Autumn gave way to spring, and several years passed.
This year, Zhou Pan had just turned ten. Having completed his studies under Pharmacist Ku Tang, he had advanced to become a First Grade Grand Alchemist.
The child had perseverance and could endure hardship. More importantly, he had inherited Zhou You's excellent genes. He trained in boxing and refined medicine without neglecting either, achieving modest success in both.
According to the planned path, he would lay his foundations before the age of ten, building abundant Blood Qi, then break through to Martial Master in one stroke upon turning ten.
A ten-year-old Martial Master, on top of being a First Grade Grand Alchemist, was worth mentioning even in the capital, where monstrous geniuses emerged in droves.
"Father, please watch!"
On the training ground, Zhou Pan's little face was taut as he completed a set of his family's inherited boxing art—the Glazed Longevity Light Fist.
There was no rush to master other fist arts, but this defensive boxing art was something every Zhou Family disciple began painstakingly practicing from the moment they entered the path.
Zhou Pan was no exception. He had tempered this fist art to perfection since childhood. Now, offense and defense were one in every fist and kick; his Blood Qi flowed, carrying the roar of rushing torrents and flying waterfalls.
The wind stirred by his fists and feet faintly changed. The personal guards present exchanged glances, knowing their young master's breakthrough was right before their eyes.
Sure enough...
Zhou Pan suddenly stamped the ground. His strength surged tenfold, and his Blood Qi, like tightly drawn muscles, condensed and compressed before abruptly exploding. Blood mist sprayed from the pores all over his body.
In an instant, his breathing intensified, his body temperature soared, and his Blood Qi washed through