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

Lin Shirong was still very unwilling, but after hearing about this, he was completely stunned.

He himself shouted that the Manchu dogs had occupied the Central Plains, and he hated them to the bone.

Foreigners bully them, but the Manchu dogs have been oppressing them for over two hundred years!

But they...

Especially those members of the militia.

They originally rose up against the mites, but were later forced to surrender.

Anti-Qing? Of course they thought about it, and even tried!

But the result?

Failure after failure, bloodshed after bloodshed, the death of comrades, the shattering of hope, and in the end, they could only accept reality and eke out a living.

They even became lackeys of the imperial court.

Chen Wen's words revealed their deepest wounds and their most helpless side.

If we must avenge the foreigners, shouldn't we also avenge the mites?

They couldn't even resist the imperial court right in front of them, so what made them think they could challenge the foreigners with their powerful ships and cannons?

The atmosphere suddenly became incredibly somber, and everyone lowered their heads.

His eyes were dim, his clenched fists loosened, and all that remained was a deep sense of powerlessness.

Looking at this group of people who were just moments ago so aggressive, now they have become so dejected.

Chen Wen changed the subject, his voice now carrying a resolute determination:

"However, don't worry. I don't have that much time, nor do I need you to wait ten years."

Everyone instinctively looked up at him.

"As long as you trust me and follow my instructions, I will help you get your revenge as soon as possible!"

The members of the militia looked at each other, still unwilling and confused.

But Chen Wen's previous methods, his gratitude for saving lives, and this promise he makes now are all important.

Like a lifeline.

They need direction, a leader, even if the future is uncertain.

Lin Shirong gritted his teeth and was the first to shout:

"Alright! Boss Chen, I, Lin Shirong, will trust you this once! As long as we can get revenge, you tell us what to do, and we'll do it!"

"Yes! Trust Boss Chen!"

"Listen to the boss!"

The others echoed, though their voices were not as loud as when they were shouting for battle, but they were more solemn.

Aunt Thirteen watched from the side, her brows already furrowed, her eyes filled with worry.

She thought Chen Wen was trying to dissuade everyone from acting impulsively, but it sounded like... he still wanted revenge?

She instinctively looked at Wong Fei-hung.

"Feihong, what exactly is going on?"

Huang Feihong whispered to her:

"Brother Chen, this might be a delaying tactic. Let's calm everyone down first and then discuss this further."

Although he said that, looking at Chen Wen's calm yet unusually determined profile, he felt somewhat uncertain.

Yan Zhendong silently drank his wine, glancing at Huang Feihong and Aunt Thirteen, inwardly sneering:

Delay?

This guy is fine until he makes a move... then more than one or two people will probably die!

Yan Zhendong felt not afraid at all, but rather had a vague sense of anticipation.

He hadn't felt this way in a long time.

Seeing that everyone had finally calmed down, Chen Wen waved his hand:

"Alright, things are settled. Everyone, sit down and continue eating. No matter how important this matter is, we can talk about it after we've eaten."

Although everyone was preoccupied, they gradually returned to their seats.

Chen Wenze turned to Huang Feihong, clasped his hands in greeting, and said:

"Master Huang, thank you for your hospitality today. It's getting late, so I'll take my leave now."

Huang Feihong quickly stood up:

"Brother Chen, why are you in such a hurry to leave? Please sit a little longer..."

"No, I have some other things to take care of," Chen Wen declined, then turned to look at the militia members, raising his voice slightly.

"Oh, and guys, don't forget to report to my factory as soon as possible!"

"Yes, boss!" The militia members all stood up suddenly and responded in unison.

It subtly reveals a military style.

Chen Wen nodded in satisfaction, said no more, and led Yan Zhendong away, returning to Yiwen Medical Clinic across the street.

Closing the door of the clinic shut out the noise from the outside world.

Yan Zhendong smiled and said to Chen Wen:

"Congratulations, boss. Those militia members are extremely grateful to you. You've essentially secured this force."

Chen Wen walked behind the table and sat down, shaking his head with little joy on his face.

"Overwhelmed with gratitude?"

"They listen to me only because I promised to avenge them, and because I saved them once."

"But the person they truly admire is still Wong Fei-hung."

Yan Zhendong's smile vanished, his eyes turned cold, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed across them:

"Then...we'll take him down! Clear the way!"

Chen Wen suddenly looked up at Yan Zhendong, his eyes showing obvious astonishment, then shook his head and chuckled:

"Master Yan, Huang Feihong is a good man."

"A good person?" Yan Zhendong's lips curled into a cold smile. "To accomplish great things, even a good person standing in your way must be killed! A woman's compassion will get you nowhere!"

Chen Wen looked at Yan Zhendong's stubbornness and ruthlessness, sighed, and waved his hand:

"I won't judge whether your idea is right or wrong. But at least for now, we don't have to kill Wong Fei-hung."

"He is one of the few enlightened people of this era."

"And frankly, he's more open-minded than you."

Yan Zhendong frowned, his face turning somewhat grim.

Chen Wen seemed not to notice and continued:

"You have the word 'kill' on your lips all the time, wishing you could kill all the foreigners, all the mites, and all the people you can't stand."

"But have you ever thought about why you killed? And what you'll do after you kill them?"

"Take the Boxers a few years ago, for example. They killed foreigners and burned churches. Didn't you initially feel a sense of gratification?"

Upon hearing this name, Yan Zhendong's expression changed drastically, and he instinctively clenched his fist.

Chen Wen continued speaking:

"But they were wrong, terribly wrong!"

"The initial stance of 'opposing the Qing and destroying the foreigners' was correct, but when it later became 'supporting the Qing and destroying the foreigners,' it was completely wrong!"

"Besides that, what was their biggest mistake?"

"They simply don't know what they're doing or what they want!"

"They rose up with a heart full of passion, and they died with a heart full of passion!"

"They don't know the direction, they don't know the objective, and they don't even know who to kill?"

"Therefore, they were destined to fail!"

Yan Zhendong was deeply shaken by these words. He wanted to refute them, but found that what Chen Wen said... seemed to be right.

Back then, he was also filled with confusion and pain, completely lost and directionless.

He stared intently at Chen Wen, his voice hoarse:

"You know?"

Chen Wen smiled and nodded:

"Of course I know! And I also know who can truly save China!"

Yan Zhendong frowned slightly as he carefully examined Chen Wen.

"You mean yourself?"

As soon as he said it, he himself felt it was unlikely.

Chen Wen shook his head and chuckled:

"I know my limitations; I don't have that ability."

"But I know who can! I know where they are! I know that's the one who can truly save China and enable the people to truly stand up!"

Yan Zhendong fell silent and remained silent for a long time.

Chen Wen's words were astonishing and unbelievable. He asked, "Who can save China? Where is the way?"

But what if he's wrong too?

However, it was just another Black Flag Army, another Boxer Rebellion.

After a long while, Yan Zhendong slowly raised his head, looking at Chen Wen with a complicated expression:

Why should I believe you?

Chen Wen smiled:

"Because you need to believe, don't you want to go home?"

Family?

Yan Zhendong was startled, and images suddenly flashed through his mind.

The passion of yesteryear, the brothers who died, the humiliation of defeat, the confusion of heading south, the resentment towards the world... all sorts of emotions intertwined and surged.

"I will see with my own eyes!"

In the end, he only gave Chen Wen one deep look before turning around and walking towards his room.

Chen Wen watched his retreating figure, a smile playing on his lips.

"People's hearts can be won over!"

"However, that's not enough!"

Chen Wen muttered to himself, his gaze once again turning to the deep night outside the window.

"This fire needs to be made to burn even brighter!"