Water elemental became a god, ultimately becoming the master of heaven, earth, mountains, and rivers

Chapter 62 The Jade Tree Reaches Perfection, Its Strength is as Fine as Silk

With the boy taking medicinal baths every day, how could she possibly hide the redness, swelling, and soreness on his body?
After each massage, the weariness and exhaustion on Chen Shunan's face were clearly visible.

Every morning, Wan Niang would stomp her feet outside the alley to make a noise and let Chen Shun'an know in advance, so that she wouldn't see his pain and grimaces from practicing martial arts.

Men, sometimes they just love to be stubborn and save face.

Wan Niang saw all of this and felt the pain in her heart.

Therefore, when she saw that most of the items on the table were things that Chen Shunan had bought for her and her son, Wan Niang felt extremely conflicted.

Seeing Wan Niang like this, Chen Shun'an was moved and took a step forward to embrace her.

Wan Niang's body tensed up for a moment, then suddenly melted away like water, limply leaning into Chen Shun'an's arms.

Chen Shunan patted Wan Niang's back gently, as if coaxing a child, and said softly,

"It's alright, everything will be alright. I'm here for you."

Wan Niang finally couldn't hold back and began to sob softly.

……

"Hiss... Wan Niang, slow down, you're too fast, let me catch my breath."

"Mmm... Ah, this feels so good. I haven't felt this good in ages."

"No, your massage technique is quite skillful, almost as good as a traditional Chinese medicine doctor!"

In the bedroom, the medicinal soup was boiling, and steam was rising.

Chen Shunan grinned, his shoulders above the water, looking like a boiled shrimp with its tendons removed, hunched over the edge of the tub.

Wan Niang was very busy, her hands moving about, and her hands, which had been a little clumsy a few days ago, were now quite nimble.

At this moment, they were able to find some of the eight extraordinary meridians and their pathways, and then massage Chen Shunan.

This made Chen Shunan feel both pain and pleasure.

A tough guy like him, who trains his muscles and bones day and night to hone his qi and blood, needs massage to guide his qi!
"Actually, it's all thanks to you, brother..."

Wan Niang said softly.

"I?"

“Yes! Ever since you broke through to the second rank, and the news of Chunhong entering the palace spread, not only have the gossip decreased, but relatives who haven’t been in contact with my family for many years have also started to visit.”

Wan Niang kept moving, occasionally tapping Chen Shun'an's lean yet powerfully masculine arms.

Her gaze immediately turned fiery.

Make no secret of it!

As a widow and orphan, Wan Niang naturally faced a lot of gossip and rumors.

Especially since she was hanging out with Chen Shunan, her nominal cousin, the gossipy women on the streets had already spread the word about her.

“My father was originally the physician of the Zhang family, but he was expelled from the family after someone died from his medicine. Before he died, he passed on the family's ancestral home and skills to Xiao Wenzi…”

Chen Shunan gestured with his lips, and Wan Niang immediately wiped her hands, peeled a white lychee, and put it into Chen Shunan's mouth.

The sweet taste exploded in my mouth, and the juice splashed out.

Chen Shunan squinted and spat the lychee pit into his mouth.

Wan Niang quickly accepted it with open hands.

In this situation

Chen Shunan's exhaustion completely disappeared, and he felt warm all over, even his thoughts became hazy and light.

This is a life even the gods wouldn't trade.

As Wan Niang recounted her story, Chen Shunan understood what had happened.

Xiao Wenzi is Wan Niang's younger brother. He's a good-for-nothing who can't be helped. No one can do anything as well as him when it comes to wasting money.

Drinking wine and women, playing tea, hunting, and gambling—they did it all.

In just a few years, they squandered the ancestral home.

With no other option, Xiao Wenzi simply transformed himself, setting up the front of the Zhang family's physician and becoming a bell-ringing doctor, walking the streets and alleys to treat people.

Minor illnesses are ignored and major illnesses are treated with deception, resulting in deaths from medication, lawsuits, and huge debts before the cases can be settled.

Wan Niang had helped Xiao Wenzi in her early years, but seeing that he was taking advantage of her and was a bottomless pit, she hardened her heart, moved away, and completely cut off contact.

That is, they had Chen Shunan and Chunhong as their support.

A few days ago, Wan Niang approached Xiao Wenzi, using a combination of intimidation and enticement, to obtain his ancestral skills and classic texts on meridians such as "The Study of the Eight Extraordinary Meridians." These days, he has been consulting with the old masters and practicing on the large bronze acupuncture figure, which has led to his current success.

"Where is Xiaowenzi now?"

“I gave him travel expenses and ordered him to leave the capital. If I see him again in Wuqing County… I’ll tell you to break his legs and throw him into the Grand Canal!”

Wan Niang chuckled.

Upon hearing this, Chen Shunan was at a loss for words, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

He looked up and glanced at Wan Niang, who was so close yet seemed to obscure the entire world.

So fierce.

……

The days flew by.

June 22nd has arrived in the blink of an eye, and there are only a few days left until the birthday of Wang Lingguan and the old lady.

As usual, Chen Shunan got up early, washed up briefly, and then practiced martial arts stances.

【Grass Scroll (7/100)】

[Wish: 13]

The distribution of blessed water has been proceeding smoothly these days, and another 313 points of good wishes have been added.

Chen Shunan figured that there was unlikely to be any new opportunities for immortality in the near future, so he put them all into the herb book, increasing the herb book progress by 3 points.

The path of Shinto cultivation is truly a bottomless pit; no amount of wishes or incense offerings can ever be enough…

I have mastered 35 of the 36 fighting techniques in "Flesh Immortal".

Chen Shunan was dressed in a jade-embroidered robe that was almost tangible, like a mist draped over him, with countless seeds of qi and blood chasing each other, making it intricate and exquisite.

A surge of energy coursed through his body, and with a series of bone-crackling sounds, Chen Shunan felt as if he were a lump of iron being molded into clay, repeatedly hammered and tempered by a nail, with the steam rising from it like the smoke and mist from the flames.

One voice after another.

Hammer after hammer.

It lasted for the full time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

In the end, Chen Shunan's limbs trembled uncontrollably, his face contorted and flushed red, clearly having been thoroughly tormented by this internal and external training.

Click!

As the final bone-ringing thunderous sound completed the 360th of the 360 ​​melodious sounds in a single day, Chen Shunan's eyes suddenly lit up.

He swayed and appeared in front of the plum blossom stakes, gathered his strength in his chest and abdomen, and sprang out with a powerful kick.

His multi-layered, patchwork shoes, though seemingly ordinary, perfectly embodied his immense strength.

Chen Shunan's leg landed lightly on the plum blossom stake in front of him, which was about the thickness of a small bucket, without damaging the stake at all.

But with this plum blossom stake as the center, an invisible force spreads out like fine needles.

From near to far, each plum blossom stake appears as if it has been flattened by a plane, with varying degrees of indentation depending on the size and wear of the stake.

Or one and a half inches, or two inches...

Until the last plum blossom stake, it suddenly disappeared as if graffiti had been erased, leaving only fine, chaff-like wood chips in its place.

There was no sharp, explosive sound, nor any muffled thud that penetrated the wood.

Silently and mysteriously, the plum blossom stakes that filled the courtyard were reduced to a pile of wood chips.

pat!

Chen Shunan retracted his right leg, and the 'Python Fang Shoes' stepped on the ground, making a barely audible sound.

It takes root and remains steadfast.

Yet it gives people the illusion that it will rise with the wind and drift aimlessly at any moment.

Three hundred and sixty wonderful sounds!
The jade tree has reached its full potential, its strength as fine as silk.

It is as responsive as an arm, combining both strength and flexibility!
Second-rate, perfect!
A moment later, Wan Niang pushed open the door and entered. Looking at the largely empty courtyard, her eyes were filled with confusion. She said…

"Where are the wooden stakes?"

As Chen Shunan wiped himself, he chuckled.
"We won't need it anymore. Let's plant a cypress tree in the empty space so we can enjoy the shade next summer."

(End of this chapter)