Chapter 237: The Strongest Novice Tutor Across All Realms

The three entered the café and sat down in a private room.

Although the Ren family’s business has declined in recent years, a dying camel is still bigger than a horse.

Ren Fa remains a prominent figure in Renjia Town; wherever he goes, people bow and greet him as Master Ren.

Along the way, everyone he passed greeted him.

Even so, in this world of metaphysics, once feng shui turns bad, misfortune follows daily.

Ren Tingting had been concerned about Luo Jie all along the way.

“Brother Jie, are Itachi used to the environment here?”

“The coffee here might not taste as good as abroad.”

“Would Itachi like me to introduce Itachi to a few friends?”

As she spoke, she tenderly wiped his cup, poured him water, and handed him tissues—clearly a future model wife.

She feared Luo Jie wouldn’t adjust to the countryside.

After all, in Ren Tingting’s eyes, she’d merely gone to the provincial capital, attended university, and returned to find the town hopelessly backward.

But Luo Jie had studied abroad—he’d likely be even more dissatisfied.

If it were her, she wouldn’t even want to stay in town.

Luo Jie, however, thoroughly enjoyed this treatment.

No wonder she was the permanent heroine—her awareness was simply superior.

But Ren Fa, seeing his daughter fussing over Luo Jie, gritted his teeth in anger.

How long has this kid been here, and already Tingting’s fawning over him?

Ren Fa suspected Luo Jie was using his study-abroad status to swindle money and seduce women.

All those boys who’d drunk foreign ink were like this.

Ren Fa recalled a story he’d heard from a business partner.

A poor boy who’d studied abroad swindled money and seduced women.

After ordering coffee, Ren Fa could no longer hold back.

He looked at Luo Jie, forcing a friendly smile.

“Tingting said Itachi learned some sorcery abroad, and can even summon the dead?”

Luo Jie nodded: “Just a little knowledge.”

Ren Fa sneered: “Funny—we have a Daoist in town called Uncle Jiu who also practices sorcery.”

“I’ve invited him today to relocate my ancestral tomb.”

“Why don’t Itachi come along and judge whether Uncle Jiu truly has real skill?”

Upon hearing this, Luo Jie’s brow instantly furrowed.

Clever move—using someone else’s knife to kill.

I just dated your daughter, and now Itachi want me to duel Uncle Jiu?

Luo Jie mentally ranted furiously.

Who is Uncle Jiu?

He’s the strongest novice tutor across all realms!

His disciples from other worlds include all kinds of people.

Great Immortals, Primordial Saints.

My puny frame dares not step forward to spar.

Suddenly, a waiter entered and whispered to Ren Fa:

“Master Ren, Uncle Jiu has arrived.”

Ren Fa immediately stood up, beaming: “Speak of the devil, and he appears—Uncle Jiu’s here, let Itachi two meet.”

Saying this, he strode out to greet him.

Not long after, Ren Fa returned with three men.

The lead figure was a middle-aged man with a square face, radiating authority and righteous energy.

It was Uncle Jiu!

He walked with steady steps, eyes blazing—clearly the type who enters with a personal theme song.

Originally, Luo Jie’s purpose in coming to Renjia Town was to find Uncle Jiu, become his disciple, and join his legendary roster.

But now, Luo Jie shared his own power across other worlds—why would he become someone else’s apprentice?

Besides, Uncle Jiu’s own two disciples, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai, were each more troublesome than the last.

Thinking of this, Luo Jie glanced behind Uncle Jiu.

Sure enough, he saw two familiar figures.

It was Tian Bao, the one who declared “My fate is mine, not heaven’s.”

Wrong—actually, they were Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai.

One was slick-tongued, greedy, and lustful.

The other was grotesque-looking, cowardly, and lustful.

Both were experts.

They caused bigger messes each time, yet always escaped unscathed while others suffered.

Behind Uncle Jiu, they bickered loudly over whose fart had been worse yesterday.

As Uncle Jiu entered, his gaze swept the room.

When he saw Luo Jie, he paused slightly, a flash of sharpness in his eyes.

“Hmm?”

Uncle Jiu silently pondered.

This kid’s aura was strange—he couldn’t read him at all.

But he was clearly one of their kind.

Could he be here to steal business?

Meanwhile, Ren Fa was already enthusiastically introducing:

“Uncle Jiu, this is Mr. Luo from the provincial capital—Tingting’s good friend.”

“He says he learned plenty of sorcery abroad and can summon the dead.”

“Could Itachi let him help inspect the feng shui?”

As he spoke, he winked at Uncle Jiu and slipped him a red envelope.

Uncle Jiu and Ren Fa had been old acquaintances for years—he understood at once.

“Oh～”

Uncle Jiu understood.

He was being asked to properly entertain this fellow.

Uncle Jiu studied Luo Jie again, noticing his closeness to Ren Tingting.

Uncle Jiu understood everything.

So this was about teaching a son-in-law a lesson.

What did they take him, Uncle Jiu, for?

But his hands wouldn’t obey.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Uncle Jiu turned serious toward Luo Jie.

“Mr. Luo, I heard from Master Ren that Itachi also practice sorcery—let’s talk.”

Luo Jie smiled and replied:

“It’s no secret—I spent a few years in Egypt and killed a resurrected mummy.”

“I picked up a few ancient Egyptian techniques along the way.”

“Of course, I’m not just familiar with foreign tricks.”

“I’ve studied both East and West—talismans, arrays, sorcery, and divine arts—I know a bit of all.”

“I’m no foreign monk.”

Uncle Jiu raised an eyebrow: “Mummy?”

Luo Jie smiled: “It’s the foreigner’s zombie.”

Uncle Jiu suddenly understood, stroked his beard, and nodded in realization.

“Oh, foreign zombie.”

“Even foreigners turn into zombies after death.”

After a few murmurs, his expression calmed, but his tone carried subtle probing:

“Mr. Luo, if Itachi have time, why not come along to observe the tomb relocation this afternoon?”

Hearing this, Luo Jie’s eyes lit up.

How could he miss a zombie rising?

He immediately nodded: “Sure, I’d like to see Uncle Jiu’s skills in action.”

Ren Fa, listening nearby, frowned.

To probe further, he made an excuse to go relieve himself and called Uncle Jiu outside.

By the outhouse.

Ren Fa lowered his voice and asked, “Uncle Jiu, can Itachi tell what this kid’s background is?”

Uncle Jiu nodded, his tone calm: “This kid has real spiritual power—he’s no street con artist.”

Ren Fa exclaimed in shock: “Not a con artist?!”

Uncle Jiu smiled: “I’ve observed his breath is steady and his speech measured—he’s nothing like those fake Daoists who swindle money with their tongues.”

Ren Fa sneered: “To me, he’s just a pretentious foreign monk.”

Uncle Jiu glanced at him: “Your daughter likes him—why do Itachi care so much?”

Ren Fa gritted his teeth: “I just can’t stand the sight of him!”

Uncle Jiu retorted: “Then for the rest of your life, Itachi’ll probably find everyone unbearable.”

(End of Chapter)