Finest Servant

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Chapter 10 Initiation or Enema? (Part 1)

Since that was the case, Lin Wanrong didn't bother to be polite with him and put the album away.

"Although this skill is superior to the art of gathering and supplementing, if practiced improperly, it can easily fall into vulgarity. When having intercourse with a woman, remember to exchange yin and yang, especially with a virgin," Uncle Wei advised.

What superiority to the art of gathering and supplementing? That was complete nonsense. This technique was specifically designed for lewd thieves to practice. Uncle Wei's words were vague, perhaps because he had not personally experimented with it, which was understandable.

However, Lin Wanrong had only been in this world for a month and hadn't had the chance to fall in love yet. Where would he find a woman to exchange yin and yang with? First of all, let it be known that with his standards, he would never look at a streetwalker.

Seeing Lin Wanrong's perplexed expression, Uncle Wei shook his head helplessly. "Well, I'll give you another helping hand," he said.

He lightly placed his palm on Lin Wanrong's crown, and a hot stream flowed into his body, from his head to his toes, making him feel comfortably warm all over. The sensation was like roasted meat in a microwave.

It was unclear how much time had passed, but Uncle Wei finally withdrew his palm. His forehead was covered in sweat, and his face was pale as if he had aged twenty years.

He finally looked like an eighty-year-old man. Lin Wanrong thought to himself that even if he applied cucumber slices to his face, it would be useless.

Lin Wanrong moved his arms around, feeling a power flow through his limbs and joints, which was much stronger than before.

After a long period of adjustment, Uncle Wei opened his eyes and said, "Although your bones are good, because you are over eighteen years old, your body parts have already settled. The initiation technique I used on you had a poor effect. I inputted seventy percent of my power into your body, but you absorbed less than ten percent."

He shook his head while speaking, and it was unclear whether he was lamenting Lin Wanrong's missed opportunities or his own loss of power.

Only absorbing less than ten percent of what was inputted? That efficiency was too low. Lin Wanrong felt a bit embarrassed.

To be honest, Lin Wanrong was twenty-four or twenty-five years old, having graduated from university with a bachelor's degree. He had worked hard in a medium-sized company for four years and had been promoted to the position of department manager. In reality, he was not the eighteen-year-old that Uncle Wei had spoken of, but rather twenty-four or twenty-five.

When Lin Wanrong fell from Mount Tai, not only did space distort, but time distorted as well. Upon arriving in this world, Lin Wanrong's body unexpectedly reverted to its state when he was eighteen or nineteen years old. Therefore, Lin Wanrong now has the appearance of an eighteen or nineteen year old, but the heart of a twenty-five year old.

Naturally, Lin Wanrong did not explain any of this to Uncle We, the selfless elder who had saved his life. Lin Wanrong was grateful beyond words for him.

Looking at Uncle Wei's pale cheeks, Lin Wanrong thought seriously for the first time that even if he was made of glass, Uncle We would still be his Uncle We.

"Uncle We, thank you. Everything is beyond my control, and with the progress I've made now, I am very satisfied," said Lin Wanrong calmly. He already knew this was the case. After all, his body had been distorted by time and space, but he had still managed to survive and arrive here. That was already a great gift. What more could he ask for?

Uncle Wei gave Lin Wanrong a thumbs up and said, "You can pick things up and let them go. That's the mark of a true hero. Well done, Lin Wanrong. You can rest assured that even though the initiation failed, if you study the mental technique in the painting, you will surely become powerful."

The name "Initiation" sounded strange to Lin Wanrong. He only knew of "Enema" as a technique.

Since the initiation failed, Lin Wanrong's interest in martial arts gradually waned. As for the painting, he might as well treat it as a pornographic book to enhance communication and intimacy with his wife. Lin Wanrong chuckled to himself, and his mood became even more cheerful.

"Lin Wanrong, since we met, how do you feel about me?" Uncle Wei suddenly asked.

"It goes without saying, you saved my life, and I owe you a great debt," Lin Wanrong replied without hesitation.

Uncle Wei's face showed a strange smile. "If I asked you to do me a favor, would you be willing to help?" he asked.

Lin Wanrong worried that he would be asked to impersonate someone's son again, so he quickly replied, "As long as it's not impersonating someone and within my abilities, I will definitely do it."

Uncle Wei nodded and said, "That's good. Actually, it's a simple task. I want you to go to the Xiao family and become a servant."

"A ser-vant?" Lin Wanrong almost bit his tongue in surprise.

He knew about the Xiao family. They were one of the wealthiest households in Jinling City, and Uncle Wei was even working for them as a senior servant. Of course, Lin Wanrong knew that this was just a way for Uncle We to conceal his true identity.

"This old man wants me to become a servant? To serve others?" Lin Wanrong stared fiercely at Uncle Wei. If he hadn't already spoken big words earlier, he would have already beaten Uncle Wei half to death.

Seeing the smug smile on Uncle Wei's face, Lin Wanrong understood that he had fallen into Uncle Wei's trap. This old bastard not only wanted himself to become a servant, but also wanted to drag him down with him. His conscience was truly rotten.

Lin Wanrong could almost see himself dressed in a small blue shirt and a small hat on his head, being ordered around by his master. He had always loved a carefree life since he was a child, but now he had fallen into the trap of this old man. He had to become someone else's servant. The hatred in his heart was like the continuous flow of the Yangtze River.

Uncle Wei didn't even need to look at his face to know what expression he had on now. He pretended to sigh and said, "Forget it, since you're not interested, I won't--"

"Hold on--" Lin Wanrong interrupted him. He knew that this old man was deliberately trying to provoke him, but he had already spoken big words earlier, so he had to bite the bullet and say, "Fine, I promise you. I'll go to the Xiao family and become a...servant!"

"However," Lin Wanrong's tone changed, "it's only for a year. That means I'll only be a servant for a year at the Xiao family. After a year, we'll be even."

"A year?" Uncle Wei nodded, "A year should be enough time. Wanrong, I hope you can enter the Xiao family and make something of yourself. This is not only for the Xiao family, but also for yourself."

A servant? Make something of himself? For the Xiao family? For himself? This old man was really good at sweet-talking. Lin Wanrong was itching to hate him. How could a servant make something of himself? This old man really had some nerve.

Uncle Wei naturally understood what was on Lin Wanrong's mind. A mysterious smile appeared on his face as he said, "Remember, heaven only favors those who work hard. Opportunities only come once, and it's up to you to seize them. Perhaps what you'll get is something you never dared to imagine before."

Lin Wanrong had a feeling that Uncle Wei was leading him back to the troublesome issue he had before. He wanted to ask more, but he saw that Uncle Wei had already crossed his knees on the bed and started to meditate. Obviously, he didn't want to talk anymore.

Lin Wanrong had to swallow his words. He was injured and extremely tired today. He cursed the cunning old man in his heart for a while and then fell asleep.

A rustling sound woke Lin Wanrong up. When he opened his eyes, it was already dawn. Uncle Wei was packing up his things, preparing to leave.

Seeing that he was awake, Uncle Wei leaped up from the bed and stood in front of Lin Wanrong, shouting loudly, "All good things must come to an end. Take care, Wanrong."

Lin Wanrong quickly got up, ignoring the pain in his shoulder, and respectfully kowtowed to Uncle Wei three times.

Although Uncle Wei had betrayed him and made him a servant for someone else, he had saved Lin Wanrong's life. That was the truth, and nothing could change that. As a man, he had to repay his debts. Three kowtows were nothing.

Uncle Wei quickly stopped Lin Wanrong and suddenly remembered something. "Oh, I almost forgot. Wanrong, tomorrow is the selection contest for the Xiao family's servants. I have already registered you as my distant nephew named Lin San. Remember, if anyone calls Lin San, it's you. Be sure to go on time."