Poison Doctor Roaming the Martial World

In the suburbs of Anshun, a group of little beggars angrily surrounded a handsome young man dressed in white cloth. The young man had exquisite features, fair skin, and cherry-red lips with a smile. He calmly looked at the children who were half a head taller than him.

The leader of the beggars stepped forward, and the young master looked at him intently. Although his face was dirty, upon closer inspection, his features were quite handsome; well, he would grow up to be a good-looking man.

Good heavens! I've been living a carefree life here for years, and I've actually learned to appreciate handsome men, especially little ones who are only about ten years old. *Ahem*, he looks like a seven-year-old, small in body but mature in mind. Let me console myself. Anyway, the little prince grinned and said, "I said, if I beat you, you'll have to be my little follower."

The eldest beggar looked defiant. Although he was a beggar, his father was the descendant of a famous general. He had learned martial arts from his father since childhood and lived a life of luxury. Later, his father died in battle, and his aunt and uncle conspired to seize all the property, sending him and his mother to the border to fend for themselves.

The mother and son depended on each other for survival, often going hungry. Before long, the mother fell seriously ill. In a dilapidated temple in the wilderness, they met this group of young beggars who took him and his mother in. During the day, he went out begging with them, and at night he took care of his mother in the temple.

Once, the prefect's son, drunk, knocked down one of his companions and ordered his servants to chase and beat him. He stepped forward masked, defeated the servants from the minister's residence, and his companions made him their leader. He would teach them some basic self-defense skills and do his best to protect them. Now, this pretty boy in front of him boasted that he would defeat him and become his lackey?! Absolutely unacceptable!

"What if I win?" the leader of the beggars said confidently.

The young master pinched his chin and looked the beggar leader up and down, circling him once. He said, "Nice build, almost a head taller than me, and his lower body is quite stable. I just wonder how strong he is?" As he spoke, he glanced at the beggar leader's lower body.

The beggar leader, feeling embarrassed by the stare, stiffened his neck and said, "Enough nonsense, let's begin. If you lose, you'll have to acknowledge me as your boss." With that, he began his attack.

Despite his small size, the young master's skills far surpassed those of other children his age. At first, the two exchanged agile blows, evenly matched. However, after ten moves, it was a complete one-sided rout by the young master; looking back, the moves seemed more like toying with a pet. In less than twenty moves, the beggar leader was already on the ground. Unconvinced, the beggar leader adopted a fighting stance and shouted, "Again!"

After ten moves, the young master won again. The eldest beggar, with blood streaming from his nose, wiped it with his sleeve and said defiantly, "Again!"

Eight moves, five moves, three moves, and in the final exchange, he subdued the beggar leader with just one move. A complete victory! Woohoo!

The leader of the beggars was now bruised and swollen, and the young master was holding his arm. He looked up angrily and said, "You did this on purpose! You could have easily defeated me in one move, why did you let me win?!"

The young master raised an eyebrow, his eyes crinkling as he chuckled, "Let you have me? No, no, I just want to see how strong you really are so I can train you later."

He released the beggar leader, handed him a handkerchief, and said, "Wipe your hands. From now on, you'll be my little follower."

Looking back at the group of little beggars surrounding him, he said, "As for your friends, those who want to come can come along, but the General's Mansion does not support idlers; you must earn your own living."

The words "General's Mansion" echoed in the beggar leader's mind like a demonic chant. There was only one General's Mansion in Anshun, which was the residence of General Yang Boshan. Who in Dongli did not know the great name of General Yang?

The eldest beggar was horrified. Although he was from Xipan, he had long heard of General Yang Boshan, the patron general of Dongli. This young master was from the general's mansion. Did that mean they could serve the general's mansion in the future, and appear in front of others with dignity and respect, no longer having to be subservient?

The leader of the beggars took a deep breath, took the handkerchief, wiped his face and hands, suppressed his excitement, and said very seriously, "Luo Yi, that's my name. My companions and I are willing to serve the General's Mansion."

The young master shook his index finger and said, "No, you can only listen to me at this stage."

Luo was puzzled, but still cupped his hands and said, "I will obey your orders, young master."

The young master nodded in satisfaction, a smile never fading from his lips. A good subordinate follows orders, not questions them. He certainly wouldn't tell him that he had been observing him for a long time before deciding to take him on as his follower.

Years later, Luo Yi felt helpless yet resigned to the fact that he had been tricked by Yang Jianwu. If he hadn't met Yang Jianwu, he would never have become the renowned Wuji Gongzi; it was Yang Jianwu who allowed him to live his own life.

The young master left behind a medicine bottle and an address before departing, agreeing to meet at the agreed location two hours later.

Luo Yi took the medicine bottle and gently applied it to her face. The cool, refreshing sensation instantly relieved the pain. Her friends were stunned, watching as Luo Yi's face visibly returned to normal.

Back at the dilapidated temple, a woman in tattered clothes greeted them. Luo Yi quickly stepped forward to support her, saying, "Mother, you're not feeling well, why aren't you resting inside?"

Luo Yi's mother, Jiang, straightened her son's clothes, saying, "Lying in the house all day doesn't help your health. It's better to see the sun; it will lift your spirits."

Luo Yi was very worried about his mother's health. He thought the bruises on her face would frighten her, but after applying the medicine given by the young master, she recovered completely on the way back, with no trace of being beaten. He respected the young master even more.

Thinking that if she left this place, her mother would be better off and her health would improve. Since the young master could produce such good medicine, he must also have a very skilled doctor by his side. She thought she should do her best for him and beg the young master if her mother's illness could be cured.

So he told his mother about what had happened in the suburbs.

Jiang asked hesitantly, "You mean General Yang's son?" She was taken aback at first, then exclaimed with delight, "That's wonderful news!"

Luo Yi nodded, "Yes, Mother, let's pack our things and go together."

Jiang composed herself and shook her head after a long while: "No, you take some of them with you. Mother is not in good health, and if she goes with you, it will only be a burden to you."

Luo Yi said urgently, "Mother, if you're not going, I won't go either. Wherever you are, that's where your son will be."

With tears welling in her eyes, Madam Jiang knew this was her son's opportunity; if he missed it, he might be a beggar for life. Since the General's Mansion didn't support idlers, she could do laundry, cook, or sweep the courtyard and do other chores. Even if she eventually collapsed from exhaustion at the General's Mansion, she couldn't be a burden to her son.

Once the decision was made, there was no more hesitation. A large group of people arrived at the agreed location. What came into view was an ordinary mansion with a plaque that read "Mu Mansion". It was not grand, and even a bit shabby, but it had an inexplicable warmth.