A Journey Through the Martial World After Transforming into a Loli

"Hahaha, I don't think any of you can surpass my poem. The Luo City Sword Sect uses poetry to enter martial arts, but the result is a family full of mediocre talents. No wonder that after the patriarch, no one has been able to step into the Innate Realm."

Lin Xueyi was happily reaching for her snacks when a sudden, duck-like laugh startled her. Couldn't they be a little more refined at this poetry gathering? Why was she laughing so awfully all of a sudden?

"Ignore him, he's a mad dog. Here, have some candied fruit, it's sweet, it'll calm you down."

Without even looking up at the man shouting wildly not far away, Gu Duoduo put the candied fruit from the small dish into Lin Xueyi's mouth. Watching her happily eat the food she had given her, she was in a very good mood.

However, while the situation was very favorable on one side, it was not so good on the other. Many disciples of the Luo City Sword Sect took to the field, but none of them could defeat Liu Ling. Instead, the opponent's arrogance grew even stronger.

"That's all for today. I originally thought that the Luocheng Sword Sect, which combines poetry and martial arts, would have someone I could consider a kindred spirit. I didn't expect it to be so easily defeated. I just hope that this three-day poetry gathering will bring out someone who will catch my eye."

A figure in white robes, a folding fan swaying gently, exudes an air of pretentiousness that suddenly makes Lin Xueyi feel full and her stomach uncomfortable.

"Excuse me, can I ask if this guy's brain has really been kicked by a donkey?"

It wasn't that Lin Xueyi swore, but rather that this genuinely made her extremely uncomfortable. However, Lin Xueyi's attention quickly shifted from the man to other things, such as the arrival of Su Mengsha and Mu Xuan'er.

"Sister Su, you're here! These snacks are delicious, you should try some."

Watching Lin Xueyi proudly present the snacks she had gotten from her senior brother to Su Mengsha, Su Mengsha's initially good mood turned sour.

"This is me..."

"Hey, we're friends. What's this 'yours' and 'mine' stuff? It's all between the two of us. Don't be so clear about it."

Seemingly sensing Gu Duoduo's displeasure, Lin Xueyi smiled and waved her hand, then put a peeled dried fruit into the girl's mouth. Seeing the corners of her lips gradually curve upwards, Lin Xueyi knew that the little girl was no longer angry.

"All you ever think about is eating. Didn't you see how arrogant Liu Ling was just now?"

At this moment, Mu Xuan'er gently tapped Gu Duoduo's smooth forehead with her finger. Liu Ling had indeed angered her before; she had never seen anyone so arrogant. However, if Liu Ling continued to maintain such a high profile, their Luocheng Sword Sect would really lose face this time.

After all, he was known for his literary skills in martial arts, but he was completely outmatched by an outsider in poetry and prose, which was a huge loss of face.

"Oh, what are you afraid of? Your husband hasn't even made a move yet. I don't believe that my senior brothers would still be crushed by this Liu Ling even if they did."

Gu Duoduo really didn't take Liu Ling seriously. This was only the first day, and none of the experts from the Luo City Sword Sect had made a move yet.

However, Mu Xuan'er felt that it wasn't that simple. Liu Ling must have other purposes for taking such a high-profile approach to the Luo City Sword Sect, but she couldn't figure out what those purposes were for the time being.

Main text: Chapter Fifteen: The Poetry Gathering (Part Two)

The poetry gathering continued, and the melodramatic plot unfolded as usual. However, Lin Xueyi did not participate this time. Instead, she took Gu Duoduo's lead and enjoyed a leisurely tour of Luo City.

As for Gu Duoduo, her senior brother said that she needs to get used to him being around and to life in Luocheng. Once she gets used to it, everything will be fine. She can be his apprentice or even his wife.

Gu Duoduo agreed with her senior brother, so she took Lin Xueyi on a tour of various attractions in Luocheng, including Qingshan Temple outside the city.

However, the monks there were very good at playing the game, describing their relationship with Xueyi as incredibly close and harmonious. So, she happily gave the monks more alms.

Although Lin Xueyi had a lot of fun, she felt a little unhappy after learning what had happened at the poetry gathering. Su Mengsha, for some reason, also went up and wrote a poem, only to be ridiculed by Liu Ling, who completely humiliated her.

After returning from her outing, Lin Xueyi could sense Su Mengsha's depressed mood; she had clearly suffered a great blow. This annoyed Lin Xueyi, so she wrote a satirical poem and had the nerve to show it off. Showing it off was one thing, but to go and mock others was quite another. Ha, does she even know how thick-skinned she is?

So, Lin Xueyi, who originally didn't plan to join in the fun, went over again and sat in the same spot as before. Of course, there were still several plates of snacks, candied fruit, and dried fruit on the small table.

"Xueyi, there's no point in you coming here. We might as well go outside and have some fun. It's so boring here, all we see is a stray dog ​​barking."

"What do you mean by barking wildly? It's already started biting people, okay? I'm here to discipline this lousy dog. Don't think it can run around and bite people just because it's off its leash."

Lin Xueyi didn't feel much ill will towards this person, no matter how arrogant he was. She could not stand it, but he had defeated quite a few people and was arrogant because of his own ability, so there was nothing wrong with that. But if he bit her, then he was asking for trouble.

Gu Duoduo didn't quite understand Lin Xueyi's thoughts. In her opinion, even if Lin Xueyi came here, she wouldn't pose any threat to Liu Ling. Rather than causing trouble here, it would be better to just not see her and not be bothered.

Anyway, she had already decided that after the poetry gathering, she would break his legs. She was arrogant, and since she was young, she would only get a scolding from her master at most. What else could happen?

However, if this man dares to speak arrogantly to her Xiaoxueyi, then she shouldn't blame her for taking action right now.

Thinking this, Gu Duoduo quietly placed her hand on the soft sword at her waist. It seemed she might suddenly lash out at any moment and stab the man she disliked, leaving him with bloody holes.

Liu Ling, who had no premonition of the crisis, was still there, trying his best to mock the disciples of the Luocheng Sword Sect at the poetry gathering.

"Aren't you supposed to be one of the top three martial arts sects in terms of literary talent? Is this all you've got? Haha, you're nothing but fame-seekers."

"Hey, that's going too far. Exchanging ideas through writing is just a platform for everyone to communicate with each other, not for you to show off your ridiculous presence here."

Su Mengsha had reached her limit with Liu Ling. He had no cultivation whatsoever, and only relied on his literary talent to constantly provoke others and insult them with the most vicious language. Was this what a so-called scholar was?

"Are you kidding me? Since ancient times, there has been no first place in literature but there is a second in martial arts. Since the poetry gathering is being held here, let's not make it sound so nice. Let's determine who is better and who is worse. That's what it means for us participants. What, do you mean that only the people from the Luo City Sword Sect can win, but you won't let us outsiders win?"

These words were truly malicious. If the other participants in the poetry gathering misunderstood them, it would severely damage the reputation of the Luo City Sword Sect.

"Young Master Liu, you flatter me. Our Luocheng Sword Sect has been established for hundreds of years, and we would never do something like this if we couldn't accept defeat. However, today is the last day of the poetry gathering. I wonder if there are any other young talents who can write something even better, so please don't be impatient, Young Master Liu."

"Qingfeng Sword"—Liu Changfeng immediately turned his attention to Liu Ling, interpreting his aggressive behavior as an attempt to end the poetry gathering prematurely and win first place.

However, Liu Ling only smiled coldly and did not answer. Instead, he focused his gaze on the literati and scholars who had come here.

"Right and wrong, what you say and what I say, are all meaningless..."

"I am a carefree wanderer from the mountains and rivers of Qingdu, and Heaven has ordained me to be unrestrained and wild."

Before Liu Ling could finish speaking, a light, melodious voice, soft and languid, rang out from behind the group. As everyone looked in the direction of the voice, they saw two adorable little girls appear before them.

"Once granted rain and wind permits, repeatedly borrowed moonlight from clouds."

Is this poetry that a little girl could recite? Everyone was already stunned after hearing the first four lines. Was this little girl trying to defy the heavens? This poem was clearly not something she should be able to recite.

The clear wine was slowly poured into the girl's small, pink lips through the delicate wine cup in her small, lovely hands. "Ten thousand poems, a thousand cups of wine. When have I ever paid attention to the kings and princes? I am too lazy to return to the jade towers and golden palaces, so I will just insert plum blossoms and get drunk in Luoyang."

"Oh, this..."

Liu Ling was momentarily speechless. According to his original plan, he should have caused a scene here, forcing the Luo City Sword Sect to punish him, and then drawing out the powerful figure behind him, thus ruining the Luo City Sword Sect's reputation. This would allow them to gain a foothold in Luo City.

However, what's wrong with this little girl? Is she messing with me? If you had come out earlier, I could have thought of other better verses with them. But you came in and checkmated me, and it's a dead end. Can't we have a proper game?

Gu Duoduo was also a little happy. Luoyang, Yangshan in Luocheng, she had taken her there to see the plum blossoms yesterday, and today she used them in her poem. Wasn't that a contribution to her?

As for Su Mengsha, she was surprised to find herself standing in front of Lin Xueyi and naturally took the wine glass from her hand.

"Little girl, you're so young and you're already drinking alcohol. This isn't something you should be drinking at your age. Here, have some juice."

"Could you pull your lips down before you speak?" Liu Ling thought to herself, annoyed. This guy was so funny. He was clearly grinning from ear to ear, but he still said something like, "Little girl, could you be any more hypocritical?"

However, Lin Xueyi didn't care whether it was hypocritical or not. She just glanced at the man and said, "You just said you can't accept defeat, so you better not be a sore loser yourself."

"Whose jade flute softly plays, its notes drifting on the spring breeze throughout Luoyang? Tonight, the melody of 'Willow Branch' evokes thoughts of home; who can remain unmoved by longing for their lost garden?"

Holding Su Mengsha's hand in one hand and Gu Duoduo's hand in the other, Lin Xueyi walked calmly towards the door without even glancing at the crowd at the poetry gathering.

"I'll give you time to write poetry. I want to see if you can write better poetry than me."

Main text: Chapter Sixteen: The Aftermath of the Poetry Gathering

"I'll give you time to write poetry, and I'll see if you can write something better." Confidence? Arrogance? Neither. Lin Xueyi genuinely looks down on the culture of this world. Putting aside everything else, a bunch of people who write doggerel can hold a poetry gathering here.

So this nerdy guy who studied humanities could easily crush them with the poems and essays he memorized for the college entrance exam. You might think a bunch of warriors should just be warriors, but they insist on being both literary and martial arts experts. However, they are neither good at literature nor martial arts, and in the end, they end up with a hodgepodge.

I really don't know whether to say these people are really stupid or too straightforward. Back then, the old patriarch of Luo City was probably a genius who was born out of heaven, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to develop this martial arts path that combines literature and martial arts. But just because he was a genius doesn't mean that others are too. Trying to do two things at once will only result in not learning either well in the end.

No wonder the cultivation levels of the people in the Luo City Sword Sect are generally not very high; this is the reason. But what about Gu Duoduo? Lin Xueyi secretly glanced at Gu Duoduo, who had been silent ever since she wrote the poem. Her talent is truly remarkable; she might even become a Xiantian (a high-level cultivator) in the future.

"I've made up my mind."

Lin Xueyi, who was lost in thought, was caught off guard by Gu Duoduo's sudden exclamation. She saw that Gu Duoduo was now tightly holding her own hand.

"Xueyi, be my apprentice, no, no, be my junior sister. I told my master that your talent is definitely higher than mine. I'll talk to my master, and you will definitely become my master's personal disciple."

Ah... This development was completely unexpected by Lin Xueyi. She stared blankly at Gu Duoduo, who was beaming with surprise and even trembling slightly.

"Girl, are you trying to steal my boyfriend right in front of me? Do you really think I'm dead?"

For some reason, seeing Gu Duoduo clinging to Lin Xueyi made Su Mengsha feel a little uncomfortable. Perhaps she really treated Gu Duoduo like her own sister, so she didn't like other unrelated people being too close to Lin Xueyi.

“I know about Flying Eagle Fortress, but our Luo City Sword Sect is much stronger than Flying Eagle Fortress. I think Xueyi can have a better master.”

"Hey, little girl, I can't pretend I didn't hear that. What do you mean Flying Eagle Fortress is inferior to the Luo City Sword Sect?"

"Am I wrong?" Gu Duoduo was quite confident about this. Yes, whether in terms of reputation in the martial arts world or their own strength, in a top city like Luocheng in Binzhou, they are among the few sects that can stand out. Their Flying Eagle Fortress is indeed somewhat inferior.

However, as the young lady of Flying Eagle Fortress, she couldn't just admit it, especially not in front of Lin Xueyi. But in Lin Xueyi's eyes, their argument was the most meaningless thing.

"Um, actually I..."

"What, did I say something wrong? How do you think Flying Eagle Fortress can compare to our Luo City Sword Sect?"

"Um, I wanted to say..."

“Our Flying Eagle Fortress is also famous in the martial arts world, how can it be inferior to your Luo City Sword Sect?”

"Can't you guys just listen to me? I decide where I'm going, what are you all arguing about?"

Her adorable little face was flushed with anger, especially her pouting cherry lips, which made one want to tease her even more. "Emmmm," Su Mengsha silently muttered to herself, uttering a nasty thought about this unpleasant feeling.

“Let’s stop arguing. Anyway, the poetry gathering is over, so let’s go. I can take you to Flying Eagle Castle for a visit.”

"Hmph, what's so fun about Flying Eagle Fortress? It's just a castle on a hilltop. What's there to see? It's not even as good as our Los Angeles."

Seeing the flames of war about to reignite, Lin Xueyi sighed helplessly, wondering what kind of trouble she had gotten herself into.

However, she didn't know that the poetry gathering after she left became even more lively, and Liu Ling, who had been so arrogant just moments before, was now extremely embarrassed.

Whether they were from the Luo City Sword Sect or other scholars and martial artists who came to the poetry gathering hoping to make a name for themselves, they were all amazed by the two poems left behind by Lin Xueyi.

"Changfeng, is that your junior sister?"

In fact, Liu Changfeng himself was a little stunned. He really didn't expect that the shy girl who had been eating at his house earlier would write such verses.

"No, the one next to her is my junior sister."

"I was wondering why Gu Duoduo wasn't so powerful before. She let Liu Ling run rampant here for so long. But it's good that someone has to curb his arrogance. He shouldn't think he's invincible just because he wrote a few poems. In the end, this world is still all about martial arts."

"Sigh, but Changfeng, do you know who that girl is? She was with Gu Duoduo and then left with Su Mengsha. You must know her too."

Looking at his friend who was smiling broadly, Liu Changfeng didn't know what to say for a moment. As for Gu Duoduo's two senior brothers and their friends who had been sitting next to her, they naturally put the small plate of snacks that Lin Xueyi had eaten into their arms.

Now I can brag to my fellow students that I've had conversations with that little girl. Those two poems will definitely set the trend in Luocheng's literary scene, and they're even comparable to the poetry and prose of the other two major scenic spots.

"Chang Fengneng, we're all good friends. It's not good for you to eat alone like this. Besides, I remember Xuan'er and you were childhood sweethearts. It seems...

"So get out of here! When did I say I had feelings for Xueyi? You lot..."

"Oh... so your name is Xueyi. You are indeed as your name suggests, intelligent and sweet, like a little bird nestled in someone's arms."

Liu Changfeng covered his mouth speechlessly, knowing that he had just spoken out of turn. Although he felt a little regretful, he was mostly relieved.