Thanks to the presence of He Yaozu, the marriage of the second sister went more smoothly, and she ended up marrying a butcher — the butcher valued the little brother-in-law’s ability to read and write, as he didn’t want his own son to spend his life at the chopping board like him.
But in reality, being a butcher was already considered a decent profession, as they could still earn a little bit each day.
He Yaozu benefited from this, occasionally able to enjoy a al with at.
Life was getting better, and he was more hopeful about the future.
He had gradually forgotten the mories of his previous life, only occasionally in dreams, missing the magical power that could casually traverse Qingming and cleave mountains.
Ti flowed day by day.
He Yaozu grew up day by day, his body becoming healthier, and he could do more things.
Old Mr. Liu had already completely regarded him as a successor, imparting everything he knew. He Yaozu once thought of pursuing literature first, gaining fa, and then engaging in martial arts once his financial situation improved. But Old Mr. Liu’s words shattered his illusion.
"Hey! The position of a scholar is not sothing that ordinary people can achieve. They say great n co from humble beginnings, but look at you, are you from a humble background?" He Yaozu heard despair in Old Mr. Liu’s words, and looking into that empty gaze seed to understand why Old Mr. Liu remained in the village.
He Yaozu looked at his family’s wooden house, which was extrely cold in winter, and completely gave up on this path.
Poor literature but rich martial arts, yet he didn’t even have a chance to access this ’poor literature’.
He Yaozu started accumulating money.
The third sister also got married, to a blacksmith, which was considered a good match.
Before long.
He Yaozu turned fifteen.
Old Mr. Liu passed away when he was fourteen. He beca the new teacher in the village, speeding up his savings.
One day.
He Yaozu looked at his aging father and said:
"Father, I want to practice martial arts."
He Daniu was shocked, then tremblingly advised:
"Son, I know you have high ambitions, but our kind of family can’t produce results. You are a capable child, but your father has failed you, not providing a good foundation. Listen to your father, let go of this thought, and now that our family is doing better, one day I will find you a wife. Focus on cultivating the next generation for them to be stronger, alright?"
Looking at his father’s hopeful gaze, He Yaozu’s heart softened, but he eventually insisted:
"Father, I still want to study martial arts, let try."
He Daniu sighed repeatedly, opened his mouth to speak but stopped.
Ultimately, he turned around, went inside, and brought out a money bag. He placed it before He Yaozu, murmuring:
"Your father lacks ability, can only help you this much."
It seed he had lost a sense of belief.
He Yaozu looked at He Daniu’s hunched back, eyes reddening, further strengthening his resolve to excel, not to disappoint his father.
A few days later.
The three sisters returned to their mother’s house together.
The family was joyous as if returning to childhood, and He Yaozu was extrely happy.
After dinner.
The three sisters seed to have discussed this beforehand, each gave He Yaozu a pouch, then patted his head encouragingly, and left smiling.
He Yaozu clenched the three pouches, veins bulging on his arm.
The mories of the past life grew increasingly obscure; he sotis wondered if that was just an elusive dream.
Now, he had only one thought: to beco a Martial Artist and change his destiny.
Since witnessing two Martial Artists casually taking lives when he was ten, this thought beca more certain; he didn’t want to be powerless and die like that.
A few days later.
He Yaozu set off for the county town. He had already found out that he could study martial arts at the Black Tiger Martial Arts Hall for just ten taels of silver.
He paid the tuition.
He Yaozu started practicing martial arts as he wished.
But to his disappointnt, his talent was diocre. According to Senior Brother Li, with sufficient resources, he might achieve modest success.
Are resources sufficient?
At least a few hundred taels of silver.
For He Yaozu, this was undoubtedly a sky-high price.
A strong sense of despair suffocated him, but he didn’t give up, just buried himself in hard training, believing the Heavenly Dao rewards diligence. However, soon his accumulated silver quickly depleted for dicine purchase.
He Yaozu was dejected.
Without dicine, his talent would require a vast amount of ti for progress.
Additionally, years of accumulation would be ruined if he considered his father’s despairing gaze; his heart ached.
Senior Brother Li found him, with whispering temptation:
"Interested in making a deal?"
From then on.
He Yaozu beca a hidden enforcer of the Black Tiger Martial Arts Hall, handling all kinds of shady and unseen tasks in exchange for martial path progress in dicine and manuals.
Ti passed day by day.
He Yaozu had completely forgotten his previous life’s matters, only occasionally recalling fragnts in dreams.
This year, he turned twenty-five.
Martial path finally achieved modest success.
He Daniu was extrely aged now, although no longer farming, the strain from early years of farming left him in not-so-good health. He Yaozu sought so dicines, but they weren’t effective, though he was pleased his son was successful and had beco a respected Martial Artist!
All the surrounding region envied He Daniu for having a fine son.
And the three sisters were living well, holding decent status in their husband’s hos without facing oppression.
The only grievance their husbands had was.
When they proposed their children to follow He Yaozu practice martial arts, all were refused.
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