After Pulling a Top-Tier Cleaver, I Became a Legend of the Martial World (Transmigration)

Blurb

[This novel is undergoing a major rewrite and won't be updated for now. The text and saved chapters may be revised at any time.]

Recently, rumors have been spreading through the jianghu about a genius young woman who appeared out of nowhere. Her saber skills are so extraordinary that she loves shaving people's heads bald. She favors a kitchen cleaver and almost never goes a day without one. Some say the cleaver is actually an unparalleled divine weapon, and whoever possesses it will rule the world.

Wen Ruan listened to the increasingly ridiculous rumors, looked at the cleaver in her hand, and exchanged a glance with the chubby weapon spirit. It was indeed an incredible cleaver, but wasn't it a little much to say that whoever had it would rule the world? It was just part of the bundled gift pack she'd won in the opening lottery, ahhh!

So Wen Ruan was forced to embark on a flight (of sorts). Whenever assassins came after her, she'd stare expressionlessly at the culprit, who was ingratiating himself with her, and feel like chopping him up. Was this really how he repaid her for saving his life, by secretly scheming to drag her into trouble?

It's just that your jianghu and my jianghu seem a little different~ La la la la~

Other people's jianghu: fighting, killing, schemes, and a storm of bloodshed. Wen Ruan's jianghu: a bald-head barbering master, an unlucky lottery expert... She'd never forget that stupid lottery System for the rest of her life: Don't pay three or four thousand, don't pay one or two thousand, just 998! Just 998! You won't lose out or get cheated! For just 998, take home a divine weapon!

Diligently completing missions and saving up points, Wen Ruan had a grand old time drawing lottery prizes. Somehow, she ended up as the leader of the martial world, and then the Demonic Cult came knocking, demanding she return their sacred relic, the Dragon-Slaying Saber. Otherwise, the Demonic Cult wouldn't be held responsible for what happened????

After finally bashing her way through all her troubles, Pei Qing, the very center of trouble, shamelessly asked to marry her? What, could it be that she couldn't wield a blade anymore, or that Pei Qing was itching for a beating??

Bonus Scene

When the suona sounds, it's either a joyous occasion or a tragedy. After finally marrying the beauty he'd longed for, Pei Qing saw off the guests and hurried straight to the bridal chamber, hoping to spend a romantic night together. But an uninvited visitor interrupted all his joy.

Wen Ruan briskly left Pei Qing behind and opened the door. Good grief! The black-clad men outside were lined up in perfect formation, all sporting bald heads, kneeling with their legs on the ground and holding trays above their heads, each covered with red cloth.

"We heard you were getting married today, miss. Our Sect Leader sent us to offer his congratulations and wish Miss Wen and Young Master Pei a long and happy life together."

Wen Ruan looked at the scene without a flicker of emotion, and even felt like laughing. Only Pei Qing glared darkly and fiercely at the group of black-clad men.

The man at the head stood up, bowed to the two of them, and said, "Our Sect Leader also said that if you ever get tired of him or feel bored, you're always welcome to come to him for some fun."

"...All right."

Pei Qing: !!!!

The weapon spirit, who loved watching the drama unfold, said, "Pei, serves you right! Wahahaha~ How does it feel to have someone trying to steal your wife on your wedding night~?"

Pei Qing: My fists are clenched. That brat deserves a beating!

...To be continued...

In summary

With a cleaver in hand, the world is mine. Cleaver haircuts are the best in the world. Cleaver, cleaver, the best in the world!

Theme: No matter where you are, live well