A Journey Through the Martial World After Transforming into a Loli

"Senior Lin, we are grateful for your protection along the way. If we were to push our luck any further, we would be truly being unreasonable. Please stay in the courtyard. Although we are currently in Baifeng Pavilion, we still need someone to patrol at night to prevent any danger from occurring."

"Huh? Does this also require someone to keep watch at night?" Lin Xueyi was dumbfounded. Hadn't they already arrived at Baifeng Pavilion? Could there be danger here? Mu Siyan and the pavilion master here are good friends, okay? She had already invited everyone away. If something really happened, it would be a slap in the face to Jing Xueqing.

"Yes, that's right. I'll be troubling you all tonight too."

Elder Zhang wholeheartedly supported the proposals of these Hunyuan Sect disciples. If Lin Xueyi hadn't kept emphasizing it, he would have felt embarrassed to live in the same courtyard as her.

That's a Grandmaster, a super expert at the Grandmaster level. In this martial arts world, there are only a handful of Grandmasters, and Lin Xueyi is the only one of her age.

The thought of living in the same courtyard as her filled him with inexplicable excitement, even though he had already retired from the martial world.

"Master, how about I..."

"Seriously, that's enough. Why are there so many troubles? Sister Mu used to live with me all the time. You guys don't live in the same room as me, so why are there so many troubles?"

Finally, after discussion, everyone decided that Lin Xueyi would continue to teach Zhao Yuxuan martial arts in this courtyard, while his servants and the disciples of the Hunyuan Sect would rest in that small courtyard.

The large courtyard was left to Lin Xueyi, while Old Zhang and Zhao Yuxuan stayed there, and that was considered the end of the matter.

Meanwhile, the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion was filled with a joyful atmosphere. In Yan Fengzhan Hongxia's room, many of the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion's female disciples were chatting, reminiscing about past anecdotes, telling embarrassing stories that everyone knew, and discussing interesting things in the martial arts world.

"Did you know that Lin Xueyi has also come to our Baifeng Pavilion this time? It seems that even the heavens are starting to favor our heroine Yanfeng."

"Huh? Could it be Lin Xueyi, the one whose literary talent overwhelmed everyone at the Luocheng Poetry Gathering and whose cultivation level is suspected to be at the Grandmaster level?"

"That's right, that's right, that little girl. I saw that Xin Yue has already led her to our guest rooms. Before, I thought it was a bit too extravagant to give the Hunyuan Sect people two guest rooms and courtyards, but now it seems that the Sect Master was right."

Whether Zhan Hongxia had foresight or not, she didn't know, but for a master of the Grandmaster realm to attend her wedding was something that both she and Baifeng Pavilion were very happy about.

Chapter Seventy-Two: Guests

"A perfect match made in heaven, who is this beautiful daughter paired with a celestial groom? Before the wine cup, they play the melody of parrots, and on the stage, they play the flute to attract the phoenix."

For some reason, after seeing the lively wedding procession, Lin Xueyi suddenly thought of a poem. She couldn't remember who wrote it or who it was written for. She probably saw it by chance while browsing Baidu.

She hadn't expected to remember it again at this moment, but fortunately, no one else heard, so she didn't have to worry about anyone asking her questions. She breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Suddenly, she heard a cheer from behind. Lin Xueyi looked over in surprise and saw her disciple talking to the Hunyuan Sect disciples.

"Well, I never expected Miss Lin to have such talent. She is truly remarkable for being both a scholar and a warrior."

"What's going on? What are you talking about?"

Lin Xueyi was a little dazed, but then she heard Zhao Yuxuan's voice suddenly come from the crowd. What he said was exactly the poem that Lin Xueyi had just mentioned. He even added a signature at the end: "Guest Lin Xueyi congratulates Yan Fengzhan and Hongxia on their wedding, and presents a poem."

"What kind of apprentice is this? Why is he messing with his master for no reason?" Seeing that everyone around her had obviously turned their attention to her, Lin Xueyi went crazy. She didn't know if it was too late to give him a "Regretful Dragon" punishment.

"Is this the legendary Lin Xueyi, who won the title of 'Two Poets of the City' at the Luo City Poetry Gathering? I never imagined she would have such talent at such a young age. It's truly admirable."

"That's right, that's right. I never expected her to be such a young girl. Speaking of which, should we ask her to compose a poem to urge us to get married, so that Senior Brother Qingyi, who is also quite talented, can surpass her?"

“Great, great, great, great! As long as he can write a poem that surpasses Lin Xueyi’s, he can take Senior Sister Zhan away.”

There were also some people here who loved to watch the drama unfold and were always thinking of stirring things up, without considering what would happen if things didn't go well. But at this point, probably no one would think about that anymore.

The wedding procession of the Qingyu Sect had already appeared before everyone's eyes. Leading the procession was Qing Yi, the rising star of the Qingyu Sect.

The long convoy seemed to carry a considerable amount of gifts, demonstrating the Qingyu Sect's high regard for Zhan Hongxia, or rather, for the Baifeng Pavilion.

"Who comes here, and what brings you here?"

As planned, a disciple wielding a sword came to the front of the caravan and stopped the group.

"I am Qingyi from Qingyu Sect. I have come here specifically to welcome my future wife, Zhan Hongxia. I would appreciate it if you could do me a favor."

Having received the answer he already knew, the sword-wielding disciple turned to look at the senior sisters behind him. After seeing their gesture, he turned back and continued speaking.

“There are rules for picking up people from my Hundred Phoenix Pavilion. It doesn’t seem right to come empty-handed.”

"A whole caravan of yours, and you're empty-handed?" This question startled Qingyi slightly, but then she saw her friend toss a gold leaf to the female disciple.

"Junior sister, this is a gift for tea for all of you fellow disciples. How about we have a cup of tea together sometime to soothe our throats?"

She tossed the gold leaf around, feeling a bit of heat in her hand, but the other senior sisters insisted that she do so, so she had no choice. She could only turn around again to look at the senior sisters behind her, only to see that they gave her a gesture to leave, and she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Since you brought so much stuff, let's go inside. Our Senior Sister Zhan is getting ready inside."

This was a subtle reminder to these people to finish their wedding poems as soon as possible, lest they be unable to do so later, which would be troublesome.

Upon hearing her junior sister's words, Qingyi thanked her softly before continuing to lead her people and the team into the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion.

Along the way, perhaps it was the gold leaf from before that had played a role, or perhaps the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion truly valued them, because no one stopped him or caused him any more trouble.

Seeing the boudoir adorned with red silk come into view, Qingyi breathed a sigh of relief. At least so far, everything had gone smoothly. Next was only a banquet, which would be the biggest challenge.

Originally, this banquet was supposed to be held later, but considering the long distance between Qingyu Sect and Baifeng Pavilion, and the excessive travel time, Jing Xueqing requested that a banquet be held during the wedding procession before leaving. It was also a farewell banquet for her junior sister.

However, just when Qingyi thought he was about to catch the beauty, he saw the other four phoenixes appear in front of him.

"Senior Brother Qingyi, if you want to take our Junior Sister Zhan away, you'll have to wait a while. She's in her boudoir getting ready. Of course, if you can produce a poem to urge her to get ready, we can send it in to her and make her hurry up."

Hearing the commotion outside, Zhan Hongxia, sitting inside, really wanted to roll her eyes at her fellow disciples. They even had a poem urging her to get ready! They woke her up early in the morning to do her makeup, and now they were urging her to get ready. Could they be any more hypocritical?

However, she was also a little nervous at this moment, wondering what kind of poem her lover would compose to urge her to get ready.

"Wait a minute. With the little poet Lin Xueyi here today, why don't we have her compose a poem, and then have Senior Brother Qingyi compose one as well? Let's see if we can surpass the little poet's poem. This way, we can also see our senior sister's taste."

The moment this idea came out, it instantly excited the people around. There was such a thing as this? This was going to be quite a spectacle! Especially since they heard that Lin Xueyi was here. You see, most people in the martial arts world are familiar with some literature and poetry. Back then, Lin Xueyi shone brightly at the Luocheng Poetry Gathering, and the rumors spread like wildfire throughout the martial arts world.

Don't be fooled by the fact that things don't get out of hand in Binzhou when it comes to martial arts. But what happened at the Luocheng Poetry Gathering spreads quickly throughout the states. After all, there aren't many sects that can integrate literature into martial arts, and the Luocheng Sword Sect is one of them.

At this moment, she couldn't be timid. She was just a young girl; what kind of masterpiece could she possibly create? Although she was caught off guard by this unexpected turn of events, Qingyi tried her best to remain calm.

"I would be grateful for Miss Lin's guidance."

"Master, please compose one, just one. Your disciple would like to see your masterpiece."

Lin Xueyi, who had been contemplating whether or not to kill this wicked disciple, now felt she shouldn't have hesitated at all and should have just killed him. However, looking at the expectant eyes of the people around her, Lin Xueyi sighed helplessly.

Rumor has it that rouge is mixed under the candlelight, and spring is celebrated separately before the mirror.

No need for full makeup on the face, just leave the eyebrows for the person to paint.

Main text: Chapter Seventy-Three: The Anomaly

The Qingyu Sect, a sect with a good reputation in Qingzhou, and Qing Yi, a rising star who is ranked high in the sect, felt like he wanted to overturn the table at this moment.

These women are just looking for trouble. Making a little girl write a poem to urge her to get ready for marriage, and then expecting her to write one better than hers—that's one thing, but at least have a human write it! Look at this poem. Can a human even write something like this?

Rumor has it that rouge is mixed under the candlelight, and spring is celebrated separately before the mirror.

No need for full makeup on the face, just leave the eyebrows for the person to paint.

This poem will surely give countless men a headache. If anyone writes a poem to urge a bride to get married in the future, they'll probably think of him as the hapless groom who has lost all face.

At this moment, a poem urging a bride to get married was played from Jing Xueqing's zither. "The poem urging a bride to get married is already finished. I will play another one, urging a bride to get married. Junior sister, come out now, don't delay the auspicious time."

This could be considered as getting him out of a tight spot, but at this moment he didn't want to be grateful to the Pavilion Master of Baifeng Pavilion. He felt like his head was about to split open from all the trouble Baifeng Pavilion had caused. However, thinking about what he would do later, he would have plenty of opportunities to take revenge on these hateful women.

Hearing their sect leader's words, the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion disciples who had caused the disturbance realized they had almost gotten into trouble. They quickly stuck out their tongues and ran outside, saying they wanted to replace the other disciples on patrol so they could attend the banquet.

Lin Xueyi, who had written a wonderful poem to urge people to get ready for their wedding, was naturally surrounded by a group of people. Although they didn't say anything, they all admired the young girl.

Lin Xueyi felt extremely annoyed at this moment. What was all this? If it weren't for that wicked disciple, would she have caused so much trouble?

Feeling quite annoyed, Lin Xueyi planned to have a big meal later, then discuss with Zhao Yuxuan and the others about leaving as soon as possible. She felt she couldn't stay in Baifeng Pavilion any longer.

Fortunately, these people didn't keep her waiting too long; it ended quickly. Moreover, the people from Baifeng Pavilion were very considerate and arranged for Lin Xueyi to sit at the main table, which was the same table as Jing Xueqing and the others.

At this table, Lin Xueyi finally met some of the key figures of the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion: several hall masters and a few elders. Well, Lin Xueyi admitted that these elders were not very old; the oldest was only around forty years old. Those who were older had basically left the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion and gone their separate ways.

"Xueyi, this is our local specialty, Hundred Flowers Wine. Try it. This wine is specially brewed for women. It tastes sweet and is smooth on the palate. It's a rare and exquisite wine."

Jing Xueqing first poured Lin Xueyi a cup of Hundred Flowers Wine. This wine is unique to Baifeng Pavilion and is not sold to the public. It's not that they don't sell it, but it is said that the production of this wine is extremely limited, and they don't even have enough for their own use, let alone for external sales.

Lin Xueyi also picked up her glass and took a sip. The clear, sweet liquid had barely touched her lips when she felt something was off about the taste. However, she had never tasted this kind of wine before; perhaps this was just how it tasted.

The table was also filled with various dishes unique to Peony Pavilion, with authentic flavors that made one's mouth water. Lin Xueyi naturally wouldn't miss them. The people at the table were chatting about topics she wasn't interested in, so she didn't want to join in. She just ate her meal, drank her wine, and listened to them talk about their Hundred Phoenix Pavilion.

Meanwhile, Zhan Hongxia and Qingyi began toasting at each table. Although they should have toasted the Pavilion Master's table first, it seemed that Qingyi and the others had their own considerations, so they toasted the other disciples' tables first. They even toasted Zhao Yuxuan's group and the Hunyuan Sect group.

As they went from table to table toasting, Qingyi's face became slightly flushed with alcohol, and he looked like he was about to get drunk. Zhan Hongxia supported her future husband with some concern, and a look of worry appeared on her face.

"Hongxia, don't worry, I'm fine."

He placed his hand on Zhan Hongxia's arm, which was supporting him, with a slight smile on his face, before continuing, "There's only one table left. If we don't offer a toast to the Pavilion Master, it would be truly impolite."

"But if you drink too much, will you be able to go home today?"

"It's alright, don't worry, everything will be over tonight, there won't be any problems." As she walked towards the table where Jing Xueqing was, Qing Yi secretly revealed a triumphant smile.

"Senior Sister Jing, Qingyi is here to offer you a toast."

He filled Jing Xueqing's glass with wine, and then poured wine for the other disciples. Only then did Qingyi take her own wine glass from her friend and drink it down.

Even Jing Xueqing nodded in satisfaction as she drank all the wine. She approved of Zhan Hongxia's judgment and was about to tell Qingyi she could go back first when she saw Xinyue stumble in at the entrance of the hall.

"Master... Something terrible has happened, Master! Those carriages outside weren't carrying betrothal gifts, but rather masked men in black. They've already taken over all the disciples patrolling outside..."

"I've got them all, Senior Sister Jing. Look, we're about to become family. How about this? You're all very beautiful, and I can't bring myself to do something so cruel. Why don't you all submit to me and become my concubines? I'll spare your lives then, how about that?"

Speaking such malicious words with a seemingly upright and gentlemanly expression, Jing Xueqing slammed her hand on the table in anger. The table should have shattered upon impact, but instead, it was Jing Xueqing who collapsed.

"you..."

"Save your energy. I used a dispersing powder specifically to deal with all of you women. It would be strange if you were still able to move."

Completely unexpected, Zhan Hongxia quickly moved away from Qingyi, her angry eyes fixed on this so-called gentleman.

"you lied to me."

"What am I lying to you about? Didn't I say I was going to marry you? And I already have. But I don't just want you; I also want all the beauties of your Hundred Phoenix Pavilion, plus the intelligence network you've built."

Looking at the beautiful woman pointing angrily at her, Qingyi showed no concern whatsoever.

"You've also been hit by the Dispersing Power Powder, so you won't be able to use your internal energy for at least a few hours. I advise you not to resist anymore. Do you know who I brought with me this time? Those flower-picking experts you injured are all here. If you don't behave, I'll send you to them to play with for a few days. Then you'll know what regret is."

"Damn it, you bastard..."

"Oh dear, I told you not to rush. You know, this Dispersing Power Powder will make even ordinary Xiantian cultivators collapse, except for Grandmasters. Don't worry, you are all so beautiful, how could I bear to part with you? However, the other disciples will have to make some sacrifices."

Main text: Chapter Seventy-Four: A brutal beating