This morning, Yu Xiaohui, as requested by Old Tom, the village Elder, went to the neighboring Saint Spirit Village to repair some farm tools.
Recently, Soulking Village’s blacksmith suddenly left due to some matters, and many villagers’ farm tools were damaged from long-term use and needed repair.
It was said that a new drunken blacksmith had arrived in the neighboring Saint Spirit Village.
Although he liked to drink, his craftsmanship was quite good and he was well-known in several nearby villages.
Eventually, Elder Old Tom organized Yu Xiaohui and a few others to transport the village’s damaged farm tools by carriage to the neighboring Saint Spirit Village for repairs.
However, when they returned, a giant hammer descended from the sky.
Several villagers transporting the farm tools died on the spot.
Yu Xiaohui didn’t even have time to activate his Spirit before he was directly crushed to death.
When the village Elder came to deliver the news, his mother, Yang Yulan, completely collapsed, and Yang Pingan felt as if the world was spinning.
He couldn’t believe that his father, who loved him so dearly, would suddenly meet such a tragic end.
When Yang Yulan and Yang Pingan arrived at the scene, they were both stunned.
Only a large pit remained, and within the pit were several very indistinct corpses.
Rather than corpses, they were more like fragmented pieces.
Although one could still vaguely discern the shape of a body, the person seemed to have turned into a puddle of flesh.
Only the coarse linen clothing on the surface still indicated that it was a human.
Yang Yulan trembled all over.
She could only confirm it was her husband by touching a corner of the clothing in the pit, which she had sewn herself.
Yang Yulan gently caressed the corner of the clothing with both hands.
The familiar stitching was still there, and she immediately fainted.
Yang Pingan supported his mother, recalling his father’s affection for him, and how his father personally taught him martial arts.
His entire face became exceptionally ferocious, and two lines of tears flowed from his eyes.
Elder Old Tom reported it to the authorities immediately, but after the officials arrived and investigated the scene for a long time, besides the large pit and the bodies, they couldn’t find any useful clues.
They only knew that it was likely caused by an extremely powerful Spirit Master.
Finally, with the help of many villagers, Yang Yulan and Yang Pingan buried Yu Xiaohui on the back mountain.
Of course, the name used on the tombstone was Yang Xiaohui.
Others might not know who the culprit was, but Yang Pingan was very clear in his heart.
The only one who could cause such harm and had a motive was probably Tang Hao.
Tang Hao was hiding in Saint Spirit Village with his son, disguised as a drunken blacksmith.
However, Spirit Hall’s pursuit of him had not stopped; in fact, it was even more urgent and severe now.
His father, Yu Xiaohui, as an Elder of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, had probably seen Tang Hao’s face before.
To conceal his tracks, Tang Hao didn’t hesitate to intercept and silence them midway.
Tang Hao was now a dignified Titled Douluo.
Killing an ordinary Spirit Emperor was simply too easy for him.
Rather than relocating and hiding, it was better to directly silence them.
Probably no one would suspect that the culprit was him, this drunken blacksmith.
But he was just a four-year-old child now, practically powerless, and hadn’t even fully learned to read.
How could he possibly deal with Tang Hao, a Titled Douluo?
The biggest problems before him now were how to survive, how to live on, and how to awaken his Spirit to seek revenge in the future?
Ever since his father’s accident, his mother, Yang Yulan, had fallen ill.
As an ordinary person who suddenly heard such terrible news, it was as if her entire world had collapsed.
The doctor they called only said that Yang Yulan was suffering from excessive worry and severe damage to her Spirit, and probably didn’t have much time left.
Although they invited various doctors for treatment and spent a lot of gold coins, it only prolonged her life by three months.
His mother, Yang Yulan, seemed to be at the end of her rope.
That evening, Yang Yulan, lying in bed, looked at Yang Pingan’s small, thin figure, who had been busy for several months.
She seemed to become even more haggard.
Yang Yulan had no vitality left in her body at this point.
She looked at Yang Pingan with a bit of heartache and spoke with all her strength: “Ping’an, I’m afraid I won’t make it. You must grow up well, live peacefully and safely in the future, marry, and have children.”
Yang Pingan’s face was also very haggard at this time: “Mom, you’ll definitely get better. Believe me, I’ll definitely cure you.”
Yang Yulan shook her head with tears in her eyes: “I know my own body better than anyone else. I’m just worried about how you’ll live in the future. You’re only four years old now.”
Yang Pingan was also in tears at this moment, but he still spoke with a resolute expression: “Mom, don’t worry. I will live well, and I will definitely avenge Dad.”
Yang Yulan’s voice became increasingly hoarse: “Ping’an, I know you’ve had your own ideas and big ambitions since you were little, but don’t think about revenge. The enemy is probably stronger than you imagine.”
“Don’t think so much for now. Besides the money at home, there’s a small box under the floor tile at the foot of the bed. The things inside will allow you to grow up safely, but you must never easily reveal them. Showing off wealth easily attracts disaster.”
Yang Pingan said with a serious face: “Mom, don’t worry. I know what to do. I will definitely find a way to live.”
Yang Yulan took one last look at her son, seemingly filled with endless worry, and finally closed her eyes.
Yang Pingan, with tears streaming down his face, clenched his fists, even biting his teeth until a trace of blood appeared, silently watching his deceased mother.
From now on, he had no other relatives left, only hatred.
In the following days, under the guidance of Elder Old Tom and with the help of some villagers, Yang Pingan buried his mother, interring her with his father.
However, as soon as the funeral was over, Yang Pingan invited Elder Old Tom and several old people from the village.
Everyone looked at the young Yang Pingan, seemingly feeling great pity and concern for his future growth.
It must be said that no matter where, ordinary villagers are relatively simple and honest, but Yang Pingan also understood that there are absolutely no completely simple people in this world; self-interest is everything.
Yang Pingan bowed three times in a row to Old Tom: “Thank you, Grandpa Tom, for helping to bury my mother. Next, I have something I need your help with, Grandpa Tom.”
Old Tom’s expression was also quite sad: “Ping’an, just tell me what it is. We’ve watched you grow up too.”
Yang Pingan took out a small pouch from his person, placed it directly on the table, and opened it.
Inside were thirteen gold coins, which was all of Yang Pingan’s visible family wealth at the moment.
Yang Pingan bowed again to Old Tom: “Grandpa Tom, this is all of our family’s wealth. I would like to ask you to help me keep it. This is for my future schooling and living expenses.”
Many simple villagers looked at the gold coins on the table with a hint of greed.
For them, this was a considerable fortune.
One gold coin was enough for a family of three’s normal expenses for several months, and these dozen or so gold coins were an enormous fortune for ordinary people.
Old Tom looked a little worried: “Ping’an, what are you doing? You should keep it yourself. How will you live without this money?”
Yang Pingan shook his head: “Grandpa Tom, I’m too young right now. Please help me keep it. If I really need it in the future, I’ll come to you then.”
Although Yang Pingan was young, he had secretly observed the villagers for a long time.
Old Tom had been the village Elder for so long, so he naturally had a certain prestige in the village, and even a certain shrewdness and influence.
Rather than having these gold coins on him and being coveted by others, it was better to hand them all over.
As for future matters, he would deal with them later.
Moreover, his family still had some grain.
The thoughts of a dignified adult would not lead to starvation.
As for Old Tom, with his reputation in the village, he wouldn’t go so far as to harm him for these gold coins.