Xiang Ding Tian

In the end, Xiang Ding Tian never had a younger brother. Less than two years later, his ill-fated mother fell sick and passed away.

Ordinary people assumed the woman had died of grief, but that was not the case.

Old Xiang treated her extremely well—gentle and considerate, working hard to earn money so that mother and son could live good lives. In that respect, he did not seem like some rough-and-tumble jianghu man. It could only be said that fate had willed it so.

From childhood, Xiang Ding Tian displayed extraordinary talent for martial arts. The crude martial skills Old Xiang had learned himself were completely mastered by Xiang Ding Tian within barely two years, and he even surpassed his teacher.

Sadly, he appeared lacking in talent when it came to studying. According to his schoolmaster, he was too steeped in craftsmanship and lacked spiritual brilliance; he studied books to death. In the Zhao Kingdom, where people strove boldly ahead and talent alone decided one's worth, he was considered mediocre, with no hope of achieving anything in officialdom.

But Old Xiang merely listened to those words without taking them seriously. In a parent's eyes, their own child was always the best.

He thought, My son can draw inferences from one instance in martial arts. He is a peerless genius among ten thousand, overflowing with brilliance. Where is this so-called craftsmanship?

Surely that blind fool was simply incapable and trying to deceive him, so he went through the trouble of changing Xiang Ding Tian's school.

That changing continued from the time Xiang Ding Tian was ten until he was twenty. No one knew how many schools he attended or how much of Old Xiang's sweat-earned money he spent, yet that elm-wood head simply would not awaken.

Two years ago, Old Xiang