Starting Cultivation During a Trip-Chapter 58: Security Guard Uncle Liu, Jiang Lai’s Primordial Spirit
5:00 AM.
The Hongfu Garden Community was still desolate, with only three or five old ladies and gentlemen sitting beneath a big tree, chatting idly and gossiping.
Judging by the vigorous expressions on their faces, who knows whose reputation had already been ruined in their conversation.
Zhang Fan stepped out of the building, taking a deep breath. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂
Even though he had taken the sleeping pills left by Zhang Lingzong last night, he barely slept for more than three hours.
Upon waking, he no longer felt the pounding headache. On the contrary, he was full of energy, and most crucially, Zhang Fan felt that the True Yang within him had surged remarkably.
This nearly equaled the hard work of several months of cultivation.
With this, he could at least, within a short period, practice two or three more Small Techniques from the Northern Emperor Technique.
Know this, once a Technique Apprentice masters twelve Small Techniques, they can be awarded the position of Profound Master.
"What a wonder? Could I really be a genius? Can sleep also be cultivation? But how did I come back yesterday?"
Zhang Fan wandered aimlessly in the community, confusion evident in his eyes.
His memory still lingered on the moment when he fought with Cao Wushang yesterday, with no other recollections.
"Did he send me back? It shouldn’t be..." Zhang Fan muttered to himself.
Could it be that the other party harmed him and out of guilt, brought him back?
But Cao Wushang doesn’t seem like such a conscientious person!
"Should I ask him?" Just as the thought arose, Zhang Fan spat in annoyance.
"I’m the victim, shouldn’t he be the one to apologize to me? Bah..."
"Fan..."
Just then, a gentle and friendly voice sounded in his ear, drawing Zhang Fan’s attention back.
Zhang Fan followed the voice and realized he had unknowingly walked to the entrance of the community. In the security room, a security guard in his fifties was warmly waving at him...
He was slightly chubby, his face kind and friendly, with graying temples. Although it was midsummer, he wore a black glove on his right hand, seeming a bit out of place.
"Morning, Uncle Liu!" Zhang Fan waved back energetically in greeting.
Liu Fusheng, the security guard of Hongfu Garden, was also one of Zhang Lingzong’s few friends.
Zhang Fan remembered when they first moved here, Uncle Liu had started working as a security guard. When Zhang Lingzong went out to work, Liu Fusheng often took care of Zhang Fan.
As for his right hand...
Zhang Lingzong once explained that Uncle Liu worked in a factory when he was young, and due to an accident, his fingers were crushed by a lathe, making him a bit self-conscious, so he wore gloves year-round, fearing people’s odd looks at him. Over time, it became a habit.
"Fan, you’re up pretty early today..."
Liu Fusheng waved his hand, opening a lunch box on the table, inside were fragrant, steaming buns, and a side of soybean milk...
"I don’t know why but I’ve been sleeping poorly lately." Zhang Fan casually mentioned.
Liu Fusheng’s hand paused slightly: "Young ones, just entering society, it’s normal to feel pressured..."
"Haven’t had breakfast, right? Come, join uncle for some." Liu Fusheng offered.
"Whenever you have time, come over, Uncle Liu will make you some soup, and also teach you calligraphy..."
"Nowadays, people... are under a lot of pressure, practicing calligraphy can calm the mind."
Saying so, Liu Fusheng left only one large meat bun for himself, pushing the rest along with the box towards Zhang Fan.
"Uncle Liu, you can write?" Zhang Fan asked casually.
"Hehe, don’t underestimate Uncle Liu..." Liu Fusheng raised his gloved right hand, showing a friendly smile.
"But his handwriting is exceptionally beautiful..."
"It’s a pity, many young people today are impetuous... Practicing calligraphy is good for settling the mind..." Liu Fusheng shook his head and sighed.
Zhang Fan hadn’t expected that, after so many years as a security guard, Uncle Liu had such an elegant hobby in his private life.
"Uncle, did you see anyone bring me back last night?" Zhang Fan asked while eating the bun and sipping the soybean milk.
"I wasn’t on duty last night."
Liu Fusheng grinned, showing an ambiguous smile: "Got yourself a girlfriend?"
"No... I... forget it..." Zhang Fan wanted to explain, but didn’t know where to start, so he just awkwardly focused on his bun.
"Young ones, no need to be shy, Uncle’s been there, he knows." Liu Fusheng patted Zhang Fan’s shoulder.
"Well then... Uncle, I’m full."
Zhang Fan quickly stuffed the half bun into his mouth and turned to leave.
"Have some more, you’ve only eaten five..." Liu Fusheng called out.
"I need to go to work... Uncle, don’t gossip about this with my dad."
Zhang Fan, like a startled rabbit, dashed out of the community.
...
9:00 AM, Taoyuan Square.
Upon reaching the company, Wen He, in shiny black high heels, handed a form to Zhang Fan.
"What’s this?"
"Fill out this travel form, you and Jiang Hu are delivering some goods this afternoon." Wen He smiled.
"Where to?" Zhang Fan asked casually.
"Yu Jing Shen Family!"
Jiang Hu, like a ghost, appeared behind Zhang Fan.
"The Shen Family..."
Prior, Wen He had given Zhang Fan a list noting the various hermits and families in Yujing City, many of whom were clients of Night is not bright.
For instance, the He Family they dealt with earlier.
Yu Jing Shen Family, a Talisman-Making Family, was known since the Ming and Qing Dynasties, famous for their unmatched skills in producing talisman paper, talisman pens, and talisman ink. Many Daoists from Talismanic Sects were long-standing clients.
Among them, Maoshan Shangqing Sect was one of their biggest clients.
Thus, the Yu Jing Shen Family had an excellent relationship with Maoshan.
"Just the two of us?" Zhang Fan asked casually.
"Just the two of us isn’t good?" Jiang Hu nudged his elbow subtly, whispering: "There’s a commission for this delivery..."
Hearing this, Zhang Fan’s eyes immediately lit up.
He’s still in his internship period, after deducting social insurance and housing funds, his monthly pay was only just over six thousand.
In cultivation, the four essentials: Technique, Companion, Wealth, and Place.
If he wanted to break into a higher realm, especially in the later stages, money was essential.
"How much can it be?" Zhang Fan couldn’t help but ask.
At this moment, the door of Night is not bright was pushed open, and Zhang Fan caught a glimpse, momentarily stunned.
"Jiang Lai!"
Since the incident with the He Family, Jiang Lai hadn’t shown up for a week. She looked much more slender, her skin more delicate, her short hair touching her shoulders, still appearing ethereal and beautiful.
"Are you alright?" Zhang Fan walked over and asked.
"I’m fine." Jiang Lai returned to her workstation, nodding slightly.
"Let me treat you to lunch, how about spiced fish head?"
Zhang Fan glanced around, noting Old Yu wasn’t there, whispered.
"Don’t wander around anymore!"
Jiang Lai’s bright eyes met Zhang Fan’s.
"..."
"I promise I’ll try not to die!" Zhang Fan shrugged sarcastically.
Meanwhile, in the office, Bai Buran was watching through the blinds.
"Boss, using one’s body to determine the Dragon Vein, how could there be no issue?" Old Yu voiced his doubts.
Not to mention such a method is beyond ordinary humans; if it were real, they’d be gone.
"Your relative is quite peculiar." Yu Fu paused slightly, looked meaningfully at Bai Buran.
"You’re right..." Bai Buran’s gaze sharpened, nodding slightly.
"She indeed is peculiar."
"In what way?" Yu Fu raised an eyebrow, inquiring further.
"She seems... like she doesn’t have a Primordial Spirit!?" Bai Buran said, somewhat uncertain.
