Martial Arts Across the Heavens: Becoming a Martial God Starting from the Big Boss in Tangshan

Wong Fei-hung rushed to Aunt Thirteen's side, his face full of concern, his eyes quickly scanning her entire body:

"Shaoyun! How are you? Are you hurt?"

Aunt Thirteen then came to her senses, her cheeks slightly flushed. She quickly freed herself from Chen Wen's arms and tidied her somewhat disheveled dress.

"I'm fine, Fei Hong, don't worry."

She looked up at Chen Wen, her eyes filled with genuine gratitude and a hint of curiosity.

"Thank you for saving me just now. My name is Mo Shaojun."

Huang Feihong then turned to Chen Wen, solemnly clasped his hands in a salute, and sharply scrutinized the short-haired, strangely dressed young man in front of him, whose skills were astonishing.

"Thank you for your help, friend, in saving Shao Yun. I am Huang Feihong, may I ask your name?"

Chen Wen also returned the greeting with clasped hands:

"Master Huang, you're too kind. Jeet Kune Do, Chen Wen."

"Jeet Kune Do?" Wong Fei-hung frowned slightly, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes.

He had a wide circle of friends and had heard of various martial arts schools from both the North and South, but he had never heard of the name "Jeet Kune Do".

Judging from Chen Wen's skills just now, he is by no means an ordinary person, and he is definitely not someone that a small sect could train.

But being a cautious man, he didn't ask further questions, only secretly marveling at it, and his attitude became even more solemn:

"So it's Master Chen, nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you." Chen Wen nodded.

At this moment, Yan Zhendong had also come downstairs.

He glanced at the destroyed camera, then muttered something under his breath. His voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet teahouse where the chaos had just subsided:

"Hmph, those foreigners' sorcery has caused immense harm!"

The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat awkward.

Thirteen Aunt frowned, her face full of displeasure.

Chen Wen glanced back at Yan Zhendong and sighed helplessly.

"Don't say that. Cameras aren't magic. The principles of photography were first discovered by our ancestors."

Huang Feihong, Yan Zhendong, Aunt Thirteen, and the others were all taken aback.

Although they didn't like Yan Zhendong's statement, they also thought that cameras were foreign gadgets, so how could the other party say that they were from their ancestors?

Aunt Thirteen's eyes widened in surprise:

"Discovered by our ancestors? How is that possible?"

Chen Wen explained:

"The basic principle behind this is called 'pinhole imaging'."

"Simply put, light passing through a small hole will create an image in the dark room behind it."

"Mozi recorded and discussed this in detail in the Mo Jing."

"However, due to limitations in technology, materials, and knowledge at the time, our ancestors only discovered this phenomenon but were unable to conduct in-depth research or create a camera."

"The Mo Jing?" "Mozi?" The crowd looked at each other, most of them looking bewildered.

Everyone was stunned.

Although pinhole imaging is unfamiliar, it doesn't sound like nonsense.

Moreover, Chen Wendu explicitly stated that it was recorded in the "Mo Jing" (墨经), and they could verify its authenticity once they found the book.

In other words, this is indeed true!

Old Zhang slapped his thigh and exclaimed:

"I see! So these foreign gadgets really were created by our ancestors!"

Everyone sighed with emotion, never expecting that what they considered to be foreign gadgets were actually genuine local products.

"Looks like foreigners aren't so great after all!"

"Yes, yes, our ancestors were the most amazing."

Chen Wen shook his head again, interrupting everyone:

"No! Pinhole imaging was indeed discovered by our ancestors."

"But specifically the camera, it was invented by foreigners."

"It's either yes or no. We can't forget what's our own, but we can't steal what belongs to others!"

Just as everyone was beginning to feel proud, upon hearing this, their gazes towards Chen Wen became even more peculiar.

This guy first said the principle was from our ancestors, and now he says the machine is from foreigners.

He'd said everything, good and bad.

Moreover, his outfit...

Someone couldn't help but ask:

"Master Chen, you've also returned from abroad?"

Chen Wen shook his head and said frankly:

"I've been abroad... no, I guess you could say I was 'invited' out of the country once."

"Please leave?" The crowd asked, puzzled.

"It means 'catching piglets'," Chen Wen said calmly, but it made many people present who knew the meaning behind the term change their expressions.

"Taking piglets?!" Old Zhang exclaimed in a low voice, "Isn't that what the Manchus called taking Han people as slaves? Foreigners too...?"

Chen Wen nodded, his voice becoming a little deeper:

"Yes. Foreigners, and people from other countries, use various pretexts such as recruiting workers and making money to lure our people onto ships and transport them abroad."

"Once you're on the ship, you're a slave, your life and death are in the hands of others. If you're no longer useful, or if you get sick or rebel, you're just thrown into the sea to feed the fish. That's what 'selling piglets' means."

A collective gasp filled the teahouse.

Some of them had vaguely heard of Nanyang and Jinshan, and even envied those who "went abroad".

But I never imagined that the truth behind it was so bloody and cruel!

"No wonder those who go abroad to make money don't come back."

"I thought foreign countries were so great that nobody wanted to come back."

"If they're like pigs that have been captured, it's not that they don't want to come back, it's that they can't!"

Some people didn't believe it and shook their heads vigorously in rebuttal:

"Impossible! Everyone says there's gold everywhere overseas, and foreigners are all very rich, how could this be...?"

Chen Wen looked at the man and asked in return:

"If foreign countries were truly overflowing with gold, and foreigners couldn't possibly pick it all up themselves, why would they travel thousands of miles to come here? To do charity?"

"This..." The man was speechless, unable to answer, and quickly looked to Old Man Zhang for help, "Old Man Zhang, aren't you doing business with foreigners? Do you actually have a gold mine?"

The others also fell silent, especially those who had just been envious of Zhang Weng doing business with the foreigners; their faces turned pale.

Old Zhang wiped the sweat from his brow and said sheepishly:

"I...I just do some trading with foreign firms, nothing else...I really don't know."

Huang Feihong's expression was solemn, and his brows were furrowed.

He practiced medicine and helped people, and had witnessed human suffering, but the horror and cruelty of selling piglets still exceeded his imagination.

He looked at Chen Wen and asked a crucial question:

"Master Chen, you said you were... kidnapped as a piglet? How did you get back? And it looks like..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was clear.

According to Chen Wen's description, those who were captured and forced to be "coolies" faced a near-certain death. Even those who survived were subjected to immense torture and became emaciated.

But Chen Wen, though dressed strangely, was full of energy, with bright eyes and agile movements.

He had no scars on his body, nor even a trace of the listlessness that comes from long-term suffering.

He doesn't seem like someone who has experienced such hell.

All eyes were on Chen Wen, filled with doubt and curiosity.

"Hmph, I knew this guy was lying!"

Yan Zhendong also stared intently at Chen Wen. Chen Wen's words just now resonated with him, but at the same time, he was even more puzzled.

Just how many secrets does this person hold?

How did he escape from such a desperate situation and still manage to develop such excellent martial arts skills?

Is it really a lie?

Chen Wen's voice was calm, as if he were talking about something very ordinary.

"Because I killed them all."

"After I was arrested, I met an older brother who was both a mentor and a friend."

"He not only saved me, but also taught me kung fu. Together we saved many of our compatriots, and we also killed many people."

"My brother Long later founded Jeet Kune Do, so I say I am a disciple of Jeet Kune Do."