Urban Cultivation: Starting with Winning Back My Wife and Daughter

"Xiao Wang, what do you think of this painting?"

Huang Qingyang, who had just brewed the tea, walked up to Wang Xingyu and asked with a smile.

Wang Xingyu said, "The technique is good, but it's a pity it lacks a bit of spirit."

Huang Qingyang laughed and said, "You're really bold, kid! Do you even know who this Sun Xuyang is?"

Wang Xingyu shook his head and said, "When it comes to calligraphy and painting, if it's good, it's good; if it's not, it's not. It has nothing to do with the artist's reputation."

Huang Qingyang gave a thumbs up and said, "Well said. Sun Xuyang is a master of landscape painting in China. He once said that this painting of Lushan Waterfall is the worst work he has ever painted. That old guy was going to destroy it, but I snatched it from him."

Wang Xingyu's heart stirred, and he said, "Mr. Huang, I see that most of the works here are by modern artists. Is it that you would accept any calligraphy or painting as long as it's good?"

Huang Qingyang said, "That's right. I bought most of these works outright, and a small portion is consigned to me. What, are you interested in calligraphy and painting?"

Wang Xingyu smiled and said, "I've studied it. I'll paint one and bring it over another day. If you think it's good, you can consign it to our shop."

Huang Qingyang smiled and said, "Xiao Wang, don't you think you're being particularly arrogant?"

At the clinic, Wang Xingyu boasted about his medical skills.

Now they have the audacity to say they want to paint a picture and sell it in the shop.

If it were any other young person, Huang Qingyang would have already given them a good scolding.

But when facing Wang Xingyu, Huang Qingyang somehow found himself vaguely trusting him.

Wang Xingyu joked, "It's not that I'm being arrogant, but rather that I'm too cocky. I personally think it's a good thing for us young people to be a little arrogant; it shows that we're confident enough. If we're always timid and hesitant, afraid of everything, then we're truly hopeless."

Huang Qingyang nodded and said, "That makes sense. Come, have some tea."

The two sat down at the table, and Huang Qingyang personally poured Wang Xingyu a glass and gestured for him to sit down.

Wang Xingyu picked up the teacup and saw that the tea soup was bright green and the tea leaves were even. Needless to say, it must be top-grade Biluochun.

After blowing on the steam a few times, Wang Xingyu took a small sip, and his eyes lit up.

Because Wang Xingyu's grandfather and father both liked tea, he started drinking tea when he was in high school.

Wang Xingyu had drunk quite a lot of green tea, black tea, and flower tea, but he didn't have the money to buy good ones, and the quality was far inferior to the Biluochun he was drinking now.

Taoist Qingye was also a tea lover.

However, the spiritual tea he drank was made with magical power. Even the worst quality tea could become fragrant and full of spiritual energy after being tempered by spiritual fire.

For ordinary people, a sip of this drink has the amazing effects of refreshing the mind and nourishing vital energy.

Huang Qingyang asked, "How are you feeling?"

Wang Xingyu said, "It has a refreshing and pleasant aroma, and a sweet and lingering aftertaste. It is the finest Biluochun tea, far superior to the everyday tea I usually drink."

Huang Qingyang said proudly, "This tea is grown in my own tea plantation. I only drink it myself and don't sell it to others. I dare say that no green tea on the market can compare to my Biluochun."

Wang Xingyu took another sip and said, "Elder Huang, I'll invite you to drink the world's number one tea in a few days."

Ok?

Huang Qingyang was slightly taken aback and said, "What, the number one tea in the world? I've never heard of it."

Wang Xingyu started talking nonsense.

"This world's number one tea has never been known to the outside world. To put it another way, it is not a product of the mortal realm, but a celestial tea imbued with the rich spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Even kings, generals, and billionaires could never taste a sip of it in their entire lives."

Huang Qingyang was completely taken aback by Wang Xingyu.

Zhao Yuan, sitting behind the counter, also turned his gaze to Wang Xingyu, thinking to himself, "This young man is such a braggart."

After a while, Huang Qingyang burst into laughter, pointed at Wang Xingyu, and said, "Little Wang, have you been reading too many fantasy novels? Where in the world is there any immortal tea? We've even launched satellites into space, but we still haven't seen where the immortal realm is!"

Wang Xingyu wore a mysterious expression and said, "Elder Huang, how about we make a bet?"

Huang Qingyang raised an eyebrow and said, "Tell me about it."

Wang Xingyu said, "Within a week, I will bring you some celestial tea and invite you to have a cup. After you've drunk it, if you say that my celestial tea isn't the best tea in the world, I can heal your emphysema and the internal injuries suffered by Manager Zhao for free. Conversely, if you are certain that my celestial tea is indeed the best tea in the world, then you will have to help me sell my calligraphy and paintings for free. How about it?"

Although Wang Xingyu did not take Zhao Yuan's pulse, he could still tell from his breathing that the guy had suffered serious internal injuries.

Because a kung fu master's breathing is barely audible, and their movement is as light as a cat's.

Despite Zhao Yuan's profound internal strength, his breathing was slightly rapid, and his trachea made a hissing sound as if it were a bellows.

An ordinary person probably wouldn't be able to hear it even if they walked right next to Zhao Yuan, but Wang Xingyu's cultivation was so strong that no sound of snakes, insects, rats, or ants within a five-kilometer radius could escape his ears, let alone the sound of Zhao Yuan's breathing from ten meters away.

As soon as Wang Xingyu spoke, Huang Qingyang and Zhao Yuan's expressions changed drastically at the same time.

How did you know Zhao Yuan had internal injuries?

Huang Qingyang felt a sense of apprehension towards Wang Xingyu.

Wang Xingyu chuckled and said, "Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes observation, listening, questioning, and palpation. Manager Zhao's complexion looks rosy, but it's actually an unhealthy color. I guess someone has injured his eight extraordinary meridians."

Zhao Yuan, who had been silent until now, finally spoke.

His voice was hoarse, with a hint of coldness.

"Mr. Wang, my meridians were damaged by innate true qi. You may not be able to heal me."

Upon hearing this, Wang Xingyu immediately became interested and asked, "Innate True Qi? Manager Zhao, are there many Innate Masters in the martial arts world?"

Zhao Yuan shook his head and said, "As far as I know, there shouldn't be more than fifty."

Wang Xingyu said, "I knew it. In such a vast world, how could there be no innate masters?"

Huang Qingyang felt that the two had gone off on a tangent and said, "Xiao Zhao has a kind of innate true energy in his body. It's like a living thing, running around wildly in his eight extraordinary meridians. I've sought help from many renowned medical experts, but unfortunately, no one has been able to cure it."

"Xiao Wang, because of Xiao Zhao's injury, even if you could really produce the best tea in the world, I wouldn't admit it, so there's no need for a bet."

"Your clinic is about to open, why not have Xiao Zhao as your first patient?"

Wang Xingyu smiled slightly and said, "Elder Huang, my fees are very high."

Huang Qingyang said magnanimously, "Any problem that can be solved with money is not a problem."

Wang Xingyu nodded and said, "Mr. Zhao, could you please come over here for a moment? I'd like to take your pulse."

Zhao Yuan immediately walked over and extended his arm to Wang Xingyu.

Wang Xingyu transformed a wisp of his magical power into hundreds of fine threads, which entered Zhao Yuan's body.

These fine threads quickly traveled through his meridians, and he learned everything about Zhao Yuan's condition.