Tao Gong Wang

In the late years of the Daqian era, tyrants roamed freely, war erupted endlessly, and the people could not sustain their lives. 
After transmigration, Chen Jie finds himself as a drunken gambler with a pair of unfortunate sisters at home.

The elder one, Su Yunjin, is his wife, and he also has a five-year-old sister-in-law, Su Yunrui. 
Their family is so poor they can barely make ends meet. 
Then suddenly, his beautiful wife comes smiling, bringing him a bowl of hot porridge. 
"Husband, I was wrong yesterday. Please have some porridge while it's hot."
Seeing the bruises on his wife's face, Chen Jie feels something is amiss.

Ding~
[Daily Information has been updated]
[1. Yesterday, you gambled away the last three acres of good land, beat Su Yunjin while drunk, and planned to sell the five-year-old Su Yunrui, to recover your losses.]
[2. The Su sisters rely on each other. Su Yunrui is Su Yunjin's only hope.]
[3. Su Yunjin, having lost hope, traded her mother's hairpin three days ago for a pack of arsenic.]

...Arsenic!
Staring at the hot porridge brought to his lips, Chen Jie looks up at his wife, seeing the faint bruise on her face and her eyes shifting away, avoiding his gaze.

"Honey!"
"Yes?"
"You didn't really drugged me, did you?"

Honey, you didn't really drugged me, did you?

Chen Jie never expected he'd manage to snag a bowl of soup, especially since that Golden Chicken was bought with hard cash.


He did not miss out on any money, but receiving an extra bowl of soup made him feel somewhat indebted.


Chen Jie said, seeming quite embarrassed, when Doctor Bai interjected, "Drink it. The Phoenix Soup I concocted is a great tonic for martial artists. Haven't you been training in martial arts lately? This one bowl can save you at least half a year of hard cultivation work."


"But Master, I've taken money for it..." 


"Heh, that money is from the sale to your Uncle Zhong. This soup is a gift from a master to his disciple. There's no conflict, drink up."


At this point, Wu Zhong, gnawing on a chicken wing, said, "Brother Jiu Si, drink up. We're all family here, no need for formalities."


39 Chapters on Boxing Progress