A Journey Through the Martial World After Transforming into a Loli

He Beichang, who had turned and leaped off the stage, was still filled with resentment and anger. He hadn't killed the man who dared to expose his shortcomings, and the man who had run out and ruined his plans was still alive. This filled him with rage.

"Young Master, Zhao Yuxuan is the disciple of that grandmaster on stage. You should refrain from having any conflicts with him for now."

He Beichang was unaware of the situation, but his subordinates recognized Zhao Yuxuan's condition and quickly tried to persuade their young master to avoid doing anything irrational in his anger.

However, the attendant forgot about his young master's strange hobbies, such as his fondness for little girls.

He had already noticed Lin Xueyi, who was the most eye-catching person on the stage, but after hearing that she was a grandmaster, he didn't think much of it. However, when he heard that this grandmaster was actually the master of that despicable bastard Zhao Yuxuan, He Beichang thought of some interesting things.

If he could win over this little girl, then let's see who dares to gossip then. Maybe then his family could rise to the level of the Ghost Valley.

"Young Master, Young Master, please don't do anything rash! Our family can't withstand the wrath of a Grandmaster!"

If someone is defeated on the stage, a Grandmaster would not go looking for trouble over such a trivial matter. However, if the opponent uses underhanded tactics or schemes, it would be a direct slap in the face to a Grandmaster, and they would naturally not be so easy to talk to then.

Therefore, the attendant's concern was not without reason. He was afraid that his young master might have a moment of weakness and take action in private, which would not be so easy to resolve.

"I know what you mean, but haven't you noticed that young lady is very suitable to be our family's young mistress?"

For some reason, the attendant suddenly wanted to get his young master a peach to eat.

"Young Master, this joke is not funny. This young grandmaster is not someone that ordinary people can come into contact with. I'm afraid many powerful forces have already started to have their eyes on her. We'd better not get involved."

Looking at Lin Xueyi leaning against Ye Qin'er from afar, although he could only see her outline, he could roughly tell that this girl should be a beauty in the making. He Beichang felt that he should still have a chance to deal with this kind of girl.

"Hmph, she's just a little girl, what's so difficult about her? Just watch my methods, I guarantee I can take her under my wing and make her your young mistress."

These words were spoken without any attempt to conceal their meaning; at least those around them heard them clearly. If such words were not spread, then the person would truly have lost the dignity of the "jianghu" (江湖, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry).

Therefore, it was not long before everyone who participated in the Young Heroes Gathering learned that He Beichang actually wanted to pursue Lin Xueyi, the youngest grandmaster in the martial arts world.

People remembered his previously revealed fetishes, and felt that this was actually quite expected. However, the only reaction from the crowd to this declaration was...

"Could this man be a madman?"

"Is this person out of their mind?"

"The legendary toad trying to eat swan meat!"

When the news reached Zhao Yuxuan's ears, he simply responded to the person who told him with a cryptic "hehe" to end the conversation.

Lin Xueyi was the last to know about this news. She stayed on stage the whole time and hardly came down until the morning's sparring matches of the Young Heroes Gathering ended. Only then did she have time to come down and have a meal and rest with her disciples and elders.

Of course, Lin Xueyi's meals were different from those of others. Originally, the Young Heroes Gathering only had innate, acquired, and ordinary martial artists, but now a Grandmaster level has been added, and this Grandmaster level is something that only Lin Xueyi can enjoy.

"However, Lin Xueyi found the morning's fight really boring. She originally thought the fight would be like on TV, with back-and-forth exchanges, looking quite professional."

But after watching it, I realized that this clash of weaklings was really boring. Just by watching the two sides fight, I already knew the outcome. It was like reading a book and having the plot spoiled as soon as I started reading. It was a very uncomfortable feeling.

However, Ye Qin'er watched with great interest, and sometimes when she met someone she knew, she would introduce them to her so that she could learn about the young talents from different regions.

Main Text: Chapter Ninety-One: Zhao Yuxuan's First Battle

"Master, have you heard what that guy named He Beichang said?" Zhao Yuxuan was a little surprised to see his master enjoying a lavish meal, seemingly unchanged from before. What He Beichang had said before had made him very angry, so why hadn't his master changed at all?

Lin Xueyi was completely bewildered by her apprentice's abrupt question. Who was this He Beichang? Why was he being brought up all of a sudden?

Ye Qin'er, who was sitting next to Lin Xueyi helping her set the table, knew exactly who He Beichang was. Someone had told her before they came out, and she was quite angry at the time, but she had completely forgotten about his name in the blink of an eye.

So when Zhao Yuxuan suddenly asked her this question, Lin Xueyi didn't immediately realize that he was referring to He Beichang. It was only after Ye Qin'er reminded her that she realized what he meant.

"Ah, you mean that guy named He Beichang? He's a mentally unstable dog. Just stay away from him. If you get bitten, you might get rabies."

They understood that he was mentally unstable, but they didn't understand what rabies was. However, considering the tone of his voice when he spoke to Lin Xueyi, they could tell that rabies was definitely not a good disease.

“Master, this He Beichang is the son of Linglong, who is known as the Blood Rose. Of course, Linglong is not so bad. His father is He Mingda, who is also the leader of the sixteen districts of Jiangbei in Qingzhou, the Qiankun Thunder Hand He Mingda.”

"What? What's this? Qiankun Thunderbolt Hand He Mingda? Why isn't he called Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand Cheng Kun?" Lin Xueyi complained about the nickname. It would be so much fun if he were called Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand.

However, Zhao Yuxuan and Ye Qin'er were completely baffled. What exactly was this Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand? Why could they hear what their master (Master Lin) was saying clearly, but they couldn't understand the meaning behind his words at all?

Lin Xueyi knew that these people probably wouldn't understand what she was saying, so she didn't argue with them about the issue of Hunyuan or Qiankun.

"Is He Mingda, whom you're talking about, very powerful? Is he also a Grandmaster-level expert?"

Seeing Lin Xueyi's eagerness to try, Zhao Yuxuan and Ye Qin'er fell silent. Could this girl have some misunderstanding about the Grandmaster realm, thinking that the Grandmaster realm is like cabbage on the street, and that anyone can become a Grandmaster?

Seeing the two shake their heads helplessly, Lin Xueyi was also a little disappointed. Was Ruoxue right or wrong? She had told her that there were many people with her cultivation level, but after traveling around the world, she found that there were far more than just a few.

"You stinky Ruoxue, when I find you, I'm going to beat you up. You can explain anything to me while you're in bed."

Lin Xueyi, pouting, vented her resentment on her food. Little did she know, in the Netherworld Ghost Valley, a seductive woman in red, holding a piece of paper containing information about her, sneezed loudly and asked with a bewildered expression, "Can a Grandmaster catch a cold?"

The afternoon's battle was still very strange. It could be said that the development of the Young Heroes Association was completely different from what Lin Xueyi had imagined.

Many people signed up, but the performance usually only lasted a few minutes. It was so fast, really fast, that Lin Xueyi felt that men shouldn't be so quick.

However, the men in the ring were incredibly fast fighters; they'd come up, fight only a few times, and then be off the stage, leaving the audience thoroughly unsatisfied.

However, soon Lin Xueyi saw her disciple Zhao Yuxuan enter the stage. As soon as Zhao Yuxuan entered, he attracted the attention of the people around him. There was no way around it; Zhao Yuxuan was a disciple of a grandmaster. It would be strange if he didn't attract any attention.

"Tsk tsk, is it really that big of a deal that Zhao Yuxuan is going to go on stage? So many people are looking forward to him going on stage?"

Ye Qin'er looked at the little girl speechlessly. Didn't she know who had tricked him into getting so much attention? Many people were waiting to see him fail so they could find an opportunity to become her apprentice.

As long as someone's talent surpasses Zhao Yuxuan's, who wouldn't want their apprentice to be even more talented? So many people share this goal. Of course, there are also some who simply can't stand seeing others do better than themselves.

Zhao Yuxuan, who stepped onto the stage, understood his situation. Although his initial rescue put some pressure on others, the better he performed, the better his master's martial arts were, and the more people coveted them. The more people coveted them, the more they wanted to become disciples of Lin Xueyi, especially those wandering martial artists without any sect or school.

Hearing the voices of the people below the stage, Zhao Yuxuan took a deep breath. He knew that this match would either make him famous or ruin his reputation.

At this time, his opponent was Liu Xuan of the Xuanling Sect, who had just become famous in the martial arts world. It can be said that in everyone's eyes, this would be a very anticipated match. One side was a disciple of a newly promoted Grandmaster, and the other side was a rising star in the martial arts world. It was very likely that the two would have a match with equal strength.

"Brother Zhao, I never expected that my first match would be against a disciple of a grandmaster like you. This is truly a dilemma."

The handsome young man, with a touch of shyness, showed no trace of the boldness one would expect from a江湖人 (jianghu person, someone who lives in the martial arts world). Instead, he seemed more like a boy next door, shy and reserved.

This polite greeting made Zhao Yuxuan breathe a slight sigh of relief. He had been looking forward to the competition, but now that it was time, he was actually a little nervous. If it weren't for the gentle and pleasant feeling that Liu Xuan gave him when he spoke, he really didn't know how long he would have been nervous.

"Senior Brother Liu is too kind. I have only been learning from my master for a short time. Compared to those of you who have been cultivating for a long time, I am still far behind."

Despite their polite exchanges, neither of them stopped what they were doing; almost simultaneously, they had both completed their actions.

Below the arena, everyone held their breath as they watched this evenly matched battle. Almost everyone felt that this fight was the most entertaining one so far.

Then... Then...

The moment the dragon's roar rang out, Liu Xuan was almost instantly defeated by the blurry golden dragon. He had no effective resistance and was powerless to fight back. If Zhao Yuxuan hadn't stopped in the end, he probably wouldn't have even lost his life.

The crowd, who had been holding their breath and expecting a closely contested match, now had only two words flashing through their minds: "That's it?"

Main text: Chapter Ninety-Two: Enemies meeting are especially hostile

As time went on, the intensity of the Young Heroes' Gathering also continued to escalate. From the initial hundreds of people, the number was reduced by half, and those who remained were almost all well-known figures in the martial arts world.

Among the numerous sparring matches, the three recognized masters from Qingzhou are Nangong Ping of Fengbo Prefecture with his Howling Thunder Spear, Feng Xiaoyun of Dongling Sword Sect with her Swallow Moon Sword, and A Ling, the Washerwoman of Yunan Xiulou. Although there are also participants from the three upper prefectures, most of them are people who are not well-known in the martial arts world.

Although they entered this place and participated in the Young Heroes Gathering, to Qingzhou, these people were nothing more than the bottom tier of the three upper states, and were not worth fearing at all.

On the arena at this moment, Xiao Leiqiang—Nangong Ping—was staring intently at his opponent, Yu Xiuying, the beloved disciple of the Northern Tiger, Mondley. Since arriving in Qingzhou, she had been virtually invincible.

In the previous competitions, there were almost no people who could make her make a second move, but in this Young Heroes Gathering, there are actually three such people.

Yu Xiulin, who was from the same sect as Yu Xiuying, was the other one, which was unexpected yet reasonable. That was Zhao Yuxuan, the youngest grandmaster and Lin Xueyi's disciple.

In Nangong Ping's memory, this Zhao Yuxuan was not a master at all. He had almost no reputation in the martial arts world before, and his cultivation level had just entered the post-natal stage.

Unexpectedly, in just a few short months, he has already become someone who can rival them. Is the martial arts of that grandmaster really as miraculous as the legends say, allowing people to quickly advance from the acquired to the innate, and from the innate to the grandmaster?

Although thinking this way feels like daydreaming, many people have already believed it, so everyone has a deeper understanding of Lin Xueyi's existence.

However, none of that mattered anymore. Nangong Ping's biggest thought at that moment was to defeat his opponent and protect the honor of the Qingzhou Jianghu.

If the first place in the Young Heroes Tournament were taken by someone from another region within Qingzhou, it would be a great disgrace. Back in Yuanzhou, the current Palace Master of the Holy Dragon Palace in Zhongzhou won first place, which caused many people in the martial arts world to be very dissatisfied with him.

They even harbored hostility towards the entire Holy Dragon Palace. If it weren't for the Grandmaster-level figures constantly keeping them in check, and if the Holy Dragon Palace hadn't been constantly restraining the Netherworld Ghost Valley, they would have already gone looking for trouble with them.

"Everyone says your Howling Thunder Spear is very powerful. I wonder how it compares to my Tiger Roar Thunder Fist. My master has always said that Qingzhou is a place of outstanding people and talents, with many promising young talents. You are known as one of the best among these young talents. Don't disappoint me too much."

Gripping his spear tightly, Nangong Ping focused his attention on his opponent, a very pretty woman. If it weren't for her consistently formidable fighting record, it would be hard to imagine that she had overcome all obstacles and that almost no one could stand a chance against her.

"The Thunder Soul-Severing Spear is the most advanced spear technique of my Fengbo Manor. It has a total of thirty-six forms. Once it is used, it is as powerful as thunder and as fast as lightning. So, young lady, you must be careful. I still cannot master this martial art. If you cannot withstand it, you can admit defeat directly. No one will blame you."

Hearing what the other party considered to be good advice, Yu Xiuying just smiled coldly, waved her arm, and made an offensive gesture, "Tiger Roar Thunder Fist, its essence is to go forward without hesitation and win with one strike."

No matter the moves or techniques, they are all utterly insignificant in the face of absolute power. The saying goes, "A heavy sword has no edge, great skill is without artifice," and this has always been the direction my master taught me.

Since the opponent was determined to strike with a single blow, Nangong Ping devised a countermeasure. As long as he could dodge the opponent's first attack, he would have his chance while she was still recovering her strength.

Just then, Yu Xiuying's attack exploded instantly, accompanied by a tiger's roar, rushing towards Nangong Ping. Unexpectedly, Nangong Ping did not choose to directly attack or defend, but instead dodged the opponent's thunderous attack in a surprising yet reasonable way.

Seeing this, the crowd below cheered loudly. They all knew that Yu Xiuying's attacks were not going to work, so when they saw that Nangong Ping had successfully dodged them and even managed to counterattack, they naturally felt that Nangong Ping had already figured out a way to win.

Ye Qin'er, who was in the guest seats, noticed Lin Xueyi shaking her head slightly and asked, "I see Nangong Ping and Yu Xiuying fighting fiercely, why are you shaking your head? Is there something wrong with them that I haven't noticed?"

Lin Xueyi looked at the seemingly evenly matched situation in the arena again before speaking, "Look at the faces of those so-called experts behind you."

Ye Qin'er turned around and found that everyone behind her also had conflicted expressions, seemingly not optimistic about the situation.

"Sister Qin'er, although Yu Xiuying's cultivation level is not very high, she is still a disciple of the great hero Mondley. In terms of experience, she is definitely stronger than Nangong Ping."

"But aren't we still evenly matched now? Why...?"

"Evenly matched? How could it be evenly matched? It's clear that Yu Xiuying is deliberately shifting the pace of the battle to her side. If Nangong Ping had chosen to fight head-on from the beginning, he might not have lost. But he was too clever for his own good and tried to use tricks against her. How could someone who has become the strongest below the Grandmaster level, Meng Daxia, lack tricks?"

After hearing Lin Xueyi's words, Ye Qin'er looked at the scene again, but unfortunately she still couldn't see anything. However, she heard Lin Xueyi say something else.

"The outcome will be decided soon."

As if complying with Lin Xueyi's request, Nangong Ping once again wanted to take advantage of Yu Xiuying's attack while she was still recovering from her previous attack. Just as he was about to make his move, he saw a smug smirk appear on Yu Xiuying's lips.

The moment the spear thrust out, a slender hand tightly gripped the spear aimed at her. The next second, the attack landed on Nangong Ping, and amidst his incredulous expression, a victorious smile appeared on her face.

Nangong Ping, the rising star of Qingzhou who had always been highly anticipated, was actually punched out of the ring and spat out a mouthful of blood as he landed on the ground.

"Damn it, why..."

"For no reason. If I hadn't wanted to see more of your marksmanship, I could have defeated you long ago." With that cool remark, Yu Xiuying turned and left, completely ignoring Nangong Ping's ashen face.

Or perhaps in her heart, her biggest opponent this time was still that man named Zhao Yuxuan. She remembered clearly the palm strike he delivered at the Huating Sword Sect.

Main Text: Chapter Ninety-Three: The Recluse Liu Xuan