3 - My Senior Brother Is Very Poor

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Chapter 3: My Senior Brother Is Very Poor

Master doesn’t want me to call him ‘Father’.

I asked him why.

He said that he just wasn’t.

He also said that he had picked me up by the roadside.

Me: “Oh.”

So it was originally like this.

Actually, I also don’t really remember what my father looked like. I just think that he should be pretty good looking.

I asked Master why he picked me up.

Master said, “To take in a disciple.”

I asked, “Then?”

Master said, “What then?”

I pondered it over and asked, “Do you not include food and lodging?”

Master: …

I felt that he might’ve started to feel regret in that moment. But Master just stared at me for a few seconds before saying, “When you walked through the gates of hell a few days ago, did you feel anything?”

I thought for a bit before saying, “Is there anything else to eat?”

I wasn’t full yet.

These were true words from my heart.

Even though I had already eaten eight meat buns.

But I was still hungry.

Then, Master gave me a bottle of pills, wanting me to eat them as food.

In the end, I was woken up by hunger in the middle of the night.

Aye.

—Today, I’ve been on this “Ninth Point Peak” or whatever it was called for the… nevermind, I’ll just call it the second day.

I woke up very early from hunger.

Then, I searched the whole residence. But there wasn’t a single bit of food.

It was very clean, as if it was a new, empty residence.

Just when I was pondering over whether I should walk out the door or not, Master called me.

I thought that he was calling me to eat, so I was very happy as I went over, preparing to freeload a meal. Who knew that he wanted me to look at books.

One book, two books, three books, four books…

I carried these books in a daze. I had a slight desire to eat those books.

It should probably be fulfilling food.

Master probably discovered that my mood wasn’t very good, so he asked me what happened.

I said, “Master, don’t you eat breakfast?”

A good start in the morning is equivalent to being halfway successful for the rest of the day. One can’t function properly on an empty stomach. Food was the ‘God of the people’.

Master said there was no need to. He asked about yesterday’s pills. I said that I had already finished them all.

They were pretty tasteless. If I tasted them carefully, I could taste a tiny bit of sweetness. They couldn’t even beat jellybeans. They were just too unfulfilling. How about giving me a few more bottles?

Master had probably found that my appetite had exceeded his expectations a little. He once again came over to look at my head, ah no, my body.

After a while, he said that I was sick.

Me: …

If he didn’t want to give it, then he didn’t have to give it.

—The third day since I’ve come to Nine Point Peak

I asked Master, “Why is it called “Nine Point Peak”, and not “Seven Point Peak” or “Eight Point Peak”?”

Master said, “Nine Point Peak sounds good.”

I thought about it, and felt that it made sense.

Because of this, Master also remembered something. That is, he should give me a name.

I couldn’t remember what I was called. Master also didn’t bring it up. He only muttered to himself irresolutely, saying, it should sound a bit better. How about Little Nine?

I felt like I was a kitten or puppy.

But when Master said this, his expression became very serious. He even pointed at a fat bird that was perching on a tree outside, and said that it had been raised by him. It was called Little White.

I seriously and carefully observed Little White for a while. Then, I felt being Little Nine wasn’t that bad.

Because Little White was so… fully-rounded and plump.

This meant that my Master does know how to raise living beings.

He definitely won’t starve me to death.

Ah, my future was bright and overflowing with endless possibilities. Actually, it was so bright that I couldn’t bear to look straight at it.

——The snow on Nine Point Peak was just too white.

It was a bit dazzling to the eyes.

—The fourth day since I’ve come to Nine Point Peak

Just as usual, Master didn’t take back that sentence about me being sick today. Not only that, he even formally accepted me as a disciple.

He probably felt that accepting a sick disciple wouldn’t affect him.

I think that Master is pretty good in this aspect. He was a good person.

When I told Master this, a few people on the side seemed to become silent.

Today, lots of people came. They even gave me gifts.

That young man who said that I didn’t look like Master before also came, flying through the sky on his sword. When he gave me a gift, he muttered about how all three generations of sword cultivators were poor, making for an impoverished clan. As he muttered quietly, tears flowed down his face.

Then, he was beaten up again.

I now have many martial uncles and senior martial brothers. The one who was beaten was one of the senior martial brothers.

I observed from the side for a while. While thinking that he was really wretched, I tore open the gift he gave me.

A rock.

…Sure enough, he was really poor.

I thought about it. To be beaten into this state for a rock, it didn’t seem worth it. And so, I went over and returned the rock to that senior martial brother.

That senior martial brother only had enough time to smile at me once, before being beaten up yet again.

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This time, a whole crowd rose up to beat him.

All the senior martial brothers at the scene made a move.

Those senior martial brothers said that he actually had black obsidian, but still wailed about his poverty.

He really needed a spanking.

Everything would be better after he was beaten for a bout.

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