With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal
Chapter 42: Meeting the Master’s Wife

Chapter 42: Chapter 42: Meeting the Master’s Wife

On the one hand, it was because the principal’s sincerity moved him, not only the words spoken today but also all the things the principal had done for him before.

He mistakenly believed he was fixated on the National Righteous Fist and kept persuading him, shuttling him back and forth to the Martial Arts Association, and even personally giving him a bonus. All these allowed him to truly feel the principal’s kindness toward him.

On the other hand, both the professional high school martial arts school and the martial arts preparatory class are closed education systems, where students cannot leave the campus during the weekdays.

They can only go home on weekends and during festivals, and this would affect his visits to Master Luo for fist training.

"Meng Chuan, I truly didn’t misjudge you, come, have tea, drink this cup to the fullest!"

Meng Chuan toasted with Principal Zong, the old and the young exchanged a smile.

With everything discussed, Meng Chuan stood up to bid farewell and leave.

...

February 6th, New Year’s Eve.

Meng Chuan wore a new red sweater bought by his aunt, finished his last round of Cannon Fist, and then adjusted his breath and posture.

The weather was cold, and the sweat all over his body evaporated into white mist into the air as he calmed down.

[Cannon Fist: Great Success (77%) → (78%) Awaiting Limit Breaking]

Looking at the increased proficiency on the panel, though small, it was steadily rising, giving him a sense of assurance.

As he got closer to perfection, the improvement speed of Cannon Fist also slowed down, with a one percent increase in proficiency after quite a while.

Meng Chuan took out his phone to check the time, eight thirty in the morning.

"Master should have woken up by now, let’s call and greet him."

"Beep beep beep."

The call connected.

"Happy New Year, Master."

"Happy New Year, did you practice fist this morning?"

Luo Guanyun remained the same, always strict.

Meng Chuan, familiar with his master’s temperament, had predicted this inquiry from him.

"I have been practicing for more than two hours; I feel I am very close to perfection."

Luo Guanyun was very happy to hear Meng Chuan progress so rapidly:

"Hahaha, wonderful, once you reach perfection, I will teach you a new fist skill."

Then Luo Guanyun explained to Meng Chuan about the requirements to break through Cannon Fist’s nine sounds, and the things he needed to pay attention to.

Finally, he said:

"Come over for lunch at my place today, your master’s wife cooked a table full of good dishes."

Meng Chuan was very surprised:

"Master’s wife?"

He always thought that Master was an old bachelor, focusing on martial arts to achieve today’s martial arts accomplishments.

Never expected that Master Luo even had a wife, he has been to Huayun Prefecture so many times and never saw a woman in the house.

However, he did not ask much, thinking he would know once he goes there.

"Yes, you didn’t think that someone as old as Master would still be single, did you?"

Meng Chuan gave an awkward smile:

"No, no, I will head over in a bit."

After hanging up the phone, Meng Chuan went downstairs to take a shower.

Having practiced his fists and sweated all over, he wanted to tidy himself up for his first meeting with Master’s wife to make a good impression.

...

Huayun Prefecture Villa District.

Half an hour ago, Luo Guanyun’s wife, Ren Ping, had already returned.

Even on New Year’s Eve, the graduating class from Northern United University had no holiday, Luo Meng could only return home at night after taking students to school during the day.

While alone at Luo Meng’s house, Ren Ping decided to return and take a look at that old fart, Luo Guanyun.

As she stood at the foyer, she had mentally prepared herself to face Luo Guanyun’s unpleasant face.

"Don’t be angry, don’t argue with this old fart."

Unexpectedly, when she opened the door, she saw Luo Guanyun not only without a sour face, but also smilingly reaching out to take the groceries she was holding.

"Wife’s back? What kind of groceries did you buy?"

Ren Ping looked at him suspiciously, unsure of what Luo Guanyun was up to.

"Old Luo, you seem to be in quite a good mood."

"What, did you bring a young beauty home since I went to our daughter’s place?"

Luo Guanyun placed the groceries in the kitchen, then sat softly on the sofa and said:

"I took in a disciple."

Ren Ping expressed her disbelief.

Luo Guanyun had very high standards, disregarding even the ones with excellent bones or extraordinary comprehension.

The minimum requirement for taking a disciple couldn’t be far off from the aptitude of their daughter Luo Meng.

Moreover, since taking in a disciple meant passing down the Thunder Method True Skill, Ren Ping didn’t believe he could find a student who was both extraordinarily gifted and not afraid of the Thunder Method.

"I’ve invited him to lunch at our place, you’ll see for yourself when he arrives."

Ren Ping then believed it a bit, and sarcastically said:

"Where did you go snag a genius back from Martial Arts University?"

Luo Guanyun was furious:

"Where would I go? The student from the Martial Arts School, saved him once before he took me as his master."

"Oh, leveraging favor for gratitude."

...

After tidying himself up, Meng Chuan took the tram to Huayun Prefecture.

After knocking on the door, a middle-aged short-haired beautiful woman opened it, and he thought to himself this must be the master’s wife whom he hadn’t met before.

"Hello, Master’s wife."

Ren Ping took one look, feeling that Meng Chuan was not bad.

Since washing his marrow last time, Meng Chuan’s skin had become increasingly fair.

With sharp short hair, coupled with the months and years of fist training that built a body of even muscles, he was very stylishly dressed.

From the outside, he looked like a handsome young man who could easily win people’s favor.

"Xiaomeng, right? Hello, come on in."

While on the way, Luo Guanyun had already briefed her about Meng Chuan’s basic information.

"Go and chat with your master on the sofa, the meal is almost ready."

Meng Chuan was very polite:

"Thank you for your hard work, Master’s wife."

At the dinner table, Luo Guanyun was in a good mood and specially opened a bottle of valuable red wine.

"Wife, let’s drink this, Chuan, you’re still too young for wine, have some juice instead."

Ren Ping took the red wine and poured it for Old Luo and herself, then spoke:

"Old Luo, you are really something, taking in a disciple and not telling me a word, leaving me completely unprepared."

Meng Chuan guessed that perhaps Master’s wife worked elsewhere and could only return home after intervals.

"Xiaomeng, we actually have a daughter, who is also your senior sister. She is currently teaching at Northern United University. You can consult her if you have any questions."

"Master Luo actually has a daughter?"

Meng Chuan saw no trace of it in this house.

"Good, mast..."

Just as Meng Chuan was about to speak, Luo Guanyun forcefully put the cup on the table with a loud bang.

"Ren Ping, I’m happy today, let’s not speak of certain things."

"Alright, alright, let’s have a toast."

Meng Chuan raised his cup, somewhat speculating in his heart.

It seems Master Luo’s relationship with his daughter isn’t very good; he has never heard Master mention it before.

Since Master’s wife mentioned their daughter, the atmosphere at the dinner table felt a bit off, while Master Luo still appeared smiling on the surface, it seemed like something was weighing on his mind.

After the meal, Meng Chuan volunteered to wash the dishes.

Luo Guanyun and Ren Ping, who hadn’t seen each other for some time, leaned on the sofa and chatted.

Ren Ping placed her hand on Luo Guanyun’s chest and gently rubbed it, the cyan-green True Qi flickering in her palm.

Ren Ping is a rare medical martial artist, with her true skill-level martial arts known as [Cyan Netherworld Medicine Pouch Sutra], the pale green True Qi she stimulates not only heals external injuries but also checks the internal conditions of a martial artist upon contact.

After a dozen seconds, the True Qi in Ren Ping’s palm dissipated, and she withdrew her hand with a somewhat complex complexion:

"The color of the Thunder Seed inside has deepened, it was previously a dark blue, but it’s now starting to turn black."

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