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Chapter 189 - 170 I Seek My Own Way_2

Chapter 189: Chapter 170 I Seek My Own Way_2

Zhang Shicai fell silent for a moment, then gave Wu a solemn fist salute, "Thank you, I’ll think it over."

"Okay, find me anytime when you have decided."

Wu left the room, and Zhang Shicai sat beside the bed, watching his sleeping granddaughter, his gaze filled with sorrow, struggle, and reluctance...

July 15th, today is Xiaoyun’s 9th birthday, and Wu had promised to spend it with her.

That evening, the show crew specially chose a restaurant to celebrate Xiaoyun’s birthday. Wu bought a cake, and each member of the crew had prepared a gift for Xiaoyun. In just a few days of getting to know her, everyone had grown fond of the optimistic and cheerful little girl. They also felt sorry for her because of her background.

"What’s the gift from Brother Wu?" Xiaoyun asked, her face beaming as she looked up at Wu.

Wu approached with his hands behind his back, then pulled out something from behind and handed it to Xiaoyun, "Look, do you like it?"

In his hand was a toy model: Sun Wukong standing on the Somersault Cloud, holding the Jingu Bang in one hand and pointing to the sky with the other.

"Wow, the Great Sage Equalling Heaven!" Xiaoyun exclaimed joyfully as she took the model.

She had grown to love the monkey who fought against heaven and earth after listening to Wu telling her stories from Journey to the West every day for the past few days.

After Wu had promised to celebrate Xiaoyun’s birthday a few days ago, he had specially placed an order online to have the model shipped at the fastest speed from within the country.

"Thank you, Brother Wu, I love this gift!" Xiaoyun hugged Wu and exclaimed loudly.

"Haha, I’m glad you like it."

Among the laughter, everyone sang a birthday song for Xiaoyun, then blew out the candles and ate cake...

"I’ve made up my mind, I’ll sell the Martial Arts Hall and take Xiaoyun to Hua Country," Zhang Shicai suddenly approached Wu and told him.

There were bloodshot lines in his eyes, perhaps the decision had been contemplated the entire night.

Wu was surprised, "Really? That’s great! Don’t worry, just come over, I’ll take care of everything else."

"Then I’m in your hands, thank you so much!"

Saying that, Zhang Shicai was about to bow to Wu, but Wu stopped him.

"Please don’t do this, senior. My Martial Arts Hall is in need of people. Having you come to my hall actually helps me a great deal."

While they were speaking, Zhang Shicai’s phone rang. It was a call from Huang Wei; he answered.

"Master, the Martial Arts Hall is on fire!" Huang Wei’s voice was loud, and Wu also heard.

"What did you say?" Zhang Shicai was shocked.

"Our Martial Arts Hall is on fire, come quick and see!"

Twenty minutes later, the group rushed to Martial Arts Street and saw Jiyun Hall engulfed in flames.

Hu Shan had given Ruan Xing a three-day deadline, and tomorrow was the last day. But during the past two days, Zhang Shicai had stayed with Wu and the others alongside Xiaoyun, so Ruan Xing had no opportunity to strike, and thus had to resort to arson to burn down Jiyun Hall to force Zhang Shicai into submission.

Thirty minutes later, fire trucks arrived and began to put out the fire.

Over forty minutes had passed when the fire was completely extinguished. The entrance to Jiyun Hall was charred black and the inside of the hall was mostly destroyed, thankfully the flames did not reach the residential area in the backyard.

"Preliminary indications suggest it could be arson," a firefighter told the crowd.

"Damn it! It must be Hu Shan’s doing!" Huang Wei cursed angrily.

"Wow!" Xiaoyun looked at the charred remains of the Martial Arts Hall, the place where she had lived for many years and couldn’t help bursting into tears.

Zhang Shicai looked at the signboard that once read ’Jiyun Hall’, now charred black, with nothing visible.

"Look at these three characters; you must carry on this Martial Arts Hall!"

He remembered how his father had stood at the entrance years ago, pointing at the signboard and telling him.

Again and again, he had chosen to compromise, to endure, but it seemed life still refused to spare him, slapping him repeatedly in the face.

He had clearly decided to sell the Martial Arts Hall, already decided to bow down to life. Why? Why did such things have to happen to him?

"Pu!" Zhang Shicai suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and fell backward.

"Senior!"

"Master!"

"Grandpa!"

...

A group of people anxiously waited outside the emergency room.

Wu looked at the emergency room door, lost in thought.

Around 10 p.m., Zhang Shicai was out of critical condition, but he had not yet awakened.

"The patient is elderly, you all need to calm his emotions as much as possible, and not let his mood fluctuate violently again, otherwise it would be very dangerous," the doctor told everyone.

How could they calm Zhang Shicai’s mood? No one could answer.

After the doctor left, the corridor fell into silence.

"I just got a phone call; someone turned themselves in at the police station, saying they set fire to Jiyun Hall," Chen Gang said quietly, walking up to Wu.

"Also, the Shaquan Dojo has sent a message; Hu Shan has refused to compete with you publicly, he only accepts private sparring, and he said he is waiting for you at the Shaquan Dojo."

"Heh," Wu laughed.

"I’ve contacted the embassy; they are also in touch with the relevant departments in Yuhe City," Chen Gang continued,

Wu’s gaze was cold as he looked at him, "And what of it? Can it bring Jiyun’s father back to life? Can it calm Zhang Shicai’s emotions?"

"Wu..." Chen Gang started to say something but then stopped.

Wu stood up, and Chen Gang immediately grabbed him, "Don’t be impulsive, Hu Shan is doing this just to provoke you into seeking him out!"

Wu shook his head, "I will take Jiyun back first."

He stood up and walked over to a bench, gently picking up Jiyun, who had cried herself to sleep.

Jiyun’s eyes were red and swollen, and she still frowned even in her sleep.

Wu carried her back to the hotel by car, opened Zhang Shicai’s room, carried her in, and gently laid her on the bed.

Suddenly, Wu’s hand touched something hard on the bed; he picked it up and found it was the birthday present he had given Jiyun, a model of the Great Sage Equalling Heaven.

By the faint moonlight outside the window, Wu looked at the model in his hands.

The Great Sage was pointing to the sky with an angry gaze, probably about to wreak havoc in heaven.

"Isn’t practicing martial arts all these years for the sake of being able to act without hesitation when it’s time?"

This was what Wu had said to two roommates outside the gates of Beichuan University after he had struck down several thugs bullying students.

"One day, when I come across oppression or injustice, I can choose not just to pretend I don’t see it, not to cower or kneel, but to take one step forward, just one step!"

This was what Wu had said to Chen Ling at the police station after being slashed with a knife.

"I practice martial arts so that in certain situations, I can take one more step forward, just one step."

This was what Wu had said to Zhao Kai over drinks. That night, when faced with two armed criminals, he didn’t hesitate to follow and take action.

Wu looked at the model of the Great Sage in his hand and suddenly laughed, making up his mind.

He remembered a line from the story of the Great Sage he had been telling Jiyun over the past couple of days:

"What is the Great Sage setting out to do?"

"To smash through the gates of heaven."

"And if he never returns?"

"Then he will not return!"

...

Wu suddenly felt his heart clear and luminous; he had never understood his own heart as he did at that moment: My fist is for taking that extra step!

Even if one step forward meant a cliff’s edge, even if it was a life or death gamble, he had no regrets.

This was his fist, his intent!

"It turns out that to develop Fist Intent, one must follow through with one’s own path."

A child-like smile appeared on Wu’s face; he had finally understood his own Fist Intent, taking a crucial step on the path of cultivation. What came next was to follow through with his path.

He quietly left the room, then left the hotel.

"Boom!"

Thunder exploded in the sky; the storm had arrived.

PS: I spent so much time considering this Chapter because I wanted to write about Wu’s Fist Intent, not as an ethereal phrase but as a real and concrete spirit. From beating up a few thugs at the beginning of the book, to the words he said to his mother, to his decision to act against two drug dealers, bit by bit, he finally understood his own fist and intent.

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