Rise from a Low-class Family to Martial Artist-Chapter 91 - 5: Stirring the City, Master and Disciple United

Chapter 91: Chapter 5: Stirring the City, Master and Disciple United

"Mr. Yu asked me to deliver a letter to Young Master Lin based on his ranking in the tournament. I must watch this match closely."

Thinking of Mr. Yu’s instructions in the letter, Hua’Er instinctively felt her chest, but she turned pale with fright, her face immediately becoming ashen.

One of the envelopes in her possession was missing.

Disregarding the idea of squeezing further forward, Hua’Er bowed her head, searching the ground, but it was just a sea of feet, densely packed, with no hope of seeing the ground.

"Miss, why are you pushing?"

"I say, Miss, if you’re not watching, get out. Why push me?"

The people nearby were jostled by Hua’Er, showing impatience, but Hua’Er paid no mind, continuing to bow her head in search of the ground.

"Lord Official, there’s someone disrupting the order here." 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Someone complained to Lin Xiuyong, who was maintaining order at the front. Lin Xiuyong walked over, seeing Hua’Er pushing left and right with her head down, frowned and shouted sternly, "Little girl, stop causing a ruckus."

With tears filling her eyes, Hua’Er lifted her head, anxious, and said tearfully, "I... I lost Mr. Yu’s letter. This letter is meant for Young Master Lin. My household’s Miss is the former Inspector of the Martial Affairs Office."

Despite her anxiety, Hua’Er was not foolish; she knew that she must reveal her Miss’s identity at this moment, or risk being taken away by Lin Xiuyong.

She wasn’t afraid of being taken away by an official, just afraid of losing time and ultimately not finding the letter.

"Inspector Shu?"

Lin Xiuyong paused. He knew who the Director of the Martial Affairs Office was, but he’d never paid attention to the Inspector.

However, the girl’s demeanor didn’t seem to be lying.

The surrounding crowd’s impatience softened upon hearing this, realizing she lost something, no wonder she was so anxious.

As for what an Inspector was, these ordinary townspeople did not know, but they imagined it was someone important and dared not scold.

Lin Xiuyong glanced around the dense crowd and, after some thought, shouted loudly, "Folks, since this young lady lost a letter, please check underfoot for any envelopes. Shout out if you find one. A letter isn’t worth money, so don’t bring trouble upon yourself."

The government office constable, experienced in dealing with all sorts, knew that thieves in the city would surely take advantage of this bustling event. His words were aimed at the potential thieves lurking in the crowd.

A letter isn’t worth anything; if stolen, just hand it over.

Yet, no one responded.

Lin Xiuyong watched the crowded scene and took Hua’Er to the front, asking, "Why did you bring the letter with you to watch the tournament?"

Could she have come to watch the fun while delivering it?

"I was here to deliver the letter to Young Master Lin. He’s participating in the match, so I came to wait for him to finish and then give him the letter."

Hearing this, Lin Xiuyong’s eyes brightened, a suspicion in his mind. "Which Young Master Lin are you referring to?"

He had seen the list of participants earlier today; there was only one with the surname Lin.

"Lin Chen, Young Master Lin."

It matched!

Lin Xiuyong was amazed, noticing the fate that connected him and Young Master Lin: first when they met at the harbor upon entering the city, then when a child went missing, and now encountering this maid.

"I’ll take you to find Young Master Lin, and I’ll search for the lost letter later."

Another chance to engage with Young Master Lin was one he wouldn’t pass up, especially given the startling suspicion in his heart.

They say Young Master Lin came from Linhu Village with no background support, yet from what the maid said, the former Inspector even wrote to him.

Clearly, this wasn’t lack of backing but rather solid support.

No wonder Young Master Lin was able to enter the Martial Hall and cultivate to Six Acupoints in such a short time, qualifying for this tournament. It appears there was influential assistance behind him.

Lin Xiuyong led Hua’Er to the stage, ignoring the curious glances from his colleagues, and headed straight toward the Jingshui Martial Arts Hall’s area.

Tea time ago, Kong Yinglei had led the Martial Hall students to this spot.

Lin Chen arrived at this place, scanning the area, seeing the village chief, his parents, and elder brother, also spotting the villagers from Linhu Village.

Just as he was making eye contact, his gaze caught Lin Xiuyong and the Hua’Er following behind.

"Sister Hua’Er?"

Seeing Hua’Er’s slightly reddened eyes, Lin Chen’s expression instantly cooled, leaving the formation to walk over. The Instructor and mistress had left the county town, leaving Hua’Er in their care; if Hua’Er were bullied, how as a disciple could he face the Instructor and mistress later?

Lin Xiuyong, upon hearing Lin Chen speak first and the instant coldness in his expression, was secretly pleased. This girl wasn’t lying, and it seemed familiar with Young Master Lin.

"Young Master Lin, this lady said she was delivering a letter to you, but lost it by accident. I’ve brought Miss Hua’Er over first; it’s busy and unpredictable there, but as for the lost letter, I’ll retrieve it for Young Master Lin."

"Thank you, Brother Lin."

Lin Chen expressed gratitude, then turned to Hua’Er, "Is it the letter from the Instructor?"

"Yes, Mr. Yu asked me to deliver two letters, and I lost one."

Hua’Er, seeing Lin Chen, felt as though meeting a relative, tears streaming down like rain.

"Sister Hua’Er, there’s no need to worry. Letters aren’t worth anything, and with Brother Lin’s help, they’ll soon be found."

Lin Chen comforted Hua’Er, exchanging a glance with Lin Xiuyong. In such a bustling scene, thieves are expected to strike, yet envelopes aren’t valuable.

Even if not found now, as long as Brother Lin approaches those specializing in theft, he could ensure its return; the only unforeseen incident would be if they discovered they had stolen a letter and casually tore it.

But generally, thieves wouldn’t open envelopes on the spot, as long as Brother Lin finds the gang leader, the letter can be recovered.

"Young Master Lin, I’ll go find the letter now."

Lin Xiuyong departed, while Lin Chen led Hua’Er toward the Jingshui Martial Hall area, observing the curious eyes of Hall Master Kong, Senior Sister Jiang, and other junior sisters, explained, "Sister Hua’Er is from Inspector Shu’s side, here to deliver a letter to me."

Kong Yinglei nodded slightly. She didn’t know the relationship between Lin Chen and Inspector Shu, but she knew Lin Chen could obtain the Opening Acupoints Pill, thanks to Inspector Shu’s significant contribution.

Having explained Hua’Er’s identity to Hall Master Kong, Lin Chen curiously asked Hua’Er, "Did the Instructor write two letters to me?"

Writing letters, usually one suffices.

If the content was more, they could just add another sheet to the envelope; in this era, the postal service didn’t set limits on envelope weight.

"Mr. Yu asked me to decide which letter to give Young Master Lin based on his rank in the tournament."

Now, with the letter lost, Hua’Er did not conceal the fact.

Lin Chen was taken aback, writing two letters based on his rank in the tournament, deciding which to give?

Three moments later, Lin Chen felt touched, understanding why the Instructor acted this way.

These two letters were possibly one of encouragement, the other of admonishment.

If his rank was poor, he’d receive the letter of encouragement, not to lose heart in the Martial Path.

If his rank was good, it would be urging him not to be arrogant or complacent.

Instructor Yu shows great care.

Lin Chen could discern this, and beside him, Kong Yinglei and Shen Lin, also instructors, quickly guessed the inner details.

The two women seemed similarly moved, expending such thoughtful effort to write two letters; Mr. Yu, whom Lin Chen refers to, must be a fine mentor.

"Lin Chen, what is Mr. Yu’s status?" Kong Yinglei couldn’t help asking.

"Instructor Yu is my instructor at the Martial Hall. Without Instructor Yu, the disciple could hardly achieve what he has today."

Lin Chen’s expression was earnest, filled with respect, even though he was now a Martial Hall student, and said before Hall Master Kong and Instructor Shen this about another instructor with such reverence, might lead to dissatisfaction, but he wouldn’t hide or shy away from showing gratitude and respect for the Instructor.

A Martial Artist sent by the Martial Affairs Office listened to Lin Chen and his companions’ conversation with thoughtful expression.

He was Lord Su’s confidant, knowing well what his lord sought.

If the contents of these two letters were indeed as anticipated, it significantly supported his lord’s plans.

Low-class students, teacher’s dedication, isn’t this exactly his lord’s educational achievement?

With this in mind, the man quietly departed, instructing a subordinate with a few words nearby.