Since then, Lin Wan Rong did not stand on ceremony and stored the art album in his bag.
"While this cultivation technique may be superior to the art of replenishing essence, improper practice may still lead to debauchery. When engaging with a woman, remember the mutual exchange of yin and yang, especially with a virgin," Uncle Wei reminded.
Claiming it to be superior to the art of replenishing essence was absurd; this was simply a technique designed for lascivious practitioners. Uncle Wei's words were vague, probably because he had never personally experimented with it, which Lin Wan Rong could understand.
Having been in this world for only a month, Lin Wan Rong had not had the opportunity for romance. Where could he find a woman to engage with? Let it be clear; with his discerning eye, he wouldn't even glance at a streetwalker.
Seeing Lin Wan Rong's puzzled expression, Uncle Wei shook his head helplessly. "Well, I'll lend you a hand."
He gently placed his palm on Lin Wan Rong's heavenly spirit, and a warm flow entered Lin Wan Rong's body, spreading comfort throughout. It felt like... roasted meat in a microwave.
After an uncertain amount of time, Uncle Wei finally withdrew his hand, beads of sweat on his forehead, his complexion extremely pale, as if he had aged twenty years.
Finally looking like an eighty-year-old, he probably wouldn't benefit much from cucumber masks anymore, Lin Wan Rong thought.
Lin Wan Rong moved his arms, feeling a force flowing through his limbs and joints. The power was significantly stronger than before.
After a long rest, Uncle Wei opened his eyes and said, "Although your bones are good, being over eighteen means your body is already set. The empowerment I gave you had poor results. I transmitted seventy percent of my strength, but you absorbed less than ten percent."
As he spoke, he shook his head, whether lamenting Lin Wan Rong missing his prime or regretting his own declining cultivation.
Transmitting seventy percent with less than ten percent absorption? That efficiency was too low. Lin Wan Rong felt a bit embarrassed.
In reality, Lin Wan Rong, a twenty-one-year-old college graduate, had worked hard for four years in a Fortune 500 company, climbing to the position of department manager. Contrary to Uncle Wei's mention of the eighteen-year-old prime, Lin Wan Rong was in his mid-twenties.
However, when he fell from Mount Tai, not only did space distort, but time did as well. In this world, Lin Wan Rong's body unexpectedly reverted to the appearance of a teenager. So, Lin Wan Rong now had the appearance of a teenager but the heart of a twenty-five-year-old.
Lin Wan Rong naturally didn't bother explaining this to Uncle Wei. Besides being grateful for his selfless help, there was a bond between them.
Looking at Uncle Wei's pale face, Lin Wan Rong earnestly thought, even if he's made of glass, he's still my Uncle Wei.
"Uncle Wei, thank you. Everything can't be forced. With the progress I've made now, I'm already quite content," Lin Wan Rong said lightly. After all, Lin Wan Rong's survival in this world was itself a tremendous gift. What more could he ask for?
Uncle Wei, giving Lin Wan Rong a thumbs up, said, "Capable of picking up and letting go, a true hero. Well done. Wan Rong, even though the empowerment failed, I believe that by practicing the technique in that album, you can still achieve greatness."
Empowerment failure? The name sounded awkward. Lin Wan Rong only knew about colonic irrigation.
As empowerment failed, Lin Wan Rong's interest in cultivation waned. He decided to treat the album as an erotic art book, beneficial for enhancing communication in bed between spouses. Lin Wan Rong chuckled, lightening his mood.
"Wan Rong, since we met, how do you think I've treated you?" Lin Wan Rong was still amused, but Uncle Wei suddenly asked.
"No need to say, Uncle, you saved my life, a grace beyond measure," Lin Wan Rong replied without hesitation.
A strange smile appeared on Uncle Wei's face, "If I ask you for a favor, would you be willing?"
Worried that he might bring up the idea of impersonating someone's son again, Lin Wan Rong hastily said, "As long as it's not pretending to be someone else, and it's within my capabilities, I will definitely do it."
Uncle Wei nodded, "That's good. It's actually quite simple— I want you to go to the Xiao residence and become a household servant."
"House—servant—?" Lin Wan Rong almost bit his tongue.
He knew about the Xiao family, one of the wealthiest in Jinling City, and Uncle Wei worked under them as a senior servant. Lin Wan Rong understood that this was just one of Uncle Wei's ways to hide his identity.
This old man wants me to be a servant? To serve others? Lin Wan Rong glared at Uncle Wei. If he hadn't already spoken big words earlier, he might have beaten Uncle Wei half to death by now.
Seeing Uncle Wei's triumphant smile, Lin Wan Rong realized he had fallen into his trap. This cunning old man not only degraded himself to become someone else's servant but also tried to pull him down. This was a big blow to Lin Wan Rong, who enjoyed a carefree life.
Without looking at his face, Uncle Wei knew what expression Lin Wan Rong was making. He pretended to sigh, "Well, since you're not interested, I—"
"Hold on," Lin Wan Rong interrupted, knowing that this old man intentionally provoked him. But having said those big words, he gritted his teeth and continued, "Alright, I agree to go to the Xiao residence and be a servant. However, it's only for one year. After a year, we owe each other nothing."
"One year?" Uncle Wei nodded, "That should be enough time. Wan Rong, I hope you can make a name for yourself in the Xiao residence. It's not just for the Xiao family but also for yourself."
Servant? Make a name for myself? For the Xiao family? For myself? This old man is too good at pulling tricks, Lin Wan Rong hated it, feeling like he was being deceived into serving others.