Sky Defiant Warrior

Ch. 4 - Master of Poetry

Every morning once Liuzhen woke up to forge a physique, he thought if the physique was strong then it would be easy to resist the enemy's strength.

Liuzhen could only fight with the basic attacks taught by the Grandfather. Grandfather said to be a strong warrior, then the base must be strengthened.

Being a strong swordsman required a huge cost to help cultivate. While Liuzhen did not want to burden the Grandfather, it was different if he became a disciple of the Peach Mountain sect.

On the other hand, the whole day Grandpa spent at home, if he was free to find firewood, or fishing behind the house. He did not want to get involved in troublesome matters in his old age.

"Hey look at the walking trash, are his legs useless now." The mockery of the people when he saw Liuzhen walking using his palm.

"If I were him, it might be better to be a scholar of poetry to defend my life" said one of the people around with a laugh.

Liuzhen had always responded to their throttling as a lash to keep practicing, in this world scholar poetry was an art for officials, just that not everyone could get a chance to become a scholar.

The undergraduate education was only devoted to the nobility and talented disciples of the sect. But in contrast to scholars of poetry, they are devoted only to women. Poetry was used to entertain the higher-ups of the kingdom, and it was women who read it softly.

"Stop," said Biao who was now right in front of Liuzhen.

"Isn't that the young master of the Biao family, it seems like I can see the end of that trash," muttered one of the people who was looking.

The presence of Biao Bei shocked the people around, apart from coming from a noble family, he was also a core disciple of the Peach Mountain sect. Biao Bei's abilities could not be underestimated, even some Peach Mountain seniors were respectful to him.

"Ahhh, sorry I seem to be blocking your way," said Liuzhen as he slowly shifted his hand steps.

"Are you insulting me?" ask Biao slowly.

"Of course not, I'm just training my arm muscle strength, so it can't stand up well" Liuzhen replied while maintaining the balance of his hand.

Liuzhen did not respond, he immediately walked back with both palms.

Liuzhen had always wondered, if he could become stronger would they dare to treat him like trash, if he came from a high family would they dare to say the trash was walking.

Liuzhen had always hoped that life would be fair, so as not to burden himself when he had to repay them all.

Liuzhen continued to train physically and strengthen the body, thus he was able to reduce the injuries he got from the fight.

"Grandfather I'm home" said Liuzhen.

"Ahh, you're back," replied Grandpa.

"What's wrong? Why is your face so sluggish, where is your spirit," continued the grandfather.

"No, I'm just a little tired, for a while I'll prepare dinner soon," Liuzhen replied as he walked towards the kitchen.

The grandfather who saw that only smiled wryly, he understood very well what his grandson felt.

Liuzhen did not want to express it too much, but his face was so predictable.

Sometimes grandfather also provided motivation for Liuzhen, but those words could not be believed forever.

Liuzhen realized that if he wanted to be strong, he had to practice more, than anyone else.