A Special Method of Inheritance

As soon as Qiusheng spoke, a blush instantly stained Ren Tingting's small face, and she reflexively tried to pull back her right hand.

Qiusheng gave her soft, boneless hand a gentle squeeze before letting go.

"Alright, Tingting, you should head back. We've been out all day, and it's already afternoon. If you don't go back now, your father will start to worry."

"Mm, Brother Sheng, I understand."

Ren Tingting replied in a low, shy voice, turned around, and ran toward the gates of Ren Mansion.

But she hadn't taken two steps before Qiusheng called her to a halt again.

"Tingting, don't forget your rouge."

Qiusheng hurried a few steps to catch up to Ren Tingting and placed the rouge and powder into her hands.

"Mm."

After taking the cosmetics, Ren Tingting let out a soft, mosquito-like hum before continuing toward the interior of Ren Mansion.

However, after walking a few paces, she suddenly turned back and said to Qiusheng, "Brother Sheng, see you in three days."

With that, she ducked her head and hurried inside the mansion.

Qiusheng stood at the entrance of Ren Mansion with a faint smirk on his lips, watching her for a long moment before turning to leave.

Qiusheng looked up at the sky; it was well past the lunch hour. Having eaten nothing but a few sips of coffee in the morning, he was now so hungry his stomach felt glued to his spine.

He clutched his belly, felt the few silver dollars in his pocket, and couldn't help but pat his own head.

Sigh, beauty really does cloud the mind. I completely forgot that Tingting hadn't eaten lunch either, just like me.

If I'd known, I would have used these dollars to take her out for a good meal.

Qiusheng muttered to himself, but it was too late now. Since she had already gone home, he couldn't very well go back to Ren Mansion and call her out again.

With no other choice, Qiusheng found a small shop, ordered a couple of meat dishes, and wolfed them down.

Afterward, he bought some cooked food and a bit of wine, then swayed his way toward the Public Mortuary.

Qiusheng didn't walk fast, and it was nearly evening by the time he returned to the Public Mortuary.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw a scene that made him struggle to hold back a laugh.

Uncle Nine and Four Eyes were lounging comfortably in two bamboo chairs, while Wencai was pacing back and forth between them, practicing the Yu Steps.

That wasn't the most critical part; the real issue was that Uncle Nine and Four Eyes each held a bamboo switch. Every time Wencai made the slightest mistake in his Yu Steps, he was treated to a "bamboo shoot stir-fried with pork"!

Sure enough, just as Qiusheng stepped into the Public Mortuary, Wencai's footwork faltered again.

"Wrong, wrong! Wencai, are you doing this on purpose? Are you trying to anger your master and your uncle to death so you can inherit our estate?"

As Uncle Nine cursed, he lashed out with his bamboo switch, causing Wencai to yelp in pain.

Just then, Wencai spotted Qiusheng entering and immediately scrambled behind him.

Seeing the poor lad's miserable state, Qiusheng took the opportunity to intervene.

"Master, Uncle, don't be so hard on Wencai. Forcing him like this isn't the right way."

As he spoke, Qiusheng stepped forward, handed the wine and meat to his master, and took the silver dollars out of his pocket.

Unexpectedly, Uncle Nine only took the food, acting as if he hadn't seen the money Qiusheng was offering. "Qiusheng, you're back. Look at your junior brother—he's been practicing the Yu Steps for two days and still keeps getting it wrong. He's going to be the death of me."

"Master, how about this: you and Uncle go inside to drink. Leave Wencai to me. I guarantee that in just one day, I can teach him the correct way to perform the Yu Steps."

Seeing that Uncle Nine had no intention of taking the money, Qiusheng didn't press the issue; he tucked the dollars back into his pocket and spoke to his master.

"Fine, then your junior brother is in your hands. Junior Brother, let's go inside and drink."

With that, Uncle Nine led Four Eyes into the inner hall, leaving only Wencai and Qiusheng in the courtyard.

"Sigh, Senior Brother, am I really not cut out for cultivation?"

"Uncle told me today that you are a once-in-a-century genius in the cultivation world."

"But me? I'm just a mediocre talent with poor aptitude."

Wencai walked up to Qiusheng, his voice filled with desolation.

It had to be said that Qiusheng's transformation over the past two days had dealt a heavy blow to Wencai.

After all, once there is a comparison, the gap between people becomes painfully obvious.

"Junior Brother, don't lose heart. As long as a person puts in the effort, they will eventually be rewarded."

Qiusheng patted Wencai on the shoulder to comfort him.

Then, he moved his feet and began to pace across the Bagua diagram on the ground.

However, unlike his usual practice, this time Qiusheng stepped with great force, leaving deep imprints in the earth.

Once he finished, he picked up the bamboo switch his master and uncle had left behind and began to draw lines next to the footprints on the ground.

Soon, once Qiusheng had finished everything, a remarkably clear and concise diagram of the Heavenly Dipper Bagua Steps appeared before Wencai.

"Wencai, take a look. Can you understand this diagram?"

Qiusheng looked at Wencai, who was standing beside him with a curious expression, and asked softly.

The latter did not answer him, but merely moved his feet and began to walk along the Bagua diagram on the ground.

Once he started moving, he simply could not stop.

In truth, Wencai had already mastered these Heavenly Dipper Bagua Steps; it was just that the pressure Uncle Nine and Four Eyes had placed upon him, combined with his own extreme lack of self-confidence, had led to an unstable mindset that caused him to make frequent mistakes.

Now, with both Uncle Nine and Uncle-Master Four Eyes gone, and with Qiusheng having laid out the footwork diagram so clearly for him, Wencai naturally became smoother and more fluid with every step he took, having a reference to follow.

Watching Wencai, who was now essentially making no mistakes, Qiusheng nodded to himself. He casually pulled a small booklet from his robes, lay down contentedly in the bamboo chair his master had previously occupied, and began to flip through it.

This small booklet was the God-Inviting Technique that Uncle-Master Four Eyes had gifted him, and this was the first time he had examined it carefully.

Time drifted slowly by, and soon, Qiusheng finished reading through the booklet in his hands.

As expected, the system's notification chime rang in his ears at the same time.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for acquiring the Daoist art: God-Inviting Technique."

Upon hearing the system's notification, Qiusheng couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth slightly. Satisfying!