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Chapter 1 Life is as worthless as grass
"Young Master, the old master's body is barely cold, and they've already started coveting the Hidden Sword Manor's foundation! This is utterly outrageous!"
Inside the Hidden Sword Manor in Qingzhou, an old man with glaring eyes was carefully keeping an eye on a thin young boy.
The boy was pale and unsteady on his feet, seemingly feeling weak.
Seeing that the boy remained silent, the old man whispered words of comfort once more.
"Young master, rest assured, this old servant will fight to the death to prevent them from succeeding!"
"Uncle Tong, you've worked hard."
"This old servant is not tired, young master, you are the one who is tired."
"Sigh!" The old man sighed softly as he saw the pale-faced boy who had just woken up from his coma.
If it weren't for those bastards relentlessly pressing him, how could the young master have fainted? Now that he's awake, he even looks somewhat dazed and confused.
"Young Master, please rest more and take good care of your health. With this old servant here, what is yours will not be taken away by anyone!"
After comforting the boy, he hurriedly left. The entire manor was in turmoil, and he had to step in constantly to maintain order.
After the old man left, the boy finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Who would have thought that Shen Che, a young man from the 21st century, would become the young master of Cangjian Manor in the blink of an eye?
The Hidden Sword Manor of Qingzhou is renowned throughout the entire martial arts world.
However, things are indeed brewing at Cangjian Manor now.
Some time ago, the old lord led a group of his elite guards north to Yuanzhou for a banquet, but they were suddenly attacked on their way back.
Not only did the old master die, but all his trusted confidants were also wiped out.
He was the eldest son and only heir of the old manor lord, and logically, he should have been the rightful successor.
Unfortunately, he has been frail and sickly since childhood, and has not yet been able to comprehend internal energy.
A useless person who can't even kill a chicken would be the subject of gossip even in a family of scholars and officials, let alone in this cutthroat world of martial arts.
His uncles, who were born out of wedlock, wanted to hold a clan meeting on the grounds that he was unable to shoulder the heavy responsibility, in order to remove him from his position as heir.
According to custom, one observes a three-year mourning period and assumes responsibility for affairs after one hundred days.
But his uncles clearly didn't want to wait too long; they wanted to appoint a new successor and take over the reins a month later.
Now they are actively networking within the resort, and many people have clearly wavered.
Shen Che guessed that his predecessor was probably able to come here because he lost his only support and suffered from excessive pressure due to internal and external troubles, which led to his mental breakdown.
With only a dozen days left in January, he didn't have much time left.
His thoughts drifted into the system in his mind, the thing that had come with him, called the Investment System, which Shen Che preferred to call the Big Capitalist System.
Its greatest function is to search for other worlds, identify investment targets, sign contracts, and then wait to complete the transaction, recover capital, and use it to support itself.
"System, begin the search!"
Countless starlight flashed through my mind, and my divine sense was quickly drawn into one of the starlights.
In the blink of an eye, a quaint little county town appeared before us.
At his current level, he can only cover about a county town. He continues to zoom in with his divine sense, searching the entire county town.
Soon, Shen Che locked onto a figure, someone who was almost the most talented person in the county.
In a small county town, there is still a piece of jade.
Under the setting sun, a young boy is diligently practicing a completely incomplete sword technique.
The so-called sword in his hand was nothing more than a sword tip that had been barely sharpened and fixed in place by a wooden board.
It must have been a fragment of a broken sword that they picked up from somewhere.
Even with such a sword in his hand, the boy still cherished it greatly, and he never forgot to protect it carefully while practicing swordsmanship.
The boy's leg was clearly crippled, completely unable to exert any force, and had even become a burden.
In order to perform difficult moves, he even tied himself to ropes and practiced clumsily again and again.
He fell repeatedly, his body covered in bruises and his face bleeding, but he gritted his teeth and got up each time.
"Lu Sheng, stop training! You can't beat them!"
A similarly thin girl was looking at the other person with a worried expression.
"My aunt was also raped and killed by them, and my parents were beaten to death right in front of me."
"I have nothing left. I need revenge. I can't stop!"
The boy practiced tirelessly, his movements never ceasing, only offering one response. It was as if he were answering the girl, or perhaps encouraging himself.
He dared not close his eyes, for as soon as he did, the scene from the past seemed to appear right before his eyes.
"Lu Sheng, if all else fails, we can always sue the authorities!"
"Sue the authorities?" Pointing to his lame leg, Lu Sheng smiled bitterly, "This leg of mine was broken when I tried to sue the authorities!"
"They said they had their eye on my aunt's extremely powerful and wealthy family, and that getting involved with her was a blessing and an honor for our family!"
"They were just passing through our village and stopped at our house for a rest. They saw my aunt, and without saying a word, several of them raped her."
"My parents tried to stop them, but they beat them to death, and I was kicked unconscious."
"When I woke up, it was all gone, nothing was left."
"What kind of honor is this? What kind of blessing is this!"
Lu Sheng could never forget the scene of his parents' tragic death, or his aunt's body covered in wounds and her empty, desperate eyes.
The thought of those things makes the hatred in my heart surge up again.
"I'm just a powerless commoner; nobody will care about me. If I go to the authorities, I'll only be trampled underfoot, crushed into the mud!"
"If I want revenge, I can only do it myself!"
Gripping the broken sword tightly in his hand, Lu Sheng wiped the sweat from his brow with his muddy sleeve and continued practicing.
"Did you hear that? This kid says he wants revenge? That's hilarious!"
Suddenly, a mocking voice rang out, followed by a young figure leading several lackeys who walked over arrogantly.
"So, you're the one who went to report it to the authorities?"
The young man glanced at Lu Sheng, his disdain growing stronger. "Do you even know who you're suing?"
"That's a big shot from the capital, do you think a nobody like you can pull off such a scam?"
I understand now. This isn't his enemy, but someone who wants to curry favor with those who are his enemies.
Seeing that Lu Sheng did not respond, the young man snorted and waved his hand casually.
"If he's lame in one leg, then break his other leg too."
"You're just a lowly commoner, your life is worthless, yet you dare to sue the authorities. People like you should just rot in the mud!"
Several thugs immediately stepped forward. These men were burly and strong, and were obviously skilled in martial arts.
Faced with the attack from several people, a ruthless glint flashed in Lu Sheng's eyes.
At this moment, his heart was already filled with hatred, and this sudden provocation gave him a place to vent.
However, reality seems to be crueler than imagined.
His sword was fast, but it didn't seem very effective.
He only managed to stab one of them in a split second, and then stabbed the other while changing moves. But just as he was about to change moves again, he was kicked to the ground.
Punches and kicks rained down on him, and the tattered sword in his hand was kicked away.
In just a few moments, he was covered in wounds, his face was a bloody mess, and he didn't even have the strength to get up.
"Don't hit him! Don't hit him!"
The girl next to her tried to stop her, but was pushed to the ground, which drew everyone's attention.
"Hey, don't let her shabby clothes fool you, she's actually pretty good-looking!"
Several people seemed to understand the young man's thoughts instantly, and immediately stepped forward and pinned the girl to the ground.
"Let her go! Let her go!"
Seeing the girl being held down, the familiar scene of his aunt from back then, now the girl, seemed to replay in his mind.
Lu Sheng's eyes widened instantly, and the intense grief and hatred almost filled his chest.
"Let go? Hahaha, this kid wants us to let go!"
"Kid, who do you think you are?!"
The young man slapped Lu Sheng's face repeatedly, then stood up laughing and walked straight to the girl, pulling her in front of him.
No matter how much the girl struggled, it was to no avail; instead, it only made him laugh even more wildly.
"Pry his eyes open and make him stare wide-eyed, so he can really see my majesty!"
"I'll go first, then you all follow. There's enough for everyone!"
After saying that, the young man stopped wasting words and took action.
All that remained were the sounds of clothes being torn apart, the girl's wails, and Lu Sheng's hoarse and useless roars.
Time passed very slowly, and Lu Sheng felt as if his heart was being whipped and ravaged again and again.
In the end, he didn't even have the strength to make a sound.
After finishing everything, the young man leisurely tidied his clothes, looking at Lu Sheng, who was clearly exhausted but still staring at him with hatred.
"Hahaha, look at him! Tsk tsk, so pitiful!"
"He's even learning to practice swordsmanship!" The young man casually drew his sword, stepped forward, and slashed at Lu Sheng's right hand.
"Practice swordsmanship, I'll let you practice!"
The extreme pain pierced his nerves, causing Lu Sheng to roar out again.
However, his voice was so hoarse that even his shouts were barely audible.
"Kid, your life is worth less than a blade of grass, and you still want revenge? How laughable!"
"Let's go! By the way, this girl's pretty good, we'll come again next time, and tell her to get a proper wash. Haha!"
"Young master, why not kill him? Keeping him alive is just asking for trouble."
"Kill him? You don't understand those powerful people. If I killed him, I wouldn't even be worthy of being remembered."
"Only by living, even if it's a living hell, can he leave an impression, and only then can we have a chance to establish even the slightest connection!"
"As long as he lives a humble and miserable life, as long as those influential people remember him occasionally, even for a moment, I've already gained something!"
With arrogant words, the young man's figure gradually disappeared into the distance, leaving only two struggling figures in the same spot.
The girl tried desperately to pull her clothes over her body, but the clothes had already been torn into strips.
She could only use her last bit of strength to turn her head away, as if only in this way could she preserve a sliver of her innocence.