Chapter 1887 — Something Came to Mind: Serving as Butler of This Villa Brings It No Shame at All; Even the Wealthy Folk of the Villa District, Upon Seeing Granny Sun, Would Naturally Assume She Must Have Been the Longtime Housekeeper of Some Rich Household
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Back in his room, Wei Zhao prepared to begin cultivating the second level of the Xuanyuan Dragon-Taming Art. As for the last seven forms of the Frenzied Fire Fist, he would set those aside for now: according to Uncle Qing, they could be practiced only at the mid Earth-rank, late Earth-rank, and late Earth-rank perfection stages; at the early stage, only three forms were possible.
Wei Zhao had once forced out the fourth form, but failed; he felt his true qi was simply insufficient, as though the supply could not keep up. Perhaps forcing out the first three forms at the early Earth-rank stage was already his limit—the fourth was out of the question.
Though Wei Zhao was quite satisfied with his progress so far, deep down he still had one knot in his heart: alchemy.
In martial skills and cultivation methods, he could say he had found his way; all he had to do was practice step by step. But alchemy—he had not yet found the knack of it. For so long now, he had never met anyone accomplished in the alchemical arts from whom he might seek guidance.
He had run into people from the hidden You family and the Xuandan Sect, true—but the hatred between them ran too deep. Even if Wei Zhao went to You Panhu to ask about alchemical techniques and tricks, the man would certainly refuse to give him the time of day.
Of the two-year deadline, three months had already slipped by in the blink of an eye. Though more than a year remained, Wei Zhao was anxious: he had promised Feng Xiaoxiao, and promised the Candy Girl, that within two years he would refine an Ice-Heart Jade-Bone Pill and deliver it to them.
Yet whenever he thought of Feng Xiaoxiao, a kind of bewilderment rose in Wei Zhao's heart. In his memory, Feng Xiaoxiao ought to be his little wife—and if there was a little wife, there ought to be a first wife to match. But who was his first wife?
The Candy Girl? Probably not. He had only teased her, told her to be his littlest-little-little wife.
Gu Mengyao? Shen Yushu? Neither of them seemed right...
Qiu Lingshan, Sun Jingyan, Yu Xiaoke, Xu Shilan, Wang Xinyan, even Yu Ning... one familiar face after another flashed through Wei Zhao's mind, but none of them could be the first wife. Could it be that he had no first wife at all?
He gave up the line of thought with a touch of helplessness. Every time he thought of such things, he felt terribly tired.
Just as Wei Zhao set aside his worries and prepared to enter the jade pendant's space, the phone rang.
"Uncle Qing?" Wei Zhao picked up. Uncle Qing rarely called him; whenever he did, something was up—so Wei Zhao did not dare be careless and answered at once.
"Xiao Yi, are Yao-yao and Xiaoshu with you? Why aren't either of them answering their phones?" Uncle Qing asked, a note of worry in his voice.
"Ah... they're here. We're all at the villa; they've probably gone upstairs to shower," Wei Zhao said.
"That's good, then. Neither of them picked up, so I was afraid something had happened." Uncle Qing breathed a sigh of relief.