Chapter 011 Morning Practice

The young girl was already cute and playful, but now with a towel wrapped around her forehead, it only accentuated her delicate features even more, although the redness in her eyes, like those of a rabbit, was indeed a bit off.

At this point, Mu Bingtong was also rather puzzled. Looking at Yaoyao's gaze fixed on Chu Ge, it was as if there was some deep-seated hatred between them, yet it didn't seem so either. Chu Ge had set up the dishes and, flashing a grin at them, said, "Yo, both of you are up?"

"Yep, you're up pretty early." Being the leader of a big company, although curious, he showed no trace of it on his face and simply pulled out a chair to sit down near the kitchen.

"Just got used to getting up early." Chu Ge smiled, unceremoniously sat down opposite him, picked up a fried dough stick, and began stuffing his face with it along with soy milk. Within seconds, both the soy milk and dough stick disappeared.

This eating speed stunned Mu Bingtong, while Shen Yaoyao fiercely bit into a steamed bun and muttered, "You really eat like a starving ghost reincarnated! Eating so fast, aren't you afraid of stuffing yourself to death?"

Though she was muttering, her voice wasn't exactly quiet; the three people at the table could hear her.

But Chu Ge wasn't angry. After two more bites of the bun, he looked at Shen Yaoyao with a grin, "Yo, Yaoyao, how come I didn't see you overnight and you've got a towel on your forehead? Are you doing the 'sitting the month'?"

After childbirth, women are generally weak and are supposed to stay inside, keeping their heads wrapped with a towel to avoid catching a cold. This is called 'sitting the month.'

"You—" Shen Yaoyao clenched her teeth, threw the bun on the table, and stood up, but after getting up, she could only glare at Chu Ge with murderous eyes without saying a word.

She couldn't say anything, considering what happened last night, speaking up would be too embarrassing, especially since the mark on her forehead hadn't been washed off yet.

Meanwhile, Mu Bingtong was momentarily taken aback by her action, but to his surprise, Yaoyao sat back down after standing for a while, biting into the bun even more fiercely.

The morning passed without incident with Mu Bingtong present, but the young girl's eyes had been staring too hard and long, and after eating, she narrowed her eyes, tears streaming down her face, while Chu Ge watched, chuckling. Unable to bear it, Yaoyao threw down her chopsticks and went upstairs.

After cleaning up, Mu Bingtong took a few minutes before work to discuss some matters, mentioning that he had arranged a position for him at the company. If it worked out, he would start working in a few days, as staying home all the time wasn't ideal. His salary would still be paid, not counting as part of the one hundred thousand yuan per month.

Chu Ge agreed without hesitation, as he was also feeling a bit lost. After all, he had always lived on the edge of life and death. Now that he had let everything go and suddenly returned to this peaceful city, he felt somewhat out of place.

Not far from the villa was an open-air park. He had briefly visited it this morning while buying breakfast. It was a good place, mainly because it was quiet, probably due to its remote location, and there weren't many people.

After Mu Bingtong left, Chu Ge went out of the villa and headed to this park, randomly finding a secluded spot, and struck a pose.

Life was comfortable now, but he couldn't let go of certain skills. The old man had taught him a set of ancient martial arts—this is what the old man had said. Over the years, it was this very ancient martial arts that had kept him alive in those war-torn areas.

The name of the ancient martial arts was impressive, called Primordial Qi. The name sounded a bit ridiculous. Initially, he thought the old man had gone astray reading martial arts novels, but it wasn't until later that Chu Ge truly managed to cultivate True Qi within himself.

Although it wasn't autumn yet, given the many trees in the park and the lack of cleaning, a thick layer of fallen leaves had accumulated on the ground. Chu Ge stood amid these leaves, his hands slowly moving as if he were an elderly person practicing Tai Chi Boxing.

However, what was magical was that the leaves on the ground began to slowly rotate with his movements!

As his movements quickened, the leaves slowly rose into the air, looking from a distance like a small tornado had formed there.

With the hand moving, the leaves followed the wind. After more than ten minutes, some of the thinner leaves could not withstand the force and turned into fragments. Suddenly, a low shout emanated from the air, and a palm emerged from the swirling leaves, landing squarely on a nearby big tree.

The big tree, which had grown for many years and was thick enough to be embraced by three to four people, shook and emitted a grating, teeth-gritting creak after being struck by the palm. It looked like it might fall with just a bit more force.

The terrifying part was still to come; the tree did not fall, but a clear handprint was left on it, full of cracks. Tiny fragments, like sand, began seeping out from these cracks—the heart of the tree had been shattered by this palm strike!

The wind stopped, and the fallen leaves danced about, accumulating into a perfect ring on the ground with Chu Ge at its center. Within three meters of him, not a single leaf could be seen.

Chu Ge was somewhat satisfied with this outcome. He had been practicing Primordial Qi for more than a decade, and judging from the current situation, he was roughly at the stage of 'Qi Penetrating Muscles and Bones,' which simply meant Great Perfection.

The old man had said that this was about the level of ancient Martial Arts Masters, and combined with the ancient acupuncture Medical Skill he had taught, one could definitely thrive in the city.

The old man had deceived him all his life, but probably this was the only time he did something decent.

As he was thinking this, a black sedan suddenly stopped not far ahead. The car had clearly been modified, and most notably, its glass seemed different; Chu Ge could tell at a glance that the glass was bulletproof!

By a small glimpse, it was clear that the people in the car were no ordinary.

As expected, first, two big men in black suits and sunglasses got out. Their temples were bulging and their muscles almost made the black suits look like bodysuits. After getting out of the car, one kept vigilant while the other stared straight at Chu Ge, his gaze sharp as a knife even behind the sunglasses.

Following the big men was a girl in sportswear, around her twenties, with a ponytail at the back of her head that swung youthfully with her movements. She was pretty, and after getting out of the car, she held the car door with one hand and helped an old man out of the car with the other.

Chu Ge was about to leave, but he paused when he saw the old man.

The old man, in his seventies, had white hair and a face full of wrinkles, but his eyes were bright and clear with no trace of muddiness. Only when getting out did the girl support him, but once he stood up, he stood tall and straight, looking no different from a young man from behind.

The old man immediately spotted Chu Ge not far away, nodded and smiled at him, appearing quite friendly.

However, when he saw the palm handprint on the nearby tree, his expression froze, and his eyelids twitched.