Chapter 236: Self-Cultivation of the Multiversal Cannon Stand

Renjia Town.

Morning sunlight spilled onto the blue stone slabs, the air thick with the scent of incense and paper money.

Ren Fa was busy from early morning.

Not to make money, but to relocate his dead father’s grave.

“Business has been getting worse these years—definitely because the dead are crushing the living’s feng shui!”

As he worked, he muttered under his breath: “This old bastard never helped me make money while alive, and now he’s dragging me down even after death.”

Though Ren Fa complained, his hands never stopped—he ordered his assistants to burn paper money and summoned Uncle Jiu.

Finally finding a moment to spare, Ren Fa prepared to call his daughter for a meal.

But when he pushed open the door and stepped inside, he froze.

There stood Ren Tingting in front of the mirror, trying on several carefully chosen outfits, a makeup brush in hand, as if frantically preparing for a date.

Alarm bells rang loudly in Ren Fa’s mind.

Something’s wrong!

My daughter likes makeup, but she’s never done this before.

He cautiously asked: “Tingting, what’s going on?”

Tingting didn’t turn around, her voice light and cheerful: “Dad, which outfit looks better on me?”

Ren Fa forced a calm expression and replied dryly: “I think all of them look beautiful.”

“Hmph.”

Tingting rolled her eyes—clearly unsatisfied with this lazy answer.

Ren Fa’s heart sank.

Dammit, the cabbage I raised so carefully is about to be stolen.

He cleared his throat, his tone stern: “Tingting, have Itachi been up to something lately?”

“Itachi can tell your dad.”

Tingting suddenly remembered, her eyes lighting up: “Oh right! A friend is coming over to visit. I forgot to tell Itachi.”

“What?”

Ren Fa nearly dropped the beads in his hand.

“A friend?”

“A guy?”

Tingting nodded, beaming: “Mm-hmm, it’s a guy.”

“His name is Rojie. He’s a friend I met recently.”

“Rojie’s family owns huge businesses in the provincial capital. He studied abroad for years and has been to several countries—he’s even a famous foreign scholar!”

“By the way, Dad, have Itachi heard of Egypt?”

“He told me he went on an adventure there and almost got bitten by a mummy!”

“A mummy? That’s the foreign version of a zombie.”

Tingting chattered on enthusiastically, introducing Rojie to Ren Fa.

Listening to her, Ren Fa had already labeled Rojie as a womanizing, Western-educated scoundrel.

He frowned, his tone serious: “Sounds impressive.”

“But I wonder if it’s real—or just a con.”

Tingting giggled: “Dad, Itachi’re overthinking it. Rojie’s got real skills.”

“He even knows magic!”

“Magic?”

Ren Fa nearly thought he’d misheard.

He knew magic.

Uncle Jiu in town was a Daoist priest with powerful magic.

Could this foreign monk know magic too?

Tingting beamed: “Yes! He says he can summon the dead and control sandstorms!”

At this, Ren Fa leapt to his feet.

Oh no, my Tingting’s been tricked.

This kid’s definitely a street con artist, spinning tall tales to charm a girl.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got—he decided to meet this Rojie himself.

So Ren Fa smiled pleasantly and said: “Fine, let him come.”

I want to see which fool dares to court my precious daughter.

…

Meanwhile, Rojie sat in his car, feeling the power syncing in from other worlds.

He closed his eyes, carefully sensing it.

Hmm, no major issues.

Though the mixed worlds were chaotic, their energy systems were surprisingly compatible.

Magical powers suffered almost no loss.

Whether it was the Heavenly and Earthly Talismans or the Eight Demon Powers, all could be summoned.

“This must be due to the presence of Maoshan Daoist techniques.”

Rojie thought: “After all, Uncle Jiu’s side follows a proper cultivation system.”

But powers like Armor Warriors or Hyper-Tech had abysmal conversion rates.

He sighed: “Still, it’s enough.”

Thinking of this, Rojie pulled out the Book of the Dead.

Now that his power had grown, he instantly saw its true nature.

A magical artifact saturated with dark energy.

In the past, he might have spent years just to fully master it.

But now, Rojie casually slipped the book into his equipment slot.

The next second, the previously incomprehensible incantations, complex rituals, and obscure ancient Egyptian script all automatically became his knowledge.

“The equipment slot is so convenient.”

Rojie nodded in satisfaction and restarted the engine.

Soon, Rojie arrived in Renjia Town.

He spotted a familiar figure.

Ren Tingting wore a Western-style dress, her chest prominently lifted.

So white, so big a dress.

Two maids stood beside her, waiting at the gate.

Rojie stopped the car and rolled down the window.

Seeing Rojie, Tingting rushed forward with a smile: “Mr. Rojie, welcome to Renjia Town.”

Rojie waved: “No need for formality—call me Jiege.”

Tingting quickly replied: “Yes, Jiege.”

At that moment, Rojie’s gaze accidentally drifted upward.

From this angle, he could enjoy a full view.

Rojie cleared his throat and looked away: “Tingting, want to take a drive with me?”

“I’d like to see the scenery of Renjia Town.”

Tingting blushed, huffing lightly.

Still, she told the maids to go back and climbed into the passenger seat.

As they prepared to leave, a figure suddenly leapt out from behind a roadside tree.

“No!”

A thunderous roar shook the air.

Rojie frowned: “Who is this? So rude?”

Tingting recognized the voice and quickly explained: “That’s my dad.”

Rojie instantly understood: “Oh, Master Ren.”

In the original story, this guy was killed by his own dead father.

Died a miserable death.

But…

For his daughter’s sake, I’ll save this life.

Even if he dies, I can revive him once.

Ren Fa blocked the car with his body, shouting at his daughter: “Tingting, how can Itachi go out with someone like this?”

Tingting stuck her head out the window, pouting: “Dad, he’s our guest! Why are Itachi acting like this?”

Rojie, calm and composed, said: “Master Ren, it’s still early. Let’s find a place to sit and talk about Tingting and me.”

Ren Fa snorted: “Funny—I already have an appointment at a café today.”

"Then let’s take care of your matter while I’m at it!"

Luo Jie smiled: "Sure, I could use a cup of coffee anyway—let me tell Itachi how I subdued mummies in Egypt."

Ren Fa said nothing, got into the rickshaw, and stormed off ahead.

The three of them entered the town’s café, one behind the other.

(End of Chapter)