This incident happened not long after William Foster began practicing martial arts. It was precisely because of this event that the fourteen-year-old William Foster developed a deep aversion to such conflicts and martial arts, so from then on, he distanced himself from martial arts and turned to literature.

This event could be said to be the origin of the change in William Foster's fate.

Glancing at his two thin arms, William Foster finally confirmed one thing. This was not a memory, but something happening right before his eyes. Right now, he was fourteen years old, standing at the crossroads of his destiny.

This year, William Foster was fourteen. He still had ten years to change his family's fate!

Chapter 2: Scions of Nobility

While William Foster was silently pondering, from afar, there was suddenly a loud "bang" as a door was kicked open, followed immediately by a thunderous voice: "You two little bastards, I'm going to chop you to pieces! You really have some nerve, daring to bully my little brother!..."

"Ah, it hurts so much. John Foster, you're dead, you're dead. How dare you kidnap us!..."

"Let go of me! You lowborn wretches, I will definitely tell my father, I'll have him tear you apart with his own hands, John Foster!..."

In John Foster's voice, there were also the curses of two young men. Judging by the sound, they seemed to be struggling and cursing all the way.

Suddenly hearing the voices of these two youths, Mrs. Clark's expression changed dramatically. She let go of William Foster and abruptly stood up. William Foster also took the opportunity to release his grip.

"Bang!"

The door to William Foster's room was kicked open, and as the door swung wide, a gust of wind blew in. In the wind, a young man in a blue martial outfit strode in.

This young man had thick eyebrows and big eyes, with an imposing presence. But at this moment, his face was gloomy, his brows slightly furrowed, and it seemed as if a storm was brewing between his brows.

This was none other than William Foster's elder brother, John Foster. Under his arms, two well-dressed young men were kicking and struggling. John Foster's hands, like iron tongs, gripped their necks tightly. No matter how they struggled, they couldn't break free, let alone hurt him.

Before Mrs. Clark could speak, John Foster flung both hands, tossing the two young men onto William Foster's bed as if they were garbage.

"Little brother, I caught these two little bastards. Do whatever you want to them!" John Foster said, pointing at the two on the ground. His voice was full and thunderous, echoing throughout the entire Fang residence.

"Big brother!" William Foster stared blankly at his elder brother John Foster. In his memory, his big brother John Foster should have been training for military service on Mount Tianshe. It was at least half a day's journey from there to here.

A warm current surged in William Foster's heart. The eldest son of the Fang family, John Foster, was not only exceptionally talented in martial arts, but also fiercely protective of his own. This was especially true when it came to his younger brother William Foster.

In his "previous life," in the capital, anyone who bullied William Foster was, without exception, beaten up by his big brother John Foster. Because of this, John Foster had offended almost all the noble scions in the capital. No one wanted to get close to him, because doing so was tantamount to offending all the aristocrats in the capital. Even so, John Foster never cared.

In his "previous life," John Foster ventured deep into the Di Wilderness and was surrounded by foreign troops, also because he had very few friends. Otherwise, if reinforcements had arrived in time, John Foster would never have lost a leg to a powerful enemy under the Di Emperor and died in depression.

"Now that I know my big brother's fate, I absolutely cannot let him enter the Di Wilderness again and repeat the same tragedy!"

While William Foster was thinking this, in front of the bed, the young Marquis of Pingding and the young Marquis of Zhenguo had already gotten up from the ground.

"John Foster, you're dead, you're dead! ... How dare you provoke the Pingding Marquis's household, you lowborn wretches are finished. And you, William Foster, you too... you're finished."

The young Marquis of Pingding, David Harris, pointed with a trembling finger, sometimes at John Foster, sometimes at William Foster. His face was ashen, and he was so furious that he was almost incoherent.

"That's right, you two brothers are finished. Mrs. Clark, what fine sons you've raised! ... You wretched woman!"

The young Marquis of Zhenguo also stood up, glaring angrily at Mrs. Clark, his lips trembling with rage.

The two of them had been playing outside the academy when John Foster suddenly burst in like a demon. Without a word, he beat their attendants senseless, then grabbed the two of them by the neck like ducks and dragged them all the way to the Marquis of Sifang's residence.

The Pingding Marquis and Zhenguo Marquis held deep-rooted power in the Great Zhou Dynasty, with noble lineages stretching back hundreds of years. Such marquises prided themselves on their heritage. This type of noble looked down most on marquises like the Marquis of Sifang, who had risen step by step from the military ranks, considering them lowborn.

In the capital, marquises like the Marquis of Sifang were generally called "commoner marquises." Meanwhile, marquises like the Pingding and Zhenguo, with noble bloodlines, were called "noble marquises."

Although both held military power, noble marquises and commoner marquises were never on the same path. The two sides did not associate and were indifferent to each other.

The young Marquis of Pingding and the young Marquis of Zhenguo, born into illustrious families, naturally looked down on noble scions like William Foster under the influence of their families. They even felt that studying in the academy with William Foster was a great humiliation, so they often made things difficult for him, bullying him both verbally and physically.

"Pa!"