Chapter 11: Being Born of Humble Origins Is Not a Shame

  After hearing this, Lin Chen let out a sigh of relief and made his final request.

  "I hope you can go and see my younger sister..."

  "As a return favor, when I cross over next time, I will bring back spirit rice seeds for the country!"

  Upon hearing Lin Chen's words, Wang Lishan and his daughter Wang Xinyu showed an expression of surprise.

  ...

  After leaving the Martial Arts Pace, Wang Lishan went to handle military district affairs.

  Wang Xinyu then expressed her wish to visit Lin Chen's home, to which Lin Chen did not refuse.

  As they neared the military district entrance, more than ten soldiers in pin clothes came over to salute.

  The leader among them was none other than the previously mentioned Major Li, who was referred to as "Little Li."

  "Lin Chen, I'm Li Nian. I'll be the one mainly responsible for your safety from now on..."

  "Today, I'll escort you home and inform your family to move to the military housing area as soon as possible."

  Lin Chen nodded slightly upon hearing this and smiled, saying:

  "Then I'll trouble you, Big Brother Li..."

  Lin Chen had witnessed Li Nian's strength in the Martial Arts Research Institute. He was a genuine martial spirit expert, a true elite in the entire Great Xia Kingdom.

  With him protecting him, Lin Chen felt at ease.

  After getting into the hover car, they drove all the way from the military district to the western district where Lin Chen's home was located.

  The capital city's metropolitan area is divided into four districts: east, west, south, and north.

  The north district mainly houses the military district, while the east district is home to the wealthy.

  In comparison, the west district is the area where the poor reside.

  They passed through several hover bridges, and the car stopped in front of a tall building.

  The nearby area consisted of dipidated and dangerous buildings, so the hover car could not directly enter.

  They walked through a dark and damp alley, and the foul smell from the roadside sewage caused Wang Xinyu to wrinkle her brows.

  "Lin Chen, did you always live in a pce like this? This is almost like a slum..."

  Lin Chen smiled upon hearing this and didn't mind Wang Xinyu's bluntness.

  His humble origins were not a source of inferiority, but rather a driving force for his hard work.

  He pointed southwest and said:

  "This isn't a true slum, it's just that the community is a bit old..."

  "Walk six more blocks southwest, and that's the real slum..."

  "In the neighborhood near us, the children still have a 10% chance of becoming martial artists. People in the real slums can only maintain basic subsistence, and they don't even have the chance to become martial artists."

  After hearing Lin Chen's words, Wang Xinyu and Li Nian exchanged a gnce.

  They weren't nobles who lived lives of privilege, but they couldn't imagine how someone like Lin Chen, a martial arts genius, could emerge from such an environment.

  After passing through a long alley, Lin Chen's home was on the third floor at the very end of the alley.

  "Lin Chen, you go ahead and head home... In half an hour, we'll come pretending to be military district welfare workers to help your family move to the military housing area," Wang Xinyu and Li Nian said.

  Lin Chen nodded and headed toward the third floor.

  As he reached his front door, he could already hear shouting and the sound of things being thrown inside.

  "I told you I don't want to train today, what are you going to do about it?"

  "You cripple, if it weren't for my dad saying you used to be a martial master, who would want to live in this slum?"

  Upon hearing these words, Lin Chen's expression changed. Without hesitation, he pushed the door open.

  "Uncle!"

  Inside the narrow living room, there were piles of worn-out clothes scattered everywhere.

  A man with graying hair sat in a wheelchair, his face flushed as he looked at the scene.

  He was Lin Chen's uncle, Lin Jianhe.

  "Ah Chen, why are you back?" Lin Jianhe was stunned for a moment.

  Lin Chen didn't answer. Instead, he looked at the few figures in the living room.

  One was a young man in his twenties, with dyed yellow hair—a rich second-generation heir—and two bodyguards dressed in suits with martial artist medals.

  After Lin Chen's parents passed away, his uncle and aunt had raised him.

  Lin Chen was a martyr's family member, receiving pensions and educational subsidies, and with his uncle's support, their life wasn't too bad.

  However, five years ago, Lin Jianhe was injured during a mission and had to amputate his legs below the knee, leaving him with a permanent disability.

  With the pilr of the family gone, they lost their main source of income.

  Apart from the pension, his aunt, Kong Shan, occasionally sewed clothes and did odd jobs to help with the household expenses.

  Even so, their life shouldn't have been this bad.

  But as Lin Chen's martial talent became more evident, the demand for martial arts resources grew.

  Moreover, two years ago, his younger sister, Lin Anan, contracted a strange illness, and conservative treatment required a significant amount of money.

  As a result, they had to sell their house and move into this old neighborhood to save money.

  Even so, Lin Jianhe didn't hesitate to support Lin Chen's martial arts needs.

  But the pressure of raising two people forced Lin Jianhe to humbly teach martial arts to some rich second-generation heirs to make money.

  Some of these wealthy heirs were unreasonable and bullied Lin Jianhe because of his disability.

  For example, this yellow-haired rich second-generation heir often provoked Lin Jianhe, and it wasn't the first time.

  Through the door crack, Lin Chen saw his younger sister, Lin Anan, secretly watching the scene from inside the room. His nose felt sour.

  With tears welling up in his eyes, Lin Chen looked at Lin Jianhe and said:

  "Uncle, you don't have to work so hard anymore... I've already become a martial artist, and I'll help with the household expenses from now on."

  "And Anan's illness, I'll find a way to treat her..."

  After saying that, Lin Chen looked coldly at the yellow-haired rich second-generation heir and said:

  "You don't need to come to my house anymore! You're not welcome here, so please leave now."

  The yellow-haired heir was stunned for a moment, and then anger surged in his eyes.

  "You poor kid, what gives you the right to talk to me like that?"

  "My dad is your benefactor. Without him, you'd probably be begging on the street by now!"

  The yellow-haired heir snorted coldly. Although he looked down on Lin Chen's family, he knew that Lin Jianhe had real martial arts skills.

  In the six months he had trained at the Lin family, he had made real progress, so he was unwilling to leave just like that.

  However, Lin Chen didn't care. He knew that with his newfound support, he could change the entire Lin family's fate.

  Why should he still live in this dipidated building, suffering insults from these spoiled rich kids?

  Lin Chen extended his hand and pointed at the door, saying:

  "Leave! My uncle doesn't need you as a student, and we don't need your family's money!"

  Unexpectedly, these words completely enraged the yellow-haired heir.

  In his eyes, poor people were born to be the tools of the rich!

  "You little brat, how dare you talk to me like that?"

  The yellow-haired heir raised his arm, about to sp Lin Chen.

  Seeing this, Lin Jianhe quickly tried to stop him, but was held back by the two bodyguards.

  However, just as the sp was about to nd on Lin Chen's face, a hand suddenly appeared and grabbed the yellow-haired heir's wrist.

  It was Li Nian and Wang Xinyu, who had heard the noise from upstairs and arrived in time.

  Li Nian frowned slightly and exerted a bit of force with his fingers. The yellow-haired heir immediately felt intense pain, and tears started to flow from his eyes. He angrily shouted:

  "How dare you hit me? Do you know who I am?"

  Li Nian's expression remained calm, but there was a hint of anger in his eyes.

  "Oh, and who are you?"

  "I'm Du Jiye! Have you heard of Du's Pharmaceutical? My father owns it!" the yellow-haired heir boasted.

  Li Nian nodded and said:

  "Ah, now I know who you are..."

  "Now, do you know who I am?"

  (End of Chapter)