Chapter 11: Martial Arts School, Military Service, the Hardships of a Warrior’s Path!
As the shop owner, Wang Xing often dealt with the military households stationed outside the city. Upon recognizing the old man, he immediately greeted him with a broad smile. Yet, he soon smiled wryly and said, “Uncle Zhou, you start with such a high price—are you leaving no room for others?”
Uncle Zhou chuckled in response, “I can let you have this snake skin, but you mustn’t compete with this old man for the snake gallbladder.”
Uncle Zhou was a veteran military household in town, having earned his residence through battlefield merits in earlier years. It was said he had once been a true martial artist, though age and waning vitality had long since diminished his strength. In the Great Qin military system, martial status was inheritable but required accumulated merits. Uncle Zhou’s son had just turned twenty and already enlisted, but had yet to break through to become a true martial artist.
This weighed heavily on Uncle Zhou’s mind, so he clung to every hope. The snake gallbladder was intended for his son, to brew into wine and boost his vitality.
Wang Xing knew this well and had no intention of competing for it, wary of offending Uncle Zhou. He gave a subtle nod to Xia He, signaling him.
“Well, will you buy it or not?”
Though Uncle Zhou’s eyes gleamed with excitement, he did not press the matter, simply holding his gaze. Xia He understood Wang Xing’s meaning and, considering Uncle Zhou’s status, nodded after a brief thought.
Uncle Zhou’s joy was immediate as he said, “Old man here is good for it. I don’t have money on me now, but I won’t take advantage of you. Consider this snake gallbladder reserved; I’ll fetch the silver and return.”
“No cash now...” Xia He frowned inwardly but agreed nonetheless. “Alright, thank you, Uncle Zhou.”
Xia He was smooth-talking. Even without immediate payment, Uncle Zhou had not forcibly taken the gallbladder, showing no displeasure.
“You’re a fine lad,” Uncle Zhou praised. “This giant python’s got spirit. If it weren’t for a martial artist, a few ordinary men might not even subdue it!”
“You pierced it with your spear?”
Uncle Zhou examined the giant python’s wound with keen interest, marveling at the force behind it. “Such strength!”
“How old are you this year?”
Xia He answered honestly, “Eighteen.”
“Hm, not young but your bones are good. If you can learn martial arts and become a martial artist before thirty, you’ll escape your current lowly status.”
“If my family weren’t already full with over twenty people, I might ask if you’d serve under me.”
“Martial artist? Join the army?”
Since arriving in this world, Xia He had often heard whispers about ‘martial artists’—a mysterious, powerful group. The town had martial arts schools, but they were expensive and difficult. He had learned that these schools charged five taels of silver monthly to teach real skills. It took two years of basic training, plus two years doing chores for the instructors before one might earn a chance to practice truly.
For low-status folk without connections, it was a life of servitude with no complaints allowed.
The other option was joining the army. But with the southern barbarians invading the borderlands, military service meant facing real battles without one-on-one guidance from masters. It was a harsh, unforgiving path.
Though easier to enter, it was far less stable than being a martial arts disciple. Each had its pros and cons.
Uncle Zhou chatted briefly with Xia He before hurrying off to raise the money.
“Xia He, don’t worry. Uncle Zhou is reputable in town; he won’t default. You head home first. When he arrives, I’ll have someone notify you. Those ten taels will be yours.”
Seeing Xia He’s expression, Wang Xing asked, “So, you really want to learn martial arts?”
Xia He nodded slightly.
“Sigh, you have skills now. Why not live a peaceful life instead of taking the hard road? One slip, and you could die by unnatural causes.”
“Don’t laugh, but I too wanted to learn martial arts when I was young. After years of trying with no progress, it was a complete waste of time. It demands great innate talent.”
“Thanks for the advice, Uncle Wang. I understand.”
Wang Xing shook his head and said no more.
They sold the snake skin to the pharmacy, although it was damaged by the spear, fetching only three taels of silver. Still, Xia He was very pleased, for his greatest gain was not money but the dozens of pounds of snake meat.
Carrying the heavy snake meat home, Xia He passed by carts rolling through, the air thick with stench. Rotten, festering corpses were being hauled outside town, crudely covered with tattered cloth.
Many had died suddenly from the blood disease, which was worsening rapidly.
A chill gripped Xia He’s heart, quickening his pace.
Just as he neared his doorstep, he glanced up unintentionally and noticed several figures loitering nearby.
Frowning, he stopped and watched.
After a moment, one face seemed familiar. Upon closer thought, he realized they were some of the debt collectors who had once been involved with Song Bao at the gambling den.
Why were they here?
His heart raced. Had the truth about killing Song Bao been exposed?
They seemed to be searching for someone—and that someone had to be Song Bao.
“Word is, Song Bao was the gambling den owner’s brother-in-law. No wonder they’re making such a fuss. This won’t stay hidden for long.”
He hadn’t been home long, yet these men had been lurking here for who knew how long.
Worrying, he pushed the door open and called out for his wife, but there was no answer.
His face darkened. Could something have happened?
He set down the snake meat, gripping his spear fiercely, ready to confront those men.
But just then, Li Huilan returned, eyes red and breathless.
“Brother He, you’re finally back. Where were you going...?”
Seeing his wife unharmed, Xia He breathed deeply in relief.
“I was worried when you weren’t home and was about to look for you. What happened?”
Li Huilan clung to him, sorrowful.
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