Chapter 8 — The Strongest Waste Item in Martial Arts

He said this sentence for eighteen years. Speak at the clan meeting. Talk at the dinner table. Say it straight to To Dien's face. Say it in front of everyone. Speaking for eighteen years. At this moment, that sentence was like a knife flying out of his mouth and piercing his heart. Chu Can did not give the To family time to digest this matter. He took out a long black box from his jacket pocket and offered it to me with both hands. "This item is a token passed down through generations of the Martial God Temple, named 'Tran Thien'. Thirty years ago, the previous holder passed away, and since then no one has been able to activate this token." He opened the box. Inside was a black metal token, as large as a hand. The surface is engraved with extremely complex lines, vaguely with light circulating. "After your exam data was transmitted to the Martial God Palace yesterday, this token glowed on its own." "For the first time in thirty years." I raised my hand to hold the token. As soon as I touched it, it was cold. Then— Heat up. Hot. All the lines on the metal surface light up. Yellow light poured out from my palm, illuminating half the street. The wind came from all four directions, and the old coat on my body blew loudly. Chu Can's eyes glowed brightly. Two people followed behind him, the short-haired woman and the man with eagle eyes, kneeling on one knee at the same time. "Welcome master Tran Thien Lenh back to his position." Their voices were not loud but every word was clear. It was like the sound of thunder pounding in the ears of every member of the To family. The yellow light dissipated. The token rested quietly in the palm of my hand, still warm. I tried it and felt a strange harmony. Like this originally belonged to me. Chu Can stood up straight and looked at me seriously: "Mr. To Dien, from today, you are the ninth generation master of Tran Thien Order of the Martial God Palace." "All resources in the temple are open to you." "Martial artists from the Saint realm and above across the country, seeing the token is like seeing yourself." He paused and then added a sentence: "The master of the palace also knows about this. He said—" "I have been waiting for you for a long time." I remained silent. Say nothing. There are many thoughts swirling in my head. But the clearest thought was— Eighteen years. They said I was trash for eighteen years. Turns out I'm not useless. It's that their world is too small to contain me. I turned around. Facing all the To family members. Dozens of people in the house stood crowded on the steps in front of the door. No one dared to look me straight in the eyes. To Uyen Ninh cried, not knowing whether it was because of fear or regret. The eldest uncle's legs were shaking, he had to hold on to the pillar to stand steady. To Khai Minh lowered his head, the lines on his shoulders tensed as if about to break. The C section gold medal still hangs on his chest. Right now, that medal looks like a joke. Grandpa finally recovered. He staggered forward a few steps, his lips were purple, he reached out to grab my sleeve: "Dien Nhi... Dien Nhi! Grandpa doesn't know... If grandpa knew you..." I looked at him. Looking at the familiar face for eighteen years. This face was once filled with disappointment, hate and impatience. Now everything turned into panic. His hand stopped in midair, unable to reach my sleeve. Because I took a step back. A very small step. But grandfather's hand immediately stiffened. It was like all my strength had been drained away. “Grandpa.” I spoke up, my voice very calm. "I heard the words you just said in the meeting." His face turned from gray to pale white. "Distribution according to the lowest standards, enough for food is enough." I returned that sentence to him intact. Do not bring news

Angry, but not mocking. Simply recounted. But it is this calmness that is heavier than any reproach. Grandpa's lips trembled violently. "Dien Nhi, grandpa is wrong... Grandpa..." "I don't need the To family's cultivation resources anymore." I interrupted him. Not because of anger. Which is the truth. The Martial God Temple's resources were completely opened up to me. The To family's few resources truly no longer have any meaning. But when these words fell on my grandfather's ears, it hurt more than being slapped. His legs were soft. If it wasn't for the eldest uncle rushing to catch him, he would have collapsed directly. Not kneeling before me. It's that my legs can't support me anymore. The eldest uncle supported his grandfather, raised his head to look at me, his lips moved a few times, and finally reluctantly said a sentence: "Dien Nhi... the words the eldest uncle said before, the eldest uncle..." I looked at him. His voice immediately choked. Because there wasn't any emotion in my eyes. Not hatred. It's not resentment. Just— Don't care. This "disinterest" makes people even more desperate than hatred. Because hatred at least proves that you still care. Not caring means that in my heart, they are no longer important. To Uyen Ninh suddenly got up from the doorstep, staggered and ran in front of me, tears and snot streaming down her face: