The Useless Cause Trouble

"Sheng'er, you've become a disciple of the Martial Academy? Where did you get the money for tuition? You absolutely cannot steal from the estate! Absolutely not!"

Wang Sheng's mother, Madam Han, who had been cooking, became extremely nervous upon hearing Wang Sheng's words. Her face was filled with panic as she scurried over, grabbed Wang Sheng's hand, her eyes welling up with tears, and asked incessantly.

Stealing from the Li Manor would truly get someone killed.

"You little brat! I'll beat you to death! How dare you steal!"

Father Wang was very drunk and rambled about beating him, but he could barely stand.

"Fourth Madam rewarded me! I saved up the reward money and registered as a disciple of the Martial Academy."

Wang Sheng said.

This tuition fee was partly because Fourth Madam wanted to compensate and appease him, giving him ten taels of silver. Secondly, for the past half-month, he had also satisfied Fourth Madam, which earned him some rewards.

"It's not stolen, it's not stolen, that's good, that's good!"

Madam Han believed him and immediately relaxed, murmuring to herself.

She had been sweating profusely from fear just moments ago.

Suddenly, she quietly took a small piece of black silver from her waist and slipped it into Wang Sheng's hand.

"Don't let your father see. Sheng'er, eat something good outside. Practicing martial arts is definitely tough. If you can't do it, just come back."

Madam Han secretly glanced at Father Wang, who was drunk on the bed, and spoke in a low voice, daring not to let him hear.

Wang Sheng clenched the piece of silver in his hand, his expression quite complex.

It was true that he was a transmigrator, but after half a month of interaction, he had seen Madam Han's sincere care for him.

All the money in the household was spent by Father Wang on drinking and socializing. Mother Madam Han had always been indecisive, only following Father Wang's lead. The copper coins the Li Manor distributed monthly were all collected by Father Wang.

The piece of silver Madam Han had saved was likely accumulated by picking up odd jobs, one copper coin at a time. This money was probably meant for Wang Sheng's benefit.

"Mother, I will definitely bring you out of the Li Manor and give you a good life."

Wang Sheng said.

Since he had taken over this body, he saw no harm in doing what he could.

Madam Han had already hurried back to cook. Hearing Wang Sheng's words, she didn't pay much attention, merely responding casually.

In the pot were a few chicken bones being boiled, mixed with bran and a little high- sorg hum flour.

"I'm serious!"

Wang Sheng said helplessly.

He saw Madam Han ladle two bowls of congee, mixed with bran and a few scraps of meat from the chicken bones, for himself and Father Wang, while she herself still ate the thinnest and least amount of congee.

This foolish woman, this foolish mother!

"Okay, okay, really! Mother believes you. Hurry and hide the silver."

Madam Han said with a smile, very pleased that Sheng'er had truly become sensible. She spoke in a low voice and carried the food towards Father Wang.

Madam Han helped Father Wang up and was about to feed him some hot congee.

Father Wang was still mumbling, "What nonsense about practicing martial arts! You, Wang Sheng, are destined to be a servant your whole life. Even the young masters of the Li family couldn't persist, spending over a hundred taels of silver and still not becoming martial artists. What are you? You won't succeed! It's all a waste of effort! Accept your fate!"

Wang Sheng's expression turned ugly. He clenched his fists. He didn't argue with the drunkard but instead strengthened his resolve to practice martial arts.

Everyone was not optimistic about him; everyone believed he should be a servant.

But he had Heavenly Dao rewards diligence.

It was just a matter of effort!

Wang Sheng felt as if he had returned to the Gaokao in his previous life, creating a strict training plan for himself.

Ershui City.

Zhao Family Martial Arts Academy.

As dawn was just breaking and the academy was opening, Wang Sheng, who had been waiting outside, walked in.

"Junior Brother Wang, so early!"

The one who opened the gate was a young man. He was the son of the academy's master, Master Zhao, Zhao Feipeng, and also the second senior brother to Wang Sheng and the others.

"Greetings, Senior Brother!"

Wang Sheng cupped his fists in a salute.

"Mm, go in."

Zhao Feipeng yawned, nodded casually, and turned back into the house, paying him no further mind.

Zhao Feipeng had some impression of Wang Sheng – a boy from a humble background who was very diligent.

However, Master Zhao had tested Wang Sheng's martial arts aptitude and found it to be mid-lower. This was predetermined. In two months, if Wang Sheng could not enter the martial path, he would be expelled from the academy.

New disciples had a two-month trial period. If they couldn't enter the path within two months, it meant they had no talent at all, and the academy wouldn't accept them even if they paid, to avoid affecting their reputation.

Therefore, Zhao Feipeng was too lazy to waste words and time with Wang Sheng, trying to curry favor.

He was just a country bumpkin living in a fantasy, and in two months, they would be people from different worlds.

Inside the spacious courtyard paved with bluestone, only a few dozen wooden dummies, iron mannequins, and some weapon racks stood.

The early morning wind was still a bit cold. Taking a breath of the frigid air cleared Wang Sheng's mind considerably.

After finishing a set of basic fist techniques to warm up, Wang Sheng stood before a wooden dummy. He practiced the Mountain Standing Stake Technique while sparring with the dummy, honing his Great Tablet Shattering Hand.

This was the renowned ultimate martial art of the Zhao Family Martial Arts Academy, the Great Tablet Shattering Hand. Legend had it that Master Zhao once uprooted a large tree with his bare hands and swept away dozens of bandits in a single move without sustaining any injuries.

As Wang Sheng practiced his martial arts, a set of three lines of data, invisible to others, would appear before his eyes whenever he willed it.

[Heaven Rewards Diligence: Learning will surely lead to success.]

[Stone Stance Technique: Not yet initiated (11/100)]

[Great Tablet Shattering Hand: Not yet initiated (12/100)]

Six days had passed since Wang Sheng joined the Martial Academy.

Despite his diligent training, his progress wasn't very fast because his nutritional intake was insufficient. He had to rest for a while after every short training session, causing the Great Tablet Shattering Hand to only gain two progress points daily.

If not for Heavenly Dao's diligence, it would be impossible for an ordinary person to achieve stable progress every day.

If things continued like this, Wang Sheng would likely be able to meet the martial arts initiation requirements before the two-month deadline, allowing him to remain at the Martial Academy and become an official disciple.

However, if any mishap occurred, and he couldn't even guarantee two progress points daily, he might fail and be expelled from the Martial Academy.

Therefore, Wang Sheng dared not slacken, practicing diligently every day.

If he qualified early and pleased Master Zhao, he might even receive medicinal ointment to nourish his body and alleviate internal injuries from training.

After a while, A young woman named Wei Yu entered the Martial Academy. She was slender and tall, with an upright posture, exuding an air of heroic spirit. She possessed both feminine grace and a sense of power that blended strength and softness.

Wei Yu wore the Martial Academy disciple's gray training uniform, which accentuated her long legs and slender waist. Her chest was full, nearly rivaling that of mature women.

"Junior Brother Wang is really early!"

Wei Yu exclaimed in surprise. She was usually the first one to train. She hadn't expected anyone to be earlier than her.

"Greetings, Senior Sister!"

Wang Sheng retracted his palm techniques and said respectfully.

One had to know that this Senior Sister Wei Yu was beautiful, had long legs, a fiery temper, and had achieved minor success in martial arts long ago. One palm strike from her could leave a deep indentation on a wall, and hitting someone could almost certainly prove fatal.

"Mm!"

Wei Yu tilted her chin slightly, inadvertently displaying a hint of arrogance. She responded with a nasal sound, waved her hand, and gestured for Wang Sheng to move away. She then found an iron mannequin for herself and began her training.

At this moment, A young man named Sun Ping, who had joined the academy in the same batch as Wang Sheng, also entered the Martial Academy. Seeing that two people were already training in the courtyard, he was startled.

"Why are they so early!"

"I'm already early enough. Senior Sister Wei Yu is a genius, and she's this diligent. I must learn from her. But this Wang Sheng is really a case of the useless causing trouble. With his mid-lower aptitude, why is he up so early to train? What's the point? Is he deliberately ruining my plans?"

"I have mid-lower aptitude. If I'm the first one here every morning and train diligently, Master will surely notice me. Plus, if I can train alongside Senior Sister for a short while each day, maybe as we train, affection will blossom over time!"

Sun Ping cast a furtive glance at Wei Yu's figure, his gaze finally settling on Wang Sheng. He seethed with anger, resentment, and jealousy in his heart, feeling that Wang Sheng had ruined his plan to be the first to arrive, spend time with Senior Sister, and get noticed by Master.

Wang Sheng was unaware that even his slight effort was considered wrong and could offend petty people!