Transmigrating into Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils: The Bloodshadow Flying Daggers I Inherited from the Start

To their parents and relatives, they were learned scholars. To the common folk, they were the jade-faced young master and the cold-faced spear wielder. To bandits, criminals, and foreign foes, they were the Black and White Impermanence, coming to claim their souls. From that day on, the martial world had more than just Northern Qiao Feng and Southern Murong. It also had Young Master Xingchen, whose blade could be seen only as a flash of light, and the cold-faced spear wielder, dashing Liu Cheng, whose icy glint arrived first, followed by a spear thrust as swift as a dragon.

Qiao Feng: I've shared drinks with them. We're sworn brothers.

Duan Yu: Xingchen often tells me not to be a simp. I don't really know what that means, though.

Xuzhu: He told me, “Meat and wine pass through the gut, but the Buddha remains in the heart.” I couldn't argue with that.

Mu Wanqing: He's the first man to see my face. I'll marry no one else in this life.

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PS: This is my first time writing, so I'm not sure what I'm doing. My handsome and beautiful readers, please bear with me. Thank you all. Now, let's enjoy the splendor of the martial world together.