[Name: Bai Yu]

 

[Aptitude: 5]

 

[Qi and Blood: 15.6]

 

[Strength: 30]

 

[Cultivation: Stage Two Tendon Forging Realm]

 

[Cultivation Technique: Five Elements Fist (Practice Makes Perfect, 33/1000)]

 

[Talent: Immortality]

 

[Skills: Play Suona (Practice Makes Perfect), Literacy (Practice Makes Perfect), Hunting (Practice Makes Perfect), Meng Family Herbal Classic (First Glimpse of the Path)]

Bai Yu was quite satisfied with this.

His strength had reached 30, equivalent to three hundred pounds of force.

With an aptitude of 5, each practice of the Five Elements Fist increased his proficiency by 0.3.

The only issue was the high consumption of Qi and Blood.

Although the Essence-Nourishing Powder could replenish Qi and Blood, it was too expensive to afford.

The Qi and Blood gained from funeral processions were also insufficient.

After all, in a small mountain village, there might not be many funerals throughout the year.

However, Bai Yu was not in a hurry.

He continued farming, hunting, and practicing his fists.

Calm and unhurried, enjoying the peaceful passage of time.

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During these days, he found Uncle Dazhuang's youngest son, Tie Zhu, and taught him the skill of playing the suona.

The Brass and Percussion Band of Peach Blossom Village must not let its tradition die out.

Tie Zhu curiously asked:

"Brother Changsheng, why do you always look so young?"

Bai Yu replied calmly: "Because I never meddle in other people's business."

That day, after finishing a round of practice, Bai Yu felt invigorated.

His strength in the Tendon Forging Realm had completely stabilized and was steadily rising.

A smirk appeared at the corner of Bai Yu's mouth: "The twenty-year period is over, the avenger has returned!"

Over the years, the Chen Family had completely disregarded Bai Yu.

After all, what could a suona player possibly do? Moreover, he hadn't married or had children, seemingly destined to leave no descendants, so they paid him no mind.

The Chen brothers focused their efforts on swindling and cheating, seizing lands wherever they could.

Bai Yu shouted: "Old Mo, follow me for revenge!

This time, when we go to the Chen Family, we'll break their canes, split their worms vertically, and dig up their ancestral graves of eighteen generations!"

The Little Black Dog had grown into a Big Black Dog.

Hearing about revenge, it excitedly rushed out.

Bai Yu's enemies were its enemies, and it wouldn't rest until they were dealt with.

This grudge, not just for twenty years, but even for two hundred, was etched firmly in its memory.

Over the years, Bai Yu had thoroughly scouted out the ancestral graves of the Old Chen Family's eighteen generations.

Bai Yu donned a set of professional gear.

He placed a white banner diagonally behind his neck and tied a white belt around his waist.

He picked up the suona and played a funeral melody.

Then, he headed straight to the Chen Family's mansion with great momentum.

At the entrance, a little boy sat on a small stool, diligently doing his homework.

"Hey, doing homework? How much more to go?"

The little boy didn't lift his head:"Just need to copy five more characters, then I'm done."

Bai Yu waited quietly for him to finish, then snatched the notebook and tore it to shreds.

The little boy cried out, "Grandpa, grandpa, someone tore my homework."

An old man raised his cane and rushed out.

"Who the hell dares to bully our Chen Family?"

This was Old Chen San.

Bai Yu grabbed the cane and snapped it with a "crack."

"You old man, dropping coins!"

He raised his hand and struck the old man to the ground, scattering a few copper coins from the old man's chest.

At this moment, two more old men rushed out, both were Stage One martial artists of the Chen Family.

As martial artists, their bodies were sturdier than ordinary people, and they moved with agility.

Bai Yu didn't waste words and charged forward.

"White Tiger Attacks!"

He leaped up like a fierce tiger pouncing on prey, striking down with his palm.

Old Chen Si didn't have time to react and was struck in the chest, stumbling back several steps, unable to get up.

Old Chen Wu shouted:

"Young man, you lack martial virtue, attacking us old men in our sixties."

"Iron Horse Punch!"

He steadied his stance and punched straight at Bai Yu's face.

Bai Yu remained unfazed.

"Basalt Guards the North!"

He crossed his arms in front of him like a black turtle guarding the North Pole, his defense invincible.

"Bang!"

Old Chen Wu's punch landed on Bai Yu's arms, but instead, it numbed his own arm, his body shuddering.

Seizing the opportunity, Bai Yu's leg shot out like a snake, kicking Old Chen Wu to the ground.

In an instant, the three old men were all defeated.

Bai Yu, with Old Mo, rampaged through the Chen Family.

Beating old men, chasing children, even dogs passing by got slapped twice, noodles were crushed into powder, and ant nests were flooded with hot water.

After a round of smashing, before leaving, Bai Yu saw a plum tree planted at the entrance, and anger surged within him.

"What kind of taste, planting the same plum tree as me."

He swung his fist, and with a "crack," the plum tree, as thick as a bowl, was snapped at the root.

Only then did Bai Yu leave with Old Mo.

When the young men of the Chen Family returned home, they found the place in shambles, as if a bandit had visited.

The ground was littered with fallen old men.

Especially the two Stage One martial artists, who were completely lifeless, their deaths far from peaceful.

Pots and pans were smashed to pieces, even the potted plants in the yard were uprooted with hot water.

The family's land deeds and money were all swept away.

The young men were furious, grabbing a neighbor by the collar, demanding: "Who did this?"

The neighbor, startled, quickly said: "It was Changsheng, the one your family took the house from.

He seemed to be heading towards your ancestral graves."

The Chen Family strongmen hurriedly chased after, only to find their ancestral graves dug up.

The coffin boards were smashed, and the bones were broken into eighteen pieces.

***

At this moment, Bai Yu turned a corner and arrived in front of the old Bai Family house.

The old house had been taken by the Chen Family and later became the residence of Old Chen San's family.

Bai Yu set it ablaze on the spot.

Flames roared, consuming the old house.

"Burn it, burn it, and it's all over."

He laughed loudly, tears streaming down his face.

"Bai Changsheng, our karma is resolved, you can rest in peace."

Bai Yu felt a great sense of relief, his mind clearer than ever, his control over his body reaching a new level.

It was as if a foggy glass had been wiped clean and bright.

From now on, there was no Bai Changsheng in the world, only Bai Yu.

Or rather, Yu transforming into Changsheng.

Bai Yu was Bai Changsheng.

At this time, the Chen Family strongmen saw the firelight and rushed to put it out.

Bai Yu was like a tiger among wolves, knocking them all down with a punch each, breaking bones with every strike, and dealing lethal blows to the martial artists.

Even Old Mo pounced back and forth, leaving them crying for their parents.

Moments later, Bai Yu walked away without looking back.

The next day, many villagers opened their doors to find something new.

Some found a land deed, the very fields the Chen Family had seized.

Others found a string of copper coins, also extorted by the Chen Family.

Over the years, the Chen Family had committed numerous misdeeds, making enemies with the entire village.

Now that the Chen Family's martial artists were dead, and the strongmen were all crippled.

The wall had fallen, and everyone pushed, it was time for revenge.

The Chen Family's days were numbered.

Of course, none of this concerned Bai Yu anymore.

He went to Mr. Meng's grave and burned paper money.

"Sir, I'm leaving Peach Blossom Village.

These years, I'm very grateful for your teachings.

Rest assured, I will pass on the Meng Family Herbal Classic for you."

He took out the suona and played a tune of "Farewell," then turned and left.

A gentle breeze blew, causing the grass and trees in front of Mr. Meng's grave to sway gently, as if waving goodbye.

After visiting Mr. Meng, Bai Yu packed his belongings.

He glanced at the plum tree in front of his door, its blossoms in full bloom.

In the season when plum blossoms fall, the young man stepped on the flowers and left.

One man and one dog, facing the rising sun, stepped into the mountains bathed in morning glow.

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