Really? Little Uncle, thank you so much!" Hearing Jiang Chen's words, Wencai quickly thanked him and looked at Uncle Jiu with anticipation.

Uncle Jiu, being in his forties, would have been truly senile if he didn't understand Wencai's thoughts. He immediately glared at Wencai and said irritably, "If you want to go, why don't you hurry up and walk?!" Then he changed his expression and said kindly to Jiang Chen, "Little Brother, tell me in detail how to drink foreign tea."

"Sure, Big Brother." Jiang Chen, while walking, introduced foreign tea to Uncle Jiu and Wencai. Although the time was short, memorizing a bit was enough to prevent them from making a fool of themselves.

After about ten minutes, the three of them arrived at a coffee shop. As they pushed the door open, a waiter immediately came up to greet them, "Have you reserved a table?"

"Um..." Uncle Jiu subconsciously frowned, puzzled. Did they need to reserve a table for tea? He quickly shook his head and replied, "No."

Just as Jiang Chen was about to speak, Wencai, who had just been scolded by Uncle Jiu, was still upset. Seeing a hint of disdain in the waiter's eyes, he frowned and said, "Why didn't Ren Fa reserve a table for us?"

Rich people in the mountains have distant relatives, but poor people in the city have no one to ask. Ren Fa was a well-known wealthy man in town and had considerable prestige. Hearing this, the waiter immediately put on a smiling face and said with enthusiasm, "So you are Mr. Ren's distinguished guests. Please follow me."

Uncle Jiu gave Wencai a dirty look and then led Jiang Chen and Wencai to follow the waiter inside. They soon went upstairs to a table where a middle-aged man in a fine robe, with a face round like a bun, was sitting. This fat man was none other than Ren Fa.

Since he had something to ask for, Ren Fa was very热情. Without waiting for Uncle Jiu to speak, he stood up to greet them, saying, "Uncle Jiu, you're here!"

"Mr. Ren." Uncle Jiu greeted him and then said to Jiang Chen and Wencai, "Little Brother, Wencai, come and meet Mr. Ren!"

"Mr. Ren." Wencai greeted him honestly.

Jiang Chen extended his hand and said politely, "Mr. Ren, hello."

Wencai was one thing, but Jiang Chen was dressed in a black vintage long robe, exuding the air of an ancient swordsman. Ren Fa was taken aback and quickly extended his hand to shake Jiang Chen's, then asked curiously, "Uncle Jiu, is this your new disciple?"

"No, he is a junior brother I took in on behalf of my master." Uncle Jiu smiled and nodded, "Although my junior brother has only been in the door for a short time, he is very talented and has a bright future. He is very much to my liking."

"Ah, a young Daoist!" Ren Fa looked at Jiang Chen and said with a smile, "Uncle Jiu is a man of true ability. Since you have his favor, you must work hard and strive for great achievements in the future."

As the saying goes, one does not hit a smiling face. Although Jiang Chen didn't think much of Ren Fa, since he spoke kindly, Jiang Chen couldn't be cold to him and had to respond politely, "Thank you, Mr. Ren, for your advice."

"Don't mention it, don't mention it. When one gets old, one always likes outstanding young people. Come, come, sit down, all of you." Ren Fa laughed and immediately invited everyone to sit down. Since there were many people, they changed to a larger table.

After sitting down, Uncle Jiu chatted with Mr. Ren for a while and then asked curiously, "I heard your daughter came back from the provincial capital. Why didn't you invite her to come along?"

Mr. Ren shook his head and replied with a proud smile, "This girl, she just learned makeup in the provincial capital. As soon as she came back, she started teaching everyone."

Parents rarely don't love their daughters. Although Ren Fa's words had a hint of boasting, Jiang Chen could sense a genuine warmth in them. Wencai, on the other hand, muttered sourly, "You look like a bun, so your daughter can't be that pretty either."

Just then, Ren Fa suddenly paused and pointed to the nearby staircase, saying, "Speaking of her, here she comes."

Turning to look, they saw a girl in Western attire walking down the stairs. It had to be said that although Ren Fa didn't look great, his daughter was indeed very beautiful, with a graceful figure and a clear, lovely face, exuding a youthful and lively aura.

Uncle Jiu, being an elder, and Jiang Chen, with his rich experience and firm character, were not affected. But Wencai couldn't help but stare with wide eyes, his face full of admiration, and he even stood up involuntarily as she approached.

"Tingting, come over, quickly call Uncle Jiu." Ren Fa, who respected Uncle Jiu, immediately asked his daughter to greet him.

"Uncle Jiu." Ren Tingting greeted him gracefully and then sat down next to Ren Fa.

Uncle Jiu had seen Ren Tingting when she was a child. Since she had been studying in the provincial capital for the past few years, he couldn't help but exclaim, "You've grown so much."

Mr. Ren nodded with a smile, "Yes, she has."

Wencai stared straight at Ren Tingting and said subconsciously, "Yes, she has grown a lot." His voice, however, sounded very lecherous. Ren Tingting instinctively glanced at her chest and let out a light hum, turning her head away.

Seeing this, Jiang Chen kicked Wencai discreetly. Wencai, in pain, came to his senses and asked Jiang Chen with a grimace, "Little Uncle, why did you kick me?"

"Watch your manners, don't embarrass your Master." Jiang Chen glared at him irritably, and his gaze towards Ren Tingting carried a hint of apology.

The anger in Ren Tingting's eyes dissipated, and she smiled and nodded at Jiang Chen. At this moment, a waiter came with the menu, and Mr. Ren asked, "What would you like to drink? Order anything you like!"

"I'll have coffee." Ren Tingting took the menu and glanced at it casually before telling the waiter.

Coffee? Hearing this, Uncle Jiu was secretly delighted. His junior brother had explained how to drink it! He calmly said, "I'll have a coffee too." In his heart, he was relieved. It was a good thing his junior brother was there; otherwise, he might have made a fool of himself today!

Then, Ren Fa and Wencai both ordered coffee, while Jiang Chen ordered a lemonade, making him stand out among the group and drawing Ren Tingting's attention, much to Wencai's envy. Taking advantage of the waiter's departure, Ren Fa finally couldn't help but ask, "Uncle Jiu, have you chosen a date for the exhumation and reburial of my late father?"

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