Living It Up in This World

On an utterly ordinary day in 2067, Le Xiaoyao's trusted friend Nangong Meng asked her with a worried expression, "If someone you absolutely couldn't defeat blocked your way, what would you do?"

Le Xiaoyao played with her soft twin tails and answered with a cheerful grin, "Obviously, the best of the Thirty-Six Stratagems is to run away. Avoidance may be shameful, but it works. As long as the green hills remain, there'll be no shortage of firewood. A gentleman can wait ten years to take revenge."

But when the moment of truth came, she forgot every word she'd said and drew her sword. From then on, her inner strength was crippled, and she found herself increasingly short of swords. Water pipes, brooms, branches, pencils... Eventually, she could use just about anything as a sword. Someone in the martial world once asked her, "Le Xiaoyao, are you really traveling the jianghu? How come you don't even have a proper sword?"

Le Xiaoyao didn't bother arguing. She spat at him and said, "What the hell do you know? This is wuxia punk!"