The deputy leader of the Beggar Clan died in the Beggar Clan's headquarters, killed by his own unique skill, causing a huge stir in the martial arts world. Qiao Feng, enraged and indignant, personally investigated the matter, but nobody noticed Kang Min, her ambition fueled by Hua Wu Que, subtly gathering support from Ma Da Yuan's old followers within the Beggar Clan, observing those with ambition within the clan.
Recently, another major incident happened in the martial arts world! The young head of the Fuwei Escort Agency secretly took on a mission against his parents' wishes, but he encountered a hot potato and was pursued by unknown assailants all the way. Luckily, a mysterious person rescued him each time he was in danger. After much hardship, he finally arrived at the Han Mansion, only to discover a terrifying sight upon opening his package: the severed head of Han Xun's son. Han Xun fainted on the spot, while Lin Ping Zhi had never seen such a scene and could not explain himself. The Han family members were about to capture him, when a figure suddenly dashed in from outside, grabbed Lin Ping Zhi and tossed him out. Lin Ping Zhi, afraid to linger, immediately fled.
Lin Ping Zhi, flustered, ran to the edge of a mountain. He turned around to look, and seeing no pursuers, he collapsed onto the ground, wiping the sweat from his forehead. He regained his senses and finally understood what had happened. His thoughts were in disarray, and he didn't know what to do.
Hua Wu Que, bewildered, watched Lin Ping Zhi below. He was taking a rest in the trees when he felt someone approaching, so he hid. He saw the boy running here in a panic, like he was fleeing for his life, and then he sat down on the ground and started to daydream.
"Could this boy be a fellow traveler of mine, someone who got caught in the crossfire of my attempt to take a flower?" He was thinking this when he saw a figure rushing over, carrying several bundles in their hands and a long bundle on their back, moving with ease. He realized they were a master.
The figure stopped before Lin Ping Zhi, their whole body concealed beneath a black robe. They wore a straw hat, and a black veil shrouded them from head to toe, making it impossible to discern their gender.
Lin Ping Zhi, seeing this person, became furious. He charged toward the stranger, shouting, "I, Lin Ping Zhi, have no grievance with you. Why would you do this to me?!" He lunged at the strange person, but was knocked back with a wave of their hand.
The strange person, not angered, coldly said, "Strange. You're an escort, I'm the client. The silver is all accounted for. How could I be harming you?"
Lin Ping Zhi, hearing the person's sophistry, became even angrier. Seeing his reaction, the strange person remained unmoved, continuing, "Besides, I didn't force you to take the mission. You did it willingly. I rescued you multiple times along the way, and you repay me with hostility?"
Lin Ping Zhi knew he wasn't a match, but still stubbornly crawled to his feet, gritting his teeth, "I was naive and fell for your trick, but it was indeed my own choice to take the mission. Now that I've delivered it successfully, we're even. From now on, we have no connection. Farewell."
The strange person didn't stop him and allowed him to stagger away.
After a while, the strange person could be heard shouting, "Friend, you've been watching for so long. Why not come out? Let's meet face to face."
Hua Wu Que was startled, thinking he had been discovered. He was about to reveal himself, but suddenly, several figures flashed in from the forest and surrounded the strange person. The leader, pale-faced with deep-set eyes, looked like a ghost as he said to the stranger, "Hehehe, I didn't expect that Huang Dong, that dead wretch, still has descendants. Well? Will you let us do the deed, or will you hand over the Heavenly Demon Lute obediently?"
Next to him, a plump old man in a crimson robe chuckled, "Not bad, not bad. We're all righteous members of the martial arts. I, Old Ancestor of Fiery Flame, always keep my word. You hand over that harmful Heavenly Demon Lute to me for safekeeping, so that it won't harm the martial arts world. I'll take you in as my disciple. How about that?"
The woman in green, beside them, fiercely glared at them and raised her whip, frowning, "You two, stop your chattering. Take this person down quickly. We'll discuss the Heavenly Demon Lute later. If we delay any longer, there might be an accident."
The strange person, surrounded, scanned the three of them with their gaze, as if trying to engrave their appearance in their mind. Seeing that they didn't respond, Old Ancestor of Fiery Flame and Ghost Saint exchanged glances and suddenly attacked. The woman with the whip simultaneously threw a handful of hidden weapons from a distance, blocking the strange person's path.
The strange person remained calm and collected. They countered the attacks of the two, then dodged the hidden weapons. The four of them fought in a tangled mess.
The strange person was outnumbered, and for a moment, they weren't careful enough and were grabbed by Old Ancestor of Fiery Flame, holding their robes. Seeing this, Ghost Saint was overjoyed and immediately launched a deadly strike, aiming to take the stranger's life.
Seeing this, the strange person suddenly tore off their robe, spun around, and darted backward. Their black clothing, under the combined force of the three, shattered into pieces and floated down in the air.
They stood still, slowly removed their straw hat, revealing a woman with a remarkably strong and masculine build. She stood tall, wearing a hero's crown and dressed in male attire. Her figure was obscured, but her face was resolute and handsome, with long, narrow eyes. The most striking feature was her pair of sword-like eyebrows, a rare sight among women, that made people fall in love at first sight.
Hua Wu Que, seeing this stunning beauty, cried out in his heart, "Oh my god, oh my god! My luck this lifetime is truly incredible! I just need a little rest, and such a beauty falls from the sky. This woman's beauty is not uncommon, but her temperament is extremely rare. Her heroic spirit! If I could bring her to my bed and savor her slowly, it would be a great pleasure in life!"