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Usually, it is not shameful if someone cannot practice blood. However, Li Xing is the son of Li Ziran, the prodigy of Three Chivalries Garden, a breath power master. The son of a prodigy who can't even practice blood will, unavoidably, become a loser in everybody's mind.
Of the three girls, the girl in red is called Chen Shuang. She comes from the Chen family of Three Chivalries Garden, and is the younger sister of Chen Xue.
The other two girls are named Bai Qiong and Bai Jing from the Bai family of Three Chivalries Garden. The Chen, Bai and Li family are closely related and runs the Garden together.
These girls are the same age as Li Xing. Their beauty captivated young men from all three families and made them unbearably arrogant. They can't bother to notice Li Xing, the loser with no hope.
As Li Xing muses, the busboy has returned and pulls Li Xing over. "I have talked to the owner," he says, "and we are indeed looking for a helper. Your duties include wood chopping, water carrying and other ch.o.r.es. Can you do that?"
Li Xing pauses and asks, "What does the job pay?"
"500 coppers a month. It's the best we can do." The busboy grins, "I only make 700."
Five hundred is enough to buy about 250 kilos of rice -Li Xing made up his mind right then. "Alright, I'll take it. Thanks man!" The busboy takes Li Xing to the richly-statured owner who is busy calculating on his abacus. Without lifting his eyes the owner waves them off, "Take care of him."
The busboy nods and bows, and takes Li Xing to the backyard with a smug look on his face. Heaps of wood has filled up in the 30-40 square meter s.p.a.ce. An old stump sits in the middle of the yard, its top flattened for wood splitting.
The busboy points at the wood piles. "Our business is booming!" he said, "1500 kilos of firewood every day, piece of cake. After you're finished with that, fill up the vats as well, all 30 of them. Can you do that?"
He sounds condescending but Li Xing doesn't mind. "Yes," he smiled and said. "I can do that."
"Good! You'll be paid every 10 days." The busboy leaves with few instructions -some new customers require his attention.
Li Xing has worked many different jobs in his previous life. Chopping wood is not skilled labor. He thinks to himself, "1500 kilos of firewood will probably take 3 or 4 hours. Good thing I'm at Blood Power Level One, shouldn't be too hard."
He sets a piece of wood on the stump, lifts the axe and swings.
Crack!
The wood splits readily. Li Xing continues to chop and hack. He feels great after ten, not bad after thirty, but at a hundred his arms start to feel very sore and he is barely able to lift the axe.
His hands, then white and smooth, starts to blister. A single touch sends piercing pain straight to his heart.
"I can't protect my hands because my blood essence can't reach my palms." Li Xing drops the axe and sits down on the stump.
He reaches for the pouch where the nameless bead rests. The bead was left to him by his mother. On that day he discovered the healing powers of the bead, and now he is going to confirm this discovery.
He holds the pouch with both hands and closes his eyes, feeling for any signs of healing.
One minute pa.s.ses. Two minutes. Then around three or four minutes, a soothing energy flows from the pouch into his palm. Wherever this mysterious energy touches, the blisters on his palm start to disappear at an observable speed.
Within 10 minutes, Li Xing's hands are restored, smooth without a single spot. He blurts out in joy, "This bead is precious!"
With this newfound knowledge, Li Xing wondered, for a moment, if he can make ends meet with this bead instead of painful labor. However, he quickly shuts down this idea.
"No! If people know about this prize, they'll try to take it and my life along with it as well! No, I cannot tell anyone about it." On this thought, he carefully puts the pouch back under his clothes.
Perhaps the bead has granted him stamina as well. With renewed arm strength, Li Xing resumes his work.
Two hundred. Three hundred. After four hundred pieces of wood, Li Xing reckons his chopping duties are finished, so he moves over to the vats. He has to carry two bulky barrel each weighing over 100 pounds when filled.
Thirty vats require 400 barrels of water at the least, which means Li Xing has to make 200 runs. His hands are blistered again after the heavy work.
