Chapter Seventy-Five: A Storm Brews in the Small Restaurant

  (Second update is here! Sorry, it's a bit late! PS: Ah, my neck condition has acted up again today, my neck and shoulders are sore, my head is dizzy, it's really uncomfortable... Waaah, it's so sad...... After updating this chapter for everyone, Wu Zhi will have to go get a massage from his wife...)

  Six pieces of dan medicine appeared in a small aluminum bowl, three were emerald green and the other three were brown. All of them emitted a refreshing fragrance that made people feel refreshed after smelling it. Even if they had a slight illness, they would recover instantly after smelling this fragrance.

  The emerald green pill is the Washing Marrow Pill, its effect is to wash away impurities in the body, expand the meridians inside the body, and has a similar effect with the Washing Marrow Easy Meridian Decoction. If taken together with the Washing Marrow Easy Meridian Decoction, the effect will be significantly enhanced. The brown pill is the Consolidating Original Qi Pill, its effect is to consolidate the original qi inside the body, and can greatly prevent the loss of spiritual energy entering the body. In the current situation where spiritual energy is scarce, the role and value of the Consolidating Original Qi Pill have become extremely important.

  Zhang Wenzhong picked up a pill of marrow-washing dan and drank it down with the bowl of freshly cooked marrow-washing yi jing tang. At the same time, he also picked up a pill of solid yuan dan and swallowed it in one gulp. Then, he sat cross-legged and began to circulate the medical mirror heart scripture, absorbing the medicinal power of the marrow-washing dan and solid yuan dan.

  As the medicinal properties of the two elixirs were absorbed by Zhang Wenzhong, his meridians and the true yuan circulating within them began to undergo changes. His meridians expanded once again, allowing him to absorb more heavenly and earthly spiritual energy into his body at one time. The enhancement of his true yuan meant that his cultivation had deepened.

  This time's meditation lasted for six hours, only then was the medicinal power contained in these two elixirs thoroughly digested and absorbed. By the time Zhang Wenzhong opened his eyes and stood up, it was already a clear and starry night outside the window.

  Zhang Wenzhong stood up, lightly shook his body, and suddenly heard a burst of "crackling" sounds coming from inside him. This continuous crackling sound lasted for 206 times, exactly the number of bones in his body.

  After absorbing the medicinal properties contained in the Washing Marrow Pill and the Consolidating Origin Pill, Zhang Wenzhong finally broke through the Refining Flesh Realm and successfully entered the Refining Bone Realm. His physical body and muscles did not undergo any significant changes, but his essence and spirit had undergone a noticeable transformation compared to before.

  After all the bones in his body had cracked, Zhang Wenzhong slowly exhaled a mouthful of turbid air and began to perform the Eight Brocades in the small living room, stretching his bones to their optimal state.

  "Finally, I've entered the Bone Refining Realm... This is truly not easy. Without a doubt, future cultivation will be even more difficult than now." Half an hour later, Zhang Wenzhong wiped his sweat and said with deep emotion.

  The spiritual energy now is really too thin compared to before. Otherwise, he wouldn't need the help of these medicinal herbs to enter the Bone Refining Realm.

  It wasn't until he had finished his work that Zhang Wenzhong began to feel the pangs of hunger in his stomach. He hadn't yet reached the level where he could abstain from food, so he still needed to eat or else he would be hungry like ordinary people.

  Originally, Zhang Wen Zhong just wanted to cook something simple at home. But when he got there, he found that not only was there no food, but even rice was gone. With no other choice, he hastily took a shower, changed into a fresh set of clothes and went out to the small restaurant outside the residential area for dinner.

  It was already past nine o'clock when Zhang Wenzhong walked into the small restaurant, and at this time the small restaurant had already passed its peak period, with no customers left.

  The boss of the small restaurant is surnamed Wang, a fifty-year-old old chef, and people who know him call him Old Man Wang. Old Man Wang's culinary skills are exquisite, and it is said that he has even won awards in cooking competitions. Although he stir-fries only some home-style dishes, they are delicious and plentiful, so business has always been good. Moreover, he attaches great importance to hygiene, so the small restaurant is always clean and tidy, without the oily mess found in other small restaurants. It was for these reasons that Zhang Wenzhong became a regular customer here.

  As soon as Zhang Wenzhong walked into the small restaurant, Wang Bo smiled and greeted him, saying: "How come, Little Zhang, you still haven't eaten at this hour?"

  Zhang Wen Zhong also smiled and replied, "Yes, I just encountered something earlier and was busy until now. My stomach has been growling with hunger for a while."

  "Young man, working hard is a good thing, but you can't overdo it either. After all, your body is also very important. When you reach my age, you will know that the most precious wealth in this world is not money or power, but health." Wang Bo was a good person, just a bit nagging. But his nagging was for Zhang Wen's own good, so Zhang Wen listened with a smile, nodding in agreement.

  "What does everyone want to eat today?" Finally, Wang Bo stopped nagging.

  "Wang Bo, you arrange it for me then." Zhang Wen Zhong replied with a smile.

  Wang Bo thought for a moment and said, "It's been hot these past few days, so you'd better not eat meat. How about eating some refreshing and cooling seasonal vegetables that clear heat?"

  "Alright, I'll do it your way!" Zhang Wenzhong nodded in agreement.

  Before long, two dishes and a soup were placed on the dining table in front of Zhang Wen.

  The two dishes are Liangban Sansi and Stir-fried Small Bok Choy, the soup is Cucumber Peel Egg Drop Soup. They are all home-style dishes that clear heat and fire, eating them on a hot summer day not only cools down but also calms the mind.

  Just as Zhang Wen-zhong was eating his meal in big mouthfuls, four young men with shaved heads and wearing black vests walked into Wang Bo's small restaurant, supporting a similarly dressed young man who had a pale complexion, weak legs and looked very frail.

  The young man with a black snake tattoo on his arm, as soon as he entered the restaurant, kicked over the table closest to the door without saying a word, and the chopsticks on the table scattered all over the floor.

  The young man on his right pulled over a chair and helped the frail young man sit down.

  "What can I do for you, young men?" Although the visitors didn't seem friendly, Wang Bo still greeted them with a smile. After all, when running a business, one has to welcome customers with a smile.

  The young man with a black snake tattoo on his arm let out a cold snort, reached out and grabbed Wang Bo's collar, pulling him up. He glared at him with a fierce expression and asked menacingly: "You old codger, how dare you ask us what's going on? I'd rather ask you, what kind of unclean thing did you feed us earlier? My brother here is not only suffering from severe stomach pain but also can't stop vomiting. You'd better confess honestly, did you serve us spoiled food?"

  "Wang Bozheng cried out in injustice, defending himself: "No, absolutely not! I've been doing this for many years now, and everyone in the surrounding neighborhoods knows my character. My dishes are absolutely fresh. It's absolutely impossible that I would serve expired spoiled food to customers. If you don't believe me, just ask these neighbors!"

  The commotion inside the small restaurant had already attracted people from surrounding shops, and now they heard the conversation between Wang Bo and the young man. The people around the shops all started talking about Wang Bo:

  "That's right, Wang Bo is a man of great integrity, he would never serve customers with expired and spoiled dishes."

  "If Wang Bo was really willing to get his hands dirty in the kitchen, he would have made a fortune by now. Why is he still running around at such an old age?"

  "Hey, look at these five guys! Aren't they the same hoodlums who just ate at Wang Bo's place and didn't pay? Not only did they eat for free, but now they're also daring to come back and cheat again. This is simply lawless!"

  Hearing the onlookers' words, these young men couldn't help but burst into rage. One of them even picked up a stool next to him and threw it at the onlookers outside, pointing at them and cursing: "Shut your mouths! Who dares to say another word? I'll smash you to death with this stool!"

  These young men were extremely arrogant, and the onlookers dared not speak out in anger, but could only shut their mouths in dismay, retreating a few steps back to continue watching the commotion. Some people were also worried about Wang Bo's situation, and quickly took out their mobile phones to dial the police hotline.

  The onlookers were intimidated by their own momentum, and the arrogance of these young men became even more rampant. However, at this moment, a calm voice suddenly sounded in the small restaurant.

  "Let go of Wang Bo!"

  The person who said this was Zhang Wenzhong!