Yiwu Martial Arts

Eight years later.

“Grandpa, Grandpa, come quickly! I caught a little rabbit in the yard!” A cheerful child ran up, hopping excitedly before his grandfather.

He was the same boy Li Baicao had found beneath the parasol tree years ago, and in the blink of an eye, he’d grown so much. Back then, Li Baicao had used treasured medicinal herbs and his own exceptional medical skills to save the child’s life. Over the past eight years, Li Baicao had cared for Li Qiutong’s health with tireless dedication, ensuring that the boy, whose body had been chilled from birth, could grow up strong and healthy.

Li Baicao smiled warmly, patting the child’s head. “Qiutong, let the little rabbit go. Gather your things—we’ll head down to the city soon to sell some herbs and buy a few necessities.”

“Okay, Grandpa! I’ll go fetch the medicine I ground earlier.” The little one bounded back into the house.

For Li Qiutong, these eight years had been spent largely on the mountain with his grandfather, befriending blue skies and white clouds, living amidst green grasses and trees, carefree and content. Yet the city held its own allure—so many interesting things, delicious treats, and beautiful young ladies.

Soon, grandfather and grandson had packed their wares and set off.

The nearest city to Qiuming Mountain was Qiuming City, situated at the border between the continent’s two great economic powers, Song Kingdom and Tian Kingdom. Its strategic location made it a thriving center of commerce, with bustling markets and a constant flow of people. It was considered on