Cultivating Immortality: I Have a High-Martial World

Chapter 11 Humble origins are not a disgrace

Lin Chen breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this and then made his last request.

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

"In return, I will bring back spirit rice seeds for the country on my next journey!"

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

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After leaving the Martial Arts Palace, Wang Lishan went to handle important matters in the military region.

Wang Xinyu then suggested visiting Lin Chen's home, and Lin Chen did not refuse.

As we approached the entrance to the military region, about a dozen soldiers in civilian clothes came over and saluted.

The person in the lead was none other than the major who had been called Little Li earlier.

"Lin Chen! My name is Li Nian, and I will be primarily responsible for your safety from now on..."

"I will escort you home today and inform your family to move to the military dependents' community as soon as possible."

Lin Chen nodded slightly after hearing this and smiled:

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Brother Li..."

Lin Chen had witnessed Li Nian's strength at the Martial Arts Research Institute.

A genuine Martial Spirit expert, a true elite among the entire Great Xia Kingdom.

With him protecting him, Lin Chen felt very at ease.

They boarded the hovercar and drove from the military region to the western district where Lin Chen's family lived.

The Beijing metropolitan area is divided into four districts: east, west, south, and north.

The northern part of the city is mostly occupied by military districts, while the eastern part is mostly inhabited by wealthy people.

In contrast, the West Side is a poor neighborhood.

After passing through several suspended skybridges, the car stopped in front of a tall building.

The surrounding urban area consists of dilapidated and dangerous buildings, so hovercars cannot drive directly in.

As Wang Xinyu walked through a dark and damp alley, the stench emanating from the roadside sewer made her frown slightly.

"Lin Chen, have you been living in a place like this all along? This place is practically a slum..."

Lin Chen smiled after hearing this, not taking Wang Xinyu's impudence to heart.

His background was not a reason for his inferiority complex, but rather a driving force for his efforts.

Pointing southwest, Lin Chen said:

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

"Go six blocks southwest, and that's where the real slums are..."

"The kids in our neighborhood have a 10% chance of becoming martial artists. People in the real slums can only make ends meet and don't even have the chance to become martial artists."

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

They were not aristocratic children who believed in "why not eat meat porridge?"

But it's hard to imagine how a genius martial artist like Lin Chen could emerge in such an environment.

After walking through the long alley, Lin Chen's house was on the third floor at the very end of the alley.

"Lin Chen, you go home first... In half an hour, we will pretend to be military personnel visiting you and help your family move to the military dependents' community."

Wang Xinyu and Li Nian said.

Lin Chen nodded and headed towards the third floor.

As soon as he arrived at his doorstep, he heard insults and the sound of things being smashed coming from inside the house.

"I said I don't want to train today, is that any of your business?"

"You cripple, if my father hadn't said you used to be a martial arts master, who would want to stay in this slum?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Chen's expression changed, and he pushed open the door without regard for anything else.

"Uncle!"

However, the narrow living room was filled with a lot of old and worn-out clothes, scattered everywhere.

A man with graying temples sat in a wheelchair, watching this scene with a flushed face.

He is Lin Chen's uncle, Lin Jianhe.

"Ah Chen, why are you back?" Lin Jianhe was taken aback.

Lin Chen did not answer, but instead looked at the figures in the living room.

A rich second-generation heir who looked to be in his early twenties with dyed blond hair, and two bodyguards in suits wearing samurai badges.

After Lin Chen's parents died, he was raised by his uncle and aunt.

Lin Chen is a family member of a martyr, and receives a pension and scholarship. With the help of his uncle, his life is not bad.

Until five years ago, Lin Jianhe was injured in the line of duty and had to have his leg amputated below the knee, leaving him with a lifelong disability.

The pillar of the family has collapsed, and they have lost their biggest source of income.

Besides the pension, the family relied on aunt Kong Shan's occasional sewing and odd jobs to supplement their income.

Even so, life shouldn't be this bad.

However, as Lin Chen gradually reveals his talent, his demand for martial arts resources becomes very high.

In addition, her younger sister Lin An'an contracted a strange disease two years ago, and even conservative treatment requires a large sum of money.

So they had no choice but to sell their house and move to this old neighborhood to save money.

Even so, Lin Jianhe was not stingy with Lin Chen's martial arts resources.

The pressure of supporting two people forced Lin Jianhe to humbly teach martial arts to some rich kids to earn money.

Some wealthy second-generation martial arts practitioners were unreasonable and bullied Lin Jianhe because he was disabled.

For example, this blond rich kid in front of me often provokes Lin Jianhe, and it's not the first or second time.

Lin Chen peeked through the crack in the door and saw Lin An'an hiding inside the room, secretly watching this scene. His nose tingled with emotion.

Lin Chen's eyes reddened as he looked at Lin Jianhe:

"Uncle, you don't need to work so hard anymore... I've become a martial artist now, and I can help support the family from now on."

"And I will also try to treat An'an's illness..."

Having said that, Lin Chen looked expressionlessly at the blond-haired rich kid and said:

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

The blond rich kid was stunned, and anger welled up in his eyes.

"You poor kid, what right do you have to talk to me like that?"

"My father is your sugar daddy. Without me, you'd probably be begging on the streets by now!"

Huang Mao snorted coldly. Although he looked down on Lin Chen's family, he knew that Lin Jianhe was truly talented.

During the six months he trained at the Lin family, his martial arts skills had truly improved, so he was unwilling to leave.

But Lin Chen didn't care about any of that. He knew that with someone backing him, he could change the fate of the entire Lin family.

Why should we stay in a dilapidated apartment building and put up with the wrath of these spoiled brats?

So, Lin Chen pointed to the door and said:

"Get out! My uncle doesn't need you as a student, nor does he want your family's money!"

Unexpectedly, it was Lin Chen's words that completely enraged the blond-haired man.

In his eyes, the poor are born to be the beasts of burden for the rich!

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

The blond-haired man raised his arm to hit Lin Chen.

Seeing this, Lin Jianhe tried to stop them, but was held down by the two bodyguards.

However, just as the slap was about to hit Lin Chen's face, an arm suddenly appeared and grabbed the blond-haired man's wrist.

Li Nian and Wang Xinyu heard the commotion upstairs and rushed up.

Li Nian frowned slightly, tightened her fingers a little, and the blond-haired man cried out in pain, tears streaming down his face. He said angrily:

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

Li Nian's expression remained calm, but a hint of anger flickered in her eyes.

"Oh, who are you?"

"I'm Du Jiye. Ever heard of Du's Pharmaceuticals? That's my dad's business!" the blond-haired man shouted.

Li Nian nodded after hearing this and said:

"Okay, I know who you are..."

"Then, do you know who I am?"

(End of this chapter)