"Get back to bed, now!!"
Uncle Ninth glared at the two of them, his stance suggesting that if they continued to act up and embarrass him, he'd tan their hides. Wen Cai and Qiusheng slunk back to their room to sleep, dare not misbehave again.
After calming down Master Four Eyes, Uncle Ninth pulled him aside to continue their heart-to-heart talk. It had been a long time since the two brothers had seen each other, and they had much to share.
Listening to his master, Xu Yan realized that he would soon reach the realm of an Earth Master. But how could one discern this realm?
Xu Yan was puzzled, but the timing wasn't right to inquire further. He could only learn about it gradually.
Shaking his head, Xu Yan sat down on the chair and began practicing the Thunder Mantra. Although the heavenly and earthly qi was scarce, persistent cultivation had some effect. He couldn't rely solely on the system.
Xu Yan felt like a cultivator in a martial arts novel, albeit with modest strength, comparable only to a qi-cultivating practitioner.
"Hoo!"
"Ha!!"
At 5 am, the next day, Xu Yan rose early to practice the fist position in the courtyard.
"I didn't expect my strength to have increased so much!!"
There was a grindstone in the courtyard, very heavy, weighing at least two hundred jin. Usually, it required both Qiusheng and Wen Cai to lift it together. Xu Yan tried and found that he could easily lift it alone, not too strenuous. In other words, he still had room for growth in his strength.
Xu Yan's eyes lit up. If he continued to cultivate, wouldn't he become as powerful as the cultivators in legends?
With immense strength, summoning lightning out of thin air, the thought alone was exhilarating.
"This kid really works hard, huh~"
Inside the room, Master Four Eyes watched Xu Yan struggling with the grindstone outside and sighed with envy.
Other people's disciples were always better. Comparing Xu Yan with his own foolish disciple Jiale, Master Four Eyes couldn't help but roll his eyes.
"Talent and effort are inseparable. Without effort, talent is useless."
Uncle Ninth smiled and was increasingly satisfied with Xu Yan.
"Brother, have you heard back from the Underworld?"
Master Four Eyes looked curiously at his senior brother. With such an outstanding disciple, Uncle Ninth would surely communicate with the Underworld to give Xu Yan a legitimate identity.
"Results should be coming soon."
Uncle Ninth glanced at Master Four Eyes without concealing anything. "Once it's confirmed, it will benefit Xu Yan in many ways in the future."
An identity equivalent to a human ghostly official required a lot of money to obtain. Money could grease the wheels in any world, and Uncle Ninth had such an identity himself.
Although it wasn't definitive, having an identity meant that the Underworld acknowledged your existence, bringing many benefits. Although it would cost more money during festivals, it was all worth it.
"Brother, you're really generous. I couldn't handle such a gesture. I can't even protect myself, let alone my disciples."
Master Four Eyes immediately felt depressed. He hadn't even obtained such an identity yet, but there was nothing he could do. Who let him be poor and have no connections?
Master Four Eyes was poor...
If Xu Yan heard this, he would surely choke on his own saliva. How could someone who hid a chest of gold bars claim to be poor?
It was more accurate to say that he had no connections.
Uncle Ninth just looked deeply at his junior and didn't say much.
Such things couldn't be helped casually; otherwise, the Underworld would be in chaos. It was natural for a master to help his disciple strive, but fellow disciples could only blame themselves for their own incompetence.
That night, Master Four Eyes, who had slept the entire day, intended to leave. Even though Uncle Ninth tried to persuade him, he couldn't retain him. Instead, Master Four Eyes teased Qiusheng and Wen Cai, making them embarrassed and unable to lift their heads.
It was indeed inappropriate to joke about guests. The corpses they transported were the customers who fed Master Four Eyes!
If something went wrong and ruined his reputation, who would come to him in the future?
"Xu Yan, Wen Cai, accompany me to the town."
The next morning, Uncle Ninth took Wen Cai and Xu Yan to the town.
"Master, what are we doing in the town? Isn't it Qiusheng's job to buy groceries?"
Wen Cai, curious as a child, asked about everything along the way.
Uncle Ninth, holding his pipe and swinging his arms, walked ahead leisurely. "The wealthy Ren family in the town has asked me to discuss the relocation of their ancestral graves. I thought I'd take you along to broaden your horizons and learn from your junior brother."
Drink foreign tea?!
Xu Yan was startled. He didn't expect the plot to unfold so quickly. However, during this time, Wen Cai and Qiusheng had caused quite a few jokes. The daughter of the Ren family was quite pretty, and perhaps he could meet her later.
Although his presence had caused the plot to deviate somewhat, it was still generally on track. Since the Ren family wanted to relocate the graves, the plot was inevitable.
"Good morning, Uncle Ninth."
"Good morning, Uncle Ninth. Are you here to buy groceries?"
"Hey, Wen Cai looks sharper today, and so does Xu Yan. You both look great in those suits."
Suits in this era weren't as formal as they were later, so Xu Yan wore them casually, as did Qiusheng. Wen Cai never touched them.
"No, I plan to take Wen Cai out to broaden his horizons and show him how to drink foreign tea!!"
With Xu Yan around, Uncle Ninth felt confident. So what if it was foreign tea?
Hadn't his disciple drunk plenty of it before?
Uncle Ninth was very popular and respected in the town. Along the way, people kept greeting him, and he occasionally stopped to chat with them, smiling.
"Junior, how do you drink this foreign tea?" Wen Cai whispered to Xu Yan, afraid of making a fool of himself.
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