Mastering the Sabre to Meet Again Somewhere

Back to Jin Wangsun, who lied on the ground in the courtyard the entire time after being beaten down. His multiple attempts to stand up were futile. No matter what he tried, as soon as he tried to use his true qi, his entire body would feel numb. He, therefore, lay there cussing 'motherfucker,' of course, it was the bastard that just left that he was calling a motherfucker.

"That's the second time now… This is the second time now. Motherfucker… If I run into you again, I'll skin you alive!"

Jin Wangsun abandoned etiquette a long time ago. He continued making death threats and coming up with thousands of variations to curse Ming Feizhen with. Listening to his cursing made him go from the appearing as the patriarch of Gold and Silver Sect to reverting back to useless Young Master Jin.

Jin Wangsun's life wasn't a smooth ride. His mother passed away when he was young. He was raised by the former patriarch of Gold and Silver Sect, alone. His father was the patriarch of a huge and prominent sect in the pugilistic world. At the same time, their family was one of the three biggest merchants in the land. Despite how busy he was every day, he never forgot to bring Jin Wangsun along by his side and strictly educate him.

Gold and Silver Sect started out as merchants. They value pragmatism, profit and unity. Profit was far more important than friendships. As such, the days of mental warfare - which was every single day - became a mini pugilistic world for Jin Wangsun. Subsequently, Jin Wangsun learnt power is King at a very tender age. Further, it didn't take him long to recognise that he wasn't powerful.

Many years ago at a grand event with the Seven Champion White Princes, heroes across Jiangnan were invited to attend. The heroes brought along their second generation disciples.

Among the chattering and drinking was a cheerful atmosphere. It didn't take long for somebody to suggest letting their junior disciples perform in the arena. Everyone exclaimed that it was a good idea to have the children split up into groups according to their age and put on a martial arts performance. There were many children in attendance and plenty of children at Jin Wangsun's age.

At the time, he was only nine years old. He performed the Gold and Silver Wrong Hands. He was smart and dedicated with practice, so the majority of other kids his age weren't a match for him. As such, he continued to win match after match.

The heroes in attendance congratulated the former patriarch of Gold and Silver Sect, "A wise goose never lays a tame egg!"

Jin Wangsun was originally extremely proud to hear that, but then his father said otherwise, "My son is still a tame egg. He had to put in the yards. He cannot compare to your talented disciples."

It was just a modest statement, yet Jin Wangsun took it to heart and belted, "They just said that I'm not a tame egg. Dad, why did you insist on calling me a tame egg? What are you if I'm a tame egg?"

His response caused everyone to erupt into laughter. The heroes' mouths nearly ended up lopsided from laughing. His father wore a displeased look as he stared at his naughty son.

It was just a normal everyday tantrum. All that his father had to do was put him in his place when they go