The Heavens Start to Reverse Fate from Martial Arts

Chapter 1: The Beginning of Defiance (New Book, Please Read)

Guangdong, Foshan.

The sky was dark and the drizzle continued, turning into a rain curtain that washed away the filth of heaven and earth.

The taverns and brothels on both sides of the street were already packed with people; the sound of men talking in low voices and the girls shouting could be heard constantly.

Pedestrians wearing straw raincoats and bamboo hats, with long braids dragging behind their heads, walked hurriedly in the rain.

Wang Yi stood at the corner of the street, holding an oil-paper umbrella in the rain, quietly watching the scene in front of the tavern.

The man performing in front of the door was his target.

The master of dark energy, Yan Zhendong, is a master-level figure at the same level as Huang Feihong.

The first time he came to this world, he used a little of his origin to convert ten thousand taels of gold. This was the basic function of the Tree of Nothingness, which began from nothingness and returned to nothingness, and was the simplest conversion of origin substances.

This was a preparation to take down the lone Yan Zhendong. As long as he was taken down, the rest of his martial arts journey and many plans would undoubtedly be much smoother and easier. Of course, this was also an adventure.

In front of the tavern.

Yan Zhendong bit a piece of cloth in his mouth, with the sharp tip of the gun against his throat. He pushed his body forward little by little, and the wooden gun barrel gradually bent, forming a huge arc.

He tensed his muscles and exerted all his strength. With a crackling sound, the two red tasseled spears broke into several sections and scattered on the ground.

There were sporadic cheers of applause from all around, and copper coins flew from both sides of the street and scattered in front of the stairs of the tavern.

Yan Zhendong spat out the cloth in his mouth, squatted down and picked up the coins one by one, feeling mixed emotions. Where is his way out?
Just then, a slender figure came over holding an oil-paper umbrella and shielded him from the drizzle.

"Master Yan, can you sit down and have a drink?"

"Who are you? I don't know you."

Yan Zhendong glanced at the person who came, lowered his head and continued to pick up the copper coins. After picking up the last copper coin, he stood up and looked at the young man in front of him.

He was wearing a long green gown, with upright eyebrows, a strong and fair face, and a grey bowler hat on his head. Two strands of long hair fell naturally at his temples. He had an extraordinary temperament, and his eyes revealed an unusual maturity and calmness, as well as a hint of sadness.

Wang Yi smiled and cupped his hands: "I am Wang Yi, and I have a way to solve Master Yan's current difficulties."

"Difficulties? Humph! I don't have any difficulties." Yan Zhendong snorted, put on his shirt, bent down to pack his things and prepared to leave.

"Master Yan is not interested in a job that pays ten taels of silver a month?" Wang Yi spoke in a gentle tone, not showing any eagerness, and handed the oil-paper umbrella forward.

In the world of the movie Wong Fei Hung, Yan Zhendong is the master who is easiest to control and also a master with decent character, provided he has enough money.

He needed to learn the martial arts of this world, and also needed to find a master to protect him during his weak period, and the person in front of him was the best choice.

Yan Zhendong froze, and stood up expressionlessly: "What job? Don't ask me to do murder or arson. Although I, Yan Zhendong, am not a good man, I won't do anything that goes against my conscience."

Wang Yi smiled gently. Yan Zhendong had indeed not been corrupted by fame and fortune yet, and he still had a conscience in his heart, otherwise he would not have come to him so rashly.

"Of course it's not about murder or arson. This is not the place to talk. I have booked a table at the Yuelai Inn. Why don't you sit down and talk slowly?"

As he spoke, he turned sideways and made a gesture of invitation, glanced at Liang Kuan in the rain in the distance, smiled slightly, and led Yan Zhendong towards Yuelai Inn.

Liang Kuan stared blankly at the two figures disappearing in the rain. He felt as if he had lost something. He frowned, turned around and walked towards the direction of the troupe.

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Yuelai Inn, third floor room.

In the antique room, Wang Yi leaned on the eight-immortal table, sipping the strong liquor in the glass with a dazed look.

After being reincarnated in the Vast Continent for sixteen years, he was tormented by illness for sixteen years. His energy was constantly drained, leaving him in a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness all year round, no different from a living dead.

When I was dying, I had given up all my fantasies and was ready to accept death.

The golden finger that I have been dreaming about for sixteen years has finally awakened...

There is joy, but more of it is resentment.

Fortunately, the appearance of the Tree of Nothingness brought a turning point in his gloomy life and gave him hope of changing everything.

The most important thing now is to strengthen ourselves while disrupting the established destiny of this world.

Only by allowing the Tree of Nothingness to absorb enough of the origin of the world can we resolve the hidden dangers of the main body, embark on the practice of Qi and Blood Martial Arts, and thus pursue the power to reverse everything.

This is also the purpose of the true spirit projection this time.

Only by becoming strong enough can you have the strength to make up for the regrets in your heart, protect everything you care about, and reverse the misfortune that happened to you...

Defy fate, be at peace with yourself, and just hope to live a life without regrets.

Yan Zhendong stopped eating voraciously, put down his bowl and chopsticks, looked at the worried boy sitting opposite him, clasped his fists, and thanked him earnestly:
"Thank you, sir. I haven't had such a comfortable meal in a long time. As for the job you mentioned, as long as it doesn't involve murder or arson, I can do it."

Ten taels of silver are enough to buy an acre of good farmland in some places. The reward offered by the other party is too generous. What he is asking for must be extraordinary. He must think carefully.

Wang Yi adjusted his mood, put down his wine glass and said bluntly: "Martial arts instructor and personal bodyguard, you need to teach me martial arts without reservation."

As long as the other party is willing to teach him everything he knows, he can use the Yandao Hall in the void space to learn the martial arts that the other party has studied all his life in a short period of time, so as to quickly gain the ability to protect himself.

Yan Zhendong frowned, with a look of vigilance in his eyes: "Your muscles and bones have already taken shape, it is almost impossible for you to achieve anything in martial arts." He then bowed and said solemnly: "If you want a personal bodyguard, then fine. With me here, I can definitely protect you. Forget about teaching."

He was in financial difficulty now, even reduced to performing on the streets, but how could he possibly teach an outsider everything he knew just for money?

Judging from his words and actions, he was obviously a nobleman from a distinguished family. How could he afford the pain of practicing Iron Shirt? If there was any problem, it would be fatal, so it was better to make it clear in advance.

Moreover, the other party dared to come to him alone, so he must have some support that would not fear his bad intentions. The most taboo thing when dealing with these noblemen is greed. He has no intention of fleeing to the ends of the earth now.

Wang Yi reached out and picked up the wine jug beside him, filling the two glasses on the table, speaking calmly:
"Master Yan's purpose for coming to Foshan is nothing more than fame and fortune. I can help you with this. There are very few opportunities in a person's life. If you miss them, you really miss them. Don't you think this is true?"

As he spoke, he put down the wine jug, raised his glass to gesture, and took a sip of the wine calmly, showing no sign of urgency.

The reason why the other party resists is simply that the benefits he sees are not enough. What he needs to do is to gradually increase the stakes until his inner defenses are completely broken.

Yan Zhendong's eyes flickered, he raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, then frowned and fell into deep thought.

These words touched his heart. He had originally planned to come to Foshan to make a living, but now he has fallen to the point of performing on the streets and can barely make ends meet.

But do I really want to teach everyone all the Yan family martial arts for this so-called opportunity?
I kept weighing the pros and cons in my mind and still couldn't make up my mind.

Wang Yi smiled, reached into his arms, took out two ingots of silver from the void and placed them on the table: "Is twenty taels of silver enough for a month?" Seeing that Yan Zhendong was still hesitating, he took out another ingot of silver: "Is thirty taels of silver enough for a month? ... Forty taels... Is that enough?"

Seeing his face trembling, he said calmly: "Teach me sincerely for a year. No matter what the results are, I will set up a martial arts school for you and give you a thousand taels of silver as a reward. If you still don't agree to this, then let's stop here."

The words were still gentle, but they were like a thunderclap, shattering Yan Zhendong's psychological defenses.

(End of this chapter)