Chapter 22

"Big Sister, what's the use of this certificate?" After a moment, Chen Dasheng picked up the certificate on the table and asked Chen Xiaoli with curiosity.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Chen Xiaoli's mouth. "This martial artist certificate is issued by the Huaxia National Martial Artist Appraisal Center, only given to experts above the Martial Artist realm. Those who hold it receive the highest protection from the state, enjoy the treatment and highest allowance of a vice-national-level leader, and even if I, your big sister, kill someone, I can be exempt from criminal responsibility!"

"Really?" Chen Dasheng couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, his eyes fixed on the small certificate, shining like candles in the dark. "Isn't this the legendary license to kill? And the treatment of a vice-national-level leader?"

Chen Xiaoli's words made Chen Dasheng feel like he needed some time to digest it. No wonder Liu Xiaomin said his big sister had a lot of power in Rongcheng. Damn, a vice-national-level official, how big of an official is that?

"Did I just easily turn from a nobody into an official's son? No, it should be an official of the first generation!" Chen Dasheng was completely shocked by Chen Xiaoli's words, leading to a flurry of wild thoughts in his mind.

After a while, Chen Xiaoli put the 'Martial Artist Certificate' back in her hand and said, "In the entire Huaxia, excluding some reclusive experts, there are only thirty-four people who hold this certificate. Your big sister's strength ranks thirteenth, but this certificate was issued more than two years ago!"

"Do you mean your strength has improved since then?" Chen Dasheng asked.

Chen Xiaoli gave a bitter laugh but didn't answer Chen Dasheng's question. It seemed she was thinking of something, and a faint sadness flashed in her eyes.

Three months ago, Chen Yunhe felt his lifespan was coming to an end and called Chen Xiaoli to come back quickly. At that time, Chen Xiaoli already had a vague feeling over the phone.

When Chen Xiaoli returned to Chenjiagou, Chen Yunhe was already bedridden. He simply gave some instructions and then performed the灌ding ceremony, transferring all his cultivation to Chen Xiaoli.

Although Chen Yunhe had been plagued by chronic illnesses for many years and his power was far from what it used to be, and he lost a lot during the transfer, the pure power he passed on was enough to bring Chen Xiaoli close to the Xiantian Wuzong realm, though not quite there.

In the past three months, Chen Xiaoli, relying on the pure power Chen Yunhe had infused into her, had successfully broken through to the Eighth-Level Houtian Martial Artist realm, just two levels away from the Xiantian Wuzong realm.

"Big Sister, what realm do you think I am now?" After hearing Chen Xiaoli's words, Chen Dasheng couldn't help but feel eager. He also wanted to get a Martial Artist Certificate, with the treatment of a vice-national-level leader and the ability to kill without legal consequences—it was every man's dream.

Chen Xiaoli looked at Chen Dasheng, frowned, and shook her head. "Your strength came out of nowhere, and I can't sense any internal energy in you. I can't tell what realm you are in!"

"Ah? Is that so?" Chen Dasheng's face fell instantly, looking at the Martial Artist Certificate in Chen Xiaoli's hand with envy.

As siblings, Chen Xiaoli knew exactly what Chen Dasheng was thinking. She immediately shook her head and said, "There's always a price to pay. You see me enjoying the highest protection from the state, but in fact, it's like signing a contract with the state. When the state needs us, we must stand up unconditionally. I had no choice but to get this certificate, and I don't want you to take this path."

"So there are conditions!"

Chen Dasheng's heart was somewhat balanced. It seemed that the license to kill wasn't as fun as he thought. Chen Dasheng was a person who liked freedom and hated being bound by rules.

"Alright, that's enough for today. My mouth is dry. Go back and rest! Remember, don't go around telling others what I told you today!" Chen Xiaoli put the Martial Artist Certificate back in the box and turned to give Chen Dasheng the order to leave.

Chen Dasheng nodded quickly. He wasn't a person who didn't know the gravity of the situation and knew that some things shouldn't be said. Checking the time, he realized it was almost twelve o'clock. He stood up and, after a few steps, turned back and asked weakly, "Big Sister, can you teach me martial arts?"

Chen Xiaoli smiled. "Do you need me to teach you?"

"Why?" Chen Dasheng was taken aback. Was she refusing? He really wanted to learn authentic internal family Tai Chi from Chen Xiaoli.

Chen Xiaoli said, "From what I can see, you were likely infused with power by a Grandmaster-level expert. After your body was refined, your strength increased significantly. Moreover, the Grandmaster's power was not just ordinary. He left some martial arts insights in your mind. So, if I teach you martial arts, I might lead you astray. You should continue practicing your Tai Chi. Although your boxing style differs from our Chen family Tai Chi, Tai Chi itself has many branches, and our Chen family Tai Chi is not the original version!"

"Is that so?"

Chen Dasheng's face turned sour like a bitter melon. What Grandmaster infusion? It was completely the inheritance of the Juling Clan. If he had known, he would have told Chen Xiaoli everything, but now it was too late, and he could only continue to hide it.

"Big Sister, my Tai Chi has no name or lineage. Can I use Uncle San's name in the future?" Learning martial arts from Chen Xiaoli was out of the question, but he couldn't leave empty-handed.

Chen Xiaoli smiled. "Go to the memorial hall, kowtow three times in front of Uncle San's memorial tablet, and from then on, you will be a successor of the Chen family Tai Chi!"

"Yay, thank you, Big Sister!" Chen Dasheng smiled excitedly and ran to the memorial hall.

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The National Day holiday passed quickly, and a new round of tedious and boring university life was about to begin.

"How did you come back so early?" Liu Yunshi was sitting on the sofa watching TV, holding a plate of grapes, and eating happily with Hu Bugui. Chen Dasheng, carrying a bag, opened the door and came in, making Liu Yunshi feel a bit puzzled.

Chen Dasheng had been going out early and coming back late these days, sometimes not coming back at all. It was unusual for him to come back in the afternoon today.

"We have class tomorrow, you know, Big Sister!" Chen Dasheng rolled his eyes, walked to the sofa, and kicked Hu Bugui to the side, sitting down next to Liu Yunshi.

"Hmm, is that so?" Liu Yunshi was taken aback and then said, "But it's none of my business!"

Liu Yunshi was in her senior year and only needed to write a graduation thesis and prepare for the defense. The rest was about finding a job, so holidays meant nothing to her.

Chen Dasheng rolled his eyes, feeling a bit envious. "How's your job search going?"

Liu Yunshi chewed a grape and turned to Chen Dasheng. "What's the rush? It's still early. I'm so excellent, I'll definitely find a job. Besides, even if I don't find one, you can support me. After all, you're the gambling saint, and you're not short of money!"

"Damn, you're just a spendthrift! Why would I support you?" Chen Dasheng spat at Liu Yunshi, who really thought he was the gambling saint.

Liu Yunshi said seriously, "Look at you, so stingy. What's wrong with me? Is my chest too small or my butt too small?"

"Uh!"

Chen Dasheng looked her up and down. She had a good chest, a good butt, a good face, and a good figure. More importantly, she had never had a boyfriend. Except for her temper, she could be considered the goddess in every man's heart.

"Pervert, what are you looking at!" Seeing Chen Dasheng staring at her chest, Liu Yunshi immediately covered it with her hands and glared at him.

"Who wants to look at you!" Chen Dasheng was speechless. "I just think you're too lazy and lack ambition. You're even worse than Hu Bugui."

"What? You actually say I lack ambition?" Liu Yunshi's eyes widened, and her slender fingers reached for Chen Dasheng's waist.

Chen Dasheng immediately stood up from the sofa and laughed. "You lack ambition, and I saw it clearly that morning!"

Liu Yunshi was taken aback and then realized what he meant. Her face turned red with embarrassment and anger. "Chen Dasheng, I'll kill you!"

She grabbed a pillow and pounced on Chen Dasheng, but she didn't notice the water on the floor and slipped, falling backward.

"Ah!"

Liu Yunshi's scream echoed as she slipped and fell backward. Chen Dasheng quickly stepped forward, grabbed her waist, but also slipped, and they both tumbled onto the sofa.

"Breath... breath..."

Their eyes met, and time seemed to stop. Chen Dasheng, lying on top of Liu Yunshi, felt her soft body and her beautiful face, her breath like fragrant orchids, and he had an inappropriate reaction.

"What does he want? Why is he looking at me like that?"

"Heaven, what's happening? So awkward!"

"This guy, he's hurting me!"

"What's poking me?"

Liu Yunshi, under Chen Dasheng's heavy body, felt the strong male hormones and was flustered. She stared at Chen Dasheng, not daring to move.

A stick-like object was poking her abdomen. At first, she thought it was Chen Dasheng's hand, but he had one hand on the sofa and the other around her waist. Where did the third hand come from?

Realizing something, Liu Yunshi's face turned red to her ears, her heart racing. This was a feeling she had never experienced before, and she didn't know what to do.