A Journey Through the Martial World After Transforming into a Loli

The fierce-looking man coldly watched the villagers walking by. In his heart, he had already thought of a better idea. If he could make an example of them again, these people would rush forward desperately.

Time was running out for them. They had originally hoped to take the entire village with them, but thinking that the elderly would walk slowly, they burned them all alive. However, the younger villagers were also walking slowly. Some even fell seriously ill, forcing them to bury them alive.

He glared fiercely at the villagers, telling the young people not to move if they didn't have to, as they would be the main force of the future work. He also advised the young men not to move, as they would be faster than the other children and women on the road.

There's only one way now: a little girl. If we can catch a little girl, that'll be enough. He glanced around, and soon the lewd-looking man from before understood and rushed over.

Aunt Lin glanced at the two men who had met, and a sense of foreboding suddenly welled up in her heart. "Xiaoling, hurry up and walk forward with me."

However, it was too late for them. They had already fallen behind, and now a long whip had been lashed around their waists. The next second, the two of them were already behind the crowd.

"My lord, my lord, we'll hurry on our way, we'll hurry ahead."

However, the woman's pleas did not elicit even the slightest pity from the two men. In their distress, they had no idea what kind of crisis they were about to face.

"You mean the woman just protected this little girl, right?"

He glanced lightly at the dirty woman, and the next second he had already tossed her aside.

"At this moment, watching the child you're trying to protect die before your eyes must be a very happy thing, right? Don't you think so?"

As the woman's eyes widened in terror, her pleas for mercy turned into coughs, and she could no longer utter a sound.

"Liu Zi, cut off this girl's head, then pass it around in the whole team to show them what happens when someone walks slowly."

This time, the little girl was truly facing death directly. Her legs were trembling uncontrollably, making it impossible for her to escape. Or rather, she never even considered the possibility of escaping.

Her small, slender arms were so tense that she didn't know what to do with them, so she could only hug herself, but this did not bring her any sense of security.

The long knife, raised high, swung down heavily under her terrified and desperate gaze, spurting blood. A grown woman's body then slammed down on her, knocking her to the ground.

Warm, bright red blood splattered on his filthy face. His dazed gaze stared in disbelief at the body that had knocked him down.

"Aunt Lin... Aunt Lin... Aunt Lin..."

A shrill cry came from the girl's mouth, but this failure only enraged the assailant. He kicked away the woman who had blocked his long knife and was about to attack the girl again.

"Xiao...Xiao...Xiaoling...Quick...Run!"

They desperately wanted her to leave, but the girl, already in tears and having lost all hope, had nowhere to run.

"Aunt Lin... Waaah... Aunt Lin... I'm sorry... It's all Xiaoling's fault, I'm so sorry..."

Did she regret it? But what could she regret? Was she sad? Faced with the loss of her last loved one, she suddenly realized that she was truly useless. What good was resentment? What good was hatred? In the end, all of this caused her to lose all her family and all her hope.

"ah...."

The girl's cries did not elicit any restraint or pity from the thugs; instead, they fueled their ferocity and brutality. They raised their long knives high once more, this time facing the girl who was now completely unprotected.

Aunt Lin watched helplessly as her child faced another life-threatening situation, collapsing to the ground with reddened eyes and blood gushing from her mouth, before closing her eyes in despair.

A glint of cold light, a flying blade—death was upon her once more. The girl had completely given up hope and gently closed her eyes. Her lips moved slightly, as if trying to speak.

However, death did not come. She felt warm blood falling on her face again, but this time it wasn't Aunt Lin. When she opened her eyes, she was surprised to see a strong figure holding two swords.

"Finally, I've caught up with you bunch of bastards."

The two swords were forcefully separated, and the lewd man pierced by them was literally split in two. This cruelty, however, did not terrify the girl; instead, it gave her a sense of release from her resentment.

"Oh ho ho, I really didn't expect it to be the head constable of the Six Doors."

Upon seeing Hu Xianyao, the man on horseback nearly bolted. If all the disciples of the Six Doors came, they wouldn't be able to hold them off. However, after calming down a bit, he realized that it was just a constable. With so many of them here, and with that important person present, they certainly wouldn't be afraid of a mere constable.

"Looks like today we can... kill a constable from the Six Doors and make a name for ourselves."

Sensing the other party's fear, Hu Xianyao mockingly brandished his twin swords, pointing them at the man on horseback.

"You bunch of bastards, what kind of skill is it to bully ordinary people? If you're so capable, come and cause trouble for us江湖人士 (jianghu people)."

"Hmph, you think I'm afraid of you?"

As a bandit, this man on horseback had no integrity whatsoever. Before he could finish speaking, he attacked, throwing several flying knives that gleamed with a cold light straight toward Hu Xianyao.

However, the double-blade dance rendered all these attacks ineffective, and Hu Xianyao's blade was now pressed against the man's neck.

"Hmph, is that all? You dare to show your face? Who gave you the courage?"

"M-Uncle...behind you."

Upon hearing the girl's terrified cry, Hu Xianyao suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He quickly abandoned the man and rushed forward instead, but although he was fast, his opponent was not slow either.

The attacker struck first, kicking hard at Hu Xianyao's back. However, Hu Xianyao was a seasoned veteran, and this attack was exactly what he expected. He remained calm and collected, and his twin swords, as if they had eyes, appeared mysteriously behind him, blocking the attack.

"Who are you?"

The attackers were no ordinary bandits; with such skill, they could easily hold a high position within any powerful organization. Why would they associate with such weaklings?

He gently stroked his graying beard and looked at Hu Xianyao in front of him with his old face. "The head constable of the Six Doors, huh? I didn't expect you to find this place."

The aged voice didn't sound like that of an old man who could deliver such a powerful kick. In Hu Xianyao's eyes, the old man seemed like an ordinary person, but the more he thought about it, the more nervous he became.

In this situation, either the other party is a genuine ordinary person, or their cultivation level is so high that he cannot even perceive it.

Has he really bitten off more than he can chew? But he still has to go back and marry his junior sister. Hu Xianyao doesn't want to die here, but given what he's done, he doesn't think the other party will let him off the hook.

Looking at the bandits who had already subtly surrounded him, the old man knew they were no threat, but... Since there was no way to avoid it, it was a matter of the brave prevailing in a narrow encounter. Only one word remained before him: fight.

"Young man, your cultivation is quite good. What a pity, what a pity."

The old man was surrounded by dense true energy. Although it was not as dense as that of the Innate Realm, it had already reached the high level of the Acquired Realm. Hu Xianyao took a deep breath. This was probably the most dangerous time he had ever been in the martial world. If he went forward, there was still a chance of survival. If he retreated, he would surely die.

His grip on the twin swords tightened and loosened repeatedly, his eyes fixed on the old man. He knew that the next attack would be a storm of attacks, a battle for his life.

"A sword comes from the west, a celestial being descends from the heavens."

The voice that came from mid-air, that sharp shout, was like a thunderclap in everyone's ears. They looked up and followed the sound. What they saw was a scene they would never forget.

She drifted freely above the clouds, floating between heaven and earth, like a celestial maiden descending to earth. Even though the long sword in her hand emitted a dazzling cold light, in their eyes, she was just a fairy stepping on stars and descending to the mortal world.

However, the next second, the stars fell and fairies descended to earth, but the bandits and outlaws who had surrounded Hu Xianyao still stood there blankly, motionless.

"This is..." In the blink of an eye, Hu Xianyao noticed something was wrong. On the foreheads of these people, there was a small red mark, like a small plum blossom.

No, it wasn't just those bandits; even the old man, whom he considered incredibly dangerous, had a petal resembling a plum blossom appear on his forehead.

With a light flourish of his sword, Hu Xianyao watched as Ling Xue sheathed her sword. Only then did he realize that what she held was actually a soft sword, which she had tucked into her waistband as a belt.

So, just who is this little girl? She's terrifying! He wouldn't forget the dragon's roar and sword's cry that accompanied her appearance. That level of cultivation and that kind of swordsmanship are beyond the reach of ordinary people. Even Sword Emperor Beigong Ao, Sword God Liu Yeqing, and Sword Immortal Xue Zongming would find it difficult to reach that level.

Main Text: Chapter 158 I Want to Learn Martial Arts

"A sword comes from the west, a celestial being descending from the heavens?" Hu Xianyao looked closely at Ling Xue, who was comforting a little girl who was crying uncontrollably. He had serious doubts about the girl's identity.

This doesn't mean Hu Xianyao thought Lin Xueyi was a bad person, but rather that he began to doubt her identity. There were practically no people in Qingzhou with such swordsmanship, and the Six Doors themselves also had their own intelligence. This kind of swordsmanship had never appeared in the martial arts world before.

Is she another little girl of unknown origin? Her swordsmanship reminded Hu Xianyao of another girl from before, Lin Xueyi, who was known as the youngest Grandmaster. Her Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms also had no traceable origin.

Could these two little girls be related? Actually, it's not entirely Hu Xianyao's fault for not connecting Lin Xueyi and Ling Xue, since one uses palm techniques and the other uses sword techniques.

It's already quite remarkable for someone to reach the pinnacle of a martial art in their lifetime, especially a top-tier martial art like this. To achieve such a level is truly commendable. Who would have thought that the person could be proficient in both palm and sword techniques?

"Waaah, Aunt Lin, you...you mustn't die, I don't want you to die..."

Standing to the side, watching the little girl kneeling on the ground crying her heart out, Lin Xueyi also felt bad. If she had arrived earlier, perhaps this wouldn't have happened.

"Xiaoling, don't... don't cry... Aunt Lin just went to see... see other people... You also need to... take good care of yourself."

Aunt Lin finished speaking with difficulty. In fact, she did not want to leave like this, but she knew her own injuries. The wounds that ran through her body could not be saved.

She persisted, hoping to see this ending, but she still couldn't rest easy about her niece's safety. She was all alone in this world; how could she possibly be at ease?

Silently looking at the woman in front of her, Lin Xueyi sighed softly. She could tell that the child had no family. After thanking her, the free villagers scattered in all directions. Only a few people came to see the girl, but she refused them in the end.

"Aunt Lin, you'll be alright, you'll be alright. Look at this lady and this uncle, they've come to our rescue. You'll be alright."

Unable to face the reality, Aunt Lin had no choice but to confront it helplessly after raising her hand and painfully wiping away the tears on her cheeks with her fingertips.

"Child, live well... for me... and for yourself."

The finger fell heavily, and the sound disappeared. The mournful cry was particularly jarring in this desolate wilderness. Hu Xianyao looked at the crying girl with a slight headache.

For a moment, I didn't know how to persuade her, so I could only place my hopes on another girl. They were the same age, so maybe I could really persuade her.

However, Lin Xueyi was also at a loss. If she knew how to comfort a young girl, she wouldn't have been a single, reclusive guy in the first place. She had absolutely no idea how to begin.

Fortunately, the girl named Xiaoling only cried for a while before sobbing and not continuing. "Thank you for saving me. I...I...I have one more request. Please grant it to me."

An unreasonable request? This seems to have some substance; it's probably about asking him to help bury the deceased woman. That's perfectly reasonable, and both Lin Xueyi and Hu Xianyao think it's normal. There's nothing wrong with it.

However, what she heard was, "Please take me as your disciple. I want to learn martial arts. I don't want to be like this anymore, powerless to help the death of my loved ones. I don't want to be helpless and waiting to die when facing bad people. I want... I want to learn martial arts from you."

A pair of bright eyes looked firmly at Lin Xueyi. She knew that Lin Xueyi was the most skilled among them, and that she was about the same age as Lin Xueyi. Perhaps her martial arts style would suit her.

"Um, are you sure you don't need me to help you bury your loved ones?"

Looking longingly at Aunt Lin's lifeless body, Lin Xiaoling knelt beside her. "I can give Aunt Lin a proper burial. I can do anything, except find a master to teach me cultivation. So please, please take me in."

This... Lin Xueyi wondered if she had been seeing too many apprentices lately. Shouldn't the relationship be one of mutual devotion, instead of the apprenticeship itself? This didn't make sense.

Whether it's scientific or not, Lin Xueyi's head was throbbing. She glanced at Hu Xianyao, who was watching the spectacle with amusement. He was clearly a clueless straight man; she was worried he might never find a partner.

"I... being my apprentice might be very tiring, are you sure?"

"I'm sure, I believe I can do it."

Scratching her head, Lin Xueyi felt that things were really too difficult for her. She had only taken Zhao Yuxuan as her disciple because she thought he was a decent person along the way and that he wouldn't go astray.

But this girl's eyes clearly showed hatred. If we really taught her martial arts, wouldn't she also become a menace to the region?

Of course, some people might say that she was just seeking revenge, but some things are not that simple. A little girl of that age with such intense hatred in her heart is very likely to go to extremes.

If she were to be used by someone, she would truly be heading down a dark path to the end. This is why Lin Xueyi has always hesitated.

"Miss, please take me as your apprentice."

The girl's voice, clear yet tinged with pleading, made it impossible for Lin Xueyi to harden her heart and refuse her. Or rather, deep down, she knew from the beginning that she couldn't refuse this girl's request.

All she was thinking about was finding an excuse, an excuse that would make her feel comfortable accepting her.

"I... I will not take you as my disciple, but you can stay by my side, and I will teach you some self-defense martial arts."

The first half of the sentence chilled Xiaoling to the bone, but the second half gave her a feeling of excitement, like seeing the moon through the clouds.

"Thank you, miss. I will take good care of you and work hard."

She sighed softly, "Uncle Hu, you've been watching the show for quite a while now, so why don't you pull out a little gift?"