The Wang Family Has a Son

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In the village below Great Liang Mountain, Wang Anfeng's body suddenly appeared inside his house. A thick circle of iron chains still wrapped around his body, causing the somewhat worn wooden bed beneath him to creak under the strain. The Buddhist beads on his wrist glowed faintly, and a yellow piece of paper floated out of thin air, landing on Wang Anfeng's chest.

CRASH!

The wooden bed, which had been barely holding on, collapsed. The young man's body fell to the ground. The pain made him open his eyes slightly, but in the next moment, he had already fallen back into a deep sleep. Starlight poured in from the slightly open window, illuminating his face, which was gradually regaining its rosy color.

The Jade Rabbit set in the west, and the Golden Crow rose in the east. The cool starlight was replaced by the dawn, casting its glow on Wang Anfeng's face. The young man's eyelids trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes. He felt exhausted all over, yet also a sense of unprecedented clarity. He instinctively stretched his body, letting out a yawn, only to feel a heaviness all around him, accompanied by the faint clinking of chains. He paused for a moment.

It wasn't until his gaze fell upon the dark chains on his body that Wang Anfeng remembered his punishment. As he got up, the yellow paper on his chest fluttered down. Wang Anfeng picked it up. It had a line of text written on it in a gentle hand, likely his master's. His eyes scanned the words, and he softly read aloud:

"I've given you three times the usual amount of Qi Gathering Pills. Even if your Inner Qi has been scattered throughout your body, you must still be diligent. The deeper your Inner Qi, the better the body-tempering effect. Feng'er, you should also take it easy. You cannot remove the chains; consider them part of your training. Today, you must practice fist techniques for three hours without slacking."

The writing paused slightly here, a drop of ink staining the yellow paper before continuing.

"The tea is very good. I like it very much."

A slight smile touched Wang Anfeng's lips. It felt as if a ray of sunshine had entered his heart, making him feel a little happier. He folded the paper, but then noticed there seemed to be more writing on the back. He flipped it over, and before the words even registered, a sharp, chilling aura washed over him, making his scalp tingle and his hair stand on end. Even the rather ill-tempered Green Dappled Horse outside let out a pained whinny.

It took dozens of breaths for his frantically beating heart to slow down. Wang Anfeng swallowed, his throat dry. The yellow paper bore only three words, concise and to the point.

"Go cultivate!"

"...So scary, Mr. Ying... so scary."

Wang Anfeng swallowed again. The last vestiges of sleepiness from just waking up vanished instantly, scared away. A faint cracking sound came from the wall behind him, and fine dust trickled down. A sliver of crystalline dawn light shone through a crack in the wall onto the young man's stunned face. He looked at the sudden, smooth crack, then thought about how it seemed to be facing his abdomen, and shivered again, his face paling.

After receiving such a warning, he dared not hesitate. He didn't even have time to bother with the collapsed old bed beneath him. He got up immediately. First, he gave the terrified Green Dappled Horse some prepared fodder, then he washed rice and cooked. His cultivation intensity had increased dramatically yesterday. Even with Shaolin pills to repair internal injuries, the physical exertion was real, with no discounts. He ate nearly twice the amount of food he had when he went to Willow Catkin Villa.

Wang Anfeng stared at the rice jar, which had visibly decreased by two-tenths, and patted his stomach, which was only about seventy percent full. After a moment of silence, he abandoned his original plan to practice martial arts in the courtyard. For the sake of survival, even if his master hadn't asked, he intended to go up the mountain to practice, using his palms to chop wood as usual.

But today was different from the past. His Inner Qi was scattered and couldn't be used, and he was still burdened by these heavy chains.

As the sky began to lighten, a desperate sigh echoed from the small wooden hut.

His appetite had increased again...

Great Liang Village had been very strange and lively lately.

First, a scholarly family moved in. Both the men and women were as beautiful as if they had stepped out of a painting. Even their young child was as exquisite as a carved jade, making the village children look like common mud balls. Every day, the sounds of zither music and the clear fragrance of tea filled the air, giving this remote little village a scholarly air. In the future, when talking to people from other villages, they could stand a little taller. Then, Wang Anfeng, who had no parents, returned riding a tall horse. The horse had a fierce temperament but was incredibly obedient and docile towards Wang Anfeng.

And today, Wang Anfeng, who had already drawn considerable attention, walked slowly towards the mountain, covered in chains like a punished prisoner.

The Master of the Martial Arts School, dressed in a set of fitted clothes, had just finished practicing a set of powerful fist techniques. Even in the cool autumn weather, he was covered in sweat. He lifted his shirt to fan himself while taking large gulps of the cold tea from the previous night. As the tea flowed down his throat, he felt incredibly refreshed. Just then, he saw a familiar figure walk past his doorstep.

His gaze casually swept over, then stiffened. He quickly looked back, and before he could swallow the cold tea, he choked on it, erupting into a violent coughing fit.

"Wang, Wang Anfeng?!"

The young man walking outside paused slightly, then turned his head to see the Master of the Martial Arts School looking at him as if he had seen a ghost. He turned back and raised his hand to greet him, smiling.

"Good morning, Uncle Master of the Martial Arts School."

As he raised his right arm, the entangled chains swung, whipping against the old tree by the door and knocking a pile of yellow leaves to the ground. The Master of the Martial Arts School swallowed, his throat dry.

"Good... good morning to you too..."

"We're making breakfast at home. Would you like to come in and have some?"

As he spoke, his eyes uncontrollably drifted to the imposing, dark chains on Wang Anfeng's body. The young man smiled and shook his head. "No, thank you. I've already eaten."

"I still have to go up the mountain to chop wood, so I can't chat with you any longer, Uncle Master of the Martial Arts School."

The Master of the Martial Arts School nodded and watched the young man turn and walk away slowly. Some of the chains wrapped around his legs dangled to the ground, scraping two shallow marks on the ground with a faint clinking sound.

Only after the sound of the chains faded into the distance did the Master of the Martial Arts School put down his teacup. He rushed out the door in three quick steps. He first touched the white scratch marks on the bark of the old tree, then looked at the marks left by the chains on the ground. He had traveled the martial world in his youth, and his judgment was sharp. He immediately assessed that the chains on the young man's body weighed at least two hundred catties. He gasped.

"This child... what kind of master did he find..."

"In the martial world, I've only heard of the fist masters and strongmen of the Heavenly Dragon Institute needing to train their bodies like this. Could Feng'er have joined the Heavenly Dragon Institute... No, that's not right. The Heavenly Dragon Institute has strict admission policies, and once accepted, they would return to Heavenly Dragon Mountain with their master to train with their peers. It's impossible for him to still be staying in our Great Liang Village."

"However, to possess such physique and training methods, even if he can't reach the Heavenly Dragon Institute, he must be an extraordinary person. Feng'er, you are truly lucky..."

"No, it should be said that finally, a passing master wasn't blind and took notice of this piece of fine jade."

The Master of the Martial Arts School sighed with emotion. From his courtyard, the sound of a stone lock being swung to train his body, along with his son's muffled shouts, could be heard. He turned around and saw his son, wearing a short tunic, tossing and catching the stone lock, his muscles bulging. When he moved his fists and feet, the wind whistled. Anyone would praise him, calling him a strong young man.

He had originally been quite pleased that his son could train his body with this three-hundred-and-fifty-catty stone lock, thinking that he would surely be able to establish himself in the future and live comfortably.

But now, looking down at the marks left by the chains, and then thinking of the young man's steady demeanor, which was like a mountain standing firm despite his pale face, and hearing his son's shouts, he found them to be increasingly affected and jarring. His face darkened. He rolled up his sleeves and strode into the courtyard. The young man looked at his father and was about to speak when he was met with a torrent of scolding.

"Stop yelling! Yelling and yelling, are you trying to attract mates? I told you to practice martial arts, not your voice! Look at Wang Anfeng, how much better is he than you? Practicing with a three-hundred-catty stone lock at your age, aren't you ashamed? Tomorrow, I'll get you a five-hundred-catty one and train you properly!"

Five hundred catties?!

The smile on the young man's face instantly stiffened.

The Great Liang Mountain behind Great Liang Village was merely a small peak on the edge of a mountain range. Because there weren't many dangers, Wang Anfeng had run up and down it countless times when he was young. But this time, he had never felt the height of Great Liang Mountain so clearly. It took him about an hour to reach the usual spot for logging. He calmed his breathing slightly, then assumed a horse stance. His left hand formed a tiger claw guarding his waist, while his right hand turned into a fist. His momentum was as heavy as a mountain. After gathering his strength for a breath, he smashed it heavily onto the bark of the old tree.

CRACKLE!

With a punch, the iron chains clanged. The old tree shook violently. In the next instant, Wang Anfeng's left fist transformed into a palm strike. At the same time, his body spun sharply to the right, his right arm bent at the elbow, and the tip of his elbow unceremoniously smashed into the tree. The thirty-two forms of Shaolin Long Fist, lacking Inner Qi, were executed solely by muscle power. Because of the restraint of the chains on his body, every move and every style seemed to be a battle against himself. Only by mobilizing all his muscles could he prevent his movements from becoming deformed and particularly effective.

As a result, in just a short time, Wang Anfeng felt his muscles aching intensely. He let out a light sigh and found that the feeling of his muscles being filled with Inner Qi had dissipated significantly. He frowned slightly, took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom, tilted his head back, and swallowed a Qi Gathering Pill. After meditating for a while, his body was once again filled with Inner Qi, and he stood up again, letting out a clear shout as he swung his fist at the tree.

The iron chains clanged, and the sound of fists colliding with tree trunks grew heavier.

Not far from there, a group of middle-aged men were chopping wood with axes. The man leading them had streaks of white at his temples. Hearing the booming sounds, his expression changed slightly. He signaled to the men behind him, telling them to stop their work. After listening for a moment, his expression grew more solemn, and he said in a low voice:

"Let's go, we're heading down the mountain today, no more chopping."

A stout man frowned:

"What's wrong, Sixth Master? We haven't chopped down many trees today, and now we're going back? We won't even earn enough for a few drinks with our meal..."

That Sixth Master glanced at him sideways and grinned:

"That noise, it's probably a black bear smashing into trees."

"Food for drinks?! I think you want to be its food for drinks. Let's go, let's go, let's take a smaller path back to the village. Winter is approaching, and black bears are becoming more active. Except for when they're giving birth, these are the most dangerous days of the year. If you run into one, it's a death sentence. It'll be much better once it gets colder."

Mentioning the black bears before winter, everyone shivered uncontrollably and said no more. They followed Sixth Master, took a shortcut, and quickly descended the mountain.