743: Chapter 223_6 743: Chapter 223_6 Bei Yan watched as Zhu Peng leaped to a surprising height, his face showing a hint of astonishment.
This was not a height a normal person could achieve without training in martial arts, yet ordinary martial practice would not allow for such a high jump either.
Moreover, could an imbecile, capable of practicing immortal cultivation, also be able to train in martial arts?
Besides, this was still just a child.
Even if he truly could practice martial arts, how many years could he have possibly trained?
Furthermore, the child’s punch just now packed an astounding force.
Leave alone a child, even a grown man among the common folk wouldn’t pack such power in his punches.
Little Beiyan looked at the old man with a trace of curiosity and asked, “Elder, has your grandson been training in martial arts?”
Apart from martial arts training, he could think of no other reason for the child to jump so high and possess such strength.
The elder shook his head upon hearing this, “The child has a large appetite, and it has been extremely difficult just to feed him, let alone have the money to afford his martial arts training.
However, sometimes he would sneak up into the trees and watch the people from Wang’s Martial Arts School practice, learning a bit on his own.”
Upon hearing this, Little Beiyan shook his head again.
Having stayed in Jijiang City for a while, he knew that Wang’s Martial Arts School was very famous because some of its practitioners had been chosen to join the Hundred Peaks Sect.
Therefore, many people in the city sent their children to Wang’s Martial Arts School to train.
But from what he had seen before, the children training at Wang’s Martial Arts School did not have any special cultivation talent.
Moreover, some adults, unwilling to accept that their children had not been chosen, still let them demonstrate the martial arts of the common folk.
To him, those martial arts seemed quite ordinary.
In fact, he knew that the martial arts among the common folk could also cultivate what is called internal strength, which also involved Qi.
However, it wasn’t any sort of mana or spiritual energy, but something called True Qi instead.
It was precisely because of this True Qi that ancient martial immortals were able to defeat many cultivators.
However, it seemed the people from Wang’s Martial Arts School did not know how to use True Qi and, even if they did, they were unlikely to teach it to an imbecile who merely spied on them from a tree.
So that means…
Little Beiyan asked with some uncertainty, “Is your grandson naturally this strong and able to jump so high?”
The elder nodded, “Indeed, he’s been naturally strong since birth, stronger than many adults.”
“Not just strong, when Little Zhu Peng carries sacks, he can hold up the weight of several men by himself,” someone from the crowd immediately called out.
“Yes, Little Zhu Peng’s strength is extraordinary.
Remember Old Liu’s stone lion?
How heavy it was.
Two years ago, Little Zhu Peng could lift it and smashed it right onto that scoundrel Zhang, killing him instantly.”
Little Beiyan paused, taken aback, “He killed someone?”
When the person who had just spoken seemed to realize his slip of the tongue, he immediately covered his mouth.
Around him, many people cast angry glances his way.
Old Zhu was truly kind-hearted; despite the fact his grandson ate an unusual amount and all of Old Zhu’s money went to buying food for him, with Old Zhu himself already in a pitiable state, he couldn’t bear to see others in need and would still help them if they were in trouble.
They all admired Old Zhu and were happy that his grandson might enter an Immortal Sect.
But now, others were speaking of Little Zhu Peng having killed someone.
They knew that the Hundred Peaks Sect was a widely respected and upright sect.
What if the immortals heard of this and disliked it, deciding not to accept Little Zhu Peng?
Hearing the doubts of the immortals, Old Zhu knew mentioning such things was not good but still spoke up, “That’s right, Zhu Peng has killed someone.”
The crowd sighed upon hearing Old Zhu’s admission; he was too honest.
Little Zhu Peng was a child, an imbecile even.
What would change if Old Zhu denied it?
The neighbors would surely have helped to cover for Old Zhu, yet he chose to admit it outright.
“The man Little Zhu Peng killed was a scoundrel; he deserved to die!”
“Yes, Little Zhu Peng did kill him, but that man had it coming!”
Hearing Old Zhu’s admission, those around could only help to say good things for him.
Yet Little Beiyan grew curious and asked those around, “What exactly happened?”
“It all started two years ago.
Old Zhu’s health was deteriorating, and being an old man, how much money could he earn?
Yet, Little Zhu Peng had a big appetite, and Old Zhu would rather go hungry than see his grandson suffer, spending all his money on buying wheat flour.
Old Zhu kept getting thinner, skin and bones.
Although Little Zhu Peng was simple-minded, he was a filial child.
Somehow, he heard that carrying sacks could earn money, so he ran to the mines outside the city to carry sacks and make money for his grandfather.
Old Zhu was heartbroken seeing his grandson work so hard and didn’t want Little Zhu Peng to do it, but although Little Zhu Peng was usually obedient, this time he didn’t listen to his grandfather’s advice and went to carry the sacks anyway.
In fact, carrying sacks meant hauling ore, and some carried large pieces of the rocks directly.
Scoundrel Zhang was the little brother-in-law of a foreman at the mine and had secured a job managing the wages.
He saw that Little Zhu Peng was just a child and cheated him out of his money.
Eventually, Old Zhu found out, confronted Scoundrel Zhang in the city, and demanded that he return the money.”