My cells devour all worlds.

"Chairman Chang..."

At Chang Junda's insistence, Zhao Feiwen took out his phone and turned on speakerphone.

A moment later, Chang Wenmao's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Did you bring Xiaojun back?"

Zhao Feiwen glanced at Chang Junda, who was trying not to laugh, and couldn't help but think of what had just happened.

He replied, "No..."

"Hmm? What's wrong? Does Xiaojun not want to come back?"

"no."

Zhao Feiwen organized his thoughts and said earnestly, "Chairman Chang, what Young Master Chang said is true. That Master Lu Sheng really has real skills. His internal energy is indeed real."

Zhao Feiwen didn't know how to describe it, so he could only emphasize it again and again.

After he finished speaking, there was complete silence on the other end of the phone.

After a long while, Chang Wenmao's voice rang out again, as if he had seen through everything:

"...Xiao Jun made you say that, didn't he? And you too, how could you go along with his nonsense?"

"This kid will come up with all sorts of crazy ideas just to avoid being scolded by me."

Chang Wenmao muttered something, then continued, "Tell him that as long as he comes back, apologizes to me properly, and promises to calm down and not get into these things again, I'll let him off this time."

"..."

He's already said that, so why don't you believe him, Mr. Chang?

Zhao Feiwen looked to the side helplessly, and sure enough, it was true.

Chang Junda had already burst out laughing, covering his mouth tightly with both hands, his body convulsing with laughter.

This was the first time in so many years that he had felt so refreshed and his mammary glands were clear.

It took Chang Junda a while to calm down. He walked over to his phone, grinned, and said:

"Old Deng, if you apologize to me now and promise to support me in the future, I won't hold this against you this time."

I heard a familiar voice coming from the phone.

Chang Wenmao on the other end paused for a moment, several question marks flashing above his head.

What did Chang Junda just say?!

You expect me to apologize and promise to fully support you in exchange for your forgiveness???

Is this something you should be saying?

This is utterly rebellious and defies the Heavenly Order!

What a rebellious son!

Chang Wenmao admitted that he was getting a little red-hot.

Where did this kid get the nerve to say something like that to him? Isn't he afraid of getting his card frozen?

Realizing this unusual point, Chang Wenmao instantly calmed down, suddenly remembering what Zhao Feiwen had just said.

Although Zhao Feiwen dotes on Chang Junda, he is by no means the kind of person who doesn't know what's important.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have kept it by his side all this time, almost treating it as a family member.

Could it be that what Chang Junda said was really not a problem?

Chang Wenmao took a deep breath and asked, as if seeking confirmation, word by word, "Feiwen, are you sure... you're not joking with me?"

Zhao Feiwen immediately replied, "Chairman Chang, you know me. I wouldn't joke like that."

As he spoke, he recounted the story of how Lu Sheng had captured his hand remotely, as well as all the information he had learned about Lu Sheng from Chang Junda, without missing a single word.

He also speculated that Lu Sheng might have more than just the methods he had revealed.

"Capturing people from a distance... Lightness skill... Whoosh..."

Chang Wenmao's eyes flickered, and he let out a heavy breath, but his trembling hands betrayed him; his mood was not as calm as he appeared.

He suddenly realized that Lu Sheng was their gateway to another side of the world, a world that was not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

It's a shame that he's been boasting all these years that he's practically at the top of the human pyramid.

Chang Wenmao chuckled self-deprecatingly. It turned out he was no different from ordinary people, except he had a few hundred million more money.

At this time.

Chang Junda's smug voice came through the phone: "Old Deng, have you made up your mind?"

Chang Wenmao almost laughed out of anger, "You don't actually think that the reason that person took a liking to you is because of you, do you?"

"Otherwise what?"

Chang Junda felt a little guilty for a moment, and his voice softened.

But then he seemed to remember something, and quickly straightened up, asking in return, "Could you have found your master without me?"

Chang Wenmao didn't answer, but just kept talking to himself: "Sigh, these century-old medicinal herbs are really hard to find. Many of them are other people's treasured possessions. You can't even see them without asking for a favor..."

"cough……"

On the other end of the phone, Chang Junda's expression changed instantly, his voice becoming extremely obsequious, "Dad, I was just joking with you."

"Oh? Really?"

"It's absolutely true, I'm not lying, I'm your son."

"..."

It's like he's not his son if he doesn't lie to him.

Chang Wenmao stopped rambling with Chang Junda, cleared his throat, and became serious:

"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. Finding that person is truly your skill. So I will support your martial arts training. As for the medicinal herbs you mentioned, I will have them sent over as soon as possible."

He pondered for a moment, then continued, "As for Feiwen, you don't need to come back for now. Stay there and keep an eye on Xiaojun. Help him oversee things so that he doesn't make any mistakes..."

Chang Junda then became serious and readily agreed.

After giving his instructions, Chang Wenmao hung up the phone and subconsciously started looking for something on the table.

Where did that piece of paper with the medicinal herbs written on it go?

It looks like it was thrown in the trash.

Chang Wenmao quickly looked at the trash can, only to find it completely empty.

Oh no, it must have been taken away by the cleaning staff.

Chang Wenmao sensed something was wrong. Since that master was genuine, the combination of those medicinal herbs might be some important prescription.

He immediately called to his assistant, "Xiao Li, I need to know where the things in my office trash can went within one minute..."

……

That evening, some of the more common medicinal herbs were delivered to the villa one after another.

As for the rare ones, it will take some more time.

The training equipment that Chang Junda ordered at Lu Sheng's request was also delivered urgently.

The next day was an auspicious day, suitable for all activities.

With both parties' consent, Chang Junda formally became Lu Sheng's disciple and performed the disciple's rites.

Chang Wenmao originally wanted to come to show respect, but Lu Sheng said there was no need for such trouble. Chang Junda also wanted to become an apprentice as soon as possible.

So they simply witnessed it in a video, keeping the ceremony simple.

Chang Junda's side presented a gift for the apprenticeship ceremony, knowing that Lu Sheng was indifferent to money, so they only included a small sum of money.

In addition, there is the property rights to a thousand-square-meter villa at my feet, and some other things that are insignificant in comparison.

Lu Sheng wasn't empty-handed either.

Although he had no experience in mission worlds, he wasn't stupid.

The information in his mind is the most precious gift.

Following the recipe from one of the manuals for external martial arts training, and using the medicinal herbs sent by the Chang family, Lu Sheng used his true qi to refine a small bottle of qi and blood pills to aid in cultivation.

Although it has no effect on a grandmaster like him, it is like a sugar pill, which can only have some effect on the lowest level of martial artists.

But for ordinary people, it's a panacea, better than any tonic.

Chang Junda gripped the bottle of pills tightly, took a gentle sniff, and the rich medicinal aroma refreshed him.

Thinking of some scenes from the TV series, Chang Junda couldn't help but ask, "Master, will eating this thing increase my power?"

Lu Sheng smiled and said, "It's not that miraculous. At most, it can improve your health and reduce the chances of getting sick."

None of those pills that can increase one's power are simple; many of the ingredients are simply unavailable in this world.

It's already pretty good to find two that are usable.

"All right."

Chang Junda was slightly disappointed, but quickly felt it was normal.

After all, reality isn't a movie; there aren't any absurd things like that.