The old man's advice, the usual oppression from the wealthy family, and the daily bowing down for the sake of making a living—these three questions were directed at his father, but also at himself. It was as if three mountains were pressing down on him, making it hard for him to breathe.
At that moment, the anger in his heart turned into sorrow, as if he had fallen into an endless abyss. In this abyss, a roar came from his heart: Are we commoners destined to be oppressed all our lives, to live a mediocre life, not even daring to retaliate when our wives are taken away, just to be cowards!
A surge of anger rose within him, seemingly capable of burning the heavens. Overwhelmed with grief, Da Niu closed his eyes, vividly recalling his first meeting with Yingying—her shyness, the vows they made upon entering their bridal chamber, the smiles they shared upon their daughter's birth, promising to spend their lives together. A torrent of emotions flooded his mind, each scene crystal clear.
Amidst these desperate yet heartwarming memories, he calmed down, recalling the Daoist teachings he received at Ziyun Mountain, and hearing the immortals' words about the true essence of martial arts. He then began to practice the techniques taught by the immortals.
guard!
If you can't even protect the people you love, then what's the point of living?
At this moment, Da Niu's blood surged, his bones and muscles resonated, and he actually comprehended his martial will here. The power hidden within him erupted, and in this instant, the first first-rate master of this world was born. Driven by inner questioning, he comprehended his own martial will, stepping into the first-rate realm. He didn't understand the so-called Dao, and even his martial arts techniques were only recently learned, but he possessed an unwavering heart, a heart set on protecting his family!
Da Niu threw the package on the ground, leaned close to his daughter's ear, and whispered: I'll go and bring your mother back right now.
After saying that, he suddenly took a step forward, leaving a one-centimeter-deep footprint on the ground. Ignoring his father's advice behind him, he walked towards the Sun family without looking back.
At this moment, he was no longer a farmer, but a warrior!
Along the way, the villagers, seeing Da Niu's gloomy face, made way for him, afraid of provoking the soon-to-explode Da Niu and getting themselves into trouble.
"I'm here!" With a roar that shook the heavens, a beast crushed by reality straightened up under repeated pressure, bared its fangs, and roared as it began the martial arts competition.
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Chapter 55: Becoming a Demon (Two chapters combined into one 5,000-word long chapter)
Dark clouds covered the entire sky, bringing a cool but also somewhat oppressive atmosphere.
Outside the Sun residence, a lively and peaceful scene unfolded. Everyone was busy at work, and red silk ribbons were hung both inside and outside the residence, creating a sea of red and a joyous atmosphere. Maids carefully placed delicacies on the table, not daring to be negligent in the slightest. After all, this was the 80th birthday of the old master of the Sun family, and any mishap would be a light punishment.
Sun Wenguang, the young master of the Sun family, pulled up his belt, looking nonchalant. Hearing the sobbing coming from the room, he spat out a curse. However, recalling the woman's desperate resistance and her final, despairing, blank look, Sun Wenguang felt a strong urge to go back into the room. But today was the old master's birthday, and he couldn't be absent, so he had to give up.
Sun Wenguang chuckled twice and said through the door, "Little lady, I'll continue to pamper you properly when I get back." There was no reply from inside the room, but Sun Wenguang wasn't angry. He instructed the two guards to keep a close watch on him, then swaggered into the courtyard, not forgetting to flirt with the beautiful maids along the way.
The old patriarch of the Sun family sat at the head of the table. When he saw Sun Wenguang in his uniform, he snorted and said, "Wenguang, why are you still acting so carefree? I heard that you kidnapped another woman yesterday, and she's someone else's wife. You really have a lot of nerve."
As soon as Sun Wenguang sensed something was wrong, he immediately dropped his playful demeanor, moved closer to the old man, and said obediently, "Great-Grandpa, how could I have stolen it? That woman came to me on her own. I thought she was pretty good-looking, so I brought her back. Great-Grandpa, you love me the most, you certainly won't blame me, right?"
Old Master Sun gave him a look of disappointment, but couldn't bring himself to punish him. After all, Sun Wenguang was his only direct descendant, and even if he was useless, he was still a direct descendant. He smiled helplessly and said:
"Alright, sit down. Don't do these things again next time. It's quite troublesome for the government to handle. Although we're not afraid of those peasants, we have to be careful that they don't do anything desperate. I'll have someone deal with that family later."
Grandpa Sun wasn't a good person when he was young, but as he got older, he became more detached from many things and casually decided the fate of a family.
"Great-grandfather, you're so good to me." Sun Wenguang seemed to be imagining how desperate the woman would be when he told her the news that night, and how he could then use it to blackmail her into serving him well. That would feel pretty good.
Half an incense stick later, the birthday banquet began. The hall was filled with distinguished guests, all dressed in fine clothes, and the banquet started amidst laughter. The old patriarch sat at the head of the table. Seeing that the time was almost up, he tapped the shop a few times with his cane. The sound was not loud, but it silenced everyone who heard it.
The old man raised an eyebrow and said with a grin, "Today is my 80th birthday. Thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedules to celebrate this old man's birthday."
"It is our honor to celebrate Old Master Sun's birthday," a guest suddenly said, and the others around him echoed his sentiments.
"Hahaha, since that's the case, this old man won't say any more. Everyone..." Old Master Sun narrowed his eyes upon hearing the compliments, and was about to begin the birthday banquet when a violent crash interrupted him.
Everyone looked towards the entrance. A servant of the Sun family flew in backwards, a huge dent in his chest. He struggled for a few moments, let out a wail, and then fainted. A two-meter-tall man walked in, his gaze icy, sweeping over everyone present, making them feel as if they had fallen into an icy hell, and they couldn't help but shiver.
Looking at the festive red scene, Da Niu felt increasingly cold inside. When he saw Sun Wenguang sitting at the table, he could no longer suppress his anger and shouted, "Sun Wenguang, hand over my wife right now, or I will slaughter your entire Sun family!"
"Hahahaha, you massacred my Sun family! I thought you were some kind of strongman, but you're just a fool." Sun Wenguang laughed so hard he could hardly breathe. Looking down at the peasant, he said disdainfully, "Guards, arrest him! I'll show you how I treat your wife."
Upon hearing this, the faces of the guests around them all turned ugly. Although they had long known that this young master of the Sun family was a playboy, they did not expect that Sun Wenguang would say such a thing in front of everyone. However, due to the power of the old master Sun, they could only look at Da Niu with pity, as if they could still see his tragic fate.
"Hurry up and arrest him." Old Master Sun's face was gloomy. Sun Wenguang's words had really ruined the Sun family's reputation, but since he had said it, he had to do it.
After Old Master Sun gave the order, hundreds of servants wielding clubs surrounded Da Niu. One of the servants swung his club down hard, aiming directly at Da Niu's head.
Da Niu's eyes turned bloodshot, and the blood energy in his body surged continuously, like a roaring tiger.
He saw the wooden stick coming towards him, and with a punch, he shattered it. But he didn't want to stop there. He took a step forward, his right hand with bulging veins, looking extremely frightening. His fist, the size of a clay pot, struck the servant on the head. With a cracking sound, the servant's cervical spine broke under the force of the blow. His head twisted behind him in a strange way, his eyes wide open, and he crashed to the ground.
Punch after punch, without any technique, just forceful strikes. In Da Niu's eyes, these vicious henchmen were nothing but bluff; their bodies couldn't even withstand a single punch from him. Under his fists, lives were reaped one after another.
Crackling sounds!
Upon witnessing this bloody scene, the guests began to flee, disregarding all etiquette and only wanting to get as far away as possible, not wanting to remain in the Sun residence for even a moment longer.
"Aaaaaah! Someone, catch this demon!" The old man's eyes were bloodshot, and his chest felt like it was being crushed by a boulder, making it hard for him to breathe.
His birthday banquet was ruined by a peasant, which made him lose face. The old man looked at Sun Wenguang, who was trembling with fear, with disappointment, and once again ordered the other servants who came: "Seize him, reward him with a hundred taels of gold, and remove him from the slave system."
Tempted by the money, and despite their fear, they saw this as a golden opportunity, a chance to rise above their circumstances. Although the burly man was intimidating, they had a large number of men, and no one, no matter how strong, could defeat so many. With this in mind, the servants rushed forward, brandishing their clubs at Da Niu.
The crimson light in Da Niu's eyes intensified, his blood energy surging to his skin as he watched the stick descend upon him without flinching. The servants were overjoyed and struck with all their might, holding their sticks high.
Snap!
Contrary to their expectations, the wooden sticks in their hands cracked under the force of the rebound and eventually broke. To their horror, Da Niu grabbed a servant with each hand, swung him around in the air, and then hurled him violently, slamming him against the wall unconscious. It seemed unlikely he would survive.
Da Niu killed one of them with a single punch, and his blood energy was unknowingly depleted by more than half. In this short period of time, he had actually beaten all twenty-odd servants to death. Da Niu was covered in blood, making him look like a demon god.
He grabbed Sun Wenguang by the collar and, amidst Sun's desperate struggles, lifted him high into the air. The crimson light, like a bayonet, pierced deeply into Sun Wenguang's heart. Sun Wenguang's entire body began to tremble uncontrollably. Suddenly, he felt a chill beneath him; he had urinated, the foul stench filling the air.
Da Niu didn't care and said in a cold voice, "Hand over Yingying to me, or I will tear you to pieces."
Sun Wenguang was a bully who preyed on the weak. Seeing the murderous intent in Da Niu's eyes, he knew this was no joke and immediately shouted to Grandpa Sun, "Grandpa, quickly have someone bring that woman out of my room! I don't want to die!"
Old Master Sun was furious, but he knew he was no match for this fierce demon. He ordered the maid beside him to bring the woman out and to go to the government office to call for help.
Da Niu held Sun Wenguang up, and thinking that he was about to rescue Yingying, a glimmer of hope and tenderness ignited in his heart. He smelled the bloody scent emanating from his body and felt nauseous, but in order to intimidate the Sun family, he could only maintain his cold and fierce appearance.