Master, What Dao Do You Cultivate?

Chapter 30: Five Years Training the Waist, Three Years Training the Kidney

The girl sat in the bedroom, her red lips slightly parted, her striking red eyes widening in disbelief as she stared at the man in the living room—someone she had just thought was pitiful.

After all, she had been practicing Yin-Yang Polar Extremes Palm for so long without much progress, and this guy learned it just by watching once?

Besides, this wasn’t even a question of whether he could learn it by watching. Where did he get the technique software and Cultivation Meridians from?

"You... How do you know Yin-Yang Polar Extremes Palm?"

Ji Qinglin looked confused, "Didn’t you just teach me?"

The red-eyed girl almost spat blood at his response. So, you do know I just taught you? And besides, without the necessary components and technique software, you wouldn’t have been able to learn it!

"Impossible! How exactly did you learn it? Have you installed the Yin-Yang Polar Extremes Palm software too? Is there a pirated version in Bangkok?"

As she spoke, she tried to get up from the bed, but because the feeling in her left leg hadn't fully returned, she almost fell and had to sit back down.

Ji Qinglin realized he had just slipped up and smiled as he walked into the room to explain, "Where would I get the money for a Cultivation Set or technique software? I just installed a simulation set that lets me mimic the techniques I see. It only copies the movements to fool people—it has no actual effect."

The red-eyed girl was still somewhat skeptical, but that explanation seemed to be the only reasonable one.Otherwise, her entire understanding of modern cultivation over the past twenty years would completely collapse.

Ji Qinglin changed the topic at the right moment, "How’s your leg feeling?"

"Still recovering, but I should be able to move in another three hours or so."

Seeing Ji Qinglin sit down by the bed, the Coal Boss on his shoulder became bolder and flew right in front of the red-eyed girl, sizing her up.

"This bird is pretty cute. Does it have a name?"

Not wanting to reveal his personal information, Ji Qinglin answered casually, "Beggar Chicken."

Not just the red-eyed girl, but even the Coal Boss was stunned—"Gah?"

"You live here?"

"Why do you ask?"

As her left leg gradually regained sensation, the red-eyed girl’s tone softened a bit. She explained, "I just figured, after making it through this ordeal, I should at least thank you for helping me today."

Ji Qinglin thought to himself—there’s no way I can tell her where I live. After all, I really did use my hands to help her today. Who knows if she’ll try to get revenge later? So, he casually made something up:

"Just owe me one for now. I don’t expect someone on the run to pay me back anyway. Yeah, I live here, but most of the time, I go to Bangkok for work."

"Hmph, if I owe a debt of gratitude, I’ll repay it. At the very least, I won’t let you suffer a loss."

"Oh? So, do you plan to press me down and shake the bed too?"

"You! Shameless!"

The red-eyed girl’s face flushed red again as Ji Qinglin’s words dragged the previous embarrassing incident back into her mind. She thought—this guy is quite handsome, but his mouth is way too poisonous.

With a cold snort, she grabbed the newly christened "Beggar Chicken" and scooted back a bit, absentmindedly stroking its black feathers.

The Coal Boss, ever the opportunist, didn’t resist. Instead, it snuggled closer, pecking around curiously.

In this situation, neither of them knew the other’s true identity, so neither dared to sleep easily.

Beep beep—

Just as Ji Qinglin was about to find another topic to talk about, a small box at the red-eyed girl’s waist beeped twice. Ji Qinglin recognized it as a black-market communicator. It had only basic location tracking and messaging functions—limited but highly secure, making it almost impossible to trace.

After glancing at the message, the red-eyed girl visibly relaxed and looked up. "My ride will be here soon."

Perhaps worried that her current state would look inappropriate when her people arrived, she reluctantly let go of the Coal Boss, pulled back the blanket, and got out of bed.

However, since her left leg hadn’t fully recovered, she walked with a limp. Seeing this, Ji Qinglin decided to help her all the way, stepping forward to support her and guiding her to the living room sofa.

The message seemed to have greatly reassured the red-eyed girl—she was clearly much less tense now.

She had almost blindly stumbled into this house earlier, so she hadn’t gotten a good look around. Now that she did, she found that while the place was simple, it was clean and organized. There were a lot of books on the bookshelf, and even several more scattered across the sofa.

Truly, the saying holds—cultivation is for the rich, literature for the poor.

Though he lives in such a humble place, at least he’s diligent and hardworking.

Thinking this, she casually picked up two books to check them out. But as soon as she flipped them open, she froze.

"Yin-Yang Dual Cultivation Positions Mini Illustration Book"

"Five Years Training the Waist, Three Years Training the Kidney"

What... what the hell is this?

And the illustrations were surprisingly detailed.

Was his whole bookshelf filled with these kinds of books? No wonder he acted so shamelessly!

Did he stockpile all these books to train himself in certain aspects

and seduce rich women in Bangkok, skipping decades of struggle?Hmm... With his looks, that’s not impossible. But his personality... and that mouth...

Hearing the girl say her ride was arriving, Ji Qinglin, ever cautious, glanced at the entrance a few times, worried that the Security Task Force might be lying in wait. He didn’t notice the girl flipping through his books and giving him a very strange look.

When he finally turned around, he was startled.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

The red-eyed girl smirked and tossed "Five Years Training the Waist, Three Years Training the Kidney" aside.

"No wonder you’re so perverted—you’ve stocked up so much ‘study material’."

Ji Qinglin, knowing full well what those books were, cleared his throat and said seriously, "Those books aren’t mine."

The red-eyed girl, seeing a rare opportunity to attack him personally, wouldn’t let it go. She sneered sarcastically, "Oh, I get it. Must be some ‘friend’s’ books, huh?"

Ji Qinglin couldn’t be bothered to explain. Just as he was about to step outside to check, he heard a vehicle stop outside the courtyard.

But when he looked up, he didn’t see any headlights.

"Looks like your ride is here."

"Are you just trying to change the subject?"

Ji Qinglin sighed and shot the red-eyed girl an annoyed glare, but as he turned back to the door, he was suddenly startled.

A thin, shadowy figure had already jumped into the courtyard without making a sound, moving like a ghost as it rushed toward him.

By now, Ji Qinglin was no longer the same as before. As soon as the thought of dodging formed in his mind, Beidou Maps activated automatically.

The shadowy figure extended a claw-like left hand, aiming for Ji Qinglin’s throat. But thanks to the smart evasion function of Beidou Maps, Ji Qinglin instinctively leaned back and jumped sideways, barely dodging the sudden attack. Steadying himself, he immediately drew the gun from his waist.

Yet the shadowy figure made no move to continue the attack. Seeing that Ji Qinglin had been forced back, he instantly turned and positioned himself in front of the red-eyed girl protectively.

Now, Ji Qinglin got a clear look at him—an old man in a crisp black Tang suit, shorter than Ji Qinglin by half a head, extremely thin. Even after making such an entrance, not a single strand of his gray-white hair was out of place. He had a neatly trimmed mustache, a face lined with age, and a pair of sharp, piercing hawk-like eyes that radiated an overwhelming sense of pressure.

Before Ji Qinglin could say anything, the red-eyed girl quickly explained,

"Uncle Mo, don’t worry. He helped me."