Outside Maple Bridge Town. Apricot Blossom Village. "Hey, isn't this Young Master Su? Back from a long journey?" In a simple bamboo shed by the roadside, a waiter tossed the towel in his hand over his shoulder. Su Baiyi, who was carrying a bookcase, had just appeared at the entrance of the village when he heard the waiter's call. He immediately leaped a few times and landed next to the bamboo shed, laughing, "That's right. I've been away for more than ten days, and I'm dying to have some of your apricot blossom wine. Hurry up and bring me a pot, and a portion of braised donkey meat. Pack another portion for me to take to my master." "Sure thing. Wait a moment." The waiter responded with a smile. Su Baiyi found a seat in the corner. He had been travelling non-stop for the past few days, afraid that the woman with the amazing martial arts skills would catch up to him. After all, her words "We will meet again" were quite frightening. Now that he had set foot in Apricot Blossom Village, Su Baiyi finally let out a sigh of relief. He put his bookcase aside, took out the scroll wrapped in cowhide paper, took a deep breath, and unwrapped it. Inside, it was not a complete book, but merely a few pages of a fragmented manuscript. Su Baiyi picked them up and counted, “One page, two pages, three pages—only three pages of fragments to practice with, no wonder he ended up training himself into a wreck.” "What is…

"The Academy?" Su Baiyi, inside the carriage, heard the commotion outside and glanced at the young man in green before him. "Why would people from the Academy come here...?" The young man in green showed a trace of uneasiness in his eyes. He grabbed Su Baiyi's hand and squeezed out two words from his throat, "Take...me..." "Take you away, take you away, of course I will. I have not only promised my master, but also that girl. Master said that I can ignore his words, but I absolutely can't lie to girls, especially pretty ones." Su Baiyi lifted the young man in green on his back and said to him, "I'll take advantage of the chaos and rush out from the back. You hold on tight." "Okay." The young man in green gasped heavily. Outside the carriage, the guard who had fallen to the ground got up and took off his straw coat. The remaining three guards also jumped off their horses and surrounded Feng Zuojun. "Four people together, not bad, not bad." Facing four opponents at once, Feng Zuojun was not afraid at all. On the contrary, he felt…excited! "Don't go too far." The woman in the carriage reminded him. "Don't worry, senior sister. The people from the four big families are all trash. You can tell by looking at Xie Yuling, he's no match for me." Feng Zuojun waved his bamboo sword and charged at one of the guards. Su Baiyi, who was in the carriage, heard the sound of fighting outside and smiled. "Now is the time."…

Seven years ago. Twilight City It was the rainy season in the south, and it had been raining for nine days straight. The mist was thick, the air was humid, and the whole city seemed to fall into a fairyland, looking ethereal and dreamy. Today’s rain, however, was different – no longer a silky drizzle, but a torrential downpour, pounding against the eaves with a loud sound. Under the eaves of a pharmacy at the entrance of Orange Blossom Alley, a woman in plain clothes looked at the sky. She appeared to be no more than twenty years old, her features delicate yet worn with a touch of sorrow. She stared blankly at the curtain of rain, lost in thought. After a long while, she murmured softly to herself. “What a heavy rain.” But her voice overlapped with another voice. Startled, the woman quickly turned her head, only to find a scholar in white standing next to her. The scholar looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, with a long sword at his waist and a bookcase on his back. He seemed to have just taken shelter under this eave, and was wiping the rain off his face with his hand. “Who are you?” The woman asked in surprise. The scholar wiped the rain from his face and turned to the woman with a gentle smile. “Greetings, miss. My name is Su Baiyi.” The woman was stunned, and the rain suddenly became lighter at this moment. She could not detect any hostility in the scholar’s gentle smile, and…

"Xie San is going up the mountain!" "Xie San is going up the mountain!" "Xie San is going up the mountain!" It was still early morning, and the shouts echoed one after another in the forest, startling the birds and beasts that lived there. They also made the experts from various sects who were hiding at the foot of the mountain wonder and come out of their tents. "Xie San dares to go up the mountain!" "How can he actually dare to go up the mountain!" "But he did go up the mountain, before you and me." A young man in red clothes, with a cold face, ignored the shouts and walked slowly up the stone steps in the mountain. He was not in a hurry, nor was he rude. He was polite and courteous, but to others, every step he took seemed to challenge the authority of the whole martial world. On another peak shrouded in clouds and mist, a Taoist boy wiped his eyes gently. "What's wrong?" The tall Taoist next to him scratched his head. "Xie San is all alone." The boy's voice was sad. The tall Taoist, master of The Way of Heaven, looked at the young man walking on the mountain path and said slowly, “Yes, all his friends are dead. How can he not be lonely? So I’m also curious. Xie San’s going up the mountain this time, is it for revenge, or for death?” And Xie San just walked silently like this. Sometimes he would stop and drink some water, sometimes he would…