Rise from a Low-class Family to Martial Artist-Chapter 217 - 62: Lin Chen: There Are Always Fanboys to Argue for Me

Chapter 217: Chapter 62: Lin Chen: There Are Always Fanboys to Argue for Me

Raozhou Prefecture, Military Affairs Department.

Su Lingchuan walked out of the gate of the Military Affairs Department and got into a carriage.

The smile on his face disappeared instantly. His trusted aide, observing his expression, asked in a low voice: "Did you encounter any issues, Sir?"

"My teacher is going to leave Raozhou Prefecture soon and head to the Jiangnan Dao Martial Affairs Hall."

The aide was taken aback: "Isn’t it a reason to be happy that Lord Qiu is getting a promotion?"

"Initially, I thought so too, but the teacher instructed me to keep an eye on all the martial arts schools in Poyang County and ensure that there are no slip-ups. Judging from the teacher’s expressions, there might be hidden matters involved."

Su Lingchuan understood his teacher well; there must be some internal reasons for his teacher’s transfer, otherwise, the teacher wouldn’t have given such instructions.

Moreover, according to his estimation, even if his teacher’s realm had broken through, he should have stayed in the Military Affairs Department at Raozhou Prefecture for another year or two. There’s no reason for a sudden transfer.

The aide pondered for a moment, a gleam flashed in his eyes: "Did Lord Qiu mention who will assume the new position of Director of the Raozhou Prefecture Military Affairs Department?"

"The teacher didn’t mention it." Su Lingchuan shook his head. This was another reason for his inner vigilance.

The position of Director in the Military Affairs Department is crucial for the education of the students in the prefecture. Without selecting a suitable successor for the position, there’s no justification for transferring the teacher.

Su Lingchuan’s eyes showed a layer of gloominess. All he could do now was to manage his own area well, as his teacher had advised.

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Special Training Ground.

Lin Chen emerged from the cesspool for the eighth time as the sky turned completely dark. The other students were all collapsed on the ground.

Lin Chen had fainted eight times in the iron house, and they hadn’t fared much better, none able to last more than five breaths. Fortunately, they had the advantage of numbers, requiring them to queue. Each time they climbed out of the cesspool, they could delay for half a time unit.

By now, each person had only entered the cesspool three times.

"Senior Brother Lin, where are you going?" Shen Ge asked curiously as he saw Lin Chen standing up.

"To continue training."

Lin Chen smiled slightly, without mentioning to them that Senior Zhao had asked him to go over every night. Upon hearing Lin Chen’s words, Yu Fei and the other students looked at Lin Chen with admiration.

Even after all this, Senior Brother Lin was still going to train?

"As expected of Senior Brother Lin. If it were me, I wouldn’t train even in my current state. Even initially entering the iron house, I would have dawdled, trying to avoid going in even one less time."

A student commented with emotion, for they had observed Lin Chen entering the iron house the whole day.

He would enter the iron house, be thrown out after fainting, plunge into the cesspool, and then return to the iron house.

Through this cycle, Senior Brother Lin never paused for a moment.

The disgusting slime in the cesspool indeed could heal injuries, but the process was unbearable. Furthermore, each time the injuries healed, the body had to endure the burning pain of blazing flames.

"Even if the body can withstand it, the spirit cannot. Just thinking about entering the cesspool now makes me shudder. I really don’t know how Senior Brother Lin perseveres!"

The injuries may recover, but the pain endured does not vanish; it remains in memory. Many students still dare not recall it, feeling nauseous at the thought.

"Senior Brother Lin can persist because he’s always been like this; he’s different from us."

Shen Ge spoke, looking at everyone: "Gentlemen, you are not from Raozhou Prefecture, you might not know Senior Brother Lin’s family background. Does Senior Brother Yin know?"

Yin Aosong shook his head: "I’m not very sure; I just heard that Senior Brother Lin’s family background seems average?"

"Not average." Shen Ge shook his head: "Extremely poor!"

Seeing everyone’s eyes on him, Shen Ge had a recollective look on his face: "Our Raozhou Prefecture organized a county competition; coincidentally, the county of Yanshan, where I’m from, and Senior Brother Lin’s Poyang County were grouped together, so I specifically went to learn about Senior Brother Lin."

"Senior Brother Lin is just the son of an ordinary fisherman. His father is a fisherman on Poyang Lake, growing up in a lakeside village. Before entering the Martial Arts Hall, he had never been exposed to the Martial Path."

"How is this possible?"

Yu Fei was full of disbelief. Could a fisherman’s son have reached such a stage?

"This is true, something known within the martial arts circle of Poyang County. After losing to Senior Brother Lin in the county competition, I further investigated and found that Senior Brother Lin’s journey in martial arts was harder than I imagined."

Being the strongest and most talented student from Yanshan County’s current batch of students, swept away by Lin Chen, Shen Ge had feelings of resentment.

He wasn’t a saint; his heart wasn’t broad enough to be so accommodating.

But once he learned about Lin Chen’s martial arts path, his resentment dissipated, replaced by admiration.

"Back at the Martial Arts Hall, Senior Brother Lin couldn’t even afford beef. The Martial Arts Hall in Poyang County has an assessment criterion: if students don’t reach a strength of two hundred pounds within six months of entering the Martial Arts Hall, they will be expelled. Senior Brother Lin barely met the six-month deadline with a strength of two hundred pounds."

Listening to Shen Ge, some students showed signs of bewilderment, as their prefecture’s Martial Arts Hall had no such regulation.

"Are you wondering why the Martial Arts Hall would have such a rule that you weren’t aware of?"

Shen Ge understood their confusion, having felt confused himself when he first discovered this information. Later, he asked the martial arts instructors to understand the reason.

"The Martial Arts Hall indeed has this rule, but given our backgrounds, let alone having two hundred pounds of strength within six months, many of us might have surpassed that before even entering. The households of our fellow students in our Martial Halls aren’t lacking; this rule becomes irrelevant, and thus instructors don’t mention it."