The sect will not remain indifferent to his behavior, because his actions can be seen as a slap in the face to the Dongyang Sect, or to put it bluntly, bullying others by abusing its power.
"We've arrived. This is my home now."
Wang Dazhu led Li Boyang to the front of one of the small courtyards.
"Dad, you're back."
Just as they reached the gate, a little boy, about seven or eight years old and as delicate as a porcelain doll, ran out of the yard and pounced on Wang Dazhu.
"Tongtong, quickly call him uncle."
When Wang Dazhu saw his son, a smile naturally appeared on his face. He picked his son up and carried him on his shoulders.
Hello, Uncle.
"This is a gift from your uncle, I'm giving it to you."
Li Boyang reached out and pinched the little boy's cheek, then rummaged in his pocket and placed three spirit stones in the little boy's palm.
These three spirit stones were a gift from Wang Fei as an apology, and Li Boyang gave them all to the little boy at once.
"Tongtong, give the things back to your uncle."
Just as the little boy was about to accept it, Wang Dazhu stopped him. It was a Yuan Stone; how could he not recognize it? This gift was too precious.
"Take it. You have taught me, and besides, I don't need it now."
Li Boyang ignored all that and grabbed the little boy's hand, making him hold the Yuan Stone.
Aren't you going to let me into your house for a cup of tea?
Seeing that Wang Dazhu was still hesitating, Li Boyang simply changed the subject.
"Okay, consider it a loan from me."
"Wife, we have guests. Come and serve them."
Wang Dazhu ultimately decided to accept the Yuan Stone because he really needed it.
As soon as Li Boyang stepped into the courtyard, he saw a woman dressed in embroidered clothes. Her features were well-proportioned, and although she was not particularly beautiful, she was very simple and unpretentious, clearly a capable homemaker.
"This is my wife, Dongmei."
Holding the child in one arm, Wang Dazhu took the woman's hand with the other and introduced her, "Li Boyang, my friend and former colleague."
"Hello, sister-in-law."
Li Boyang nodded politely to the other party and said, "You are very fortunate to have a virtuous wife, Dazhu."
"Please come inside and sit down. I'll make you some tea."
The woman named Dongmei handed over the child, giving the space to Li Boyang and Wang Dazhu.
The two sat down inside the house. Li Boyang looked at the furnishings; they were simple but neat, indicating that the family could make a living. He wondered why Wang Dazhu wanted to go to the arena to fight.
Seeing that the other party didn't speak, he didn't intend to play it safe either. After a moment of silence, Wang Dazhu spoke first:
"I never imagined that you would be close to the Qi Refining Realm in just half a year."
Martial artists are naturally interested in the topic of martial arts training. Wang Dazhu didn't ask Li Boyang why he was there, but was more interested in his current strength.
"It's a long story, but I had a remarkable encounter and am now just one step away from the Qi Refining Realm."
He didn't acquire his strength in just four months; it took him over ten years. However, the intricacies of this process couldn't be explained directly, so he could only gloss over it.
Li Boyang didn't intend to dwell on this topic and instead asked, "What about you? Weren't you in Jiuhua Kingdom? Why are you in Donghua Kingdom?"
"Dongmei is from Donghua Kingdom. Anyang City is destroyed, and I am all alone. I simply took the child and left."
Wang Dazhu was referring to the beast tide in Anyang City, which had turned the entire city into ruins.
"Then why do you want to go to the gladiatorial arena? Are you short of money?"
This is something that Li Boyang finds very puzzling. Wang Dazhu is a man with a family to support. What could drive him to have the courage to fight to the death in the arena?
Wang Dazhu gave a self-deprecating laugh:
“Tongtong is of school age now, and I want him to go to the best school, but I’m just a martial arts practitioner with no real skills, so I can only try my luck there.”
Li Boyang understood after Wang Dazhu said that. In ancient times, there was the story of Mencius' mother moving three times, just to provide a good learning environment for her child.
In a place like the arena, as long as you don't die, fame aside, the profits are still very substantial. It's no wonder that Wang Dazhu dared to take the gamble for the sake of his child's better education. However, due to Li Boyang's intervention, although Blood Hand died, Wang Dazhu did not receive the prize money that was rightfully his.
It's no wonder that Wang Dazhu was conflicted about whether to accept the spirit stones he had given to the child. Logically speaking, he had only taught Li Boyang a little bit of basic skills, which was far less valuable than those spirit stones, so he shouldn't have accepted them. But he needed them so badly.
At this point, Wang Dazhu recalled what had happened in the arena and said with some worry:
"I hope what happened just now won't cause you any trouble."
Although it seemed that Li Boyang had won, and in the end the gladiators in the arena had to apologize to him obediently, he was still somewhat worried.
He knew how powerful the arena was after he went there to participate in the fights, and he was afraid that the arena would continue to cause trouble for Li Boyang afterward.
"I am now a disciple of the Dongyang Sect. I am wearing the skin of the Dongyang Sect, so they dare not cause me any trouble."
Li Boyang chuckled. People on different levels naturally have different perspectives. Wang Dazhu's worries were completely unnecessary in his eyes. He was afraid that the management of the arena would not have an easy time either. The Second Prince's anger would not be directed at him, but would be directed at the arena.
"Let's not talk about these troublesome things. It's like we've met an old friend in a foreign land. I still have some wine at home. Let's drink until we drop tonight."