Chapter 001: If You Don’t Want to Starve, Come With Me

When I was ten years old, my mother poisoned the meal with rat poison, ending her life and that of the man who had tormented her for five years in his second marriage.

That butcher of a man had the audacity to lay his hands on my sister Yan, who was only thirteen at the time!

As she was dying, my mother took out the few bills she had and pressed them into my sister’s hand.

“Yan, take Stone to Haizhou to find your real father, Shi Musong!”

After saying this, she passed away.

She only told us that man’s name but never said where exactly in Haizhou he lived.

Perhaps she didn’t even know herself.

Yan and I bought a train ticket and traveled for a whole day and night to Haizhou.

As soon as we got off the train, our luggage was stolen. Inside were a few tattered clothes and all the money we had left—twenty-seven yuan after buying the tickets.

Standing there in the train station square, penniless and alone, we had no one to turn to.

To fill our stomachs, Yan took me to a small restaurant by the station to wash dishes.

But she was too young, and carrying me, a helpless burden, she was kicked out after just an afternoon’s work.

I was born disabled; my left eye was almost all white, with a pupil no bigger than a pinprick—I could see nothing.

Starving and desperate, I seized the chance when an old woman selling tea eggs at the square was not paying attention and stole two of her eggs.

When I brought the eggs to Yan, she asked where they came from.

I didn’t dare lie and told her I had stolen them, promising to repay the old woman later.

Yan, who had never struck me before, slapped me hard and pulled my ear, saying:

“Stone, remember, even if we starve to death, we must never steal or rob! Our clothes may be dirty, but our hands and feet must remain clean!”

She found the tea egg seller, bowed deeply, apologized, and returned the eggs.

That night, I developed a fever.

Yan took a paper bowl someone had left after eating instant noodles and fetched some tap water from the public restroom for me. She held me in her arms, sitting on the bench in the waiting room, and cried.

When I faintly woke up, several people were standing before me.

The old woman selling tea eggs pointed at Yan and me and spoke to an elderly man beside her.

The man, in his fifties, was short but carried an indescribable aura.

He bent down to look at me with a strange expression before quickly reverting to a cold demeanor.

“You’re a natural Qi cultivator! If you don’t want to starve to death, come with me!”

Yan hesitated at first, but seeing me weak and burning with fever, she agreed to follow him.

This man, known as Third Master, had a tall, strong brother carry me to a scrap recycling station.

There were many children like us there, all taken in by Third Master.

Yan and I lived at that scrap station for eight years.

During those years, Third Master taught me many skills: lock picking, appraising antiques, combat, repairs, but most of all, Qi cultivation.

Third Master said that everyone has Qi inside them, accompanying their life and dissipating only after death.

Qi resides in the internal organs, meridians, blood, sustaining bodily functions.

If refined and harnessed properly, it can transform a person into a dragon among men.

But Qi cultivation is not easy; some people spend their whole lives without sensing their Qi, and even if sensed, cannot control it.

Third Master was no philanthropist; he took in those children to make money.

All the skills he taught us were to help him earn.

He often said: “I never take in trash, nor do I keep idlers.”

No one knew who Third Master really was or how he had so many skills.

No one knew how much money he had.

But we all knew that on the busiest street of Haizhou, Wanxiang Street, about sixty percent of the shops paid rent to him.

Two years ago, Third Master gave Yan and me a key to a shop on Wanxiang Street.

Yan made a deal with him.

All the children taken in could earn fifty thousand yuan to buy their freedom, free to come and go.

Yan promised Third Master one million yuan each for her and me, to be repaid within five years.

In return, she got a storefront to use as she pleased.

She also asked Third Master to help find a man named Shi Musong.

Third Master pondered that name for a long time and looked at us differently, but said nothing and agreed to let us leave.

That storefront became our home in Haizhou.

Yan registered a company called Yan Hui Service Consulting Ltd.

The business covered emotional counseling, antique appraisal, feng shui and palm reading, matchmaking, housekeeping—anything that made money.

The company has been running for two years now and is doing quite well.

We work tirelessly every day; it’s hard but fulfilling.

Though we left the scrap station, whenever Third Master called on us, we answered without hesitation, doing our best to help.

Just now, I got a call from Little Monkey; Third Master wanted me to come over immediately.

I grabbed my car keys and said to Yan, “Sis, I’m going to the scrap station!”

“Wait!” Yan reached under the counter and handed me a bag. “I picked some mushrooms on Mingxiu Mountain. Take them to Third Master.”

She gently adjusted my sunglasses and warned, “Drive carefully!”

At the East City scrap station, I parked in front of a row of brick houses.

A few people approached.

In the middle was a blond with dyed hair who exaggeratedly called out as soon as he saw me:

“Hey, if it isn’t Big Boss Shi! What wind blew you, big shot, all the way over here today?”

The others laughed, but their eyes weren’t friendly.

I pulled out a cigarette and offered it. “Brother Zhao, Third Master sent me. Is he inside?”

The blond slapped my hand away with a clicking noise.

“Have some shame! Who’s your brother? You’re a loser who got rejected three times trying to apprentice under Master. Why don’t you just put a knife to his neck and make him call you ‘disciple’?”

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