The Villain's Counterattack

My name is Sun Liuyuan. I was born into a carpenter family. I weighed 6.6 jin when I was born. My father, Sun Dafa, a carpenter, asked a neighbor who had failed the imperial examination to give me a name, hoping that the neighbor would be blessed. The scholar named himself Sun Dafu, which means to be very rich and powerful.

But his father Sun Dafa said, "My name is Dafa and my son's name is Dafu. They are both from the Da generation, but it is unclear whether he is a son or a brother. It is not appropriate." So the scholar expressed his opinion and named him Sanyuan, which means he has achieved great success in his studies and has won the top three places in the imperial examinations.

Carpenter Sun Dafa was immediately displeased. "Is this my son or yours? Why should I use a wish you'll never be able to fulfill as my son's name?" This was inappropriate. "My own son weighs six pounds and six ounces, so the number six must be in it. I've even given him a nickname: Xiao Liuzi."

The scholar then suggested that I be called Sun Liuyuan, which was twice as many as Sanyuan. So my first name was decided: Sun Liuyuan.

As the only carpenter in the county, Sun Dafa had no shortage of work, food, or money to spend, but his social status was always lower. He could not compare with the wealthy businessmen, and was not taken seriously by the landlords. Not only was he summoned at will, but he was also occasionally beaten and scolded if he was not satisfied with the work. However, as the most famous and only master carpenter in the county, they would not go too far. They could not always go to the provincial capital to hire a carpenter, right?

If they are truly wealthy, they may indeed do so, and even be proud of it, but it is not really cost-effective. Most wealthy families would not do so. It would be more convenient to adopt a group of orphans and refugees and train their own carpenters.

When I was six years old, an old scholar tricked me out of my pocket money and asked me to kowtow to him and study with him. Although I was scolded by my father afterwards, I did not refute. When I was ten years old, the old scholar passed away in poverty and loneliness. He was hastily buried with a roll of straw mat. I kowtowed to him again and stopped studying. I started to learn the craft from my father. The carpentry craft has been passed down for eighteen generations in my family.

When I was fifteen, my hometown suffered a disaster. The stored grain at home was robbed by the unruly people. My father rose up in resistance and was beaten to death. I saw several familiar figures. They were officials who were not wearing official uniforms. Then I became an orphan. The family property was managed by "relatives" and I was soon kicked out of the house.

That year, I learned a name, Master Lin. He sent people to deliver millions of kilograms of delicious food, so that I and a group of children crowded in a dilapidated temple could have a half-full meal every day. Relying on my good physique from years of work, I joined a big gang: the Beggars' Gang.

After six years of hard work, I became a second-level disciple of the Beggar Gang. With my good carpentry skills, I pleased a leader and got a carpentry shop, which was responsible for making money and gathering information for the leader. I also left the bottom of the Beggar Gang and became a secret worker.

When I was thirty, thanks to my consistent good performance, I became a Four-Bag Disciple, married the daughter of a bankrupt businessman, started my own family, and then...

Because I didn't have much of a beggar's temperament, I was valued by the headquarters and sent to the capital, the richest and most prosperous place in the entire Ming Dynasty under the feet of the emperor. Here I have a larger carpentry shop, five or six apprentices who do odd jobs, a two-story courtyard, a cook with rough feet, and a groom who pulls goods.

Although any one of them can beat ten of me, here, I have the final say!

On this day, I had an argument with another carpenter's shop owner not far away. I pushed him to the ground after a few shoves. Then I returned victorious with my apprentices. I was full of confidence in making a sandalwood armchair for a third-rank general, but I felt dizzy and fell to the ground.

Oh, I forgot to mention that after joining the Beggars' Sect, I changed my name to Sun Laoliu in order to fit in with the team. It sounds mature and catchy. But most of the time everyone calls me Xiaoliuzi, a name that makes me feel comfortable and warm, and it is also the name my father calls me the most.

But as soon as I was brought to the capital, I had to change my appearance, pick up the big name Sun Liuyuan again, and become the shopkeeper Sun and the boss Sun.

"I feel dizzy. Who am I?"

I'm Sun Liuyuan? I'm Sun Laoliu? I'm Xiao Liuzi?

Do not!

My name is Sun Yuankai. I possessed the body of a rough, sweaty, and rough-handed man in his thirties or forties. A huge amount of memories came flooding in, making him dizzy. The first thing Sun Yuankai thought of was the empty space about six meters long, wide, and high, with a square door. Two numbers, one big and one small, flashed on his chest: sixty-six.

Six chances to travel through time and space, and six chances to be resurrected each time. How much does that god like the number six? The person he possessed is also a six, Sun Liuyuan, Sun Laoliu, Xiao Liuzi, this is really six hundred and sixty-six.

But what did this reminder in my head mean? Why did I use up one resurrection opportunity for nothing, and only have five left? Did I die just now after possessing someone?

As his thoughts progressed, a piece of information emerged in his mind: an inexplicable force erupted from his chest, his heart was broken and he died, consuming one chance of resurrection. When he first entered the world, he chose to travel to a place with the most luck. There were no other options, so he was resurrected on the spot to repair the damage.

Sun Yuankai searched through Sun Liuyuan's memories, a wave of delight at the extraordinary powers of the world flooding his mind. Warriors, martial arts masters, and internal energy—there were surprisingly many other valuable things. Sun Yuankai searched further and discovered that becoming a Three-Bag disciple of the Beggars' Sect came with a perk: learning the Dog Beating Stick Technique. Thirty to fifty people could form a Dog Beating Formation, said to be quite powerful, the Beggars' Sect's mainstay. A larger formation involving hundreds or even thousands of people would be even more powerful, comparable to the Shaolin Arhat Formation.

Hmm, what is the Shaolin Arhat Formation? Sun Yuankai began to search his memory again, but at this moment, a loud voice exploded in his ears and he received a slap on the shoulder: "Sun Laoliu, you idiot, what the hell is the origin of that newly opened carpentry shop?"

Sun Yuankai was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and looked at the tall, burly man in front of him, carrying six bags and covered in dirt. A name popped up in his mind, "Li Gousheng?"

The burly man glared, his mouth revealing two rows of foul-smelling yellow teeth, and said with a chuckle, "You're such a good fellow, Sun Laoliu. I haven't taught you a lesson in a few days, and you've become so bold. You're the one who called me Gousheng. You should call me Li Tanzhu. Do you want me to loosen your bones for you?"

An unforgettable memory instantly emerged in his mind. Sun Yuankai's face changed drastically, and he quickly shook his head and said instinctively, "Master Li, please forgive me. I was busy and confused, my eyes were blurry, my speech was not working, and I spoke nonsense. I hope you will forgive me."

The leader of the Li Gousheng sect waved his hand and said, "Enough of the nonsense. Let's talk about the origins of that carpentry shop. What's its background? Whose connections did it rely on? Who does it work for? There's more and more money in this world, but life is getting harder and harder. Before, I just sat at home doing nothing, and my subordinates cheated and stole money every day. Besides handing it over to the headquarters, the rest was enough for me to live comfortably. But now I don't dare to do that."

"You said scholars should behave like scholars. Why learn martial arts? You've cut off our livelihoods as warriors. We can never go back to the way things were." Li Gousheng's words made Sun Yuankai roll his eyes inwardly, but he only nodded in agreement. Countless thoughts swirled in his mind, and he finally uttered two words: "Holy Church?"