Siheyuan: I am a big capitalist after the founding of the People's Republic of China

"Good! Good. After decades, a little tiger finally comes out."

An old ancestor of the Li family, with a head full of white hair and stroking his white beard, said excitedly with great joy.

Several old men nearby also looked at Li Zihang in the bathtub with smiles on their faces.

Li Zihang, who had recovered, sat in the bucket with weak limbs, staring at the beams with lifeless eyes.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Li Zihang was being manipulated at will.

Some people carried him out of the bucket, some wiped his body, and some applied medicine to him.

After everything was arranged, Li Zihang was seen lying on the bed, and an elderly man was sitting next to him holding a Chinese medicine box.

"Young man, bear with it. I will carve a blue for you now."

Li Zihang turned his head and looked at the old man.

He said helplessly, "Senior, after getting the tattoo, will I have to bear this burden for the rest of my life? What if something happens in the future? Will others find me through the tattoo?"

The old ancestor of the Li family beside him laughed and scolded: "You are not satisfied with being able to activate the Li family's unique white tiger bloodline. You are still thinking about other things."

"But don't worry. This tattoo is made with special medicinal herbs. It only strengthens the blood."

"Except for being overly nervous or overly excited, the white tiger tattoo will not be visible on the surface of the skin."

"Tiger slave, let's start."

The ancestor has just finished speaking.

The tattoo elder began to tattoo Li Zihang.

The old man first took out a bottle of ointment and applied it on his back. Then he rubbed his back vigorously to blend the ointment.

After rubbing vigorously for a minute, Li Zihang was seen grinning. Then, a pattern of a white tiger roaring to the sky appeared on his back. The stripes of the white tiger were blood-colored, and the white of the skin was in the middle of the stripes. The whole white tiger was clearly visible.

After seeing the pattern, the old man immediately took the needle, dipped it in medicine, and started tattooing Li Zihang.

The whole action was smooth and flowing, and the old man's tattooing movements and speed were contrary to his age.

The needle was so fast that it left an afterimage.

Li Zihang gritted his teeth, insisting not to make a sound in pain. At the same time, he grasped the edge of the bed with both hands, as if this could relieve the pain.

After more than ten minutes, the pain from the needles piercing his skin a thousand times was unbearable. Li Zihang roared like a tiger roaring in the forest.

I don't know if it was an illusion or the roar was too deep, but that roar really felt like a tiger's roar.

After hearing Li Zihang's roar, everyone in the room smiled even more happily.

As one of the few white tiger bloodline heirs in the Li family, anyone who has experienced this will understand what that roar means!

It was a kind of heritage, and even more so a kind of inheritance. As long as one person in the family inherited this bloodline, even if all the ordinary members of the family died, the Li family would still have a chance to turn things around.

It is conceivable how important the White Tiger bloodline is to the Li family.

The old man who was anxiously waiting in the ancestral hall became more and more excited as time passed.

It was not until he learned that all the young men who had traveled with him had returned home, except Li Zihang.

The old man was completely delighted. He couldn't control his excitement.

Then he murmured to himself, "After a hundred years, another white tiger appeared in our lineage. It's really the blessing of our ancestors."

“It’s not easy~”

On the other side, after an hour and a half of tattooing, Li Zihang was about to give up. Someone nearby brought him a bowl of ginseng soup to replenish his energy.

After applying a nerve-numbing medicine on his back, the old man began to take over the tattoo.

In the room, there was an old man sitting on a throne with his eyes closed, and a few middle-aged people. There was no one else.

After another half an hour, the tattooed elder finally finished all the work, bowed to the ancestor and left.

The old man waved his hand, and the people around him left the room tacitly.

At this time, there were only an old man and a child left in the room.

The younger one lay on the bed with a look of despair, while the older one looked at the younger one with sharp eyes.

"Boy, now it's just the two of us left. Let me explain to you the origin of the White Tiger bloodline and the Li family."

Li Zihang lay on the bed, silently waiting for the old ancestor's next words.

For a moment, the only sound in the brightly lit room was the old ancestor's confession.

"Ming Dynasty, the 23rd year of Jiajing. Our ancestor was sold to the palace to be a eunuch at the age of 6 because his family was poor and he was the youngest. But due to some strange circumstances, he was taken away by the sorcerer under the emperor to be an alchemist and tester before he could be castrated."

"Every year, there are hundreds of people who test the elixir, but only a handful of them can survive. Our ancestors were lucky. After testing the elixir year after year, they miraculously survived."

"Perhaps due to years of drug testing, his body has mutated. His ancestor's body is different from that of an ordinary person. Whether it's endurance, explosive power, or strength, his speed is far superior to that of an ordinary person."

"And so, year after year passed, Emperor Shizong of the Ming Dynasty passed away in the 45th year of Jiajing."

"After ascending the throne, Emperor Longqing could not bear to see his father harm the testers in order to make elixirs, so he expelled all the sorcerers and testers from the palace."

"Our ancestor spent 28 years as a drug tester in the palace. Miraculously, he left the palace alive."

"The ancestor took the resettlement fee and fled far away from the prosperous world. He found a Feng Shui treasure land in the wild mountains and settled down."

"Due to years of experimenting with pills, my body has already suffered sequelae. Although my body is different from that of an ordinary person, when I get sick, the pain is unbearable, and when I go crazy, my destructive power is astonishing."

"In order to alleviate or cure the sequelae, my ancestor sought medical advice everywhere, but there were thousands of good doctors in the world, and no one could cure my ancestor's illness."

"But the only thing that can comfort our ancestors is that after years of seeking medical advice, they have also obtained some prescriptions to alleviate the pain when the disease occurs."

"And just like that, our ancestors returned to their original home in the wild mountains and wilderness."

"In the days that followed, my ancestor was busy with other things and ran out of medicine to alleviate the sequelae, and he was unable to replenish it in time. When the sequelae occurred, my ancestor went crazy with pain."

"In the deep mountains and old forests, I would kill wild animals to vent my pain. No matter if they were tigers, leopards, jackals, wild boars, or blind bears, as long as they met the ancestors, they would be slaughtered."

"Such a bloody, primitive killing was just witnessed by a wandering Taoist priest."

“So after the ancestor’s sequelae passed, the Taoist priest curiously stepped forward to help the ancestor heal his wounds.”

"Later, after the Taoist learned about the origin of the ancestor's condition, he took the initiative to stay with the ancestor to help him with his treatment and study his physical characteristics."

"That's how the Taoist priest continued to study beside our ancestor year after year."

"It wasn't until more than ten years later that Taoist actually found a way to control the sequelae!"

"That Taoist priest used a unique acupuncture method combined with medicinal stones to block the ancestor's nerves and senses. Although the ancestor's combat power and physical fitness have been greatly reduced, he is only slightly stronger than an ordinary martial artist. But he no longer has to endure the pain of each sequelae outbreak."

"Originally, my ancestor thought he would live like this for the rest of his life. But by chance, he encountered a group of bandits, who killed people and robbed their goods. They also raped and looted the women in the group."

"Our ancestors couldn't stand it anymore so they attacked the bandits. But, how many of the bandits in the outlaw world are good people?"

"Not to mention the kind of people who kill, capture, rape and rob. After a fierce battle, our ancestor killed dozens of enemies. In the end, his hands were no match for four punches. After he was exhausted, the enemy seized the opportunity and seriously injured our ancestor."

"It seemed that he was about to die at the hands of the enemy. However, the ancestor lost too much blood due to the battle. This opened the acupuncture seal of the Taoist. The brink of life and death stimulated the potential of the body."

"And just like that, my ancestor, dragging his seriously injured body, killed dozens of enemies, and the enemy was terrified."

"Ancestor, each of us slashed with a sword. We killed so many bandits that their bodies were scattered all over the ground and their blood flowed like a river. We made the remaining dozens of bandits afraid to take a single step forward. In the end, the bandits were so frightened that they all fled in panic."

"Due to severe injuries and excessive blood loss, the ancestor could no longer hold on after seeing the thieves fleeing. He collapsed."

The empty room fell into silence with a sigh. There was no other sound except the breathing of the two people.

The white-haired old man was lost in memories of history, while Li Zihang was so absorbed in the story that he even forgot the pain of the tattoo on his back.

I don’t know how long it was before a light cough pulled Li Zihang back into the story.

"The person who survived the group killed by the bandits. After bandaging and treating the wounds of the ancestor and dealing with the body, he left a sum of money. He went with a young girl and an old woman to take care of your ancestor. After the others were settled, they all left."

"After the ancestor was injured in this battle, he was in a coma for five days."

"After he wakes up, he will rest for a few days and take the old woman and the girl back to his residence."

"After this incident, our ancestors discovered that even if we stopped using acupuncture to seal the wound, the aftereffects would not be that severe."

"Moreover, after years of experience, the pain of the sequelae after each madness, injury and bleeding is also getting less and less year by year."