Chapter 9

Just as he got off the car, Chen Dasheng was called by Liu Hao, who then handed him a business card.

"Chairman of Phoenix Leisure Club, Captain of Rongcheng Racing Team..." Chen Dasheng took the card and saw a bunch of titles on it, with Liu Hao's name written at the bottom.

"Then I should call you Brother Hao, right?" Chen Dasheng's eyes moved from the card, and a smile curved at the corner of his mouth.

Liu Hao waved his hand and smiled, "How could I dare? I should call you Brother Sheng. My family calls me Haozi, so you can call me that too!"

His words implied that he considered Chen Dasheng part of the family. Liu Hao's mouth was indeed smooth. As the saying goes, one doesn't hit a smiling face. Although there were many unpleasant moments earlier, they were now all gone.

"I might have been a bit too rough earlier. You should take your brothers to the hospital and get them checked out!" Chen Dasheng felt a bit embarrassed.

"Those bastards dared to lay a hand on Brother Sheng, they deserved it!" Liu Hao looked righteous, as if he hadn't been part of the group that beat up Chen Dasheng. He bowed to Chen Dasheng, "I'll definitely set up a gathering to have them apologize to you one by one."

"Alright, enough of your nonsense. I need to go back and rest!" Liu Xiaomin couldn't stand Liu Hao's endless talking and rudely interrupted him. She started the car and said to Chen Dasheng, "Dasheng, say hello to Sister Xiaoli for me. Oh, and tell Ruoxue that the matter is resolved, and she can return to school with peace of mind!"

"Sure, have a safe trip, both of you!"

Chen Dasheng nodded with a smile. The car drove away, and Liu Hao turned around, shouting from a distance, "Brother Sheng, don't forget to put in a good word for me with your sister!"

Watching the car drive away, Chen Dasheng shook his head lightly. He turned to look at the closed door of the Sister's Workshop and walked to the high wall. He stomped his right foot on the ground, and his body shot into the courtyard like a cannonball.

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"Sis, you really thought of it. You hid Ruoxue in the Sister's Workshop?"

"What? I'm telling you, according to our agreement, you're not allowed to have any thoughts about Ruoxue from now on. If you harass her again, I'll have Sister Xiaoli break your legs!" Liu Xiaomin threatened Liu Hao fiercely while driving.

"Uh!" Liu Hao laughed dryly, "Don't worry, I accept my loss and won't have any more thoughts about Ruoxue. But, Sis, aren't you afraid that Ruoxue will just jump from the wolf's den into the tiger's mouth?"

"What do you mean?" Liu Xiaomin frowned.

Liu Hao said slyly, "Sis, don't you remember? That Chen Dasheng is Qinglong, Qinglong!"

"Brat, are you asking for a beating?" If she weren't driving, Liu Xiaomin would have already torn into her spoiled brother, "Don't think everyone is as dirty-minded as you. Dasheng is definitely more upright than you!"

"Tch!" Liu Hao pouted, "Sis, you're negating your own brother just because you met him once?"

Liu Xiaomin chuckled, "I didn't negate you because I met him. I've always negated you. You're just too despicable. Tell me, how many despicable things have you done over the years? If Dad hadn't covered for you, you'd either be in jail or in a coffin!"

"Uh!" Liu Hao was speechless.

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The night passed without incident.

The next day, Chen Dasheng woke up around noon. After washing up, he found the Sister's Workshop much quieter than usual.

"Feels great!"

Chen Dasheng stretched lazily. After returning home last night, he had eaten a full meal in the kitchen and then had a good night's sleep. Now, he felt full of energy, as if he had boundless strength waiting to be unleashed.

"Hey, Brother Dasheng, you're up so early?"

A lively voice came from behind. Chen Dasheng turned around and saw it was Lu Qiaoe. Hearing her words, a black line appeared on his forehead as he pointed to the high sun, "It's almost noon, and you call this early?"

"Hehe, Sister Xiaoli said you wouldn't get up until the afternoon, so we were told not to disturb you!" Lu Qiaoe giggled.

"Hmm? Does my sister know I came back very late last night?" Chen Dasheng was taken aback, but he didn't think too much about it. His eyes were drawn to the object in Lu Qiaoe's hand, and he couldn't help but brighten. It was a mahjong box!

"Qiaoe, where are you going with that?" Chen Dasheng rubbed his hands, asking a question he already knew the answer to.

Lu Qiaoe said, "The Sister's Workshop is closed today for a rest day. We're playing mahjong with Sister Xiaoli!"

"Closed? No wonder it's so quiet today!" Chen Dasheng was a bit surprised. He then asked, "Do you need another player? I haven't played in a long time, let me join!"

"You can forget it. If you want to play, find your own partners. We don't need anyone else!" Lu Qiaoe pouted, cutting off Chen Dasheng's desire to join. "Play by yourself. Sister Xiaoli will scold you if you keep her waiting. I'll make lunch later!"

"Ugh!"

Looking up at the sky, it was already noon, and Chen Dasheng couldn't help but wonder if lunch would turn into dinner.

"Brother Dasheng!" Lu Qiaoe called out again after running a short distance.

"What?" Chen Dasheng looked at her irritably.

Lu Qiaoe covered her mouth and laughed, "Your back view stretching in the sunlight was really handsome!"

"Damn!" Chen Dasheng rolled his eyes, and Lu Qiaoe giggled and ran off.

You brat, to be teased by a little girl, Chen Dasheng couldn't help but grumble. When this little girl first came to the Sister's Workshop, she was a shy and innocent country girl. After just two years with his sister, she had completely changed. His sister was really a bad influence.

"Just a handsome back view? Is my face not good enough to see?"

Chen Dasheng muttered to himself, then set up a stance in the courtyard and started practicing the Tai Chi he had learned in school, stretching his limbs.

The Tai Chi he learned in school was a half-baked version, purely for show. As Chen Dasheng practiced, it gradually changed. The originally gentle and beautiful movements became direct and powerful, each punch containing immense force.

It wasn't because of his martial arts skills, but because of his strength! Chen Dasheng used brute force, and after a while, the Tai Chi no longer looked like Tai Chi.

"Hmm? This punch shouldn't be like this. This way would be better!" While practicing, when he reached the White Crane Spreads Its Wings move, Chen Dasheng suddenly felt a flash of inspiration. It was an intuition that this move shouldn't be done the way he had done it before.

Following his intuition, Chen Dasheng abandoned the original move, standing on one foot, hands spread backward, looking like a spreading white crane.

"Ah, this is much smoother!" Chen Dasheng didn't know why, but his intuition told him this was the correct way.

Next, he performed moves like Kneading Knees, Plucking the Lute, Reversing the Elbow, Embracing the Sparrow's Tail, and Cloud Hands, all in a fluid and natural manner, following his heart. He didn't think about why these moves were the way they were, as if he had touched the essence of martial arts, or been enlightened by a master.

A tall and muscular figure moved gracefully in the courtyard, sometimes swift, sometimes elegant, each move flowing like water.

The moves were no longer stiff or overly forceful, but Chen Dasheng could feel that the seemingly gentle movements contained even more power than before.

The moves included some high-difficulty postures. After one round, Chen Dasheng felt his skin getting warm. After the second round, his muscles started to heat up. By the third round, his entire body felt like it was boiling.

By the fourth round, halfway through, the intense heat made Chen Dasheng unable to continue. He stopped and sat on the ground, panting heavily.

Sweat poured down his body, and Chen Dasheng could feel every muscle in his body pulsating, as if he had been working out in a gym all day.

"What the hell? Why is this happening? Could it be the legendary deviation in cultivation?" After a while, Chen Dasheng recovered and was surprised. The alternative Tai Chi he had created seemed quite powerful.

He checked his body and found no other issues besides the pulsating muscles. Instead, he felt his blood boiling and his strength surging. Chen Dasheng was somewhat relieved and decided to ask his sister later. Last night, he had learned from the Rong siblings that his sister was a master and could give him some guidance.

"Ah!"

Just as Chen Dasheng was sitting on the ground, panting heavily, a soft cry came from behind him, followed by a loud thud, startling him.

Chen Dasheng turned around and was stunned. It was a girl in her early twenties.

She was about 1.65 meters tall, wearing small slippers, with her sleeves rolled up, revealing white, lotus-like arms. Her long hair reached her waist, and her large, clear eyes were like the clear water of a deep autumn pond. Her face was flustered, and the sunlight illuminated her light pink dress, outlining her delicate curves.

She stood there, graceful and radiant!

Chen Dasheng could only think of one word to describe this ethereal girl: "Pure," pure to the point of making one nervous.

It was the girl from last night!

A thought flashed through his mind, and Chen Dasheng immediately recognized her as the girl he had encountered in the bathroom last night.