Chapter 467 - 234: Good Night, Mom, See You Tomorrow

Chapter 467: Chapter 234: Good Night, Mom, See You Tomorrow

I’m no longer the person I used to be.

But that’s not necessarily a bad thing.

Xie Yuan looked at the golden light in his hand and clenched his fist tightly.

He could feel his physique easily reawakening after a day of cultivation. He had completely recovered to his original realm.

He stood before the full-length mirror, watching his form flicker between light and dark, and let out a long breath.

Opening the door, he saw that Wang Yafang had already prepared a table full of dinner—chicken soup, pork ribs, and the like. Xie Yuan couldn’t help but say:

"Mom, I don’t need such rich food. Let’s save some money. Besides, chicken soup is all purines and fat; it’s not necessarily that nutritious."

"What does a kid like you know? Hurry up and drink it while it’s hot!"

Wang Yafang chided him, ladled the chicken soup, and placed it in front of Xie Yuan. He had no choice but to gulp it down under her watchful gaze.

"Slow down! Don’t burn yourself."

Now Wang Yafang was telling him to slow down.

Xie Yuan put down the soup bowl and looked at Wang Yafang’s gratified face. It now had many fine lines, and though she was not yet fifty, her hair was already streaked with gray.

His mom used to love looking pretty and dressing up. Since he woke up this time, he hadn’t seen her wear any makeup; at most, she would simply comb her hair.

She looked at least five years older than before.

’If it weren’t for the incident, she wouldn’t be like this...’

Xie Yuan felt a pang of sadness. He ate his dinner in silence until a flash of inspiration struck him, and his chopsticks paused.

"What’s wrong? Is it not to your liking? Did I add too much salt? Sigh, I haven’t been cooking much recently, my skills have gotten rusty..." Wang Yafang asked nervously.

Xie Yuan shook his head.

"No! It’s delicious, I love it! Mom, after dinner, let’s go for a walk downstairs."

"Huh? Aren’t you going to Wang Yibing’s place today?"

"He’s busy with something today, so I’ll go tomorrow. We’ll go downstairs in a bit, and I’ll teach you some fist techniques."

"Huh?"

After dinner, Xie Yuan insisted on taking care of all the cleaning. After finishing swiftly, he took Wang Yafang downstairs.

The old residential complex didn’t really have a courtyard to speak of. Parking spots were scarce, cars were parked haphazardly, and it was terribly crowded.

But there was at least a small open area where many elderly people were active.

Xie Yuan and Wang Yafang found a spot, and he said with a smile:

"Mom, this is a health exercise routine I learned in school. A wellness expert taught it, and it’s definitely effective. You should practice it with me."

"...Alright."

Wang Yafang’s spirits were low, and she wasn’t really in the mood, but since her son had insisted, she didn’t want to dampen his enthusiasm.

Xie Yuan simplified the first two forms of the life-nourishing technique, demonstrated it once for his mom, and then slowly broke down the movements for her to follow.

’So this is what it’s like to simplify a Cultivation Technique,’ Xie Yuan thought to himself.

Although he had simplified it himself, he had practiced the life-nourishing technique for a long time and still grasped its core. The effect wouldn’t be as good as the original version, but it would definitely have health benefits and no harmful side effects.

Wang Yafang had basically no habit of exercising, so even the extremely simplified technique made her movements clumsy and awkward.

But with an expert like Xie Yuan there to correct her, it wasn’t a problem. The life-nourishing technique was originally meant to build a foundation for beginning Martial Artists, let alone a simplified version that even the elderly could practice.

And so, as Wang Yafang continued practicing, she got the hang of it. It felt as if a warm current was flowing through her body, and her spirits lifted a little.

She looked astonished.

"Son, these exercises of yours really work!"

"Of course. Practice it twice a day, morning and evening, and I guarantee your hair will turn black again and your wrinkles will fade," Xie Yuan said with a wide smile.

An idea had suddenly occurred to him during dinner. ’If I can cultivate here, can my parents do it too?’

After Wang Yafang tried it once, there was indeed some effect. But Xie Yuan wasn’t sure if this was the result of the exercise itself or the special effect of the life-nourishing technique. He would have to wait and see.

But in any case, getting her to move was a good thing.

Xie Yuan felt a warm sense of satisfaction as he watched his mom, who, after hearing his words, began practicing again on her own with great interest.

After all, most people become proactive when they see clear results.

’In a way, this is the greatest effect of my panel.’

A few elderly men and women nearby watched the mother and son, whispering among themselves.

Xie Yuan’s ears twitched, and he overheard words like "loan sharks," "mafia," and "peace officers."

He pursed his lips. Seeing many people looking wary and cautious, keeping their distance, he shook his head.

"Those forms are a bit interesting..."

Aside from the gossip, one or two of the old men were commenting on the techniques. Xie Yuan hadn’t thought much of it at first, but then an idea sparked in his mind.

He deliberately walked closer to the two old men who seemed interested and began practicing slowly himself.

Catching a glimpse of them from the corner of his eye, sitting under a tree and secretly mimicking his movements, Xie Yuan smiled slightly, turned around, and cupped his hands. "Sirs, do you usually practice fist forms as well?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, we do. Some Tai Chi, Eight Pieces of Brocade, that sort of thing," one of the old men answered casually, a bit surprised.

"Sirs, this is a new style of Fist Skill I learned in college. It’s great for your health, and the results are fantastic. Would you like to practice it together?"

"Not interested! No need," both old men said decisively.

Xie Yuan was taken aback. He hadn’t expected them to be so resolute. It took him a moment to recover before he laughed and said:

"I’m not charging any money... Besides, this was taught by an Olympic champion. My university P.E. teacher is an Olympic champion. This fist art is the essence of ancient martial arts; it really works. Anyway, I’m just teaching my mom to get some exercise. If you want to learn, you can practice alongside us. I can teach you."

The Olympics had just ended this year, so the mention of an Olympic champion was quite persuasive. The two old men were clearly taken aback for a moment.

As for the teachers at Xie Yuan’s university... there really was an Olympic champion, but Xie Yuan had never taken that teacher’s class.