[Wuxia Crossover] A Sword for the Common Man

[The manuscript is complete and updates are steady, so feel free to dive in] Some people enter the martial world at sixteen, dressed in silk and crowned with a jade belt. Even an eight-horse carriage can't make a grand enough impression. They don't need to lift a finger. Just announcing their names is enough to make men and women, young and old, gasp in admiration. Others enter the martial world at sixteen, planting rice in three fields in the morning and castrating pigs in the afternoon. Their only meal of the day is offal and steamed buns from the butcher, and they even save a couple of bites for the big yellow dog following them around. Have kings and nobles ever been born to a special kind of blood? Yet the world of heroes, all flashing blades and clashing swords, seems to have no place for a drab, dirt-poor farm girl with little expression and an even more blunt way of speaking. But how fair the martial world is. Whether a sword is noble or lowly, when blood is spilled, it happens just as quickly, and chills the heart just as deeply. From a laughingstock of the martial world to a legend, Xiao Fei looks back and realizes that, without even noticing, she has left everyone behind. · "Hm? What made me become a great hero?" As Xiao Fei helps the villagers with their work, a stranger suddenly presses pastries and fruit into her hands. The usually expressionless girl is taken aback for once, and slowly blinks. "...A great hero..." The foremost swordswoman, her sword tossed by the fields and mud all over her, considers the question before asking in confusion, "...Since when? Didn't you call me a demon just the other day?" At that, they look at each other, suddenly at a loss for words. "W-Well, lately you've killed several wicked villains and rid the people of their evil!" The speaker flushes, embarrassed and awkward. "I don't care what other people say about you. To me, you're my great hero!" "..." "...Why did you suddenly go quiet?" "I was just wondering," Xiao Fei says slowly, "when have I ever not been ridding the people of evil?" · Perhaps people have long forgotten that no matter how many jewels one wears, no matter how many heroes one's ancestors were, when it comes time to eat, everyone must bow their heads and chew the wheat and grain grown from the earth beneath the farmers' feet. With a pair of mud-caked hands, she reaches past the arrogance of noble families and the wealth of powerful clans, etching her name deep into the history of the martial world. Hundreds and thousands of years later, when people recount the terrifying feats of the Flying Swordsman, Bai Feihong, their hair stands on end and they cry out in astonishment: "...The swords of kings and nobles, the swords of gentlemen, are nothing compared with the sword of a commoner!" Message: There is nothing shameful about being a farmer. Thinking that being a farmer is shameful is what is shameful.