"Mr. Jiang, but Nong Cuiru said..."
Xue Zhong looked worried. "She said she hopes her grandson can be fully cured before the Jishan Hall assessnt. Otherwise, she's afraid Jishan Hall will have a very hard ti passing."
"Master Xue, with here, do you really think Jishan Hall can't pass the assessnt?" Jiang Xinghai suddenly smiled.
"Well..."
The wrinkles on Xue Zhong's face smoothed out. "Right! How could I have forgotten about that!"
"Besides, can that Nong Cuiru really call all the shots at the National dical Hall?" Jiang Xinghai asked again.
"She doesn't have that kind of power," Xue Zhong said.
"In that case, all I have to do is pass the assessnt for Jishan Hall tomorrow, and its entry into the National dical Hall will be set in stone, correct?" Jiang Xinghai said with a faint smile.
"Of course, of course. It will take effect imdiately," Xue Zhong replied.
Jiang Xinghai lit a cigarette. "Then we have nothing to worry about. On the contrary, whether or not her precious grandson can recover will depend on her attitude."
"You're absolutely right, Mr. Jiang." Xue Zhong's worries vanished, and he broke into a smile.
"Go on. Tell her exactly what I said: I can treat this kind of intellectual disability, and I can do it with ease."
Jiang Xinghai gazed into the distance. "And if she tries to threaten you with the Jishan Hall matter again, you don't need to pay it any mind."
"That puts my mind at ease. Mr. Jiang, you can continue your morning run. I'm going to go back and catch a few more winks." The worry that had plagued Xue Zhong all night was completely swept away.
Afterward, Jiang Xinghai bought so breakfast and returned to the Shen Family's ho.
"Jiang, you're back from your morning run?"
Just as Jiang Xinghai stepped through the door, Shen Zhengye ca out wearing shorts and a tank top. "Ah, Jiang, your uncle here barely slept a wink last night. I'd say it was the most tiring night I've had in over a decade. But the level of pleasure was also unprecedented."
"Uncle, why don't you go for your morning run first? We'll eat when you get back," Jiang Xinghai said with a wry smile.
"Forget it. I'll skip my run today. Let's eat first." Shen Zhengye looked a bit drained.
Jiang Xinghai couldn't bear to see him like this and added, "If you're not running, that's fine. In that case, Uncle, why don't you practice a few sets of the Eight Extres Collapse?"
"No problem." Shen Zhengye nodded with considerable confidence.
He then went out to the courtyard. "First Form—Beng Fist!"
A fierce gust of wind erupted instantly, and a violent astral wind ford around Shen Zhengye's fist.
As the astral wind swept past, the stone table split in two.
"Second Form—Back Mountain Sticker!"
Before Shen Zhengye's voice had even faded, his body abruptly shifted to the right, and the already cracked stone table was sent flying in an instant.
Then, he finished his movents and looked at Jiang Xinghai. "Jiang, what do you think?"
"Uncle, your moves are all form and no substance. They're not fierce enough yet."
Jiang Xinghai's critique was already quite tactful; he just wanted to motivate Shen Zhengye. "Keep going, Uncle."
"Keep going?"
Shen Zhengye's old face flushed at his words. "Ah, Jiang, I've only been training for less than a week, and my cultivation has already recovered to the level of a Ninth-Grade Master. I've only managed to learn these two moves..."
"Based on your constitution and the Eight Extres Collapse manual I gave you, you should have at least reached the fifth form by now," Jiang Xinghai pointed out Shen Zhengye's shortcomings.
"I... I have indeed been slacking off."
Shen Zhengye's face flushed red again. "It's all my fault. I just feel that with you around the house, I have nothing to worry about, so I always want to be lazy..."
"Uncle, I'm only here to assist you."
Jiang Xinghai suddenly smiled. "Whether the Shen Family can ascend to the status of a First-class Clan depends on how quickly you can advance to the realm of a Grandmaster."
"A Grandmaster..."
Shen Zhengye nodded. "That's right. If the Shen Family is to beco a First-class Clan, it would be a joke if I were still just a Junior Martial Artist."
"Uncle, I'll refine a batch of dicinal pills for you as soon as possible, which will help double your cultivation speed. But before that, you still need to limit the frequency of certain... desires," Jiang Xinghai reminded him aningfully.
"It's your uncle's fault." Of course, Shen Zhengye understood what Jiang Xinghai was referring to.
"Actually, it's my fault too. I wrote you that potent tonic prescription without thinking it through. It's no wonder you and Auntie... COUGH COUGH..."
Jiang Xinghai trailed off, too embarrassed to continue.
"Jiang, I know you an well for your uncle. Don't worry, I understand," Shen Zhengye said, looking quite ashad.
"Let's go have breakfast."
Jiang Xinghai had said enough; there was no need to belabor the point.
Fortunately, Shen Zhengye understood his own situation. Not only did he not bla Jiang Xinghai, but he also deeply felt the truth in his words.
When the two of them returned to the dining room, the two sisters, Shen Lingxue and Shen Lingyin, were just coming down from upstairs.
"Lingxue, I got the soup dumplings you like. And Lingyin, I got the soy milk and fried dough sticks you like," Jiang Xinghai said as he walked into the kitchen.
The two sisters couldn't help but exchange a glance.
"Sis, this guy sure knows how to be thoughtful," Shen Lingyin said with a smile, her eyes narrowing slightly.
Shen Lingxue just smiled without saying a word.
Soon, Qiao Huimin also ca down from the second floor.
"Mom, what kind of skincare product did you use last night? Your skin looks so radiant and moisturized."
Shen Lingyin walked up to her, her face full of curiosity, but Qiao Huimin just put on a stern face, too shy to say anything.
She wasn't angry; she just didn't know how to explain.
Last night, she and her old man had just been intimate a few tis. What skincare products could she possibly have used?
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