The strongest warrior of the Great Qian Dynasty

Li Qingshan, who had just begun his cultivation, seemed to have thought of something and immediately asked a question.

Ancient times!

This represents the end of an era, and even more so, a past that has never been known to anyone.

This piqued the interest of Li Qingshan, who was already curious about history.

After all, every era has its most brilliant achievements.

Qianqian didn't hide anything and told everything she knew.

"Yes, Master."

With Qianqian's explanation, Li Qingshan gradually learned about that magnificent ancient era.

In that era, humans were not the main race in the world; there were many different races in existence.

Later, some human prodigies discovered that they could imitate the physical tempering of all races, thus creating a glorious era through their own strength and making humankind the protagonist of this world.

"In this era, the martial arts or other methods that everyone cultivates are actually imitating the cultivation of all races. Even the method for breaking through to the Grandmaster level that you told me about some time ago is, in a sense, imitating all races."

As Qianqian finished speaking, she moved her body again, gliding through the air.

This was the first time Li Qingshan had ever heard someone propose such a novel idea.

His knowledge of martial arts came from many sources, and he even came to understand many interesting inferences.

But this is the first time I've encountered someone categorizing martial arts as the imitation of other races.

"Are there any other races in this world besides the demons and beastmen?"

After thinking for a moment, Li Qingshan asked the question that he was quite curious about.

after all.

The knowledge Li Qingshan gained, whether in Lin'an or elsewhere, told him that there were no other races in the world.

Qianqian answered without hesitation:

"Yes, and there are many, but they are mostly hidden in some remote corners because there are many people in the world killing them."

Whether it's the demon race or the beast race, their flesh and blood, and even the inner cores they cultivate, are extremely beneficial to cultivators.

Li Qingshan nodded, finally understanding just how terrifying the human race he now belonged to truly was.

……

As the first rays of sunlight swept across Lin'an City, Li Qingshan slowly opened his eyes, continuously processing his cultivation and knowledge from the previous day.

"The vastness of the world and the breadth of history are all unknown to me. It seems that by entering Tiantong Academy, I can see many hidden things about this world."

As Li Qingshan pondered, he headed towards the washing area.

Even after so long since he transmigrated, he still hasn't given up his old washing habits.

just.

Upon entering the backyard again, he found it somewhat strange, because Wu Ziming was not practicing martial arts as usual.

Even inside the room where he was, it was completely quiet, as if there was no life in it.

"flourishing?!"

Li Qingshan called out to himself.

Then, Qianqian understood immediately and flew directly to Wu Ziming's house. After circling for a while, she flew out and immediately reported:

"Master, Wu Ziming is currently fast asleep. It must be because he was cultivating last night and hasn't recovered yet."

Li Qingshan nodded.

He had also witnessed Wu Ziming's cultivation progress yesterday; it was exceptionally severe and terrifying. Even he himself couldn't withstand such intense cultivation pressure.

However, Wu Ziming's grandfather seemed to completely ignore these matters and only continued to put pressure on him.

Since that's the case, he might as well put some pressure on Wu Ziming and the old man behind him.

"Wu Ziming?!"

After washing up, Li Qingshan frowned slightly and looked towards the room where Wu Ziming was.

Seeing that the other party still hadn't appeared, Li Qingshan went directly to the house and pushed the door open.

"Wu Ziming, what's wrong with you?"

When Li Qingshan saw Wu Ziming, he was lying on the bed with a pale face. Although he was still breathing, he was in critical condition and barely breathing.

A short while later, the doctor carrying his medicine chest bowed to Li Qingshan and gave him instructions:

"Manager Li, there's nothing wrong with your employee. He's just been working too hard lately, so he's tired. Let him rest for a while and he'll be back to normal."

I just wrote a prescription; your shop should still have the herbs listed. Let the shop assistant process them himself; it should restore some of his energy.

Li Qingshan nodded, casually handed the doctor a small piece of silver, and then dismissed him.

"Cough cough cough!"

After a long while, Wu Ziming, who had been lying there like a corpse for almost half a day, finally woke up and struggled to get up.

Unfortunately, his whole body is convulsing, which seems to be a rather intense muscle reaction.

The desperate look on his face yesterday has now turned into helpless fear and astonishment.

"Ouch! It hurts so much! What's wrong with me? I feel like I'm about to die!!"

"Shopkeeper, please, please save me!"

Wu Ziming cried and howled, fearing that Li Qingshan would abandon him and leave him to fend for himself.

"The doctor just examined you and said that you've been overworking lately, probably due to your long hours of reading martial arts books and practicing dance. You just need to rest for a few days."

Li Qingshan said with a solemn expression.

Then, the considerate shopkeeper Li patiently advised Wu Ziming:

"I've seen everything you've done during this time. I've already prepared your medicine. Drink some after you wake up, and then see if you feel any better."

Upon hearing this, Wu Ziming was moved to tears and struggled to rise to give Li Qingshan a deep bow.

after all.

In this era, in this world, when a shop assistant is unable to help the shopkeeper, all that awaits him is abandonment.

Wu Ziming had never heard of a shopkeeper who would prepare medicine for his employees.

What's more... he had kept what he did a secret from the shopkeeper...

Wu Ziming seemed to realize something, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he subconsciously looked around. Only when he saw that there was no sign of that person did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Li Qingshan took in everything, but remained calm and composed as he comforted Wu Ziming before slowly leaving.

"Master, I can see clearly now. That guy who looks like a child, but is very likely an old monster, is hiding in that box."

His breathing was deep and even, so he must be asleep. Of course, it's also possible he used some secret technique to weaken his aura.

Qianqian, meanwhile, began explaining the other discoveries she had just made to Li Qingshan.

Then, Qianqian paused and mentioned a very interesting phenomenon.

"That kid really looks like Xiao Ruoxue, his nose is similar, his eyes are similar..."