Rebellion

"The other day, a Martial Artist came to the shop looking for trouble.

He drank wine, smashed the counter, and when the clerks tried to stop him, he sent them flying with a single slap.

In the past, I would have seen him off with a smile, then wrapped up a red envelope to smooth things over.

Those of us in business simply dared not provoke Martial Artists."

"But that day, I didn't know why, but I was furious. I just didn't want to endure it anymore."

"I rushed up and punched him."

"Just one punch."

"That Martial Artist flew out, crashed into the door, and died on the spot."

Fang Yuan's pupils contracted.

Qian Duoduo sucked in a sharp breath.

An ordinary merchant who had spent half his life doing business had killed a Martial Artist with one punch.

The more one thought about it, the more terrifying it became.

"At the time, I was both frightened and shocked. Frightened because I had killed someone.

Shocked because how could I kill someone... not how did I dare, but how could I.

It felt strange, as if something inside my body had awakened and thrown that punch for me."

"What Old Li said was true?"

"He really found the secret the Imperial Court had hidden?"

"Otherwise, there was no way to explain why I had become stronger. And this strength had no side effects.

I didn't feel tired or hurt. Instead, I became more and more energetic.

I couldn't sleep at night, yet I wasn't sleepy during the day either. It was as though I had gained half another life for nothing."

Fang Yuan's fingertips twitched, but he did not continue turning the pages.

Qian Duoduo spoke first:

"Overnight, an ordinary person became a Martial Artist. No side effects, not