When I was ten, my father tossed me three taels of silver and sent me out to gain experience.
So, wearing a pair of worn-out cotton shoes, I walked the countless streets of Daliang and journeyed through spring, summer, autumn, and winter.
I begged for food, got beaten up by local thugs, and was even mistaken for a thief by a street vendor and turned over to the authorities, where I received thirty strokes of the cane.
That was why I treasured the chance to return to my family so dearly. I willingly gave up my place as heir, and accepted my father’s scolding without complaint.
To treat my stepmother’s illness, I braved the bitter cold for a thousand miles and ventured deep into the mountains to gather herbs.
For my sisters’ cultivation, I gave up what little resources I had and risked being devoured by demonic beasts to gather spiritual herbs...
But what did all that earn me?
A merciless whipping with a poisoned lash.
I died... but I came back to life!
I swear I’ll make everyone who ever hurt me pay a hundredfold!
