I Can Infinitely Synthesize Transcendent Genes

Although Tang Huoyang acted carefree, having his cover blown by Teacher Chang to his face, he was, admittedly, a bit taken aback.

So after lunch, he greeted Pei Jinye and made an early exit.

It was past four in the afternoon.

In front of the ironwood stakes on the back mountain.

Pei Jinye was relentlessly practicing, the “thud, thud, thud” of dull, powerful sounds filled the air.

The sound attracted the attention of the association’s trainees who came by, and what they saw made their hearts skip a beat.

“Damn, that’s frightening. When did the association get ironwood stakes?”

“I heard they were left by a senior from a few terms ago. I haven’t been to the back hill for a long time, I didn’t expect it to become so desolate.”

“Who’s that practicing Power Practice?”

“That’s Pei Jinye, don’t you know? He was our junior, but just a few days ago, Teacher Chang made an exception and accepted him into the Inhouse, we have to call him senior now.”

“Made an exception? Damn, what’s his background?”

“Background, my ass. His family has been farmers for three generations…”

“Then how did he get into the Inhouse, on talent alone?”

“I happen to know about this… He somehow stumbled upon good fortune, awakened to Transcendent abilities ahead of time, even became a Psychic Class, and then, through sheer fluke, caught the fancy of Senior Sister Li Xiaoyin… Otherwise, think about it, how could someone who just does Power Practice get into the Inhouse.”

“Mad, I’m so jealous…”

“Right, I heard he’s been getting quite close to Sun Ruofan lately… Isn’t he afraid Senior Fang Tianjian will start trouble with him?”

“This kid’s also quite crafty. Right after Li Xiaoyin left, he immediately hooked up with Sun Ruofan… Hehe, what a talent.”

“Being opportunistic never ends well.”

Pei Jinye, aware that he was being discussed, looked up. The conversation ceased abruptly, and those at the entrance quickly averted their eyes and hastily left as if nothing had happened.

In the evening.

Pei Jinye took a hot shower at the Bronze Association, leisurely packed his clothes, shouldered his sports bag, and prepared to leave.

Soon after stepping out of the shower room, he ran into a smartly dressed man with a flathead haircut.

The man looked at him, paused for a second, then quickly looked away.

Pei Jinye didn’t recognize him.

But that was normal; he spent most of his days focused on cultivation, and the number of people he knew at the Bronze Association was so few he could count them on one hand.

As the man had just walked through the corridor, someone chased after him saying, “Senior Xiao.”

Having practiced Power Practice all afternoon, Pei Jinye felt completely drained.

It was time to hit the restaurant and devour some Black Blood Beast Meat to replenish his strength.

“Old Liu, the usual.”

Pei Jinye called out.

The couple who ran the small restaurant both knew Pei Jinye. Old Liu, the owner and chef, cheerfully took the bag: “Alright, Mr. Pei, please wait a moment.”

Just as Pei Jinye sat down, his phone chimed with a message.

He got up and went to the entrance, flipping his phone to make a call.

“What’s up?”

When Sun San heard Pei Jinye’s voice, he hurriedly said in a respectful tone, “Brother Pei, I’m really sorry to disturb you at this hour, but there’s something I feel I need to tell you.”

“Speak.”

Sun San quickly said, “It’s like this, the district is consolidating the food street, kicking out all the former contractors, and they’re going to appoint a new one. I’m now a small team leader, I have some real power, and I’m responsible for the spot on East Street. I kept it on hold specifically to ask if you’re interested?”

Pei Jinye raised an eyebrow: “What’s this contractor supposed to do?”

Sun San quickly said, “It’s just about collecting rent. The street management committee only takes a two percent commission, and the rest goes to the contractor. An eight percent commission could amount to more than thirty thousand a month… This job might seem tiring, but it’s actually not too busy. You can rest assured, under my supervision, there will never be a problem with collecting money.”

He was guaranteeing to provide a safeguard for Pei Jinye’s parents.

Although Pei Jinye didn’t mind letting his parents do this job, he also didn’t want them to be targeted for no reason.

After all, he couldn’t be there to help them all the time.

So he asked, “Why was the previous person chased off?”

Sun San lowered his voice and said, “His brother-in-law got into trouble and was just locked up, so this position has become vacant. Brother Pei, rest assured, as long as you give the nod, all procedures will be proper and legal, and I assure you, if anyone dares to cause trouble, they’ll have to step over my dead body before they can hurt your parents.”

Before Pei Jinye could respond, several thugs with tattoos of tigers and leopards on their arms swaggered into the small eatery.

He glanced at them but didn’t take it to heart.

Talking to Sun San on the phone, he said, “Alright, I’ll wait for you at East Street tomorrow.”

With a very humble attitude, Sun San quickly bowed and scraped, “How could I make Brother Pei wait for me? Tomorrow I’ll bring the paperwork to you. Please inform your parents, and simply signing it will put everything into effect.”

Pei Jinye thought it over; this matter didn’t seem to be a big deal.

Even though an income of twenty to thirty thousand a month was higher than average, it wasn’t likely to attract the attention of certain interest groups.

Pei Jinye might not be able to provoke big shots now, but dealing with some small-minded scoundrels was still easy for him.

He hung up the phone.

Pei Jinye turned and went back to the small hotel, sat down at his seat, and accidentally caught sight of a thug with a white leopard tattoo on his arm, cursing at Old Liu’s wife about something.

Old Liu’s wife, furious but not daring to speak out, went back to the counter and brought them a few bottles of wine as an apology.

But the White Leopard kept on cursing and swearing.

Pei Jinye was about to stand up, but he saw Old Liu’s wife pleadingly shake her head at him, so he sat back down.

He didn’t want to offend the thug, and Pei Jinye understood this type of situation.

His parents had also run a small stall for over a decade, and he knew all too well how troublesome punks could be.

Acting as if nothing had happened, Old Liu’s wife walked away from the White Leopard and later brought over a plate of appetizers to Pei Jinye.

“It’s a common sight, my apologies for Mr. Pei having to witness this.”

Pei Jinye shook his head and said nothing.

Old Liu’s wife went back to busying herself, and soon came out of the kitchen with Pei Jinye’s meat dish.

From several meters away, Pei Jinye could already smell the aroma which made his mouth water uncontrollably.

He wasn’t sure if it was an illusion, but after practicing “Twelve Lotuses,” his craving for vitality restoring food had grown noticeably stronger.

He had felt this way before…

Pei Jinye guessed it related to his excessive cultivation, consuming physical strength, and thus requiring substantial nourishment.

Suddenly, a commotion erupted from the kitchen.

Pei Jinye didn’t initially pay much attention until he heard phrases like “bring your own ingredients,” “beast meat,” and “can’t eat.” His expression changed instantly.

He stood up and glanced over at the White Leopard’s table.

Two people were missing.

He walked towards the kitchen with an impassive face.

“It’s Black Blood Beast Meat, right?”

“Yeah, Black Blood Beast Meat. That stuff is damn expensive outside… Mad, I had no idea this lousy restaurant had something like that. Really underestimated its ability to make money.”

White Leopard turned to Old Liu, “Boss, fry up another serving for me. I’ll owe you for now, definitely will pay you back later.”

Old Liu helplessly said, “This isn’t our dish, it’s the customer’s own ingredients… Can you please go out first? This is a crucial area of the kitchen, no outsiders allowed.”

Before White Leopard could respond, someone grabbed him by the nape of his neck and lifted him straight out of the kitchen.

“My stuff, and you dare to have designs on it!”