Urban Cultivation: Starting with Winning Back My Wife and Daughter

About half an hour later, Wang Xingyu came out.

Zhao Yuan quickly stood up and asked, "Mr. Wang, how are you?"

Wang Xingyu made a "V" sign and said, "It's under control. We should be able to take care of it within a week."

Zhao Yuan was finally relieved: "That's good."

Huang Qingyang handed Wang Xingyu a bearer check for fifty million yuan and said, "Here you go."

Wang Xingyu took the check, put it away, and said, "I should be quite happy to have made so much money on the first day. But now I feel like I've been taken advantage of."

Huang Qingyang patted him on the shoulder and chuckled, "Young man, you must remember one thing: suffering a loss is actually a gain."

Wang Xingyu said, "Then let me take advantage of you a little!"

Huang Qingyang was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

Wang Xingyu said, "I need to practice calligraphy and painting, but I lack brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones. You must have those." Huang Qingyang smiled and said, "You really want to be a great painter!"

Wang Xingyu raised an eyebrow and said, "My TCM clinic is definitely not going to do well. I'm just sitting around doing nothing."

"It's alright to practice calligraphy or paint; it's a refined pastime to cultivate one's character."

Huang Qingyang nodded and said, "That's true. Okay, I'll have Xiao Zhao bring over the writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. I hope you can give me a surprise."

Wang Xingyu clasped his hands in a fist salute and chuckled, "Then thank you very much."

After opening the door of Deren Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic, Huang Qingyang and Zhao Yuan returned to the Treasure Pavilion.

After a while, Zhao Yuan delivered the writing implements and various painting dyes that Wang Xingyu needed. They were all top-quality products.

Wang Xingyu had no idea how much it was worth.

Zhao Yuan hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Mr. Wang, do you have a way to cure Old Huang's emphysema?"

Wang Xingyu laughed and said, "Don't worry. In a while, I'll treat him to the world's number one tea. This tea contains rich spiritual energy from heaven and earth. After drinking it for two or three months, his mild emphysema will be cured."

Zhao Yuandao said, "I never imagined that such a divine object truly existed in the world. I thought you were joking before."

Wang Xingyu said, "How could that be? Mr. Zhao, I'm quite interested in your martial arts world. Could you tell me about it?"

Zhao Yuan nodded and said, "More than half of the top martial arts masters are overseas, and there are some in China as well, but they all keep a very low profile."

It turns out that kung fu has never lost its tradition; it's just become more secretive than before.

There are several major schools of martial arts in Xia Kingdom, including Xingyi School, Taiji School, Bagua School, Shaolin School, Wudang School, Emei School, and so on.

These sects have many outer disciples, but very few core disciples.

Some of them joined the army, some became police officers, some became bodyguards for the wealthy, and some went abroad to join organized crime.

In wuxia novels, martial arts sects all have a headquarters, but in modern society, martial arts sects don't exist at all.

The monks and Taoists in the Shaolin martial arts world are just outer disciples; the real masters are not on the mountain at all.

Wang Xingyu was not surprised by this.

Shaolin Temple and Wudang Mountain have become famous tourist destinations both at home and abroad. How could an ancient martial arts sect possibly appear there? That would be tantamount to courting death.

Ling Yuan was right when he told Wang Xingyu that kung fu is indeed divided into the Jinli Realm, the Houtian Realm, the Xiantian Realm, and the Tongtian Realm, but it's not as miserable as he described.

As for martial artists at the Innate Realm, Zhao Yuan knows of at least thirty or forty such individuals both domestically and internationally.

Zhao Yuan had never heard of a Core Formation martial artist at the Tongtian Realm.

In ancient times, these martial arts masters might have been incredibly powerful, but in modern times, their deterrent effect has been greatly diminished.

Even if a martial artist with innate qi has been practicing for decades, if surrounded by a dozen or so ordinary people with guns, he will surely die.

However, once kung fu reaches the Innate level, the body and spirit undergo a comprehensive transformation, making it no easy task to push them to a desperate situation.

In short, innate martial artists are very strong, but not nearly as powerful as they are portrayed in novels.

As for scaling walls and leaping across rooftops, that goes without saying.

Try flying over a building dozens of stories high; you'd be lucky if you weren't smashed to pieces.

Those who cultivate the Tao can use their magical powers to fly in the air, but they need to rely on the vast spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

The Earth simply lacks spiritual energy, leaving Wang Xingyu with no opportunity to use his skills, which is undoubtedly a great pity.

At noon, Wang Xingyu found a nice restaurant and had lunch.

After returning to the traditional Chinese medicine clinic, he began to paint.

In order to regain the painting skills of Taoist Qingye, Wang Xingyu started practicing the basics.

His idea was to retrace the path that Qingye Daoshi took when he learned to paint, which was equivalent to reviewing and revisiting past knowledge points. Naturally, the learning efficiency and effect would be incomparable.

After just two hours of practice, Wang Xingyu felt he had made great progress.

However, reaching the level of Qingye Daoshi is not something that can be accomplished in a day or two.

"Hey, Yuxi, what are the instructions?"

Wang Xingyu, who was focused on practicing painting at the traditional Chinese medicine clinic, suddenly received a call from Lin Yuxi.

"Teacher Xue just informed me that Xiaoxin hit a classmate, and it seems like she hit him pretty hard; his nose is bleeding."

Wang Xingyu's expression changed. He put down his brush and asked, "Is Xiao Xin'er alright?"

Lin Yuxi was taken aback by Wang Xingyu's question and hesitated slightly before replying, "No." Wang Xingyu breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good. I'll go to school right away and definitely check..."

Fang's parents arrived earlier to prevent Xiao Xin'er from being bullied.

Lin Yuxi said, "No matter how rude the child's parents are, you must control your temper and absolutely avoid any conflict with them. I'll be there in a bit."

"You don't need to come..."

Before Wang Xingyu could finish speaking, Lin Yuxi hung up the phone.

When a mother is in trouble with her child, even the calmest person will become anxious, and Lin Yuxi is no exception.

Ten minutes later, Wang Xingyu arrived at the gate of Da Hongmao Kindergarten and was stopped by the security guard. He called Xue Mei, Xiao Xin'er's homeroom teacher, and only then did the security guard open the gate.

The gate allowed Wang Xingyu to enter the campus.

Entering Xue Mei's office, one sees a middle-aged man in his forties, with broad shoulders and a thick waist, and tattoos on his arms, sitting in a chair, loudly scolding Xiao Xin'er.

"You dare hit my son? You little brat, you don't want to live anymore."

"Have your parents come over right now. I'd like to ask them how they raise their children."

Xiao Xin'er was clearly frightened by the man; her face was full of fear, and tears were welling up in her eyes.

Fortunately, Xue Mei kept her hidden behind her and didn't let her face the other person directly, otherwise, Xiao Xin'er would have had nightmares.

Wang Xingyu felt a pang of heartache. He thought he had arrived quickly enough, but he hadn't expected the other party's parents to arrive even faster.

Judging from the situation, this man must have been here for quite some time.

It's likely that Xue Mei called Lin Yuxi a little late.

"dad."

Upon seeing Wang Xingyu, Xiao Xin'er immediately rushed into his arms and burst into tears.

Wang Xingyu gently stroked her hair and said, "With Dad here, it's alright."

"Are you alright?"

The middle-aged man suddenly stood up, his eyes flashing with malice, and said, "My son was beaten into the hospital by your daughter, and you still say it's nothing."

Wang Xingyu pulled Xiao Xin'er behind him, not even glancing at the middle-aged man, and said, "Teacher Xue, I want to know what happened."