My transformation into a beautiful girl started with a hemorrhage.

If you are not born into a good family and are just an ordinary person with nothing, then you can only diligently practice external martial arts for decades until you reach the level of "Transformation of Qi," and experience countless life-and-death situations to break through your own potential. With a bit of luck, you might be able to successfully comprehend the feeling of "Qi" and become a third-rate master.

However, by then you would be several decades old, your meridians would have passed the period when they were most easily molded, they would have aged, and your dantian would have shrunk considerably.

Furthermore, without any internal energy cultivation methods, one can only rely on intuition to circulate internal energy and instinctively refine qi into power, which is incredibly slow. And to obtain even the worst internal energy cultivation method, one must work as a laborer and risk one's life in a major sect or aristocratic family.

A third-rate expert is your limit.

However, if you are born into a good family, you are destined to stand at the end of the line for the aforementioned people from the moment you are born.

Before you turn ten, you can soak in precious medicinal baths that cost hundreds of taels of silver every day. After the bath, a master who is a top-tier expert (one who is not reincarnated) will spend a day refining his internal energy and inject it into your meridians to help you sense the flow of Qi.

Someone like you could almost certainly become a third-rate expert before the age of ten.

It was because Hui learned from Ji Dachuan how difficult it was to learn martial arts that she gave up the idea of ​​practicing martial arts.

Hui's body is already 14 years old, missing the optimal time for sensing Qi and shaping her meridians. It's not that Hui's path to martial arts is cut off, but at this age, the price to pay for practicing martial arts is very high. Sects wouldn't want Hui, and aristocratic families would be even less willing.

This is also why Hui wanted to buy this seemingly incredibly realistic manual.

Hui also fantasized about buying it, studying it carefully, and then truly becoming a master, experiencing the thrill of crossing the river on a single reed and leaving no trace in the snow.

"Can you make it cheaper?" Hui Gang said.

Upon hearing this, some of the other diners on the second floor who had been watching the scene burst out laughing.

"Qin Erzhu, you're talking nonsense again. This time you even swindled money from a young girl. Aren't you ashamed!"

Qin Jiuxian got anxious upon hearing this, slammed his hand on the table, and said, "I'm not lying! My secret manual is real, a genuine ancestral heirloom."

The man laughed again: "But you just sold a copy the day before yesterday, how come you still have some today?"

Qin Jiuxian was momentarily speechless, but still forced himself to say, "This... a great era is about to begin, and a martial arts prodigy, one in a thousand years, will be born to meet this calamity. My ancestors were peerless masters who sensed this long ago, so they specially prepared several identical manuals, waiting for the right person to claim them!"

Upon hearing this, the people around burst into laughter.

Hearing the comments from those around her, Hui realized it was a scam and immediately gave up the idea of ​​buying it. After all, her money didn't grow on trees, and she couldn't afford to waste it like that.

Just as Hui was about to refuse, a commotion arose from the street outside the restaurant.

"Everyone come quick! Martial arts masters are about to duel!"

"What? No, no!"

"Let me see!"

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The group went to the windows on the second floor of the restaurant to look at the street, instantly forgetting about Qin Jiuxian.

Hui also put the matter of the secret manual out of her mind, took a seat by the window, and became a bystander.

The street, which was originally bustling with people, was as if it had been cut off, leaving a large empty space.

There were only two people standing facing each other on the open ground, about eight meters apart. One held a knife, and the other held a sword. Both the knife and the sword were drawn, and even from a distance, the cold glint of their blades gave Hui a feeling of being cut.

The man with the knife was tall and rugged-looking, but unlike Ji Dachuan, his skin was dark and rough, and his eyes were narrow and had a sickly yellow tinge, making him unappealing to look at for long. He lacked Ji Dachuan's bold and unrestrained temperament. Judging from his attire of Hu clothing, he was likely a Hu person.

The other person had a well-proportioned figure, distinct facial features, and was dressed in a traditional Chinese ink-wash style outfit, resembling a young swordsman.

Everyone around them retreated twenty or thirty meters away, and no one dared to try to break up the fight.

The atmosphere was tense, and those around them could feel the tension, so their voices gradually quieted down.

They were terrified that their voices would become the reason for being killed out of anger.

When Hui saw the person wielding the sword, a scene immediately flashed through her mind: 'Isn't this the brother and sister I met at the Yuelai Inn last night?'

Sure enough, Hui spotted her junior sister at the very back of the crowd behind the young man.

At this moment, his junior sister was comforting a crying woman. Hui was too far away to see the woman's face clearly, but judging from her figure, she was definitely an S-cup.

In the midst of the scene, the Hu man began to speak: "Pretty boy, if you leave your junior sister and that woman here to serve me for one night, and then kneel down and kowtow to me three times, then it will be as if your offense never happened."

Otherwise, my Nine-Ringed Blade of the Wind-Splashing Sword would be driven mad with thirst for human blood.

Upon hearing this, the young swordsman laughed in anger: "Haha! You scoundrel who came from who-knows-where, I don't know who gave you the audacity to make advances on innocent women on the streets of my Xia Kingdom's capital. Not only did you not repent after I stopped you, but you still dare to be so arrogant. Today, as the current successor of Qingfeng Manor, I will act on behalf of Heaven and restore a bright and just world to this place."

Upon hearing this, the burly man's face turned furious, and he roared, "Die!"

Without wasting any words, he charged straight at the young swordsman and slashed vertically with his sword.

The young swordsman smiled disdainfully, channeling his inner strength into his sword to block the opponent's attack.

The blades of a knife and a sword clashed.

Hui thought she would hear a crisp sound, just like she had seen in TV dramas in her previous life, but... the moment the two collided!

Clang!

A loud bang made Hui's ears go numb, and he felt that the surrounding gongs and drums were deafening.

The sound was like that of a hydraulic breaker from my past life, the kind of machine that uses pressure provided by excavators, loaders, or pump stations to efficiently break rocks and stones during construction.

Before one sound was finished, another rang out.

Clang clang clang clang—! !!!

Hui could only see their main bodies moving at high speed, but she couldn't see their hand movements at all. All she could see were afterimages of blades flashing through the air, and strings of sparks dancing in the air like fireworks.

"This is martial arts! This is internal strength!" Hui was greatly stimulated. The martial arts fights in TV dramas in her previous life were simply an insult to martial arts. The scene on site completely surpassed any so-called blockbuster special effects in her previous life.

Meanwhile, in a private room of a three-story restaurant a few hundred meters away from the crowd.

A man and a woman were watching the duel several hundred meters away; the distance seemed to have no effect on their vision.

The man was dressed in white, his long hair simply tied up. He spoke and smiled, like a handsome young gentleman in white amidst the turbid world, with exceptionally elegant demeanor and a cheerful, refined air.

The woman was also an extremely beautiful woman, with a fair and delicate face, flawless skin, exquisite features, clear and deep black eyes, and long, black hair tied up. She wore a light blue dress and a light blue pomegranate skirt, with a pink belt around her waist, which accentuated her slender figure. She had a delicate and elegant air about her, exuding a fresh, beautiful, and extremely elegant aura.

The man tilted his head and asked the woman, "Fairy Lingwu, who do you think will be the last one alive?"

Fairy Lingwu smiled slightly and said, "Both of them are at the initial stage of the second level, and their internal energy reserves and releases are about the same."

However, the foreigner seemed to be using deadly moves, making it difficult for the other person to breathe; but his moves were simple, with only seven styles, clearly indicating that he was a self-taught practitioner.

On the other hand, if I'm not mistaken, it's the Wanhua Thirteen Swords of Qingfeng Manor. The Wanhua Thirteen Swords is known for its continuous and enduring power, and its sword moves are quite conventional.

However, it was perfectly countered by the wild and unorthodox swordsmanship of the foreigners.

Furthermore, both of them were only at the initial second-tier level, and their internal energy reserves were already limited. With that barbarian recklessly squandering his internal energy, he would likely soon be exhausted, at which point the situation would reverse.

Therefore, the person from Qingfeng Manor is bound to win.

Upon hearing this, the Sword Master smiled and said, "My opinion is exactly the opposite. I believe that barbarian will win."

Chapter 184 Devouring

Lingwu Fairy Qianchuanxue was taken aback and looked at Leng Yichen, the Holy Son of the Xuantian Sect of Tianwu Peak, one of the eight major sects, with a puzzled expression. Leng Yichen was also known in the martial arts world as the Sword Master.

She knew he was pursuing her, and although she felt nothing for him, she didn't reject his advances.

As the Holy Maiden of Shuiyueyuan, one of the eight major sects, she appears noble, elegant, and inviolable to outsiders.

However, like the previous Holy Maidens, her responsibility as a Holy Maiden was to marry this peerless genius of the younger generation.

This is Shuiyueyuan's way of surviving in this world; otherwise, a sect composed entirely of women would attract too much covetousness.

Ultimately, this world belongs to men.

Qian Chuanxue is now testing whether Leng Yichen has the potential to become a Grandmaster by the age of thirty.

Seeing the questioning look in the beauty's eyes, Leng Yichen felt quite pleased and continued to keep her in suspense, saying, "You'll find out as you watch."

The situation on the scene has reached a fever pitch.

The burly Hu man seemed to have accepted the truth that one should strike while the iron is hot, but then lose momentum and eventually be exhausted. He wanted to kill his opponent in one fell swoop.

His fighting style is aggressive; he doesn't defend against attacks unless they are vital, and he adopts a strategy of trading blows to quickly end the fight—it's very simple.

However, the young swordsman clearly knew the other party's purpose, so despite feeling very frustrated, he stubbornly relied on the powerful and continuous power of the Thirteen Swords of Wanhua to fight a protracted battle with the other party, waiting for the other party to exhaust his strength before killing him.

as predicted,

Now, after the burly Hu man slashed horizontally with his sword, his strength suddenly lessened, his momentum plummeted, and he was already red-faced and panting heavily.

The young swordsman saw that his opponent had exhausted his inner strength and had repeated his trashy sword technique of only seven moves twenty-nine times. Now his opponent was finally exhausted!

"You're at your wit's end. The next move will surely kill you!"

The young swordsman pressed his advantage, still using the moves of the Thirteen Swords of Anhui, fiercely thrusting his sword at the opponent's neck with all his might.

The burly man first showed a look of terror on his face, as if he had encountered the fear of death.

He was about to die in the next second.

But at that moment,

The burly man, however, revealed a triumphant smile, and instead of retreating, he advanced.

"Not good!" The young hero exclaimed in surprise and was about to sheathe his sword to defend himself.

But the big man's slash was faster than anyone could imagine. The young hero's eyes were bloodshot as he frantically tried to see the trajectory of the blade.

However, it was too fast. This strike was too fast. Not only was the blade fast, but the man was also fast. It was a complete reversal of the big man's previous wide and sweeping swordsmanship. The blade formed a streak of light in the air, and the young hero's body barely had time to react. But it was too late to retreat or defend.

puff!

"Fast, too fast! So you're Swift Blade!"

This was the young hero's final thought.

With a flash of the blade, the young hero's entire body was sliced ​​in two from the chest.

Blood and entrails were scattered all over the ground, emitting a pungent, bloody odor.

"Zhilang!" A mournful cry rang out as the young hero's junior sister used her lightness skill to reach the two halves of the corpse.

The girl seemed to be overwhelmed with grief; she didn't know whether to hug the young hero's lower body, which made up the majority of his body, or his upper body, which still had a head.

Hesitant...

"I'll kill you!" The girl snapped out of her daze and drew her sword to attack the burly man.

At this point, the burly Hu man was truly exhausted.

Just then, the sword was about to pierce the big man's chest.