Paying Respects to the Founder

Looking at Chen Mo, who was sitting on the sofa, leisurely sipping tea, Wang Jin felt his mind was in complete chaos.

Is this young man, who is about the same age as me, the legendary owner of the museum that my great-grandfather talked about?

My idol all along, a legendary hero from seventy years ago? The strongest warrior in human history?

Looking at Chen Mo in front of him, he had a feeling of unreality. This was too fantastical. After disappearing for seventy years and being thought to have long since perished at sea, he had actually returned, and seemed to have changed no more than he had seventy years ago, showing no signs of aging. This was clearly beyond his comprehension.

"You brat, hurry up and kneel down to pay your respects to the ancestral master!"

Chen Mo had just taken a sip of the tea Wang Kun had poured for him when he heard his words and almost spat out the tea. Seeing Wang Jin actually step forward to kowtow, Chen Mo couldn't help but put down the teacup with a wry smile.

"Alright! Ah Kun, what era are we living in? Stop doing this stuff."

"Master, you are their elder and the founder of the Martial Arts School. It is only right that they kneel before you. I will call my son and grandson over in a moment and have them kowtow to you!"

Chen Mo was somewhat speechless at Wang Kun's persistence. Martial artists value rules and etiquette highly. Chen Mo had returned after seventy years, and it was indeed appropriate for him to gather the younger generation to pay respects to their ancestor.

However, Chen Mo hadn't actually lived for seventy years, nor was he a traditional martial artist like Wang Kun. In ancient times, it would have been fine; as Lord and king, Chen Mo didn't find it strange to receive the kneeling and worship of his subjects. But in modern times, having several elderly people in their sixties and seventies kneel and kowtow to him still made Chen Mo feel a little awkward.

"No need. I'll just stay here for a few days to have some peace and quiet. I'll be leaving soon anyway, so there's no need to notify them."

Chen Mo waved his hand, rejecting Wang Kun's plan.

Seeing that Chen Mo had already made up his mind, Wang Kun had no choice but to nod in agreement.

That night, Chen Mo stayed at the Martial Arts School. His room was preserved and remained in its original state. Every place in the Martial Arts School was also preserved as it was back then, and even the furnishings were unchanged.

Of course, many things have been replaced with new ones. After all, seventy years have passed, and many things cannot withstand the erosion of time.

But Wang Kun, being sentimental, replaced them with the exact same ones as the originals. Even though they were no longer in production and sold, Wang Kun would still make custom-made ones to keep the Martial Arts School looking the same. In his view, the Martial Arts School would always belong to Chen Mo, and he was just helping to take care of it. He also firmly believed that Chen Mo would come back sooner or later.

And now, he has finally waited for it!

In the following days, Chen Mo leisurely drank tea, practiced swordsmanship, and sparred with Wang Kun in the Martial Arts School.

Years of war and bloodshed in the Underworld have greatly enhanced Chen Mo's combat skills, especially the swordsmanship he gained from Alexander Corvinus. Compared to when he left the Captain America world, Chen Mo's swordsmanship is now completely different.

Wang Kun's strength has also increased a lot compared to back then. Chen Mo's improvement is mainly in swordsmanship, while Wang Kun's is mainly in unarmed combat.

In the first few years after taking over the Seven Precepts Gang, Wang Kun personally participated in many battles and became a seasoned veteran. With seventy years of diligent training, his kung fu had already reached a very high level, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him a grandmaster. The two exchanged and sparred with each other, and both learned a lot from each other, greatly improving their combat skills.

Wang Jin also benefited greatly from Chen Mo's swordsmanship and was shocked by his powerful swordsmanship. It was as if he had seen a new world and realized that swords could be used in this way.

Chen Mo didn't rush to see Tony Stark. He wasn't sure if interfering with the plot too early would affect the creation of Iron Man.

It's not just about the Iron Man suit, but also about Tony's Mind Stone transformation.

The core energy source of the Iron Man suit, the miniature Arc Reactor, was created after he was kidnapped by terrorists. At the same time, the prototype of the Iron Man suit, the Mark I, was also created.

On his way back to the airport after demonstrating the Jericho Missile, his convoy was attacked by a terrorist organization. A missile exploded next to him, embedding a large number of shrapnel fragments in his body.

Although Dr. Ethan performed surgery to remove most of the shrapnel, a few pieces near his heart could not be removed and could enter his heart with his blood at any time, killing him. The only way to prevent them from entering his heart was to use an electromagnet inserted into his body to hold them in place.

The electromagnet was originally powered by a car battery.

The terrorists pressured Tony to build the Jericho Missile for them, but Tony knew that even if he did build it, these ruthless terrorists would not let him go.

In this Extremis, Tony Stark's potential was fully unleashed. In the cave where the terrorists were holding him captive, he used rudimentary tools to design and build a miniature Arc Reactor and the Mark I Iron Man suit, and successfully defeated the terrorists to escape.

Prior to this, miniaturization of the Arc Reactor had not been achieved. The Arc Reactor at Stark Industries was over twenty meters in diameter, which was enormous. Compared to the miniature Arc Reactor that Tony Stark eventually built, which was about the size of a fist, the technological gap was obviously enormous. Such a huge technological breakthrough could not be achieved in a short period of time under normal research conditions.

The design of the Iron Man suit was a stroke of genius, and many of the technologies used inside were brand new. Normally, even if you presented the idea to him for design, it would be difficult to complete it in a short period of time.

Various technical and design bottlenecks will severely hinder development. It is absolutely impossible to be in a superhuman state of bursting inspiration like in the movies, with ideas flowing freely and various new technologies easily broken through. The entire design and manufacturing process can be completed in one go without encountering any bottlenecks or difficulties.

Tony Stark faced the threat of death and immense pressure to survive. It was the complex interplay of his environment, circumstances, mindset, thoughts, will, inspiration, and other factors that ultimately gave birth to this groundbreaking creation. Had it been at a different time, in a different place, or in a more relaxed environment, the Iron Man suit might never have been born, and Tony Stark would have remained just a proud playboy.

The most powerful and unique technology in a movie world obviously cannot be easily created. It is either a sophisticated black technology accumulated over a long period of time, or it is created by chance and various special circumstances.

Just like Captain America's Primary Adamantium Shield, Underworld's Perfect Blood, and Iron Man's Iron Man suit, their creation process can never be replicated.

Therefore, Chen Mo will not easily change the plot. What he needs to do is to wait and see, and wait for the birth of the Iron Man armor and a Tony Stark who has truly grown up after a transformation and can bravely take on his responsibilities.

Chen Mo didn't have to wait long. Soon, he received intelligence from HYDRA that Tony Stark would be flying to Afghanistan in three days to demonstrate his latest Jericho Missile to the US Army stationed there.

At this time, Tony Stark still treated weapons as toys, and with his amazing talent for weapons, he continued to develop and manufacture more advanced and more powerful weapons.

He didn't even know who his company, Stark Industries, sold the weapons to, who was using them, or what kind of disasters they brought to many people around the world.

But he'll find out soon enough.

Chen Mo didn't rush to set off; it wasn't the right time yet. Besides, he was waiting for something.

Three days later, at the China Martial Arts School.

After lunch, Chen Mo was sitting on the sofa with Wang Kun, drinking tea and chatting. The meals he had been eating these past few days had all been cooked by Wang Kun's wife.

Although he was in charge of the massive Seven Precepts Gang and was incredibly wealthy, Wang Kun's life was always very simple. Apart from Wang Jin, who moved in after graduation, only Wang Kun and his wife lived in the Martial Arts School.

Originally, there were some apprentices practicing martial arts in the Martial Arts School. Later, only Wang Kun remained in the Martial Arts School, and he was busy with gang affairs all day long. After a few apprentices graduated, Wang Kun arranged for them to help manage the gang, and he never took on any more apprentices after that.

There were no maids or servants at the Martial Arts School. The two of them took care of their daily lives themselves. They were always the ones cleaning Chen Mo's room. When Wang Kun practiced martial arts, his wife would read books on the side. When they rested, the two of them would sit together to watch TV and chat. Their lives were simple, peaceful, and fulfilling.

Wang Kun's wife also received the Improved Serum. Although she did not practice martial arts, her physical fitness was much stronger than that of ordinary martial artists. She also looked younger than Wang Kun, only in her forties, and naturally, she could handle some housework without any problem.

Over the past seventy years, his culinary skills have surpassed those of royal chefs and Michelin-starred chefs, and his knife skills are so impressive that they put everyone to shame. The dishes he makes have earned high praise from King Chen Mo, who has been enjoying medieval "delicacies" for several years.

Chen Mo couldn't help but ask her to make some more, which he then stored in his spatial storage to save her from having to eat the same monotonous bread, roast meat, and sausages again when she entered a world similar to Underworld.

Chen Mo and Wang Kun were chatting when Wang Kun's wife came out with a plate of pastries.

Knowing that Chen Mo liked her cooking made her very happy. She was a traditional woman and did not like to interfere in the affairs of the family. In the long years, besides reading, her greatest hobby was studying cooking. She was good at Chinese food, Western food, Japanese food, and desserts.

To receive Chen Mo's praise was the greatest recognition for her. Chen Mo didn't hide anything from them; they already knew that Chen Mo had storage abilities. Since Chen Mo liked it, she would make some special things for Chen Mo to take with her every day after finishing her meals.

Today, after lunch, she made some Chinese pastries and put them on the coffee table.

"Master, please try my freshly made Crystal Osmanthus Cake."

Chen Mo looked at the plate and his eyes lit up. The Crystal Osmanthus Cake, each the size of a baby's fist, were neatly arranged on the plate, with tiny yellow rice-grain-sized dried osmanthus flowers on the surface. A long-lasting and refreshing osmanthus fragrance filled the air, instantly invigorating the senses.

Chen Mo picked up a piece and took a small bite. The soft and glutinous texture was refreshing and not too sweet. The rich aroma spread in his mouth, mellow and sweet, and lingered between his teeth for a long time.

Chen Mo tossed the remaining half of the Crystal Osmanthus Cake into his mouth, then with a wave of his hand, he directly stored the entire plate of osmanthus cakes on the coffee table into his spatial storage, leaving Wang Kun's outstretched hand hanging dumbly in the air.

"If you want to eat it, ask your wife to make it for you again. I have to go now."

Wang Kun withdrew his hand somewhat helplessly. He couldn't possibly win against Chen Mo in a hand speed contest. However, upon hearing what Chen Mo said next, he looked up at Chen Mo with some confusion.

Just then, someone knocked on the door of the Martial Arts School from the outside.

I didn't get back until midnight yesterday, and I got up at four in the morning to write this and catch up.