Becoming a god starts with one certificate becoming eternal.

The elderly woman, the head of the household, paused with her cane, and forced herself to speak:

"Don't do anything reckless, this is trespassing..."

Yan Quan interrupted her directly, glancing at the people in the room as if they were looking at a pre-written account:

"Whether it's trespassing or not, we'll talk about that later."

"Let's settle what you owe first."

As soon as he finished speaking, even the flame of the oil lamp in the room seemed to shrink.

The old lady was still using her cane for support, but she seemed to have been pressed back into her chair by a single sentence.

The second uncle, forcing a smile, tried to argue, "We don't owe anything..."

Yan Quan raised his hand to interrupt, his tone low, but the rules were made clear:

Whether you owe someone or not, it's not about what you say.

"Relying on paper, relying on printing, relying on deadlines."

He pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and threw it on the table.

The paper was thin; it was a prescription from a pharmacy. The ink was somewhat faded, but the red seal was strikingly bright, and a handprint below it was darkened.

The stamp still bore the mark of the pharmacy's wax seal on one corner, as if it had just been pulled from the accounting cabinet. A line of small print next to it read, "Late submissions will be penalized according to the diary."

"Medicine debt".

Yan Quan said calmly, "The medicine I borrowed before the martial arts exam is clearly documented in black and white."

He pointed his fingertip at the deadline, as if pointing to a result that had already been written down:

"The due date is clearly stated."

"You've dragged this out until today, and there's still no movement."

Uncle looked down and the amount owed was like a bucket of cold water poured over his head; his face instantly turned pale.

"So many?!"

He knew Ye Chong had borrowed medicine, but in his memory it was only a few kinds of medicine, he shouldn't have owed so much.

My second aunt panicked too; her voice trembled, and even her curses faltered.

"Chong'er, you...you only borrowed a few kinds of medicine, how come you have so much?"

Ye Chong's lips were dry. He wanted to say "It wasn't me," but the black handprint was like a nail, embedded in the paper and also in his throat.

At that moment, he panicked and hated the senior brother who had led him to borrow medicine.

Yan Quan didn't rush to pressure the person; he simply pushed the IOU onto the table, letting the lamplight illuminate it more clearly.

"I didn't borrow it that often."

"The terms and conditions are written on the form... If the payment is not made by the due date, a penalty will be imposed, and the penalty will be rolled over daily."

"If you choose to delay, the debt will naturally snowball faster."

My second aunt still tried to argue, "That...that's not worth it!"

"Not worth it?" Yan Quan chuckled, his laughter chilling. "Why didn't you say it wasn't worth it when you borrowed it?"

He pulled out a second sheet of paper and placed it on top of the credit note.

The paper was clean, the handwriting was neat, and it bore two seals: one from a pharmacy's accountant, and the other from an unfamiliar contract transfer seal.

Uncle was stunned, his throat tightening:

"What...what is this?"

Yan Quan pressed his fingertip against the line of words, as if pressing down on their Adam's apples:

"Change the master."

"What you owed was originally the pharmacy."

"Starting tonight... no more."

The air in the room suddenly felt heavy.

Their hearts sank even further. If the debt were in the hands of the pharmacy, perhaps there would still be room for maneuver...

The old woman's face twitched, and she slammed her cane down again:

"Who changed it? Who's trying to drive us to our deaths?!"

Yan Quan raised his eyes, his tone still calm:

"You are not worthy to know."

"Just know that I'm in charge of these accounts now."

He pushed the two pieces of paper forward half an inch, like pushing a knife to the edge of bone:

"Pharmacies can still show consideration for people."

"Once the accounts are in my hands, I only follow the rules."

My second uncle trembled, his voice shaking:

"Could we...could we have a couple more days? We'll definitely find a way to pay it back..."

Yan Quan did not respond.

He simply pulled a small slip of paper from his sleeve and tossed it onto the corner of the table.

"Fine for late payment."

"Continued rolling daily."

A piece of paper fell, lightly yet forcefully, like a mountain pressing down on the chest, making it hard to breathe.

Second Aunt shrieked, "How can you calculate things like that?! You really want to drive us to our deaths!"

Ma Wu took half a step forward.

He didn't lift a finger, he just slumped his shoulders.

The oppressive force pressed down like a wall, and the second aunt's voice trailed off. Her legs went weak, and she staggered, grabbing the edge of the table for support. Only a dry, hoarse gasp escaped her throat.

Yan Quan's tone suddenly became even, so even that it sent chills down one's spine:

"You keep saying that others are harming you."

"But you've all chosen this path yourself."

Ye Chong's eyes reddened, and he finally couldn't help but hoarse out:

"I borrowed the medicine for the martial arts exam! To turn my life around! Don't you understand?!"

He gripped the last straw, biting down hard, and roared:

"As long as I can make a name for myself, this amount of money is nothing!"

"Even a piece of trash like Ye Xiao can become an inner disciple, so why can't I! I should be an inner disciple!!"

Yan Quan looked at him as if he were someone still dreaming:

"I already know your situation. Someone like you has less than a 30% chance of becoming an inner disciple. Even if you were lucky enough to succeed, you would never stand out from the martial arts exam, yet you still harbor delusions."

Uncle's face turned completely pale, and his voice trembled:

"We really have no money...we really have no money..."

Yan Quan nodded, as if he already knew:

"If you don't have the money, then we'll settle it according to the rules."

He tilted his head to the side.

The two men behind Ma Wu then entered the room, their movements slow yet deliberate, like dismembering bones.

Pots, beds, receipts, and anything that could be exchanged for money were all moved out one by one.

The wooden bed scraped across the ground with a creak as it was lifted, and the edge of the pot hit the door frame with a clang, as if hollowing out the heart of this family.

A glimmer of light appeared on the paper window outside the door, then quickly went dark again. The neighbors were all awake, but no one dared to look any longer.

Third Aunt tried to rush forward to stop him, but Ma Wu glanced at her and she froze, not daring to raise her hand again.

My second uncle growled, his voice trembling, "What right do you have to move into my house?!"

Yan Quan said calmly:

"To pay off the debt."

If you can pay it back, you can keep it.

"If you can't pay it back, don't even think about staying."

The old lady finally lost her temper, her cane trembling violently, trying to intimidate others with her superior demeanor:

"How dare you... I'm so old..."

Yan Quan glanced at her, his tone as flat as iron:

"Debts are the most indiscriminate thing, regardless of age."

He raised his chin and pointed to the darker, wetter alleyway in the distance:

"You can sleep if you can tonight, but when dawn breaks, this door will no longer be yours."

"Move to Silent Alley, that's where people like you are suited."

My second aunt collapsed, crying out:

"How can anyone live in a place like that! You still dare to say you're not trying to force our whole family to our deaths!"

Yan Quan shook his head, his tone almost cold and indifferent:

"No."

"I am keeping you alive."

He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping across Ye Chong's face before settling on the old lady's cane, as if looking at an old object that should have been broken long ago.

"Dying is easy."

"The adults don't want to give you easy things."

My second uncle shuddered, his voice dry:

"Sir...sir?!"

Yan Quan didn't answer, but gently pushed the stack of papers forward half an inch.

That half inch, though not heavy, felt like pushing them one step closer to the edge of a cliff.

"Starting tomorrow."

He spoke slowly, but each word was deliberate and deliberate: "You should go to the Silent Alley and learn how to live your lives."

"Let's calculate whether a bowl of thin porridge, a bowl of hot soup, and a bite of dry biscuit are enough, and whether the door latch can hold up until dawn through a night of wind and rain."

"You like to ask for help... then keep asking and see if anyone will help you."

His voice remained flat, yet as cold as iron:

"Your path is blocked."

"From now on, you will only be fit to live the most despised days, enduring them one by one... living a life worse than death."

My second aunt sobbed, her mouth still hard, as if in a final struggle:

"Why are you forcing us like this! Who gave you permission to do this?!"