tly, but was eventually overwhelmed. As he fell, he shouted, "When Long Yi grows up, it will be the day of your doom."

Knowing the urgency, Dragon Ba, having already taken the child, rushed to the city lord and reported, “Brother, the Long family is in grave danger. The Tian family’s ancestor has returned and they are attacking us.”

“What! They dare assault Longcheng?”

Quickly brushing off his initial disbelief and focusing on his new responsibilities, Long Xuan instructed Dragon Ba to protect the newborn.

“This child... will be named Long Yi. Though he is my son, he will be known by another name to ensure his safety. His name will be Ba Qiyun. Only when he is strong enough should he know the truth.”

Reluctantly accepting the heavy burden, Dragon Ba took the newborn and found a hidden place to protect him, awaiting the day Long Yi would grow up to reclaim justice for the Long family."""

Chapter 2: Stepping into Martial Cultivation (Part 1)

The sky was exceptionally clear. Gazing up, I took a deep breath.

“Eleven years have passed.”

A hoarse voice said, “Yun’er.”

“Grandpa Long.”

“Yun’er, it has been eleven years. How’s your spiritual energy progressing?”

Ba Qiyun took out a peachwood sword from his back and started swinging it at a boulder half his size. The elegant display lasted less than two minutes. Long Ba furrowed his brows slightly and let out a sigh.

"Alas."

Thoughts in his mind, "Three years, and still the same."

“Grandpa Long, what’s the matter?” Qiyun asked.

“Yun’er, it’s been three years, and you’ve not improved at all.”

Long Ba concluded that this might be the extent of the boy's abilities for life.

Qiyun felt a pang of sadness. He kept thinking, “Why does my dantian feel so strong, yet I can't muster enough force to deal with this rock?” His head started to hurt from overthinking, so he decided to drop it.

“Yun’er, you’re not a child anymore. I will take you to Yulong Village to buy some things!”

“Grandpa, what are we buying today?”

“You’ll see soon enough.”

“Okay.”

At this moment, Yun’er, still tender and naive, was oblivious to the impending bloodshed.

When Grandpa Long took him to the armory to choose a weapon, Qiyun excitedly looked up and said, “Grandpa, are you going to buy me a proper weapon?”

“Yun’er, you’ve been using a peachwood sword for three years. It’s time for a real weapon. You’re grown up now, no more peachwood sword.”

Suddenly, the door was kicked open by a burly man who shouted, “Boss, show me your best weapons.”

“Yes, sir. What kind of weapon are you looking for?”

“Uh... let me think. I prefer swords. What are the best swords you have? I’m attending a martial arts competition today to win a bride.”

“Honored guest, we have a variety of swords. For instance, the curved saber made from Damasc

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