People's thoughts were ever-changing.
It was just that most people lacked the inner drive and external soil to turn those thoughts into reality.
But now, Son-in-Law Sun's ambition had sprouted. He had soil for it to take root, and even more so, the motivation.
Old Mount Tai had beaten him half to death for no reason, and Second Young Master had then ordered men to throw him off a cliff.
That kind of hatred was undoubtedly a powerful inner driving force.
Though Wenren Sheng could not see it, he could sense it.
Over the next month, Son-in-Law Sun was clearly far more diligent in his training than he was.
Every day, he rose to train before the birds began to sing.
His fists cut through the air with tiger-like force, startling the wild beasts into fleeing.
Meanwhile, he followed a steady routine, focusing mainly on grasping the spiritual essence within martial arts.
To train the body, one must first train the mind.
If one's heart was not right, if one refused hardship and effort, one would never understand the wonders of martial arts. It was like studying: no matter how forcefully outsiders tried to cram knowledge into you, success was impossible.
And how to make the second-generation rich, whose lives had been made comfortable, endure hardship and put in effort was an eternal educational problem throughout history and across the world.
After all, people were naturally inclined toward ease and averse to labor.
For this reason, foreigners had invented trusts, handing family inheritances to reputable companies that gave descendants only fixed living allowances and startup funds. Even if they squandered everything and fell into debt, at worst they would go personally bankrupt.
Fan Zhongyan had also purchased Sacrificial Fields, providing his clansmen only with basic security and requiring them to