I Just Wanted to Visit Relatives, But They Insisted on Making Me a Martial Arts Grandmaster

“This river is filthy. It’s hardly any cleaner than a ditch.” 1981. Fog shrouds the great river. Wei Wu, reborn, stands on the deck of the Red Star and offers a down-on-his-luck old herbalist a cigarette from a pack of Daqianmen. That small gesture sets off a chain of fateful consequences. The old herbalist turns out to be a reclusive grandmaster. With a casual Backfist, he blasts a water ghost into the middle of the river! Hunted by the Paijiao cult? Cornered by gangs? Wei Wu doesn’t panic. He tempers his body with medicinal baths, enduring pain beyond what ordinary people can bear. He builds his foundation with stance training, developing enough explosive power to snap his own sinews. In the dark hold, he becomes a hunter, taking lives with nothing but his most primal instincts. “Kid, you’ve got guts.” In this life, Wei Wu will use his hardened body to forge a path to the top in this age of outlaws, a path so fearsome that people will tremble at its name!