The ultimate master in the city

Chapter 35 New Home

There was no scene of people embracing and crying, nor was there any incessant questioning and answering.

The atmosphere in the hall was somewhat awkward. Although they might be each other's closest relatives, they had been used to each other's absence for nearly twenty years, and their sudden appearance left them unsure of what to say.

Old Chen spoke first: "You've come here to look for your parents?"

Zhou Fengchen nodded, his gaze sweeping over the three people, lingering particularly long on the middle-aged woman. Upon comparison, he realized she did indeed resemble him somewhat, especially her eyes.

Old Chen then asked, "Do you have any recollection of living here?"

Zhou Fengchen shook his head: "No."

Mr. Chen then asked, "Do you know your parents' names?"

The middle-aged couple exchanged a glance, slightly agitated.

Zhou Fengchen shook his head again: "I don't know."

The atmosphere became even more awkward.

The middle-aged man said, "How about we do a paternity test?"

Zhou Fengchen nodded: "That's good, that's for the best."

The middle-aged woman took out a pair of scissors from her small bag, walked over to Zhou Fengchen, stared at him for a while, her eyes a little red, and nodded kindly, "Child, I'll cut a few strands of your hair."

Zhou Fengchen obediently stuck his head over.

After the haircut, everyone in the room looked at each other. Old Chen waved his hand and said, "Young man, sleep here tonight. The paternity test results will be available by noon tomorrow."

"Okay!" Zhou Fengchen nodded and followed one of the students out.

The entire process was clean and efficient.

Chen Siya and Qi Qi, standing outside the door, looked at each other, both feeling quite frustrated.

……

Zhou Fengchen lay in the clean single room, staring blankly at the ceiling. A strange thought suddenly came to his mind. He felt that he didn't really need his parents and family, because that would push his father and Zhou Linglong out of his heart. He just needed proof, to prove that he wasn't born of a tree.

Nothing happened that night. The next morning, Zhou Fengchen got up to practice his morning exercises. His method of practice was very peculiar. He stood upside down, propped his entire body up with two fingers on the ground, and twisted his feet strangely.

Suddenly, a crowd gathered outside, peering in with wide eyes and expressions of disbelief.

Chen Siya, wearing pajamas, pushed open the door and squatted down, tilting her head to ask, "Brother, what are you doing?"

Zhou Fengchen glanced at her. "Practice your skills! Also, don't call me 'brother,' it's not confirmed yet."

Chen Siya pouted, "Anyway, I just think you look like my brother. I'm sure the results will come out at noon."

Zhou Fengchen smiled, closed his eyes, and remained silent.

The students outside swarmed around, bombarding him with questions: "What kind of kung fu are you practicing?"

"Yeah! That's amazing!"

"Could you give us some pointers?"

……

Zhou Fengchen was both amused and exasperated, saying, "I can't offer guidance; I'm trained in how to take a beating!"

"what?"

The group of students looked at each other in bewilderment.

Just then, a voice called out from outside: "Dinner's ready!"

The trainees rushed out in a flurry. Chen Siya blinked, smiled slyly, and reached out to push Zhou Fengchen, but Zhou Fengchen turned his legs and stood up again.

"This isn't fun!" Chen Siya pouted and said, "Brother, it's time to eat! Stop practicing."

Zhou Fengchen also felt a little hungry, nodded, finished his practice, and followed her outside.

The two arrived at a large hall, where seven or eight people were already seated at a table. Old Chen and the middle-aged couple were among them. When they saw Zhou Fengchen arrive, they greeted him warmly, and the middle-aged woman even personally served Zhou Fengchen a bowl of white porridge.

Zhou Fengchen felt extremely awkward. In his twenty-odd years of life, no one had ever been so polite to him. He took the bowl and chopsticks without saying a word, sat down and ate, only eating the plate of pickled cucumbers in front of him.

A middle-aged woman sat close to him, occasionally offering him fried dough sticks, steamed buns, and the like. Zhou Fengchen accepted them all. As he ate, he suddenly noticed that everyone at the table had put down their chopsticks and were staring intently at him.

He touched his face and put down his chopsticks.

The middle-aged woman smiled and said, "Child, keep eating if you're not full."

Zhou Fengchen shook his head: "I'm full."

Old Chen then smiled and said, "We saw the martial arts competition on the stage that day. Your skills are very high. May I ask which ancient martial arts school you belong to?"

Zhou Fengchen thought for a moment and said, "It's not an ancient martial arts sect, it's a Taoist sect, a branch of the Shangqing school, so it should be considered a heretical sect."

He defined his sect by saying that what his father, Zhou Daoxing, taught him was too strange and ruthless, beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, and he always felt that it was not quite the righteous path.

The people at the table looked at each other in bewilderment. Old Chen said, "So you're a Taoist priest?"

Zhou Fengchen nodded: "Yes!"

Old Chen said, "When I was young, I met several renowned Taoist priests. I wonder who your master is?"

Zhou Fengchen shook his head and said, "I don't have a master. My kung fu was taught by my father, Zhou Daoxing!"

Chen Siya's father coughed, looking somewhat embarrassed.

Old Chen thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Never heard of it."

At this moment, Chen's eldest apprentice, Zhang Biao, said, "How about we have a competition?"

Old Chen and the other old men all nodded.

Zhou Fengchen stared at Zhang Biao for a few moments and said, "I won't compete with you."

"Why?" Zhang Biao asked, puzzled.

"Because there's no need for a contest," Zhou Fengchen said seriously. "You practice external martial arts, and your skill level is insufficient. The gap between us is too large; you wouldn't last a single move against me."

"Hehe." Zhang Biao's face turned red, and he said awkwardly, "Then let's see who among us is qualified to compete with you? We want to see your kung fu."

Zhou Fengchen glanced around, then looked at Elder Chen and said, "This old gentleman's external martial arts are at their peak, and his internal strength is also quite refined. He should be able to withstand seven or eight moves from me!"

"Uh!" Old Chen looked astonished.

Zhang Biao and the other old men were stunned for a moment, their expressions turning somewhat grim.

"Do you even know what it means to respect the elderly and care for the young? Can't you speak properly?" Chen Siya's father suddenly slammed his hand on the table, turned around angrily, and left. "I'm not eating anymore."

Zhou Fengchen frowned, unsure of what he had said wrong.

Chen Siya's mother quickly tried to smooth things over: "Don't mind him, he's just like that."

Zhou Fengchen nodded and got up to walk out. "I'll go wait for the results."

Stepping out of the room, I saw a group of people practicing martial arts in the training ground outside, with laughter and shouts filling the air.

Zhou Fengchen watched for a while, then frowned. These people were just putting on a show; it was a waste of time.

"Brother!" Chen Siya caught up from behind at that moment.

Zhou Fengchen asked in confusion, "What are you doing?"

Chen Siya pouted: "I wanted to tell you that I'm going to school. What do you like to eat? I'll bring it back for you tonight."

"Candied hawthorn berries! Hawthorn flavor, with a thicker layer of sugar! Two!" Zhou Fengchen nodded seriously and left.

"Huh?" Chen Siya's mouth opened into an "O" shape.

……

Zhou Fengchen went back to his room and took a nap. In the middle of the day, he had a dream in which his father, Zhou Daoxing, came to find him and scolded him sternly: "You have parents now, where do you put me?"

"Father! Listen to me! Don't go..."

Zhou Fengchen struggled to sit up, and then saw the room full of people. The middle-aged woman, tears streaming down her face, rushed over and hugged him tightly, wailing, "Son! I've missed you so much all these years!"

Zhou Fengchen was stunned. He looked up at the others and saw that Old Chen and Chen Siya's father also had tears in their eyes, and the people next to them looked on with sighs.

Seeing Zhou Fengchen in a daze, Old Chen explained, "The results are in, you're our family's child!"

Zhou Fengchen let out a heavy sigh. Alright! He wasn't born from a tree.

……

At lunchtime, the Chen family's attitude towards Zhou Fengchen changed drastically; they became much more affectionate, especially the middle-aged woman, who kept calling him "son" repeatedly, giving him goosebumps.

Then they asked him where he had been all these years, how he had been, and so on. Zhou Fengchen answered them one by one, and then he gained a certain understanding of this family.

Grandpa Chen is a descendant of an ancient martial arts school. He opened a martial arts school with his fellow disciples and took on disciples. Mom Chen is the vice president of a hospital in the city. Dad Chen is even more impressive. He is in the real estate and hotel business and is the CEO of a listed company.

At this moment, Chen's father solemnly said, "Your name is Chen Shouzhi, and you must change it from today onwards."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Fengchen frowned and said very seriously, "I will not change my name. My name is Zhou Fengchen. My father gave it to me. It means that the phoenix sings in the nine heavens and is untouched by the mortal world. The phoenix is ​​male, so there is nothing wrong with this name."

The group of people looked at each other, feeling incredibly awkward.

"Snapped!"

Old Chen coughed, and Chen's father immediately slammed his hand on the table. "Then why did you even bother looking for a home?"

Chen's mother, protecting her son, shouted at him, "Our son has finally come back, why are you yelling? Who are you trying to scare?"

"Stop arguing!" Zhou Fengchen waved his hand and said, "I came here to find my home, but really just to see my biological parents! I never said I wanted to change my name!"

He turned and walked out.

Chen Ma chased after him, grabbed Zhou Fengchen's arm, and asked, choking back tears, "Son, what's wrong?"

"I'm going to work!" Zhou Fengchen paused for a moment and said, "I work as a kitchen helper at a restaurant, and I've already taken a whole day off!"

From behind, Mr. Chen said coldly, "What kind of job are you going to? Come help out at my company! You're too busy with things at home!"

Zhou Fengchen scoffed and turned to leave, but Chen Ma grabbed him tightly: "Son, don't go! Are you angry?"

"No!" Zhou Fengchen pulled her hand away. "I'll be back tonight!"