Revelation of the Way of Heaven

Chapter 217 Origin

The Black Hawk helicopter eventually landed on a concrete patch next to an old house.

Si Haotian glanced at his son and asked, "You should be able to walk without any problems, right?"

Si Chennan nodded. "I only suffered some internal injuries because I forcibly activated my spiritual power, which caused it to become disordered. I'm fine now."

"Then come with me." Si Haotian stepped off the helicopter first, followed closely by Si Chennan.

The old house is a four-courtyard siheyuan (traditional courtyard house). Although it has a long history, it has been renovated, so it looks brand new.

Si Haotian led Si Chennan through the hanging flower gate and the covered corridor to the courtyard of the third courtyard. The courtyard was empty except for an ancient locust tree with lush branches and leaves.

Si Chennan frowned. Actually, Si Haotian had brought him here when the courtyard was very small, but he had never entered this three-courtyard house before, and he didn't know what his father wanted to tell him.

Si Haotian stopped in front of the ancient locust tree, gazing intently at it. When Si Chennan also stopped, he suddenly coldly commanded, "Kneel down."

"What?" Si Chennan thought he had misheard.

"Kneel down!" Si Haotian repeated coldly, this time adding an unyielding tone.

Si Chennan was stunned for a moment, but in the end he obeyed his father's words and slowly knelt down.

Si Haotian bowed deeply to the ancient locust tree and said, "Tree Immortal, my family has suffered a sudden misfortune today, and I am afraid I will no longer be able to serve you. This is my son. Out of consideration for our past relationship, I hope you will take good care of him in the future."

After Si Haotian finished speaking, without any wind rising, the ancient locust tree in front of him suddenly swayed, and at the same time, a thin branch grew out from it and eventually landed on Si Chennan's shoulder.

"Is this child injured?" A hoarse voice suddenly came from the middle of the locust tree. Si Chennan was shocked when a surge of spiritual energy suddenly flowed into his body. He felt his wounds healing rapidly, and in no time, he was completely healed, as if he had never been injured at all.

"Thank you so much, Tree Fairy, for healing my son's injuries," Si Haotian said, unable to hide his joy.

"Since your situation is beyond repair, I don't want to ask any more questions. As long as this kid continues to pay his respects to me on time as usual, I will take care of him just like I did for you." The locust tree said as it retracted its branch.

"Of course, even if the tree spirit didn't give the order, offerings would still be necessary," Si Haotian said respectfully.

"That's fine then." After saying that, the locust tree returned to its initial silence.

Si Haotian bowed to the ancient locust tree again, then gestured to his son, and the two walked together into the main house of the fourth courtyard.

The room is furnished in a typical Chinese classical style. At the entrance is a carved wooden screen, behind which is a round table and several armchairs.

Si Haotian sat down in one of the armchairs, then said to Si Chennan, "Sit down."

Si Chennan had just sat down as instructed when he asked, "Dad, just now..."

Si Haotian raised his hand to stop him from saying what he was about to say, and said, "I know what you want to ask, and that's what I want to tell you."

Si Haotian took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out and put it in his mouth. A flame appeared on his index finger, and he used the flame to light the cigarette.

Si Chennan was slightly taken aback. He had never seen his father smoke before.

"Isn't that surprising?" Si Haotian smiled. "Actually, I used to be a heavy smoker. But when your mother got pregnant with you, she said that smoking was bad for your health and forbade me from smoking anymore, so I quit."

Si Chennan looked quietly at his father's somewhat weathered face, unsure of what to say.

Si Haotian gently exhaled a smoke ring, his expression also sinking into memories. "More than 20 years ago, your uncle and I were penniless. We came to this city from a remote village, intending to make a name for ourselves here and make those people in the village who looked down on us look at us with new eyes."

"But reality is always much crueler than we imagined. Without diplomas, we could only do manual labor. The rent was too expensive, so we had to sleep on construction sites at night. Your uncle was only fifteen years old then. He was young and had a sweet tooth. Once, there was a braised meat shop near our construction site. The aroma was so strong that you could smell it from far away."

Si Haotian's face showed an intoxicated expression. "I'm not afraid to tell you this, but it was the most delicious smell I've ever had in my life. Every time your uncle passed by that shop, he would walk very slowly. So I worked hard to save up pocket money and bought him a braised chicken leg on his birthday. You have no idea how happy he was eating it."

"So, Uncle, your favorite food is still braised chicken legs?" Si Chennan couldn't help but smile.

"Yes." Si Haotian smiled and said, "Later, we finally made some money and were able to rent a basement as our place to live. The landlady at the time was a fat woman in her thirties who didn't work. She would take her pet dog named 'Laifu' to the card room to play cards all day long. She was quite friendly to us and would greet us with a smile when she saw us."

"Back then, we thought that as long as we worked hard enough, we could live in our own beautiful house and have a warm home, just like the landlord. But in the end, we realized that no matter how hard we tried, we could never become a part of this city. No matter how kind and friendly others were, there was always an insurmountable gap between us. Later, I finally understood that this is class. We and they have always belonged to two different classes, two classes that seem similar but can never be crossed."

Si Chennan frowned upon hearing this. Although Si Haotian had instilled the concept of "class" in him since childhood, he had never explained it in this way before.

"And then what happened?" he asked.

"Later, I encountered the Tree Spirit in this house." Si Haotian fell back into his memories. "At that time, I was cleaning this old house. I don't know why, but it was very weak back then, and it didn't look like the one you see now. Its true form was just a tree root. I provided it with nutrients to restore its strength, and it slowly recovered to its current state."

"I once asked him why he chose me. He said..."

Si Haotian paused for a moment before continuing, "'Because there was resentment in my eyes, resentment that I would forever remain an unknown nobody.' Yes, I was indeed resentful, so he gave me power, making both your uncle and me superhumans. Not only that, but he also used this special ability to earn his first pot of gold and establish the 'Yuheng Group'."

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