“Oh?” Henry Clark’s first reaction upon hearing this was, “Were the ancestors who studied literature really that stingy? Didn’t they leave behind any treasures at all?”

Smack—

Before he finished speaking, Master Clark smacked his son on the head again: “Nonsense, all the ‘literary’ things are in the Four Books and Five Classics. If you were willing to study, would I have brought you here to see this?”

“Yes, yes, I was wrong.” Henry Clark clutched his head. “Father, please continue.”

Master Clark curled his lip, then walked over to that weapon first: “This item is a rare treasure in the world, forged from a meteorite from beyond the sky. It is seven chi and two cun long (Ming dynasty measurement, which is about 240 centimeters in our familiar units), and weighs only 20 jin (also Ming measurement, a bit heavier than today’s 20 jin), light, strong, sharp, and flexible… The tips of the trident pierce steel as if it were paper, cut through iron as if it were mud, the shaft is light and resilient, and it won’t break no matter how much it’s bent.”

Looking at the trident before him, Henry Clark’s mouth twitched twice: “Father… why did our ancestor, after getting such a precious material as a meteorite, insist on making a trident out of it? Swords, spears, staffs, sabers… any of those would be more useful, right?”

“How should I know? It was made by someone hundreds of years ago, who am I supposed to ask?” Master Clark’s answer was perfectly reasonable. With that, he took two steps over to the second treasure. “Now, about this armor. Legend has it that it was forged from qilin scales and woven with heavenly silkworm silk. It is impervious to blades and spears, immune to water and fire, as light as silk, warm in winter and cool in summer, and can expand or contract to fit the wearer’s body.”

“Holy crap!” Henry Clark’s eyes widened at this, “If I wear that, wouldn’t I be invincible?”

Smack—

As soon as he said that, he got smacked on the head again.

“The martial world is dangerous. Don’t think that just because you have treasure armor to protect you, everything will be fine. If a true master wants to kill you, even ten suits of treasure armor won’t save you.” Master Clark warned sternly.

“Heh… I was just saying…” Henry Clark laughed awkwardly.

Master Clark looked at his son, sighed, and then walked over to the stone coffin, signaling with his eyes: “Yixie, move the lid of the stone coffin aside. Be careful, don’t damage the floor.”

“Oh, okay.” Henry Clark didn’t think much of it and went over to push the lid of the stone coffin.

Unexpectedly… as soon as he pushed, he realized the lid weighed at least a hundred jin, and by his usual standards, it was “damn heavy.”

If it were the pre-time-travel Henry Clark, he probably couldn’t have moved it alone. Luckily, he was now seventeen, had practiced some martial arts as a child, and over the years had done plenty of physical work at the fish market and gotten into more than a few fights, so his physical strength was just enough to move something of this weight.

“Whoa, what’s this?” After pushing the stone coffin lid aside, Henry Clark saw what was inside.

Inside, stacked as neatly as dominoes, were slabs of stone with sharp edges and a silvery-white sheen. Each one was about the size of a typical tombstone, filling the entire coffin—there were more than twenty of them.

“Daozhuan Qiankun.” Two seconds later, Master Clark uttered these four words.

“Huh?” Henry Clark clearly didn’t understand what that meant.

Master Clark immediately explained: “These stone slabs record the martial arts skills mastered by our Sun family ancestors through the generations. The first slab records the ‘Daozhuan Qiankun Heart Method,’ which is our Sun family’s top internal cultivation technique, never taught to outsiders, and the foundation of all these unique martial arts. That’s why all the skills here are collectively referred to by its name.”

“What?” Henry Clark was instantly excited. “Dad, with something this amazing, why didn’t you show it to me earlier?”

“Who told you not to take martial arts seriously when you were young?” Master Clark said. “If you’d been willing to practice diligently back then, it wouldn’t have taken long—just a year of persistence… I might have brought you here. But you apprenticed to so many masters and couldn’t stick with any of them for more than a few months. If I’d given you these, wouldn’t I have been harming you?”

“Then… Dad, why are you willing to pass these on to me now?” Henry Clark asked.

“Of course, it’s because I’m afraid you’ll suffer losses out there.” Master Clark replied. “Besides, you’re grown up now. You’ve managed the fish market so well these past years, which shows you have good judgment. Now is the right time to give these to you.”

“Mm…” Henry Clark knew this was true. Parents always care for their children—no matter how disappointing the child, they can’t just watch them suffer.

After a few seconds of silence, a question that had puzzled Henry Clark for years suddenly flashed through his mind, and he quickly asked, “Hey? By the way, is the reason our family’s names are written in reverse order also related to this ‘Daozhuan Qiankun’?”

“That’s right.” Master Clark said. “It was a family rule left by the ancestor who created the ‘Daozhuan Qiankun Heart Method.’ From that generation on, all Sun family descendants have had their names written in reverse order.”

“Does that have any special meaning?” Henry Clark asked again.

“Probably just for fun.” Master Clark answered casually.

“Huh?” This answer really caught Henry Clark off guard.