Urban Super Medical Saint-Chapter 749 - 748

"Since you've come to Melbourne, why not stay for a few more days? I'll show you around," Murong said from inside the Mercedes.

"That sounds good. Coming here takes more than ten hours by flight, so I will extend my stay for a couple of days and use the time to refine some Taiyin Spirit Gathering Formation Talisman Jades for you. Now that you've reached the Fourth Layer of Qi Cultivation, you definitely need more of these talismans. I'll also make a magic artifact for you to defend yourself, just in case any accidents happen again," Ge Dongxu thought about how there were still more than ten days until the New Year, and seeing that Murong was keen on having him stay, he nodded and agreed.

"Thank you, uncle teacher. In these two days, you should relax and enjoy yourself here. You can prepare the Jade Talisman and magic artifact some other day—after all, I plan to return and reunite with my master for the New Year," Murong said, deeply moved.

"It won't take me much time. Of course, you know what needs to be kept confidential. As for the New Year, this year your master has me and the family to keep him company, so you don't need to rush back here. Stay here and enjoy some quality family time with your family and grandson," Ge Dongxu replied.

"Thank you, uncle teacher, I understand." Murong said earnestly, his heart full of gratitude.

As they talked, the car arrived at a high-end community surrounded by a beautiful environment.

The car then slowly drove along the tree-lined avenue of the community and finally stopped in front of a luxurious villa with a massive yard, a swimming pool, and three separate buildings.

This was the home of Murong's son, Ouyang Zesheng, in Melbourne.

Murong, having roamed the jungles of Northern Myanmar, had already accumulated quite a fortune, and later, leveraging his influence in the jungle, he went into the jade business and gathered even more wealth. Therefore, Zesheng could truly be called a bona fide second-generation rich, and with his own efforts, he owned such an enviable mansion in Melbourne.

This mansion had three buildings: one where the owner lived, one for guests, and another for the servants.

After leaving the hospital, Murong first went home and briefed Ge Dongxu on what had happened.

Afterward, Ge Dongxu, liking the quiet and beautiful environment, was too lazy to go to a hotel and had Murong arrange a guest room here instead.

"Granduncle teacher, Dad, you're back. Did everything go smoothly?" Although it was quite late at night, Zesheng hadn't gone to bed but was waiting in the yard for Ge Dongxu and Murong. Upon their arrival, he hurriedly came forward to greet them and asked with concern.

"With your granduncle teacher here, everything naturally went smoothly," Murong replied matter-of-factly.

"That's good. I was worried that the Hell Rebels, being numerous and powerful, might have put you at a disadvantage," Zesheng said, breathing a sigh of relief and looking at Ge Dongxu with a gaze full of reverence.

"Us, at a disadvantage? What are you thinking? With your granduncle teacher here, not to mention just the rabble of Hell Rebels, even an entire army would be neatly dealt with by him," Murong scolded his son with a glare.

"What? An entire army?" Zesheng couldn't help but shudder and widen his eyes upon hearing this.

"You must have been stunned, when I urged you to persist in your cultivation, you were half-hearted. If you had started cultivating from a young age and had your grand-uncle's guidance, you might have achieved something by now. But it's too late!" Seeing his son's astonished expression, Ouyang Murong said irritably.

"Enough, Murong, everyone has their own life, and it can't be forced. Zesheng's lifestyle might not be so bad after all, and besides, even if he doesn't achieve much in cultivation, he still might live to a ripe old age. Plus, you still have a grandson, don't you? Bring him to me tomorrow, if his roots are good, I will help him clear and sort his meridians, laying a good foundation from a young age. With a solid foundation from childhood, he won't be so bored by cultivation that he becomes indecisive and ultimately achieves nothing." Seeing Ouyang Murong reproaching his son, Ge Dongxu understood his thoughts and smiled, interrupting him.

When Ge Dongxu talked about living to a ripe old age, it naturally meant something different from when others said it, and as for sorting a child's meridians, that was nothing short of extraordinary. Hearing this, Ouyang Murong couldn't help but burst into tears of joy, hurriedly kneeling down and kowtowing three times to Ge Dongxu, saying, "Disciple thanks the grand-uncle greatly for his kindness!"

Although Ouyang Zesheng had been exposed to Western education from a young age and was unaccustomed to kowtowing, he knew the significance of these words coming from Ge Dongxu. Seeing his father kneeling and kowtowing, he also quickly knelt down and bowed three times to Ge Dongxu.

"Alright, we're all family here; let's not make this so formal and distant," Ge Dongxu said with a smile, helping Ouyang Murong to his feet.

"Yes, yes," Ouyang Murong said, beaming with joy that he could hardly close his mouth.

"Alright, everyone go and rest. Bring the child over tomorrow morning, and also bring a few pieces of jade. I need one piece to be of the glass type, the rest should be of the glutinous ice type or better," Ge Dongxu instructed.

"Yes, grand-uncle," Ouyang Murong said respectfully with a bow, then he opened the door to the guest room for Ge Dongxu before he and his son returned to the main building of their mansion.

"Dad, now I start to believe the stories you used to tell me about Grandmaster's exploits in the forests of Northern Myanmar. I never imagined a person's abilities could reach such terrifying levels," Ouyang Zesheng said, deeply moved, as they returned to the living room of the main building.

"You rascal, do you think I am the type who boasts and exaggerates?" Ouyang Murong raised his hand and slapped his son on the head.

"Dad, you can't blame me! A single person annihilating two squads of fully armed Japanese soldiers in the jungle sounds like a tall tale! I was young then and as I grew up, naturally, I took it as an embellished lone hero story. But now I understand!" Ouyang Zesheng said, rubbing the spot where he had been hit.

"There are many who think like you, and thus the deeds of your grandmaster are remembered by very few," Ouyang Murong said, giving his son a deep look, reflectively.

"Dad, who is more formidable, the grandmaster or the grand-uncle?" Ouyang Zesheng asked curiously.

"Your grand-uncle is more formidable, and not by just a little. Our Pill Talisman Sect also holds your grand-uncle in the highest regard, since he is the Sect Leader," Ouyang Murong said with a look of reverence.

"Ah!" Ouyang Zesheng exclaimed in shock, his eyes revealing extreme astonishment, saying, "The grandmaster alone annihilated one hundred and twenty-four fully armed Japanese soldiers; if the grand-uncle is much more formidable than the grandmaster, then he must be..."

Ouyang Zesheng was too afraid to continue.

This was far beyond what he could have imagined.