The Grandmaster's Protection: The Underdog's Comeback

Zhao Sixun used to work in weapons development in his previous life. After suddenly dying, he transmigrated into a chaotic martial world and became the prince of a small kingdom. His mother was from the Yi people and died in childbirth long ago, leaving behind a younger sister and a clan of people, mostly elderly, women, and children, who needed support... Tsk, what kind of hand is this? What’s the point of playing? I’ll just be a lazy fish for now and keep my head down. Unfortunately, the neighboring kingdom was strong and demanded that one of his country’s princes be sent as a hostage. In this life-or-death predicament, Zhao Sixun never expected that his pig-footed father would push him forward! What kind of person does that? This is unforgivable! So Zhao Sixun, the lazy fish, sprang into action. He rummaged through every box and chest and found an old, battered xun flute. He played it in the middle of the night for three and a half days straight. At last, its mournful melody, full of sorrow and lament, summoned an immortal. No, not an immortal, but the greatest martial arts grandmaster in the world. Looking at the aloof and proud Palace Master Yunxiao, he smiled slowly. With a peerless bodyguard like this, he was set! * The thing Ye Xiao regretted most in this life was hearing the xun music, climbing onto a rooftop, and seeing the beauty beneath the moon. Captivated by every frown and smile, every flash of anger and trace of sorrow, he agreed to protect him at all times. He never expected Zhao Sixun’s innocent, harmless demeanor to be nothing but a disguise! The little fox was actually crafty from head to toe. Taking advantage of his youth, good looks, and sweet tongue, he kept pushing his luck and acting spoiled. Ye Xiao resisted with all his reason, yet along the way he taught Zhao Sixun peerless martial arts, wiped out the leader of the river bandits, and killed nine grandmasters with his sword... He even helped when Zhao Sixun finished off the neighboring kingdom’s crown prince with a single stroke for lusting after his beauty. And he did it all willingly. * “I’ve heard that reaching the pinnacle of martial arts and seeking to break through is a gamble where nine out of ten will die. Yet countless heroes still pursue it. Would you do the same?” “No.” “Why not?” Ye Xiao’s gaze was unwavering. “Because I have you.” Zhao Sixun smiled brightly. “Good. Wait for me.” The Yunxiao Palace has stood for a hundred years, and its accumulated manuals and wealth are enough to tempt anyone. The major martial arts sects have surrounded Mount Tian. Yet even in his dreams, Ye Xiao never imagined that Zhao Sixun would appear here. Looking at him, gravely wounded, Zhao Sixun turned to the assembled heroes and smiled coldly. “Who dares lay a hand on my man?” He raised a hand. Behind him, over a thousand Black Wind cavalrymen lifted their black-muzzled guns. Bang! A scheming beauty who plays the fool to catch his prey, the shou X a cold grandmaster with peerless martial arts, the gong ****** Reader's Guide Transmigration to an alternate historical world, court politics and martial-world conflicts, slow burn, serious tone. One-on-one, each other's one and only. All information about guns and machinery is either made up or gleaned from Baidu, so don't trust it. Please add my upcoming historical BL novel to your reading list: My Childhood Friend Can Really Fight Pei Yuexing descended Mount Cang with a sword in hand and two letters. One was from his father, saying he was gravely ill and near death. The other was from the older boy next door, whom Pei Yuexing had once had a crush on. It said that his leg was broken and he was now disabled. Both wanted to see him. The older boy was having a hard time. His letter told of years of suffering, with a father who never cared for him, a mother who never loved him, and brothers who schemed against one another. Now he was also at risk of being thrown out of the family home. Pei Yuexing’s heart ached for him, and he wished he could hurry over with his lightness skills to comfort him. But in the end, he chose to visit his father first. Though his father had abandoned his wife and child to climb the social ladder and was a downright scoundrel, he was about to die... Pei Yuexing had to fight for his inheritance. After all, the older boy had nothing, was destitute and disabled, and wouldn’t be able to support himself without some money. But when Pei Yuexing arrived in the capital, he learned that his scoundrel father had lied to him! The older boy had lied to him too! * Prince Zhao commanded a mighty army. The new emperor had relied on him to take the throne, only to turn on him afterward. Prince Zhao saw through the scheme. The officials pleaded for mercy, and the Empress Dowager threatened to take her own life. Out of consideration for their shared mother, Prince Zhao let the matter drop, but planned to take the legitimate eldest sons of every official of rank one or higher into his service as leverage. Pei Yuexing’s scoundrel of a father was a senior cabinet minister, a first-rank official. Pei Yuexing planned to run away with the older boy. But the one standing before him, holding the token, was none other than that damn Prince Zhao, tall and imposing, with a face so handsome it was practically begging to be punched! Without another word, Pei Yuexing turned and left with his sword, ready to get away from these two headaches. But somehow, word got out that a highly skilled martial artist intended to uphold justice and assassinate Prince Zhao... That night, the head guard looked at Prince Zhao sitting in a pavilion, drinking wine and admiring the moon, and sensed the assassins lurking all around. He could only curse inwardly. “Your Highness, what exactly are you waiting for?” Xuan Chen: “For someone to come back and break my legs.” Theme: No matter how many obstacles lie ahead, press on through the thorns and find a way to survive when all seems lost.