Beggar Travels the World

The Beggar's Journey

She was the most talented woman in the world, but she was caught up in the bloody world of martial arts, suffered the annihilation of her entire family, was poisoned, and had to beg for a living.

He is a martial arts arbitrator, bearing the heavy expectations of his family. While investigating the massacre at the Yin family mansion, he encounters a mysterious little beggar.

That's right, the one in the green robe is definitely the destined beauty of the young master in green robes!

What secrets lie hidden behind the absolute beauty of Qingyi? And how can the most talented woman in the world rise from the mud?

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Yun Ge's grand competition was a challenge for the woman in blue.

Chang'an Avenue.

In peaceful times, people are prosperous and the atmosphere is filled with singing and dancing. The capital city is the most prosperous city in the world, and there are countless extraordinary people and events. Although the people of the capital are not as wealthy as those in the south or as fierce as those in the north, they have a broad vision and extensive knowledge. Ordinary festivities are unlikely to attract crowds.

However, this event today caused hundreds of thousands of households in the capital to spread the news and marvel at it. In a single day, Yunge, the premier restaurant on Chang'an Street, was surrounded by a huge crowd, which even alarmed the Prefect of the Capital, who specially dispatched two hundred soldiers to maintain order.

The Cloud Pavilion was a melting pot of people, including the most renowned scholars and literati, young talents from various factions in the martial arts world, famous heroines and heiresses, and even nobles and princes in disguise. Of course, some ordinary people who had nothing better to do also squeezed in a good spot out of curiosity to join in the fun.

Everyone craned their necks to look at the center of the main hall of Yunge, wishing their parents had made them a few inches taller. No one noticed that a most inconspicuous gray figure was mixed in with the crowd, trying its best to part the sea of people and try to carve out a path through the forest of thighs to the bustling center.

Upon closer inspection, the gray figure turned out to be a filthy little beggar. He wore a small, indistinguishable hat at a jaunty angle, and his face was a complete mess of dirt. Judging from his build, he appeared to be around twelve years old. Perhaps driven by boundless curiosity, this little beggar had taken advantage of the entire city's attention being focused on the hall to climb the cloud-shaped pavilion and peek into the commotion. His agility and small stature allowed him to quickly squeeze into the center of the crowd.

Having passed under the feet of thousands of people, the little beggar finally broke through the last barrier. He eagerly raised his head, and the scene that came into view immediately shocked him, making him feel like a dull gray fossil.

Four refined scholars, their faces like jade, stood in the hall, their faces ashen, like defeated roosters. They should have been chatting and laughing, discussing poetry and literature. Facing a small table, behind which stood two beautiful maidservants, each holding an exquisite jade fan, seemingly casually fanning the fragrant tea in a snow-white porcelain cup on the table. The steam rose slowly, dissipating, as if unrelated to the tense atmosphere.

So, what left the little beggar and all the onlookers dumbfounded were these four scholars? The two maids? Xiangming?

Of course not.

The person everyone was focused on suddenly sighed softly, gracefully rose from beside the small table, and extended her jade-like feet, embroidered with expensive gold thread shoes. She took two slow, deliberate steps forward, and that sigh, those delicate steps, every movement, made everyone present gasp. However, the words that followed left everyone speechless.

"In this vast world, there is not a single person who can match my poem. There are thousands of people in the world who call themselves talented, but they are all just empty words."

The four scholars' faces turned from green to white, then back to green, but they couldn't find any words to refute this arrogant statement.

The woman before me was dressed in exquisite finery, exuding elegance and nobility. She possessed an imposing presence even without anger. Her cloud-like black hair was half-gathered, half-loose, adorned with a jade-carved dragon and gold hairpin. Her bearing surpassed even that of a woman adorned with a phoenix coronet and wedding robes. A soft yellow veil covered her face, revealing only two slender phoenix eyes that shone with a sharp light, obscuring her true features. As she spoke, the veil fluttered gently with her breath, further enhancing her mysterious and noble air.

No wonder the little beggar was stunned.

After a moment of heavy silence, one of the scholars finally managed to speak: "I have long heard that Miss Yin is exceptionally talented, surpassing even men. Meeting her today, I know that the rumors are true. She truly deserves to be called the most talented woman in the world. I am convinced."

Miss Yin chuckled lightly, but her eyes didn't even flinch: "So it's the newly appointed top scholar, Lord Deng Qinghui. No wonder you have such a magnanimous heart. However, this matter cannot be settled so easily with just a simple 'I'm convinced' from you, Lord Deng."

Upon hearing this, Deng Qinghui was momentarily speechless, and a hint of annoyance flashed across his refined face. However, he quickly suppressed his dissatisfaction and still said politely, "Miss Yin, isn't the purpose of today's Yunge Poetry Competition to make me bow my head and admit defeat? I am willing to admit defeat, so please stop here, Miss Yin."

Miss Yin laughed again: "Is Lord Deng implying that I'm being too greedy?"

Deng Qinghui hurriedly said, "I did not mean that, Miss Yin has misunderstood."

"Misunderstanding?" Miss Yin snorted coldly, her expression suddenly changing. "The day the top scholar gathered all the scholars in the land to humiliate my sister Mansi, is that considered a misunderstanding? Women are ignorant and don't understand the ways of refinement, is that considered a misunderstanding? Although my sister Mansi disguised herself as a man and became the second-ranked scholar, she did so based on her true talent and learning, which is recognized by the current emperor. Yet you bunch of pedantic scholars forced her to abandon her official post and leave the capital, wandering outside. Is that considered a misunderstanding?"

"This..." Deng Qinghui was speechless, secretly terrified. So this was the reason she set up the Cloud Pavilion challenge today!

This young lady, named Yin Wuxiao, possessed a gentle yet strong character. She could compose poetry at three and prose at seven. At twelve, her poem, chosen as a topic for the imperial examination, caught the eye of the prime minister, who was astonished by its brilliance and hailed her as the foremost female talent. By the time she reached marriageable age, her poetic fame had spread throughout the capital, and aspiring scholars used her poems and prose as models. Yin Wuxiao lost both her parents at a young age and had no siblings. From the age of twelve, she took over the family business. The Yin family had been booksellers for generations, though their fortunes had declined due to the early deaths of her parents. However, after Yin Wuxiao took over, the business flourished. Within five years, everyone in the capital knew that the Yin family had a prodigy, capable of achieving great literary success and amassing immense wealth. It was a pity that as a woman, she was destined to be a wife and mother; how much more could she achieve? Yet, Yin Wuxiao was truly audacious, openly declaring that she would remain unmarried for life if no one could win her heart.

"Lord Deng, gentlemen," Miss Yin said loudly, "Since you all dared to speak so arrogantly and belittle women, don't blame me for being so competitive today. Yin Wuxiao has no other request than to ask everyone here to be a witness, and I also ask Lord Deng to personally acknowledge that women are more talented than men."

"This..." Anger flashed across the faces of the four scholars simultaneously, and a clamor erupted throughout the Cloud Pavilion. From ancient times to the present, only men have been superior to women, and men have been noble while women have been lowly. This Miss Yin actually dared to publicly demand that the top scholar of the imperial examination acknowledge that women are superior to men...

The little beggar touched his nose, looking at the crowd with confusion. He thought to himself that those scholars were sore losers and looked down on them. At such a young age, how could he know that this sentence was not as simple as winning or losing a poetry contest?

"Yin Wuxiao, you woman are far too arrogant!" A crisp, delicate shout abruptly broke the unnatural silence.

Suddenly, a fragrant breeze wafted by, and to everyone's surprise, they discovered that another woman in yellow had appeared on the spot, her clothes flowing gracefully and carrying a faint fragrance.

What superb lightness skill! Some discerning people present sighed inwardly, recognizing that this woman was none other than the second young lady of the Yuwen family, a martial arts family, Yuwen Hongying, also known as Red Dew Hands.

In today's martial arts world, talents emerge in great numbers, and the winds of change are ever-changing. Those who can truly hold their own in this world of formidable opponents are, first and foremost, one prefecture, two gangs, and three powerful families. The one prefecture refers to Baili Prefecture in Jiangnan; the two gangs are the Beggars' Clan and the Qiao Clan; and the three powerfu

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