When a wisp of spiritual energy from another world drifted into the misty rains of Jiangnan, it was reflected in Xiu Ling's sharp brows and bright eyes, along with a tale of the martial world both absurd and legendary.
I was once the most unremarkable outer disciple in the cultivation world, scraping by with a few clumsy spells I had secretly picked up from others. Who could have guessed that a sudden tribulation of thunder would strike me into this martial world of flashing blades, chivalrous hearts, and tender affections? When I first arrived, I knew no martial arts, couldn't even perform lightness skills, and couldn't hold a horse stance. Yet somehow, I was swept up in a feud among several major sects.
Act One: Crisis. Like a little fox that had wandered into a wolf pack, I barely found my footing with the help of Constable Xiao Li, only to be mistaken for a remnant of an evil cult and nearly lose my life.
Act Two: Turning Point. An accident led me to use a few “little tricks” from the cultivation world, stirring up a sensation in the martial world. I began using inventive ideas to make up for my lack of fighting skill, posing as mysterious figures and adopting one secret identity after another. Gradually, I started to feel almost like a “legend.”
Act Three: The Price. Behind every mask lay a fracture in my sense of self. I went from being a laughingstock to the center of attention in the martial world, only to discover that the true enemy lurked deeper than the night.
Feng Yichen's cold gaze, Elder Yun Hong's guidance, and Xiao Li's trust... Their warmth shone like candlelight, illuminating the road ahead. But Xuan Ying's schemes surged like a hidden tide, pushing me toward the abyss time and again.
When the truth finally came to light, I understood: the so-called martial world was nothing more than a mirror that exposed the greed and the goodness in human nature.
So when you stand at the crossroads of fate, forced to choose between justice and survival, how will you strike with your sword?
