Rise from a Low-class Family to Martial Artist

You don’t even need to look to know it’s related to that kid again!

Even he himself, has been staying in Raozhou Prefecture recently, all because of that kid Lin Chen.

With the undercurrents in the Imperial Court lately, he knows the reason for staying in Raozhou Prefecture is to prevent anyone from stirring up trouble in Raozhou Prefecture.

Me, a dignified Sixth-Grade Powerhouse, actually acting as this kid’s bodyguard.

Although Jiang Duanchao doesn’t want to admit it, the fact is that he’s afraid someone would take the opportunity to cause trouble in Raozhou Prefecture, worried about people making a move against Lin Chen.

The entire Raozhou Prefecture, including the Poyang Guard, has been revolving around this kid lately.

"Qing’er, what achievement has Lin Chen made this time?"

Seeing her daughter come in, Zhuang Min asked with a teasing smile on her face.

"Mom, you’re a real fortune-teller to guess that." Jiang Qing’s pretty face blushed, and she immediately flattered her mother with a compliment.

"Anyone could guess that."

Jiang Duanchao gave a light snort, "Tell me, what has this kid done now?"

"Junior Brother Lin’s name has been recorded for the seventh time on Martial Arts Mountain as a model student by the Liang Martial Arts Academy."

Jiang Qing said crisply, with a look of pride and joy, which made Jiang Duanchao feel helpless. Looking at his daughter’s expression, someone who didn’t know better might think she herself was awarded the model student honor.

When it comes to this kid, Jiang Duanchao isn’t surprised at all.

He knows more about the inside story than his daughter; recently, those people over there couldn’t sit still and have even sent messages to him in secret. The fact that they’re restless shows that they can’t stop Lin Chen.

"Dad, hasn’t Junior Brother Lin brought us pride?"

"What’s it got to do with us?"

"We’re all from Linhu Village, just like Junior Brother Lin!"

Jiang Duanchao twitched his lips. His daughter’s comment hit home, why not say Lin Chen brought pride to Raozhou Prefecture and Jiangnan Dao as well, since we’re all from Jiangnan Dao?

But on second thought, Jiang Duanchao realized that’s exactly the case; this kid indeed brought honor to Jiangnan Dao.

The martial arts of Jiangnan Dao have always been at the bottom line, and he knew how martial artists from Jiangnan Dao faced discrimination when they went outside. Even when he himself first left Jiangnan Dao, he was often ridiculed by martial artists from other regions. Of course, those who mocked him eventually became defeated under his skill.

"Dad, the old village head at Linhu Village is definitely going to arrange another ancestor worship feast; do you want to go back?"

Jiang Qing smiled as she looked at her father, Jiang Duanchao felt speechless. That old guy Zhao Canghe seemed to only think about ancestor worship. Last time he went back, the tablets in the village’s ancestral hall almost couldn’t fit anymore, if he remembered correctly, there weren’t that many tablets there before. He wondered where the old guy even found so many tablets.

"I have official duties to attend to, so I won’t go. Qing’er, you’ve already broken through to Refining the Viscera; it’s time to head to Canglan Martial Arts Academy. Conveniently, I’m passing by the East Sea Path this time, so I’ll escort you to the academy."

"Dad, you’re taking me to Canglan Martial Arts Academy?"

Jiang Qing was delighted, and seeing his daughter’s joyful expression made Jiang Duanchao feel a bit better inside.

"Then I’ll inform Junior Brother Lin, he also needs to head to Canglan Martial Arts Academy. We can travel together as companions."

Jiang Duanchao: ...

Pfft!

Zhuang Min couldn’t help but burst into laughter, seeing her husband’s stunned expression, her laughter was uncontrollable.

Qing’er really delivered a thunderbolt to her father.

The father is eager to send his daughter to Canglan Martial Arts Academy, mainly to avoid seeing Lin Chen.

Yet the daughter suggested going to the academy with Lin Chen together.

This father-daughter pair could make her die from laughter.

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Linhu Village dock.

Gu Fei got off the boat, clutching a document in his hand, and headed straight for the village head’s house.

"Fei, what’s up?"

A villager, curious upon seeing Gu Fei rushing, asked.

"Good news, our village is about to have another great event."

Ever since starting Qi Cultivation, Gu Fei often went to Mantis Martial Arts Hall in the county. Because of Lin Chen, the hall accepted Gu Fei and allowed him to observe martial arts training ahead of time.

"Another good thing?"

The villagers, hearing Gu Fei’s answer, also smiled.

No matter what the good news is, as long as it’s good, the village head would organize a feast, and they could enjoy a nice meal.

The villagers of Linhu Village now live much better than before, and the village has earned quite a bit of money. But Zhao Canghe didn’t distribute it to the villagers; instead, he kept it for the kids who wanted to practice martial arts.

According to Zhao Canghe, the children represent the future of Linhu Village; the money shouldn’t be given out, or else the villagers might all become lazy freeloaders.

With Gu Fei’s loud voice, many villagers became aware of yet another joyous event in the village.

At a household, a middle-aged man came out with a broom. His new daughter-in-law was puzzled to see her father-in-law going out with a broom, and she called from behind: "Father, where are you going with the broom?"

"Going to sweep the ancestral hall."

Uncle Gen didn’t turn his head; he’d gotten used to it by now.

Whenever there’s good news in the village, the village head arranges for him to clean the ancestral hall. According to the village head, he doesn’t trust anyone else to do it, only himself.

Lin Chen continues to achieve higher honors in the Martial Path, isn’t it just thanks to the ancestors’ blessings? It perfectly illustrates their satisfaction with his care of the ancestral hall.

"All the boys in the village need to learn martial arts, but this skill of cleaning the ancestral hall can’t be lost." Uncle Gen pondered a bit before saying, "Go to the field and call back Da Hu, let him come to the ancestral hall."

This skill is passed down to a son, not a daughter, and is to be passed on to his eldest son.

When he’s old and can’t sweep anymore, Da Hu will take over his broom; it’s a craft passed down through generations.