Vajra Stance

"Please accept this money, Sister-in-law. Your elder brother often helped me when he was around..."

"How can I accept your money for no reason? No! Absolutely not!"

"Taxes are due soon, and this little bit of money... sigh."

"(Sobbing)"

Lin Yin felt as if his head was filled with lead, heavy and numb. In a daze, he seemed to hear two unfamiliar voices.

It sounded like a man and a woman.

A woman?

He struggled to open his eyes, only to be met with an unfamiliar world.

Yellow-brown grass stalks layered upon each other, hanging from a decaying wooden frame. Freshly thatched tips still held dew, while the old ones had faded to a grayish-brown, revealing the bamboo strips beneath that formed the structure.

Was this thatch?

Where was this?

Lin Yin remembered clearly that he had been working overtime at the company. How could he suddenly be in this situation?

He tried to get up.

"Hiss—"

A sharp pain shot through his head, followed by a flood of unfamiliar memories. Li Yin's eyes widened involuntarily.

"I've transmigrated?"

This place was called Langshi Town, a small border town in the Tiancong Kingdom. His name in this life was also Lin Yin, and even his appearance was identical.

The original host was a poor scholar. His family's livelihood had always depended on his father, who worked hard at the Martial Arts School. While their life wasn't wealthy, it wasn't impoverished either.

However, a month ago, his father was ambushed by bandits on his way back from the Martial Arts School. He returned home severely injured and passed away a few days ago.

With the pillar of the family gone, and under such a blow, the original host was "invited" out by the clan. In a fit of anger and frustration, his blood pressure surged, and he took to his bed.

It was at this moment that Lin Yin transmigrated.

Before his thoughts could settle, a startled cry came from beside him.

"Yin'er! You're awake!"

A woman hurried over.

Tears welled up in her eyes. She carefully picked up a clay bowl from a worn wooden table nearby. It contained a thick, white soup.

As she brought it closer, a faint fishy smell could be detected.

Lin Yin frowned slightly. Having just processed the memories of this life, he knew it was fish soup. Although it didn't look appetizing, it was a rare source of meat at the moment.

Seeing the hopeful look in the woman's eyes, Lin Yin sighed inwardly. She didn't know yet that her son had already passed away.

Husband and son, gone one after another. In this chaotic world, only a lonely mother remained. How desolate.

He made up his mind and took the bowl and spoon with both hands.

"Mother... I'll do it myself."

"..."

Mother Wang nodded, her eyes teary as she watched her son drink the soup. The anxiety that had been gripping her heart finally eased.

The faint aroma of the fish soup wafted to her nose. She subconsciously swallowed, and when she noticed her son looking at her, she hastily turned her head away.

Although her reaction was quick, Lin Yin still noticed. He thought about how the mother and son had hastily moved and had only eaten rice bran for two days.

What was rice bran? It was just husks mixed with a little rice, tasteless and hard to swallow, usually fed to poultry and pigs.

"Mother, you should drink some too. I can't drink this much..."

He instinctively offered the bowl, but Mother Wang suddenly stood up.

"Drinking only soup won't fill you up. Mother will get you a bowl of rice."

Without giving Lin Yin a chance to say more, she hurried away. In a moment, she returned with another set of clay bowls, this time filled with white rice mixed with green vegetables.

"Your third uncle specially sent this. Eat it while it's hot."

Mother Wang's face was full of expectation, and she forced a smile onto her haggard face.

As long as her son could wake up and be healthy, she didn't dare to ask for anything more.

Third uncle...

Hearing this, Lin Yin's heart sank. Through the original host's memories, he knew that his so-called "third uncle" was not someone who cared about the original host.

Thinking about the recent family events, Li Yin, who had now fully assumed the identity, felt something was amiss.

While Lin Yin was pondering, Mother Wang also brought a small wooden stool and sat by his bedside, holding a bowl and chopsticks, stirring the rice.

A few vegetable leaves looked sparse on the small bowl of rice. It was clear that the woman had only put two leaves on the rice so that he wouldn't worry.

"Oh, right, Yin'er. I recently took on two sewing jobs from the cloth shop, so we have some income now!"

Mother Wang said excitedly, as if remembering something. She muttered that once she earned money, she would buy more books and continue to support Lin Yin's studies.

Reading...

Lin Yin remained silent, slowly eating the food in his bowl.

Having transmigrated to this ancient-like world, an ordinary person needed at least strength or skill to survive.

The best option was to achieve fame through officialdom. The original host wanted to change his fate by studying, but... how easy was it to study?

They say literature is for the poor and martial arts for the rich. Heh, without money, you couldn't even enter a school, let alone achieve fame.

And in Tiancong Kingdom, even if a poor family could enter a school and truly show promise, the path to the imperial court was fraught with peril. The intricacies of human relationships alone were difficult to describe, even from hearsay.

The original host's obsession with achieving fame was truly wishful thinking.

As for learning a trade or selling his labor... a blacksmith needed twenty years of "hiding his talent," and a kiln worker needed thirty years as an apprentice before obtaining a craftsman's registry.

In other professions... children from poor families who wanted to get ahead and get a piece of the pie often ended up beaten and injured at night.

In short, for the poor to stand out in this world... it was no different than climbing to heaven.

Well, a "heavenly opening" start!

"..."

Filtering the information in his mind, a bitter expression flashed across Lin Yin's face.

He pondered the knowledge from his past life, contemplating whether he could achieve something in this ancient-like world. Even if he couldn't achieve anything, he at least wanted to survive.

"Yin'er, it's my fault for being useless. I'll definitely find a way to earn money to support your studies..."

During a lull in his thoughts, Madam Wang noticed Lin Yin's absentminded look. Mistaking it for him not having recovered from the shock, she quickly comforted him.

"Mother, are you talking about sewing for a living?"

Lin Yin asked casually.

"Haha, you didn't expect your mother to have this skill, did you? Back in the day, for your father..."

The rambling voice echoed in his ears. Lin Yin finished his meal, and the hunger in his stomach had at least been somewhat alleviated.

His mother, Madam Wang, took the bowls and chopsticks and went to wash them.

Lin Yin sat up from the bed, his vision blurring, a strong sense of weakness making him nearly fall as soon as he got off the bed.

"This... to be so frail, I'm afraid I can't even do the simplest manual labor."

His expression was grim.

It made sense. The bran they were eating was usually fed to pigs and dogs; the previous host naturally didn't want to eat much of it.

Already a weak scholar, after several days of weakness, coupled with mental trauma, he had directly passed away. How good could this body be?

Fortunately... Madam Wang had been working. If she saw this scene, she would probably worry again.

Lin Yin adapted briefly and then walked around the room. It was a thatched hut of just over thirty square meters, visible from end to end at a glance.

Among the items placed in the middle of the room, a few stone blocks caught Lin Yin's attention.

These were tools his father had used for training when he was alive.

Wait, training?

Lin Yin's thoughts paused, and he suddenly strode to the wooden cabinet on the left side of the house. In the bottom drawer, he found a yellowed booklet.

"Vajra Stance..."

The martial arts in this world seemed different from what he remembered.

Certain scenes from his memory flashed by, showing his father "training." Lin Yin's heart skipped a beat, and he opened the booklet.

"Four-square stance rooted like a cast cauldron, reverse breath swallows gold and flows through the spine, embrace essence and condense qi to form mystic armor..."

After reciting the profound incantation, a golden light suddenly flashed in Lin Yin's mind:

[Heaven rewards diligence, and there will be achievements]

[Vajra Stance Mastery (1/100)]!

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