Urban Cultivation: Starting with Winning Back My Wife and Daughter

Wang Xingyu said in a deep voice, "But I have a concern. If you are cured, and then you go and molest those girls again, wouldn't it be my fault if they were harmed?"

"Mr. Wang, I wasn't born a bad seed. The reason I became like this is because I completely lost hope."

At this point, Zheng Guangyuan knelt on the ground, held up three fingers, and said loudly, "If Mr. Wang Xingyu can cure my hidden ailment, I, Zheng Guangyuan, swear to heaven that for the rest of my life I will only do good deeds and never do bad deeds. If I break this oath, I am willing to die without a burial place."

Knowing this was a rare opportunity, Zhu Yanjiang chimed in, "Mr. Wang, our Xingyi School has a charitable foundation. I can get him a job there. If he dares to do anything wrong, you won't even need to lift a finger; I'll cripple him myself."

"Alright. Remember what you said today."

Wang Xingyu walked up to Zheng Guangyuan and gently patted his shoulder, dissolving the magical power in his lower abdomen.

Zheng Guangyuan could feel the disappearance of that airflow and said happily, "Thank you, Mr. Wang."

Wang Xingyu picked up the one million yuan check that Zhu Yanjiang had given him, handed it to Zheng Guangyuan, and said, "You should keep your money for charity."

Zheng Guangyuan solemnly replied, "Yes."

In fact, the reason why Wang Xingyu gave Zheng Guangyuan a chance to reform was twofold: first, because this guy had indeed not done anything wrong and his karmic value was extremely low; second, he wanted to see if he would gain karmic value after persuading people to do good.

Just now, he had sensed the unusual movement of the Causal Bead, which must have some effect.

As Zhu Yanjiang and his two companions stepped out of the traditional Chinese medicine clinic, they ran into Huang Qingyang.

"Old Huang, what are you doing here?"

Zhu Yanjiang asked in surprise.

He was a grandmaster of Xingyi Quan, and Huang Qingyang was the head of the Huang family. The two had many interactions.

Huang Qingyang made a shushing gesture and said, "Haijiang Treasure Pavilion has been open for two months, and I've been here the whole time. Do you need to see Xiao Wang about something?"

Zhu Yanjiang said, "It was a small matter, but it's been taken care of. Mr. Huang, do you know Mr. Wang?"

Huang Qingyang chuckled and said, "Of course I know him, we're neighbors. This kid's medical skills are amazing; he can treat almost anything except terminal illnesses."

Zhu Yanjiang nodded and exclaimed, "Mr. Wang is indeed a remarkable person. I admire him immensely."

Huang Qingyang gave a knowing look and asked, "Master Zhu, did you lose?"

Zhu Yanjiang said with a wry smile, "I couldn't even withstand a single move."

Huang Qingyang said, "Zhao Yuan said that this kid is the youngest innate master in the world, so it's normal that you can't beat him."

Zhu Yanjiang raised an eyebrow and said, "Zhao Yuan also came to the Treasure Pavilion? Did you have Mr. Wang take a look at his injuries?"

Zhu Yanjiang was naturally familiar with Zhao Yuan, a genius in the martial arts world.

Before Zhao Yuan was injured, the two had sparred three times, with Zhu Yanjiang winning one, drawing one, and losing one.

Later, Zhao Yuan's cultivation was only one step away from the Innate Realm. Zhu Yanjiang knew he was no match for him, so he never fought him again.

Two years ago, Zhao Yuan was injured by a master of innate skill, and there was almost no chance of recovery. Zhu Yanjiang sighed for a long time about this.

Upon seeing Wang Xingyu today, Zhu Yanjiang felt that with his powerful cultivation, he might be able to heal Zhao Yuan's injuries.

Huang Qingyang raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on his lips, and said, "Zhao Yuan has already been cured by Xiao Wang."

Zhu Yanjiang said happily, "That's wonderful! Where is he?"

Huang Qingyang said, "I just got back, and I estimate I'll be in seclusion for half a month."

Zhu Yanjiang's pupils contracted slightly. He asked, "Trying to break through to the Innate Realm?"

Huang Qingyang said, "It seems to be preparation for breaking through to the Innate Realm."

As the saying goes, fortune may be a harbinger of misfortune, and misfortune may be a harbinger

Zhao Yuan was tormented by a surge of innate true energy, which delayed his cultivation for two years, but it wasn't without its benefits.

Having fought countless battles, Zhao Yuan's understanding of innate true qi far surpasses that of ordinary acquired martial artists, and his meridians have also been greatly expanded.

It can be said that he is currently the most likely acquired martial artist to break through to the Innate Realm.

Zhu Yanjiang smiled and said, "I hope Zhao Yuan will succeed."

After chatting for a while, Zhu Yanjiang took his leave.

Huang Qingyang walked into the traditional Chinese medicine clinic and said, "Xiao Wang, is there some misunderstanding between you and Zhu Yanjiang?"

Wang Xingyu didn't hide anything and briefly explained the situation.

After listening, Huang Qingyang sighed and said, "Zheng Guangyuan's father was named Zheng Tong, and he was Zhu Yanjiang's junior brother. In a fight in the martial arts world, Zheng Tong took six bullets for Zhu Yanjiang and died. Later, Zheng Tong's enemies captured ten-year-old Zheng Guangyuan and imprisoned him in a water dungeon, where he developed a chronic illness. This is no secret in the Xingyi Sect; everyone knows it. Zheng Guangyuan couldn't stand the strange looks from his fellow disciples, so he came to Haijiang City alone and founded a gang called Guangyuan Gang. Don't be fooled by how powerful Guangyuan Gang is; they don't actually harm anyone. Otherwise, the police would have taken them down long ago, and Zhu Yanjiang wouldn't have let him off the hook."

Wang Xingyu said, "I didn't realize Zheng Guangyuan was such a pitiful person."

Huang Qingyang smiled and said, "If you can cure Zheng Guangyuan, it will truly be a life-saving act of kindness. I believe he will change."

Wang Xingyu nodded and said, "I hope so. Elder Huang, what brings you back to see me?"

Huang Qingyang asked, "Have you ever heard of the Ghost Market?"

Wang Xingyu was immediately disappointed and said, "I've heard of it, and I've even been there. It's not interesting."

The so-called "ghost market" originally referred to a market in the antique world where various antiques were sold, and many collectors were able to find some good antiques there and make a fortune.

As time goes by, genuine antiques are becoming increasingly rare, and most of what we have are works of art that can be mistaken for the real thing. Now, it has evolved into a market for selling secondhand items.

Wang Xingyu and Lin Yuxi had been there two or three times, and it could be described as "not living up to its reputation".

Huang Qingyang said with a playful tone, "You don't actually think Xinglong Street in the suburbs is a ghost market, do you?"

Wang Xingyu raised an eyebrow and said, "Isn't that right?"

Huang Qingyang laughed and said, "Of course not."

It turns out that Xinglong Street was just a place for ordinary people to consume and have fun; the real ghost market was actually a large-scale auction.

The organizers will arrange the auctioned items in a designated area according to their numbers for guests to view.

The guests here are not ordinary people, but a group of extremely wealthy individuals with cash flow of at least hundreds of millions.

Once they've identified what interests them, they'll compete for it at the auction.

The ghost market is open for two days each month, while the auction is held only twice a month, in April and October.

Bidders will wear masks to conceal their identities.

After you've purchased the item, you can simply pay and leave.

For ten consecutive years, Huang Qingyang has participated almost every year, buying a lot of antiques, some of which were newly unearthed.

Of course, given his status, even a new product could be easily converted into a legitimate one.