Cang Xu nodded slightly and was silent for a moment, seeming to weigh his words.
Afterwards, he spoke in a desolate tone, "My name is Cang Xu. I was born into a peasant family and was originally a farmer's son."
"When I was five or six years old, I began to work. My main job was cleaning horse manure. Our family had a short-legged packhorse, which was mainly used to pull the plow."
"Once when I was cleaning horse manure, the packhorse suddenly flew into a rage and its hind legs kicked me. I fell headfirst into the dung and almost suffocated to death. Although I was saved by a fluke, such close contact with death filled my young mind with fear that lingered for a long time."
"I became very timid, afraid of any kind of horse, or even things with similar shapes. I didn't even dare to approach the stable. My parents arranged other chores for me, but I was still cowed, and at the slightest hint of trouble, I would hide."
"Being like this, I was naturally mocked and alienated by my playmates, disliked by my parents, and everyone in the village was pessimistic about my future."
"A long time later, I realized that this fear of mine might not be a fear of horses, but a fear of the life of a farmer itself."
"Humiliation made me lonely, and loneliness made me think. The gifts of fate are bitter at first and sweet later, making me afraid that I would live as a farmer for the rest of my life."
"Good fortune descended. When I was eight years old, I saw the dawn of fate. A priest of the Horse God Sect came to our village wanting to build a church. There was no church in