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Li Cu was a bit tipsy when she got angry, and one night, she accidentally drank too much, becoming drunk and silly. Adding to that was Chi Chen'an's deliberate teasing. As she swayed before going to sleep, she unexpectedly wrapped her arms around Chi Chen'an's shoulders, playfully challenging him.
Misha pulled her to the front yard to rest, taking two little ones with her. When only the two of them were left in the small courtyard, Chi Chen'an's half-drunken state gradually faded. He looked closely at Sang Qingxiao's face with his clear eyes, as if searching for something.
My mother had once been a very caring parent, but everything changed after that day. I hadn't seen her in over ten years and could barely remember what she looked like.
Sang Qingxiao was straightforward, asking where the Sang Family Martial Arts came from.
I had learned a bit when I was young.
Not just a little, Sang Family Martial Arts is quite detailed; there are teachings for children and different ones for adults. In your Cultivation Method, I can see that it is not merely a form of martial arts.
There are still some elders in Prince Jing's Army. I have visited them; most martial arts come from them.
Is that answer a test or just a distraction?
Sang Qingxiao smiled slightly. I just mentioned that Sang Family Martial Arts is very detailed; there are distinctions between legitimate and illegitimate offspring, differences in talent, and variations between family and military teachings. Your Cultivation Method clearly shows it is an internal self-cultivation method of the Sang Family.
Chi Chen'an fell silent for a moment before choosing to speak honestly. My master gave it to me; whenever I reached a new stage in my training with him, he would reward me with a book. If I could defeat him, I would gain all the Sang Family Martial Arts he possessed.
Where did your master obtain it?
Chi Chen'an shook his head. I asked him, and he told me it came from an old friend. When I asked who this old friend was, my master didn’t answer me again.
Sang Qingxiao continued to ask, why do you want the Sang Family Martial Arts?
Chi Chen'an found it hard to articulate; perhaps he wanted to become stronger since the Sang Family Martial Arts was something everyone in the martial world aspired to possess.
Or perhaps it was nostalgia; the Sang Family held my happiest memories, and I always wanted to do something for it. Back then, my great-grandfather burned down the library, which speaks volumes about its importance to the Sang Family. If I could pass down the Sang Family Martial Arts from my hands, it would be a form of legacy.
That's foolish.
Chi Chen'an paused for a moment; it was just a fleeting thought.
Sang Qingxiao advised him gently not to collect the Sang Family Martial Arts anymore; carrying on the legacy of the Sang Family didn't need to rest on his shoulders alone.
Chi Chen'an forced an awkward smile. Then I must do something, right?
What do you want to do? Sang Qingxiao analyzed for him: after a great family falls into ruin, among the survivors there are those who isolate themselves from society, those who abandon their heritage, those who wish to rise again, those who seek revenge for their family, those who want to overturn everything, and those who wish to destroy it all—Chi Chen'an, which one do you want to be?
I can't say clearly; I just hope that every branch of the Sang Family can survive.
You want everyone to be safe and sound, but not everyone thinks that way. Chi Chen'an, have you ever wondered why the Sang Family Martial Arts turned to ashes in a fire yet so conveniently appeared before you?
I thought about it, but my master treats me very well; he shouldn't harm me.
Sang Qingxiao reminded me that my master is a Dungeon inhabitant. We all know what kind of place a Dungeon is. Even if my master is fine, what about others? Is it possible that my master has also been used by someone?
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