Linjiang No. 1, Ye Ling's Decision

"Liang, I've got something to do. Talk later."

Ye Fan frowned slightly.

"Alright, Godfather... no, Brother Ye. Go ahead."

Zhou Liang had noticed that something was off with Ye Fan as well.

No matter what, today he had become Ye Fan's first visitor after Ye Fan made a name for himself in Jiangning City.

He could pop up in the class group and show off again. Just thinking about it made him excited.

After hanging up, Ye Fan quickly ran toward his old home.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

Now that his Vitality Value had reached 248 calories, Ye Fan could move at over 20 meters per second, like a nimble cheetah.

With an effortless leap, he cleared ten steps.

Ye Fan's home was on the seventh floor of a run-down residential complex.

In just a few breaths, Ye Fan arrived outside the door.

The old-fashioned yellow decor gave off a heavy sense of bygone years.

In less than seventy square meters of cramped space, the family of four, along with Jin Lian, had once squeezed into this tiny home.

"You shameless bastard, move aside."

Ye Ling snapped.

"Hehe, little sister, don't be in such a hurry.

You still owe me rent, and I've asked around. Your family emptied its coffers to treat your father's illness.

If you're willing, I can let you live here for free. How about it?"

A fat, greasy man wore a lecherous expression.

His eyes, ringed with dark circles, roamed over Ye Ling's slender, budding figure, even beneath her school uniform.

There was even a poorly dressed woman standing nearby, watching meekly.

Yet she did not dare stop the man's behavior in the slightest.

Rage surged within Ye Fan.

This was the sorrow of little people at the bottom. Now that martial arts flourished, strength reigned supreme.

Yet there were still plenty of scum colluding in filth, trampling upon the bottom line of this era.

"Ye Ling!"

Ye Fan called out in a low, powerful voice.

The shout startled the fat man. Taking the opportunity, Ye Ling ran to Ye Fan's side and explained everything to him.

He had heard his mother mention before that, in order to treat Father's illness, they had borrowed money from every relative they could.

But many relatives who loved the rich and despised the poor had cut ties with Ye Fan's family as though avoiding a plague.

With no other choice, Mother had sold their home at a dirt-cheap price.

They had not handed over the house yet, and had agreed to move out today.

But only that evening had Ye Ling come over to pack their things.

She happened to run into the new landlord, the fat, greasy man. Seeing Ye Ling so youthful and fresh as water, he had developed the urge to harass her.

At the same time.

The fat, greasy man was startled when he saw Ye Fan.

This kid was tall and powerfully built, with an extraordinary presence.

Even just standing there, he gave the man a heart-palpitating feeling, as though he were facing some terrifying big shot.

"Little brother, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. I was just joking around with little sister..."

The fat, greasy man's mung-bean-sized eyes darted about as he rubbed his hands together.

"Misunderstanding my ass..."

Slap!

Ye Fan snorted coldly, but his tall body moved with lightning speed.

With a crisp slap, the fat, greasy man felt heaven and earth buzzing. Teeth mixed with blood flew through the air.

His entire body was sent spinning away as if struck by a heavy blow.

"Wuwu, please stop hitting him."

The woman who had been so meek earlier dropped to her knees and begged Ye Fan for mercy.

Ye Fan gave the woman a sorrowful glance, then took their belongings with Ye Ling.

The fat man curled up in the corner like a beaten stray dog, groaning in pain.

For an instant, Ye Fan caught the flash of resentment in his eyes.

"I'll give you my home address. If you're not convinced, come find me!"

Ding.

Ye Fan directly swiped the housing card Wu Xie had given him against his Martial Artist Watch.

A crisp activation chime sounded. "Welcome, honored martial artist Ye Fan, to Villa No. 17 of Linjiang No. 1."

"Holy shit... the inner city... Lin... jiang... No. 1?!"

The fat, lecherous man clutched his swollen pig-head-like face, his expression full of shock.

A martial artist?

Linjiang No. 1?

That was the most high-end villa district in the inner city. It was not somewhere one could live merely by having money; one also had to be among the most distinguished people in Jiangning City!

Compared to it, the house they had just bought was as far apart as clouds and mud!

"Honey, look. Didn't that young man just now resemble the Heroic Youth reported in the news not long ago...?"

At those words.

The fat man with dark circles around his eyes shuddered violently, his whole body trembling like chaff in a sieve, his fat rippling.

A wet patch spread beneath him.

"Ah... so rank, so stinky..."

"Brother, I want to practice martial arts too."

With the auto-navigation function activated, the siblings sat inside the million-Huaxia-Coin "Wendao" car.

Ye Ling spoke seriously.

"Heh, you never cared this much about martial arts before. Tell me, what happened?"

Ye Fan chuckled, looking at Ye Ling indulgently.

In truth, he had never intended to force Ye Ling onto the path of martial arts.

After all, although the Human Race had set off a frenzy of evolution.

Martial arts were still filled with countless dangers and challenges.

One careless mistake could cost someone their life.

Living an ordinary life to the end was not necessarily a bad kind of happiness.

"Because whether it was the incident at the school gate today, or the harassment from that disgusting fat man just now.

If I had enough strength, I could have prevented all of it and killed it at its source."

"And that's not all.

Martial arts are flourishing now. Many people and matters have stepped beyond the bounds of rules. I don't want to become a lamb waiting for slaughter when the crucial moment comes."

"Also, I want to protect Father and Mother, to protect our little family. I don't want you to be so tired either, Brother."

Ye Ling looked at Ye Fan with her watery eyes as she spoke.

Warmth filled Ye Fan's heart. His younger sister had gone through many things and grown up.

"Alright. Once we're settled, I'll teach you stance training."

Ye Fan nodded.

Even if Ye Ling lost her motivation in the future, strengthening her vitality, improving her health, and extending her lifespan would still be a good thing.

"Yay!"

Like a lark, Ye Ling chirped excitedly.

"Oh, right, Brother. Why didn't Sister Jin Lian come back with you?"

Ye Ling had a premonition.

Ye Fan told Ye Ling about what had happened at the Jiangnan Martial University Trial Camp.

The little girl was instantly so angry that her cheeks puffed up like buns.

"Despicable ungrateful wretch! Shameless!"

"I had already sensed that Jin Lian was very ambitious. Our home couldn't hold her."

"Hmph. Once I learn martial arts, one day I'll demand justice for everything Brother, Father, and Mother gave!"

Ye Ling waved her tiny fists angrily.

"Good. Brother believes in you."

Ye Fan rubbed Ye Ling's little head and smiled.

If this had happened before, he would have been furious too.

But now that he possessed the Sign-in Enlightenment System, he was full of hope for his future in martial arts.

Jin Lian had not been wrong about one thing: they were no longer people of the same world.

In the future, she would be beyond his reach!

Soon, amid the siblings' conversation, they arrived at the private parking garage of Villa No. 17 in Linjiang No. 1.

They swiped the card and entered the villa.

The furnishings and facilities inside left the siblings utterly stunned...