Urban Cultivation: The master who has overcome the tribulation is reborn

No matter how anxious Yan Chuan was, he still didn't call back after hearing the busy signal on his phone.

He looked out the window through the glass, his eyes filled with surprise and disbelief.

"Ah Cheng!" Yan Chuan sat on the chair and was stunned for several minutes before shouting out the door, "Prepare the car."

Yanbei District is the absolute center of Yanshan City.

Lakeside Manor is located in Yanbei District, covering an area of ​​more than 10 acres and a construction area of ​​nearly 3600 square meters.

This manor is the headquarters of the Yan family.

Yan Chuan walked all the way through the corridor, bypassed the main room, and walked through the moon cave door, his eyes solemn and silent.

It wasn't until a house with an ancient charm came into view that his steps slowed down.

"Second Young Master." A woman about 30 years old, wearing a light yellow Su-style cheongsam with her hair tied up, saw him and bowed slightly.

"What are you doing in the study?" Yan Chuan frowned and looked at her with a stern tone.

"The master asked me to replace the Yayun incense here with Ningshen incense." The woman held up the incense box in her hand and showed him.

"Hurry up and go." Yan Chuan waved his hand and waited for her to change the incense.

Ah Cheng was not surprised.

Ordinary people or ordinary rich people can never imagine how exaggerated the expenses and life of a wealthy family like the Yan family are.

Many people may think that servants and maids have become extinct in modern society, but real wealthy families say this is not the case.

What you show to others and your true heritage are completely different things.

For example, this woman with good looks and a well-shaped figure would definitely be the object of many people's pursuit outside, but in the Yan family, she was only responsible for lighting appropriate incense throughout the manor every day.

After a while, the woman closed the study door with a bunch of unburned incense in her hand, bowed slightly to Yan Chuan again, and then left.

Yan Chuan took a deep breath, straightened his clothes, walked to the door of the study and knocked a few times.

"Come in." The voice coming from the study looked a little older, but still vigorous and powerful.

Yan Chuan pushed open the door and entered.

The scent of Ningshen incense in the room penetrated into his nostrils like silk.

An old man with gray hair in a Chinese tunic suit was facing him sideways, holding a writing brush and writing.

"Second brother, your mind is unstable."

The old man hung his pen in the air and raised his head to look at Yan Chuan.

The appearance between the two people is somewhat similar, but the difference is that the sharpness and edge in the old man's eyes cannot be hidden at all.

It was a look that had been in a high position for a long time and was used to seeing life and death.

His stature has diminished due to old age, but standing beside the desk, he looks like a spear thrust into the ground, still unable to conceal its edge.

"Dad." Yan Chuan looked at him for a moment, and his mood gradually calmed down.

Yan Weiguo looked at him with sharp eyes for a long time, his face expressionless, but already a little inexplicably surprised.

The second son of the family went to Nandu to meet Divine Doctor Lu, but he has never seen him since he returned to Yanshan.

I just said on the phone that I met an Anjin warrior in Nandu and had some minor conflicts with him, and then the fight turned into friendship.

But there may be something else hidden in it.

Because Yan Weiguo discovered that Yan Chuan had been looking at him without looking away.

For the first time in these years, Yan Chuan looked so calm in his eyes.

"Dad, I can't calm down."

After meeting someone like Jiang Ran, Yan Chuan actually had some changes, but he didn't realize it.

"Do you still remember the dark warrior I mentioned before?"

Yan Chuan's voice was hoarse, revealing the unrest deep in his heart.

Yan Weiguo picked up the brush and wrote another word. He actually didn't want to talk to Yan Chuan about warriors.

"The Jiang Ran that Lu Qian mentioned was under 20 years old?"

"That's right." Yan Chuan nodded heavily and told the reason why his mood fluctuated so violently, "Jiang Ran called me today and asked me to help with something."

"He said if I did this right, he would cure me of my stubborn illness."

The movements of Yan Weiguo's hand suddenly froze, and immediately the brush directly drew a thick ink mark on the paper.

impossible!

This was his first reaction.

Even Lu Qian bluntly said that there was nothing he could do about Yan Chuan's stubborn illness. He could only try not to engage in any strenuous activities, even things that might cause too much emotion.

So much so that the eldest son is quite a young man, but he cannot even have a family.

This is also one of Yan Weiguo's worries.

"Your heart's weak endurance is not caused by any disease."

Yan Weiguo recalled the words of many miracle doctors over the years, sighed and looked at his son.

"There are so many diseases that cannot be detected by advanced instruments and miracle doctors. Why do you think Jiang Ran can do it?"

Yan Chuan watched silently as he destroyed a long scroll that had been written for an unknown period of time, feeling incomprehensible in his heart.

He knew that the reason why Yan Weiguo said such words was because he didn't want him to despair again.

"Divine Doctor Lu said that he has only seen Jiang Ran at such a peak of dark power in so many years." Yan Chuan repeated Lu Qian's original words, "Maybe he really has something to do?"

"Peak Dark Power?" Yan Weiguo's sharp eyes were stunned for a moment, and then he laughed, "Do you know how many warriors I have seen who are at the peak of Dark Power?"

Yan Chuan thought of the stories he had bragged to himself when he was a child, and his tone was a little uncertain: "Three or five?"

"More than ten times!" Yan Weiguo's eyes were filled with memories, as if he was remembering the glorious past.

"The Japanese called dark warriors high-level ninjas back then. As for the high-level ninjas on the island country, I and your Uncle Huo have jointly killed no less than twenty of them!"

Yan Chuan looked at the old man who was getting thinner day by day in disbelief.

"Don't look at me with that look." Yan Weiguo glared at him angrily, "When you were born, I made up my mind to teach you the Feiyan Jue passed down from my family."

"It turns out you little bastard was born with a heart problem, and even the investigation couldn't find anything wrong with it. Regarding Feiyan Jue, I will definitely not dare to tell you a word about it."

Yan Chuan was stunned for a long time. He actually understood the reason why Yan Weiguo kept it secret from him.

Because if he had known about Feiyan Jue since he was a child, he would have been pestering him to practice it, but he couldn't do too strenuous exercise, so he simply hid it from him from the beginning.

"So, brother?" Yan Chuan blinked tentatively.

"Your eldest brother is not good at practicing martial arts." After Yan Weiguo said the words, he couldn't help but complain.

"I complained for three days and cried for tiredness for two days. After decades of practice, I haven't even achieved a certain level of strength. This is when I and your Uncle Huo taught him step by step."

"Fortunately, he quickly went to work and contributed conscientiously to the people of Yanshan, otherwise I would beat him sooner or later and he would not be able to get out of bed."

Yan Weiguo became more and more angry as he talked and slapped the desk so loudly that it banged.

"Even if Jiang Ran is extremely talented and reaches the peak of dark power before the age of 20, there is still no way to cure you."

"Because your Uncle Huo is the pinnacle of Anjin."

Yan Weiguo put the brush on the pen holder with some sadness and walked up to Yan Chuan, whose face was gloomy and unclear.

"Uncle Huo can't even help you, so don't put too much hope in that Jiang Ran."

Having said this, the iron-blooded color on his old face faded a lot, he patted his son on the shoulder and pursed his lips.

"But you should still try your best to help Jiang Ran. Befriend him and there will be no harm at all. Besides..."

"What if he can really do it?"