You got your marriage certificate and then abandoned me? I'll feed the richest woman in the wor

A wide white T-shirt silhouette from behind.

This was accompanied by an undisguised expression of contempt.

They disappeared into the depths of the black and gold gate at the end of the tree-lined path.

Zhang Kuang's legs went weak, but he still maintained that Tai Chi starting stance, ready to fight to the death.

Large beads of cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

It hit the gap between the floor tiles.

He looked at the boning knife nailed to the white marble pillar, still emitting a slight hum.

His Adam's apple bobbed laboriously as he swallowed a mouthful of saliva that tasted metallic.

shame.

An unprecedented sense of shame burned like a raging fire, turning his deathly pale face red.

"Senior Brother..."

Several disciples cautiously approached, wanting to reach out and help him up.

"Get out of here!"

Zhang Kuang flung his fellow disciple's hand away.

His teeth were grinding together.

He yanked the boning knife out of the rock, his wrist tingling from the lingering vibrations from the handle.

"Our Zhang family will absolutely not let this go!"

He glared fiercely at the eagle guarding the door.

He led a group of dejected disciples and slunk into the bread cart.

With a quick press of the accelerator, we escaped the mountainside of Cloud Top Manor.

Three hours later.

Night falls.

Inside a secluded and ancient courtyard house in the western suburbs of Jianghai City.

"Bang!"

A purple clay teacup was slammed heavily onto the blue brick floor.

Fragments flew everywhere.

"You damned brat! You couldn't even withstand a single move from them, and you still have the nerve to come back crying and complaining!"

On a grand armchair in the very center of the hall.

Sitting there was an elderly man with white hair and beard, dressed in a dark blue Tang suit.

The old man was nearly eighty years old, but his complexion was ruddy and he was in good spirits.

His eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, and his temples bulged high, clearly indicating that he was a master who had cultivated internal martial arts to the highest level.

This is Zhang Zhentian, the ancestor of the Zhang family, a reclusive martial arts clan.

Zhang Kuang knelt beside the broken porcelain shards, head bowed, not daring to even breathe loudly.

"Ancestor, that kid is using the lost art of Tai Chi Transformation, and his wrist strength is astonishing..."

Zhang Kuang tried to find excuses for his failure.

"Do I need you to teach me!"

Zhang Zhentian suddenly stood up, slamming his dragon-headed cane heavily onto the blue brick.

It emitted a dull, resonant sound.

He lived most of his life and was revered by thousands in the Chinese martial arts community.

Today, his most prized grandson was defeated by a mere young boy who worked as a butler.

It was thrown into the trash can like garbage.

If this gets out, the Zhang family's century-old reputation will be completely ruined.

"Gather the elites of your sect and come with me to Cloudtop Manor."

Zhang Zhentian snorted coldly, exuding a suffocatingly sharp aura.

"I'd like to see if this kid surnamed Chen has three heads and six arms, or if he's just got a death wish!"

"How dare you try to establish your authority by stepping on the Zhang family's reputation!"

The night was dark and the wind was high.

Several black minivans drove menacingly out of the courtyard.

Head straight to Genting Manor.

8 PM, main hall of Cloud Top Manor.

The crystal chandelier casts a soft, warm light.

A powerful and unique fragrance, indescribable in words, was wafting through the air.

It is the ultimate mellow flavor released after a perfect reaction between a variety of precious Chinese herbs and top-quality ingredients at high temperatures.

Chen Yuan was wearing that black cotton apron.

The cuffs are rolled up to the forearms.

He was standing in front of the countertop in the open kitchen.

He was holding a deep celadon plate in his hand.

On the plate is a freshly cooked "Dragon Bone Medicinal Cuisine".

It uses wild Solomon's Seal that is over a hundred years old, paired with a broth that has been simmered for twelve hours, and a few pieces of translucent deep-sea fish bones.

This was specially prepared to strengthen Shen Wanzhou's constitution and further treat her fragile stomach lining.

It requires not only extremely high control over the heat, but also a special technique of cutting tendons to completely lock the medicinal properties into the broth.

Outside the hall.

A series of heavy, chaotic footsteps were heard, accompanied by shouts from security personnel, including Eagle.

It came crashing down.

"Stop! You can't come in here!"

The eagle's voice was filled with barely suppressed rage.

But then came a dull thud of flesh hitting flesh and the sound of bodyguards retreating.

Zhang Zhentian, leading a dozen or so elite members of the Zhang family, forcefully broke through the outer defenses.

Although this ancestor was old, he was ruthless.

Each push of the palm carries a powerful, hidden force.

This forced Eagle and his men to retreat step by step.

"You surnamed Chen! Get out here right now!"

Zhang Zhentian, leaning on his cane, strode into the hall.

A thunderous roar echoed beneath the empty dome.

He exuded the aura of a martial arts master who could destroy everything in his path.

however.

He had barely finished speaking.

The wonderful aroma of medicinal cuisine that had been lingering in the kitchen.

The gentle breeze from the central air conditioning wafted straight into his nostrils.

Zhang Zhentian's angry steps suddenly stopped.

It was as if someone had cast a spell on me.

It stood frozen at the edge of the Persian carpet.

His nostrils flared wildly.

Those old eyes, which had been filled with murderous intent just moments before, were now wide open in surprise.

His eyes flashed with an incredulous light, as if he had seen a priceless treasure.

"This...this is..."

His hands, which were usually as steady as Mount Tai, began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.

As a successor of ancient martial arts.

He knew better than anyone the terrifying energy contained within that medicinal fragrance.

This is definitely not your average tonic soup.

This is a modified version of the legendary "Marrow Cleansing and Foundation Strengthening Decoction," which is only recorded in ancient books!

The rich medicinal power was only present in a single whiff.

Let him recover from the hidden injury that had been dormant for ten years, left behind by the demonic possession he suffered during his early years of practicing martial arts.

It produced a warm and soothing sensation.

Zhang Zhentian swallowed hard.

His Adam's apple bobbed violently up and down.

He even forgot that he came here to cause trouble and demand an explanation.

He casually tossed the dragon-headed cane in his hand to Zhang Kuang behind him.

His eyes gleamed, like an old dog that had smelled a bone.

He strode towards the open kitchen.

Chen Yuan had just placed the plate of dragon bone medicinal cuisine on the bar.

Get ready to grab the spoon.

Then I saw an old man with a white beard, dressed in a Tang suit, rushing towards me, covered in sweat.

Zhang Zhentian didn't care about the dignity of a grandmaster at all.

He braced his hands on the marble countertop.

He stared intently at the steaming medicinal dish.

The broth was crystal clear, without a trace of impurities.

The medicinal power emanating from it even gave the surrounding air a faint, hazy glow.

"Young man... this... this thing..."

The old ancestor's voice trembled violently, filled with intense longing.

"Can I have just one bite? Just one bite!"

Zhang Kuang and his disciples followed behind.

Seeing their ancestor's greedy, wagging-tail-and-begging appearance.

Everyone was so shocked that their jaws almost dropped to the ground.

Is this still the martial arts master who used to hit people with his cane at the drop of a hat?

Chen Yuan looked at the old man in front of him, whose eyes were full of fanaticism.

His eyebrows were slightly raised.

He didn't stop them, but simply stepped half a step to the side to make room.

He originally intended to throw away these substandard products made from scraps used for tasting.

Since the old man wants to eat, let's just treat it as feeding the cat.

Zhang Zhentian saw that Chen Yuan tacitly agreed.

They didn't even have time to pick up their chopsticks.

He simply stuck out two fingers, ignoring the scalding hot soup.

Pick up a piece of fish bone that has been soaked in the medicine.

He couldn't wait to stuff it into his mouth.

The fish bones melt in your mouth.

The potent and potent medicinal properties are combined with an exquisite and delicious flavor.

It explodes on the tip of your tongue.

This energy did not linger in the stomach.

Instead, it transformed into a scalding hot current, flowing along the eight extraordinary meridians, like a raging fire dragon.

It frantically washed away the hidden wounds and blockages that had accumulated in his body for many years.

Crackle, crackle.

A faint cracking sound came from inside Zhang Zhentian's body.

His already hunched back was now hunched over by the heat.

It actually straightened up a bit.

The deep age spots on her face also faded away at a visible speed, losing their lifeless appearance.

It regained a touch of the rosy glow that belonged to a martial artist.

What terrified and delighted him even more was...

His martial arts level had stagnated for a full ten years without any progress.

Catalyzed by this medicinal cuisine.

That invisible barrier that prevented him from breaking through.

There was a crisp "snap" sound.

It shattered on the spot!

True Qi circulated wildly within the dantian like a flood bursting its banks.

He broke through!

Just because of a medicinal dish that someone else used to test the food!

If it weren't for personal experience.

He couldn't believe it even if he were beaten to death; such an extraordinary and illogical opportunity could exist in this world.

Zhang Zhentian's legs could no longer support his body weight.

He was trembling violently.

His eyes were brimming with hot tears.

The old ancestor's cane fell to the ground with a thud. Feeling the surging true energy within his body, he knelt down, tears streaming down his face, exclaiming, "A divine medicine! This is simply divine intervention!"