I Just Hated Trouble—So I'd Beat Them All into Submission

A man entered Xinhang Martial University's campus hospital with an ugly expression.

He had heard that his nephew had been injured and hospitalized at Xinhang Martial University, so he had rushed over without stopping.

Yet the moment he stepped inside, all he heard were cries of agony filling the courtyard.

"What's going on? Why has the hospital been packed these past few days? Why is my son's bed out by the roadside?!"

"What? All five hundred beds in the martial university hospital are full?"

A middle-aged man wove through the crowd. Listening to the groans all around him and seeing the temporary bedding laid out along the roadside, his face was filled with astonishment, and his heart pounded with fear.

"What happened recently?" He casually stopped a student to ask. The student was covered in plaster casts and even had a urine bag hanging from him. He looked utterly miserable.

"It was that madman from the Jiangnan Martial Faction. He beat down everyone who opposed the Jiangnan Martial Faction by himself... I..."

As he spoke, the student trembled involuntarily, his eyes full of terror.

"What the hell?"

"One person?"

"Beat down whom?"

The Jiangnan Martial Faction... The man froze slightly, his face turning livid.

He remembered that his nephew's message had also mentioned those "bastards from the Jiangnan Martial Faction."

Upon arriving at the ward, he immediately spotted Lin Haisheng, whose right arm was suspended in a brace.

"Uncle! Wuwuwu..."

Seeing his uncle arrive, Lin Haisheng naturally burst into heart-wrenching sobs.

Lin Haisheng's uncle, Chang Yun, was one of Xinhang Martial University's suppliers of consumable materials. He was responsible for procuring many research materials.

He himself was also a junior War General! Neither his strength nor his status could be underestimated!

"How did your joint get broken this badly?!"

"Will it... recover in the future?" Chang Yun stared at the hospital report in shock.

The joints in his right hand had suffered comminuted fractures, and many bone fragments had entered the nerves. Although they had been removed, whether he could ever recover fully remained uncertain.

"Uncle, you have to seek justice for me! He attacked me for no reason in the Dragonspine Corridor!"

"Does he have any background?" Chang Yun blurted out. His first reaction made Lin Haisheng's heart sink.

Lin Haisheng stammered, "He... he was specially recruited to study here. He was recommended by the Chaos Martial Arts Hall... He used to belong to the Jiangnan Martial Faction."

"How did you offend him?!" Chang Yun's anger immediately surged.

Recommended by the Chaos Martial Arts Hall—the weight those words carried could crush countless factions!

One had to know that even martial university graduates were not guaranteed entry into the Chaos Martial Arts Hall!

At the end of the day, martial universities were merely educational institutions! How could their overall strength possibly compete with the Chaos Martial Arts Hall?

The Lin Family and the Chang Family could not be considered martial clans. They merely had a little backing. There was not even a War God among them, and the strongest person in their families was only at the level of a War King. How could they afford to get involved in something like this?!

"Go apologize to him! How could you possibly provoke someone with such a brilliant future? Speak! What happened?"

Chang Yun was no fool. With barely any thought, he knew his nephew had likely been caught up in some kind of scheme.

"I... I..." Lin Haisheng did not dare say a word. Zhang Liping had warned him.

If you mention me, you will die.

Just six short words, yet they felt so real.

At the end of the day, Lin Haisheng was merely Sister Zhang's lackey... Her help was the reason he could run this business at school. Relying on his family alone, he would never have gotten a bite of this pie.

"Uncle, I can't say... If I say it, I'll die."

Chang Yun immediately felt dizzy and covered Lin Haisheng's mouth.

"Your uncle understands... Don't get involved in this sort of thing again. Your uncle will go apologize."

The Jiangnan Martial Faction's teaching district.

After Chu Wen had spent three days touring the campus, a rare period of peace finally arrived here.

Some students had also regained their spirits and begun diligently studying the various combat techniques of Jiangnan Martial University.

When Jiangnan Martial University relocated, it had brought along numerous martial arts combat techniques that could not be digitally recorded, all to preserve its martial arts legacy.

Though they could not compare to what Xinhang provided, they were just right for students with ordinary talent.

After all, on the martial path, only what suited one's own potential was best. Even if an unparalleled combat technique lay before you, if you could not even get started with it in your entire life, it would only be a waste of time.

Chen Dai sat inside a temporarily repaired martial arts room, with only Chu Wen beside him.

"Once I've taught you, I'll officially begin studying at Xinhang Martial University. I might not be able to look after you all afterward, so you'd better have the ability to protect yourself."

"Carry this banner high!"

What Chu Wen was teaching Chen Dai was precisely the Primordial Origin Breathing Method.

During this period, the Primordial Origin Breathing Method's progress had also improved slightly.

Beginner (71%)

Chu Wen maintained a schedule of two cycles each in the morning, noon, and evening, for a total of six cycles a day, slowly advancing its progress.

He could not teach Chen Dai the Chaos Breathing Method, but the Primordial Origin Breathing Method was no issue.

Still, to avoid creating needless trouble, Chu Wen reminded Chen Dai that he absolutely could not practice the Breathing Method in front of outsiders, or it would cause a huge uproar.

Chen Dai nodded in agreement. He only listened to Brother Wen.

After two straight days of explanation, Chen Dai finally managed to barely memorize the breathing pattern of the Primordial Origin Breathing Method and perform a single cycle. He was still some distance away from the beginner level.

However, after performing a cycle, his entire body would go limp, leaving him unable to move. Thus, Chu Wen instructed him to perform it only before bed each day, lest something happen.

During the process of teaching Chen Dai, Chu Wen also gained a deeper understanding of the Primordial Origin Breathing Method.

When performing a cycle, his breathing became somewhat smoother. Performing six cycles each day no longer placed as great a burden on his body as before.

When he walked out of the martial arts room, he ran into several teachers from Jiangnan Martial University.

Among them was Li Wan, the female teacher from that day.

Li Wan first thanked Chu Wen for stepping in to help her that day. Then, an older man beside her, Su Zhenghe, spoke. "Chu Wen, I'm also glad that you were specially recruited into Xinhang, but by doing this, I'm afraid you've brought trouble upon yourself..."

"Xinhang Martial University is a crouching tiger, hidden dragon. The people you've encountered so far are nothing but jumping clowns."

Su Zhenghe was deeply grateful for what Chu Wen had done, but the Jiangnan Martial Faction would, in the end, still disappear completely.

He was the only War General-level martial artist who had remained here. The other surviving War General-level martial artists had mostly chosen to join Xinhang's factions and no longer had anything to do with the Jiangnan Martial Faction.

As for the War King-level martial artists, they had given up on the campus entirely and chosen to enter the martial arts hall system. He understood their thinking—

The martial university was already gone. Their only true enemies were demonic beasts!

But Su Zhenghe did not want the martial university's legacy to vanish!

Jiangnan Martial University's legacy did not deserve to fall into oblivion!

He and these injured, disabled teachers had reached an agreement: at the very least, they had to establish a foothold for the Jiangnan Martial Faction here!

Even if it took an entire lifetime, they would leave Jiangnan Martial University's path behind in this place.

That was how the Jiangnan Society came to be, how Chen Dai came to be, and how everything that followed came to be.

Had Chu Wen not appeared, the Jiangnan Society might have ended right there.

"Thank you."

Several older teachers bowed to Chu Wen one after another. The hot blood in their chests had finally found a direction.

Chu Wen merely said with a smile, "I just hated trouble. I'd beat them all into submission."

The group exchanged knowing smiles, and Chu Wen's words eased the atmosphere considerably.

What Chu Wen had done over the past few days—

Had also stirred up the entire Xinhang Martial University campus.

Several faction leaders of Xinhang Martial University held a meeting through their optical computers.

"Principal, this Chu Wen you recruited has truly turned the school upside down..."

"I heard every bed in the campus hospital is full. Hahaha."

"Didn't you all hope from the start that Jiangnan Martial University would give the students a sense of crisis?"

"Well, doesn't Chu Wen perfectly fulfill your wishes?"

"It's no good for the next generation to keep getting worse. They need some outside force to push them forward."

"Chu Wen can unite the hearts of the Jiangnan Martial Faction. One day, perhaps he might even unite the hearts of Xinhang Martial University..."

Yang Tianlong stood at the highest point of the Dragonspine Corridor and closed the optical computer's meeting.

He looked out over the martial university's temporary teaching district. "Only through conflict can there be growth."

Only then could hearts be united!