The martial arts world is a pit

"A Pitfall in the Martial World" by Tu Xiang [Completed + Extra Chapters]

The world is a dangerous place

The sky was clear and blue, and wildflowers bloomed everywhere.

Li Feiqing walked briskly, her mood as bright as the spring scenery along the way.

This is her first time going down the mountain alone after mastering her skills. She should definitely make good use of her experience in the martial arts world and hopefully make a name for herself so that her fellow disciples will stop gossiping.

Thinking of what her senior brother had said, "If she doesn't go out and learn from her mistakes, she'll never change her arrogant and ignorant nature." Even though she knew it was just his way of persuading their master, Li Feiqing couldn't help but purse her lips.

Recalling how she was still sulking about those words even after her senior brother escorted her to the foot of the mountain, and how he smiled, took off his sword, tied it behind her back, and patted her head while gently admonishing her, Li Feiqing's lips curled up again, and she couldn't help but grip the sword hilt with her other hand.

She had coveted this Gathering Shadow Sword since she was nine. That year, her eldest brother had just turned eighteen, and when their master bestowed the sword upon him, she cried and insisted on having an identical one. Her eldest brother held her on his lap, wiped away her tears, and gently comforted her, saying he would give her the sword when she grew up. She remembered how she had sobbed and whine, "When Qing'er grows up, I want to marry my eldest brother and be his wife." Only when she saw her eldest brother nod helplessly did she stop crying and smile.

Unexpectedly, her senior brother still remembered. Li Feiqing felt a flush on her face, but a sweet feeling in her heart.

As they were walking, they suddenly heard the sound of drums and music ahead. It was a wedding procession coming towards them, playing music all the way.

Li Feiqing stopped by the roadside, making way for the wedding procession. Amidst the crowd, she saw the groom, dressed in auspicious attire, riding a horse. He was handsome, but his face was listless and devoid of any joy. Just as Li Feiqing was wondering what was going on, she heard the sound of hooves again, and more than ten riders galloped in. The leader, a middle-aged man, shouted, "Mingyu, is that you?"

The groom's expression changed. The newcomer had already arrived, reined in his horse, and neighed loudly, blocking the wedding procession. The middle-aged man's face was as cold as ice as he stared at the groom and roared, "You little beast, haven't you embarrassed yourself enough? Come back with me now!"

A woman dressed as a matchmaker hurriedly stepped forward, smiling as she advised, "Sir, this is not your fault. As the saying goes, it's better to tear down ten temples than to break up one marriage—"

Before she could finish speaking, a scream rang out as the middle-aged man struck her in the chest, and she was clearly dead. The wedding procession erupted into chaos, with everyone shouting, "Someone's been killed! Bandits are trying to abduct the bride!" and attempting to scatter and flee. The middle-aged man coldly said, "Surround them all. Don't leave a single one alive."

Li Feiqing was furious and was about to shout to stop them when she heard a delicate voice from inside the bridal sedan chair: "Yu Lang, what's going on outside? Who's here?"

The groom's face was ashen. He turned back to the sedan chair and softly comforted her, "It's nothing, don't worry." Then he turned back, his voice trembling slightly, "Uncle-Master, Miss Lou Yan and I are truly in love. I hope you will grant us your blessing."

The middle-aged man laughed angrily: "Are you trying to tell me that you're determined to marry a courtesan?"

The groom lowered his eyelids and stammered, "You...you should leave as soon as possible, I beg you!"

The middle-aged man's face grew even more grim. He stretched out his left hand, and a disciple immediately stepped forward and handed him a long sword. Without even glancing at it, he flicked his finger at the scabbard, and the sword flew out of its sheath, landing about a foot in front of the groom, its tip pointing downwards as it plunged into the ground. He said sternly, "Either kill this woman immediately and come back with me, and I will plead with your father on her behalf; or draw your sword and fight me, and our uncle-nephew relationship will end here!"

The groom, Mingyu, lowered his head and remained silent as he dismounted and slowly approached. The sword, planted in the ground, still trembled slightly. Sunlight streamed down, making his face appear even more unpredictable. Suddenly, a ruthless glint flashed across his face, and Mingyu finally raised his head, gritting his teeth as he said, "Uncle-Master, please forgive your unworthy disciple."

A flash of cold light. To everyone's surprise, Ming Yu's sword turned and pierced straight into the bridal sedan chair.

Mingyu thrust out his sword, his face turning ashen. He murmured, "Louyan, I'm sorry. I hope you can forgive me this time, considering our past relationship."

Li Feiqing finally couldn't help but sneer: "So heartless and fickle, yet still putting on a show..." As soon as she said this, the middle-aged man and the disciples around him turned around and glared angrily. Li Feiqing reached for the hilt of her sword, thinking to herself: "Judging from the way these people act, they are definitely not good people. If a fight breaks out, Master shouldn't blame me for causing trouble."

Suddenly, a woman's voice rang out softly, as if sighing or muttering to herself: "Indeed, such a heartless woman deserves to die." The voice came from inside the bridal sedan chair, delicate and sweet, and sounded like the Lou Yan girl who had spoken earlier. As soon as she finished speaking, the sedan chair curtain was lifted, and a red figure swayed, revealing a woman in wedding attire standing gracefully before everyone.

This young lady, Lou Yan, had delicate features and a slender figure, possessing a captivating beauty. Her watery eyes swept over the crowd, but lingered on Li Feiqing's face for a moment longer. Her expression was calm and indifferent as she softly said, "Even this young lady can see how much you care for me, yet I still hope to grow old with you. Yu Lang, will you secretly laugh at my foolishness?"

Mingyu bit his lip and remained silent. Lou Yan ignored him and turned to the middle-aged man: "Senior Xing Nachuan of the Kongtong Sect, if you are afraid of tarnishing your sect's reputation, it is fine if you want to kill me alone, but why do you also want to kill the entire wedding procession without leaving a single witness? Your heart is truly vicious."

Xing Nachuan snorted, a suspicion creeping into his mind: "Why does this courtesan speak with the air of a martial arts expert? Could it be that she..." Before he could ponder further, Ming Yu cried out urgently, "Uncle-Master, be careful!" He leaped backward, feeling a chill on his chest as a sharp weapon slashed across him. Fortunately, his skill was profound, and his reaction was swift, allowing him to avoid a fatal blow. Even so, he was severely injured. In his shock and anger, Xing Nachuan saw Lou Yan's figure, like a red cloud, weaving and darting among the Kongtong disciples. In a short while, the ground was littered with corpses.

Lou Yan held her curved sword, calmly looking at Xing Nachuan, who was panting and clutching his chest, and smiled slightly: "Since Senior Xing wishes to leave no one behind, then this humble woman will grant your wish, so that you will not be too lonely on your journey to the Yellow Springs."

Xing Nachuan gradually felt difficulty breathing, and the numbness in his chest spread to his throat and tongue, rendering him unable to utter a single word. In his final moments, he desperately widened his eyes, as if he couldn't believe he would die at the hands of this courtesan before him.

"Uncle-Master!" Ming Yu rushed forward, but upon seeing Xing Nachuan's bluish-black corpse, he dared not touch it. He turned to Lou Yan, no longer concealing the resentment in his eyes: "How cruel you are! You poisoned me to force me into marriage first, and then hid a poisoned weapon in my wedding dress!"

Lou Yan chuckled, "Not only that, even your martial uncle's arrival today was due to the news I spread." Ignoring Ming Yu's shock and anger, she continued leisurely, "You, the only beloved son of the dignified Kongtong Sect Leader, lied and claimed to be a down-on-his-luck scholar, eloping with Lou Yan. After winning the beauty's heart, you ran away, boasting of it as a romantic affair, but you didn't expect the disaster that would befall you today, did you?"

Mingyu gave a bitter smile: "Who exactly are you, and why are you impersonating Lou Yan to deal with my Kongtong Sect?"

Lou Yan raised her eyebrows, and with a flick of her sleeve, a beam of emerald light shot out, striking his chest and instantly igniting into a raging fire. Amidst Ming Yu's screams, he was reduced to ashes.

Lou Yan's face was cold and stern. She took out a small jar and murmured, "At least you were able to discover that I was an imposter before you died. It's not a waste of Lou Yan's feelings for you." With that, she stepped forward, put Ming Yu's ashes into the jar, and then prepared to leave.

Li Feiqing hurriedly called out, "Please wait, young lady!" Lou Yan turned around, her gaze falling on the sword hilt protruding from behind Li Feiqing, and suddenly smiled, "Are you a disciple of the Shadow Mountain Sect?"

Li Feiqing nodded blankly, and Lou Yan smiled and said, "Little girl, the world is dangerous. Don't meddle in other people's business anymore, lest you get yourself killed." After saying that, she lightly touched the ground with her toes and leaped several feet away, disappearing into the distance in no time.

Li Feiqing had a bellyful of questions but couldn't ask them, which made her feel a little frustrated. But then she thought that she had encountered such strange people and events as soon as she came down the mountain, which meant that the martial arts world was really as strange and interesting as her senior brothers had described. She was overjoyed and muttered to herself, "It is indeed dangerous. Hehe, the more dangerous and evil it is, the more fun it is."

Just as he was feeling smug, a pleasant voice suddenly rang in his ears: "I'm afraid you wouldn't think that way if you were actually in the situation."

Li Feiqing turned her head in surprise and saw a white-robed man standing quietly behind her, about ten feet away, with a playful smile on his lips, looking her over.

The man was around twenty years old, tall and elegant, with eyes as bright as stars. Seeing Li Feiqing turn around, he smiled at her. Li Feiqing narrowed her eyes slightly, thinking to herself, "So there are so many handsome men in the martial world."

The man in white robes bowed respectfully and said with a smile, "My name is Murong Wuhen. May I ask your name, young lady?"

Li Feiqing blinked. "Third Senior Brother said that young ladies shouldn't casually tell men thei

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