Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

  Early morning.

  The suburb of Los Angeles.

  The dawn had arrived in the East. Amidst the leaves and grass, there were yeseterday’s raindrops.

  The home and cattery of the Keller’s was a very large house of the American pastoral style, a classic mixed structure of brick and wood. The outside of the house was painted white. A lamp that was perennially lit up during nights were hanging on the porch, where two cane chairs for the owners to rest on were placed. On the wooden eaves, a U.S. flag was waving to the morning breeze. Because of the arrival of Zhang Zian, Tim had also placed the Chinese flag next to it.

  Zhang Zian was wearing a new gray Chinese tunic suit, of which the style and color were similar to that of Jet Li’s in Legend of the Fist, and was bought online for RMB 200 before going abroad. Facing the rising sun, he sat cross-legged and breathed pretentiously—surprisingly, he did look like a Kung Fu Master!

  Whether it was Tim or Lauren, or the neighbors of nearby communities that were passing by, all of them couldn’t help but curiously size up this newcomer from China. Allen, who was hugging the porch pillar like a monkey and looked at Zhang Zian with his heart itching, even ignored Tim, who reprimanded him and asked him to go back to work.

  Finally seeing the sun that she had long been waiting for, Fina was lying on the railings under the porch, basking in sunshine lazily, and shaking her tail from time to time. The fur of her whole body was glittering like real gold.

  When Allen didn’t notice, the invisible Richard secretly pecked at the nuts he had brought. Though this lad was lazy at work, he kept his promise and really prepared 10 different kinds of nuts, which were delicious and made Richard joyful.

  As the sun rose, increasingly more pedestrians walked by. From time to time, when some people greeted Tim and Lauren, they would quietly inquire about who the Chinese man was and what he was doing. Tim and Lauren answered honestly that Zhang Zian was a Qigong Master from China and was here to help them train cats. As for what he was doing right now…they were told that he was gathering the quintessential Qi of the universe, and absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon.

  Zhang Zian opened his eyes slightly, and upon seeing that increasingly more foreigners were gathering to look at him, he suddenly jumped from the ground. From the previous, completely motionless position, he went to the dynamic end of the spectrum and started to show the vigorous Wing Chun fighting methods!

  Tim, Lauren, Allen, and all the neighbors were stunned. Their jaws almost fell to the ground!

  If the breathing position before was a bit too mysterious and made them feel dubious about him, then this set of genuine Kung Fu actions immediately dismissed all their doubts!

  “Kung Fu! Kung Fu!”


  The spectators burst into thunderous applause! They kept whistling and cheering for him!

  The noises here broke the long-term serenity in the community. Hearing the loud applause and cheers and not knowing what’s going on, neighbors who lived a bit far away and got up, put on their clothes, and came to join the crowd—watching the fun was in human nature, and foreigners were no exception.

  Zhang Zian was practicing on the lawn of Tim and Lauren’s home. Due to foreigners’ strong notion of respecting private territory, all the onlookers were standing on the curb, and no matter how curious they were, no one stepped in on the lawn, enabling Zhang Zian to move with enough space. Glancing around with the corners of his eyes, he noticed that almost thirty or forty people had been gathered in a short period, including children and adults, among whom there were several young and beautiful girls.

  None of the foreigners present had seen this before! Their previous understanding of Kung Fu came from old movies and hearsay. Right now, a Kung Fu Master from China was showing them his skills for free. They were dazzled and nearly passed out from being overwhelmed with happiness! Office workers had forgotten to go to work, children had forgotten to go to school, joggers had stopped their running, and dog owners stopped walking their dogs. Everyone walking by had been attracted by Zhang Zian, and they invariably stopped to watch him. Quite a few people also raised their cell phones to record videos, sharing them to Twitter, Facebook and other social medias.

  Some of the foreigners dressed in sportswear for morning jogging didn’t carry cell phones with them, but they were reluctant to miss the scene and went back home to fetch their cell phones! They were remorseful, feeling that they had let the chance of getting rich slip away!

  Fina was a bit annoyed by the incessant bravo and it stared at Zhang Zian disdainfully. Had he ever been so diligent in practicing before?

  Zhang Zian enjoyed the feeling of being pretentious in front of people, and he was showing the Kung Fu techniques meticulously as instructed by Old Time Tea.

  Exerting forces from both Yin and Yang. Conserving strength like a snake. Releasing energy like a cat. Facing the opponent like a rooster.

  Utilizing all of his four limbs flexibly. Overcoming hardness with softness. Accumulating strengths from stomping on the ground. Passing the energy to the waist. Exerting energy from the shoulders.

  He wasn’t concerned that the spectators would steal his Kung Fu. If Kung Fu was that easy to learn, it would be worthless. By watching videos, at best, all they would be able to grasp would be the similar positions, for they had no ways to learn the nuances such as the most important mental cultivation methods and techniques to exert energy. Anyway, he would be staying in the United States for only a few days! He could be pretentious without worrying about any undesirable consequences!

  The foreigners were no fools. Comparing Zhang Zian’s Kung Fu with those in old movies, they could tell who was better.

  Finishing a set of Wing Chun practice routines, Zhang Zian closed his fists to his sides and remained still. Without panting or showing obvious expressions, only a few sweats were seen on the tip of his nose. This made him appear to be a bit more like a Kung Fu Master. In real Kung Fu Masters’ eyes, he might be an inexperienced beginner, who had grasped accurate movement, but his fists possessed no strengths and his stance was not stable. However, …his skills were enough to cheat these laypersons. How many Wing Chun Masters were there here?!

  He stood with his back towards the sun, gave his fist-palm salute to the crowd, and said in Chinese, “The sun rises in the east, and I am the only one invincible!”


  The foreigners didn’t understand what he said, which was why they felt he was incredibly fantastic!

  It would be awkward if he said an English sentence right after practicing Wing Chun.

  Applause and cheers reached a climax, although the onlookers knew that the show had ended, they kept asking, “Anymore?” “Is it over?”


  Richard was full, it fluttered with its wings and flew back to Zhang Zian’s shoulder. It answered for him in English, “Tomorrow, at the same place, at the same time, I’ll be waiting for you.”


  Talking about what they had just saw and heard, the crowd gradually dispersed.

  Allen came over like a monkey and almost knelt before Zhang Zian, “Master Zhang, please accept me as a disciple. I would like to go to China with you and learn Kung Fu diligently!”


  Zhang Zian acted like he was pondering, while Richard used the same old trick and said, “You need to show your sincerity. You know what? You must bring the nuts to me like today every day during my stay in the United States, in addition, prepare for me a grill and some fresh chicken breast.”


  Although Allen did not understand why Master Zhang asked for the grill and chicken breast, he did not dare to ask — he just agreed to do so immediately. As he passed under the eaves, he suddenly found that the nuts had disappeared, leaving only many shells on the ground. He looked around in confusion, wondering which person or animal had eaten the nuts secretly. Helplessly, he could only buy nuts from the supermarket again. If Master Zhang was angry because of this, it would be only Allen’s loss.

  Tim and Lauren also came to Zhang Zian from the sidewalk, looking at him with admiration. In their eyes, this mysterious Chinese was a Master of Qigong, Kung Fu and Cat Training! He was so powerful! Their Ragdoll cats, breeding cats and kittens included, had all been extremely well-behaved since Zhang Zian’s arrival, as if they were influenced by something. Perhaps it was the invisible “Qi” sending from his body?

  “Good morning, Jeff! Fantastic show!” Tim applauded. Among the crowd, his applause was the loudest.

  “We are so honored to have you here.” Lauren echoed with her husband and smiled. “You should really look at the expressions on the neighbors’ faces. Their eyes were so wide open, as if they were looking at God himself.”


  Zhang Zian was happy inside, but he put on his calm face to appear pretentious, “Just a small trick that isn’t worth mentioning. I hope you enjoyed it. I intend to begin training cats today, please do cooperate with me.”


  Tim and Lauren had regarded him as an immortal. They listened to everything he said without any doubts, and felt fortunate that they were able to invite such an otherworldly Master into their home…