"Chu He, Number Sixty-Six, Dongting Lake, Jia District One."
A Black-awning Boat traveled steadily across the vast, mist-shrouded Dongting Lake.
On board, Xu Yang wore a straw rain cape and a bamboo hat, skillfully working the oars. He looked like nothing more than an ordinary fisherman.
He had considered teaching martial arts for a while, but in the end, he abandoned the idea of printing Martial Arts Manuals in bulk and distributing them everywhere.
It would certainly have been efficient, but the commotion would have been too great and the risks too high. It was not his style.
He still preferred changes that seeped in silently like rain nourishing the earth, changing things imperceptibly. At least, that was how it was in the real world.
So, he gave up on scattering Martial Arts Manuals everywhere and instead sought out children whose families had been destroyed and who bore blood-deep vendettas, offering them opportunities.
Chu He was the sixty-sixth child. Over the past three months, Xu Yang had already taken in more than sixty disciples like him.
That number sounded rather exaggerated. Could those martial world gangs really have been so frenzied that they ruined over sixty families in barely three months?
Of course not.
Those sixty-odd people had not all been taken in around Dongting Lake.
Besides Dongting Lake and the surrounding waters, Xu Yang had also visited several nearby towns, even prefectural capitals. Wearing different faces and playing different roles—a fisherman, an angling old man, a wandering martial hero, a fortune-teller with an iron tongue, a traveling Daoist—he recruited disciples and taught them martial arts.
These were the gains he had made while traveling through the prefectures.
Through this, he had also confirmed something.
This world was anything but simple. Even among ordinary mortals, there were many Immortal Destinies