Ji Yunsheng finished his cultivation late into the night and did not emerge from his room until noon. As he was preparing to head out, Yang Fan, who was about to return to the military district, caught sight of him and walked over to ask, "Senior, are you going out?"
Ji Yunsheng replied, "Yes, I'm planning to head to the bank. By the way, where are your grandfather and the others?"
Yang Fan answered, "This villa has already been transferred to your name. Grandfather has moved back to the ancestral residence, and my father has gone back to the company. Senior, would you like me to give you a ride to the bank?"
"No need," Ji Yunsheng replied. "You go ahead and take care of your business; don't worry about me."
Yang Fan nodded. "Alright, Senior. If you need anything, just let the guards know. I'll be off then."
"Go ahead," Ji Yunsheng said.
Yang Fan drove away, and Ji Yunsheng slowly strolled out of the villa. Seeing him approach, the security guard on duty respectfully said, "Have a good trip, Senior!"
Hearing this, Ji Yunsheng was left speechless. He said to the guard, "There's no need for all that in the future. I'm not some young master, and we don't need so many formalities. Just call me 'Sir' from now on, and you don't need to greet me every time you see me. Just keep a close eye on the villa and don't let anyone in without my permission."
The guard blinked in surprise, then said, "Understood, Sir! Have a good trip!"
Ji Yunsheng was thoroughly defeated, muttering to himself, *It's like I said nothing at all. Oh well, forget it. Even if I'm not used to it, that's just how people from wealthy families are trained—let them do as they please.*
He walked out of the villa complex, hailed a cab by the roadside, and headed toward Huaxia Bank. A short while later, the taxi arrived at the bank entrance. Ji Yunsheng stepped out and walked inside. The people around him cast looks of disdain and contempt. After all, anyone who came to Huaxia Bank to handle business was dressed in wealth and luxury; none of them looked like Ji Yunsheng, who was wearing cheap, casual clothes bought off a street stall. Though he stood around one-meter-seventy-something, with a head of long hair and a remarkably handsome, fair-skinned face that carried an intense aura, his budget clothes, pants, and shoes still drew sneers and cold glances from the surrounding crowd.
When Ji Yunsheng walked up to the counter, the young female teller stared in a daze. She had never seen a face so handsome yet delicate; had he not spoken, she would have mistaken him for a woman. Ji Yunsheng coughed twice, pulled out a bank card, handed it to the teller, and said, "I want to transfer some money to my mother!"
Only then did the teller snap out of her trance. She looked at the card Ji Yunsheng had handed her and gasped in shock. "I'm so sorry, Sir! This black card is a Huaxia Bank Supreme Member card. I don't have the authority to process transactions for it. Please wait a moment, I'll contact the bank manager right away to assist you!"
With that, the teller rushed off to contact the manager. A knowledgeable customer nearby caught a glimpse of the black card Ji Yunsheng had produced and blurted out, "Holy crap! How many years has it been since I last saw a Huaxia Bank black card? The last time I saw one was a few years ago when I was lucky enough to catch a glimpse during a business negotiation at the Shanghai branch of Huaxia Bank. Which prominent family's young master is out slumming it for fun?"
Hearing the middle-aged man's explanation, the others felt a mix of regret and lingering fear. They thought to themselves, *Looks like you can't judge a book by its cover, or you won't even know how you died. Good thing I didn't offend this young master today.*
Before long, a plump middle-aged man in a suit came waddling over, sweating profusely and beaming with flattering smiles as he approached Ji Yunsheng. "Hello, Sir! I am Wang Gang, the manager of the Xining, Qinghai branch of Huaxia Bank. You can also just call me Little Wang! This isn't an appropriate place to talk—please, come to my office so we can discuss the details!"
Ji Yunsheng was left speechless again—a single card was enough to turn a manager into this kind of sycophant. He replied, "Alright then."
Wang Gang turned to the teller at the reception desk and said, "You did a fantastic job today. Once everything is settled, I'll give you a promotion and a raise."
Beaming with joy, the teller thanked Wang Gang before returning to her duties. Wang Gang then turned back to Ji Yunsheng with a smile and said, "Right this way, Sir!"
The two walked to the office. Once they sat down, Wang Gang poured Ji Yunsheng a cup of aged Pu'er tea that he had kept for a long time, and then asked, "May I ask this gentleman's name, and what kind of business you would like to handle?"
Ji Yunsheng took a sip of the tea, found the taste quite pleasant, and said, "My name is Ji Yunsheng. I came to the bank to ask if it's possible to use WeChat or Alipay to transfer the money in this card to my mother?"
Upon hearing the name, Wang Gang was startled and asked, "Transferring money is no problem at all. After all, you are a Supreme Member of the bank. But may I ask, are you a member of the Ji family?"
Assured that the transfer was possible, Ji Yunsheng relaxed and answered Wang Gang, "I suppose you could say that. My original surname was Xing; I only changed it to Ji after becoming a Martial Artist. It's written in the genealogy that my lineage traces back to Ji Yan, the forty-seventh son of King Wen of Zhou, so I guess that makes me part of it! But what's this about the Ji family you mentioned?"
Although Ji Yunsheng was not from the current main branch of the Ji family, Wang Gang knew he still belonged to the clan. He explained, "I only heard about it from my own father. The Ji family went into seclusion after the founding of the nation, and they are the most powerful Martial Artist family in existence. That's all I know. Is there anything else you'd like to ask?"
Having learned how things stood with the Ji family, Ji Yunsheng said, "Nothing else to ask. Can you help me transfer the money to my mother now?"
Happily handing Ji Yunsheng a business card, Wang Gang said, "I'll take care of it right away! If you need anything in the future, just give me a call, and Little Wang will be right there! Although Little Wang cannot cultivate, my Wang family still carries some weight here in Qinghai."
Ji Yunsheng glanced at the business card and pondered for a moment. He then scanned Wang Gang and saw that he indeed lacked the aptitude for cultivation. However, this man, though ambitious and worldly, had good judgment—he knew what should be said, what should be done, and when not to ask questions or overstep. Deciding to throw him a lifeline, Ji Yunsheng said, "I've checked your condition. Would you like to become a Martial Artist? I can help you."
Hearing this, Wang Gang blurted out, "Really, Senior?"
Ji Yunsheng replied, "It's true. You actually seem quite suited for the path of Body Refining."
Wang Gang hurriedly handed the card back to Ji Yunsheng and said, "Please help me, Senior! From now on, your mother is my mother! Whatever amount you want to transfer, just use my funds!"
With a flick of his finger, Ji Yunsheng transmitted a Body Refining technique—one he had obtained from Kunlun and modified to suit Wang Gang—directly into his mind. "Go back and practice this technique slowly. I believe you'll cross the threshold into cultivation within half a year. As for the money, just transfer ten million to my mother first; any more than that might scare her."
Only then did Wang Gang snap out of his trance from the mental transmission. Overjoyed, he exclaimed, "Thank you, Senior, for giving me a new lease on life! I'll transfer the money to our mother right now!"
A moment later, the transfer was complete. Wang Gang wanted to treat Ji Yunsheng to a meal to show his gratitude, but Ji Yunsheng suspected the man had lost his mind—a crappy cultivation manual and he was already trying to make his own mother his adoptive grandmother. If he let this guy be his son, the man probably wouldn't refuse either. The mere thought of it gave him the chills, so he hastily refused and hurried away.