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Capítulo 1

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 powerful families are the Yan family of Shanxi, the Zhang family of Sichuan, and the Yuwen family of Hubei. However, the second young lady of the Yuwen family, Yuwen Hongying, surpasses even the renowned Yuwen family in fame. This is not because of her beauty, nor because of her unparalleled Red Bell Strike technique, but because of her undisguised and universally acknowledged infatuation with the young master in blue from Baili Prefecture.

Why would Yuwen Hongying seek trouble with the eldest daughter of the Yin family, who is outside the martial arts world? Perhaps no one present could answer that.

Miss Yin paused for a moment before saying leisurely, "So it is Miss Yuwen. I, Wuxiao, am unworthy, yet I have troubled you, my beautiful hands, to come from afar to scold me. I am truly ashamed."

“You…” Yuwen Hongying gritted her teeth. This Yin Wuxiao was indeed sharp-tongued. She was straightforward and didn’t waste any words. She pulled out a roll of paper from her sleeve and got straight to the point: “Yin Wuxiao, you call yourself the number one talented woman in the world. You must have some skills. Let me ask you, can you match the absolute verse of the Qingyi of Baili Prefecture?”

The room fell silent upon hearing this.

Miss Yin was genuinely taken aback.

Who doesn't know that the young master in blue robes from Baili Prefecture is unparalleled in literary talent, elegance, and demeanor, a paragon of the refined gentleman in the martial world, and the dream lover of countless women? And that young master in blue robes is absolutely... that young master in blue robes is absolutely...

Everyone knows that the poem written by the young master in green when he was twenty-two years old was a poem he made public: the young lady from the martial arts world who matches the poem is the young master's destined love.

That blue-robed man was absolutely certain; in reality, he was absolutely certain in choosing a wife!

It is said that the poem in blue is engraved on a screen wall in Baili Prefecture. However, very few women in the martial arts world have the opportunity to see it, and no one has ever been able to match the poem. Hence, it is called "absolute".

Now, Yuwen Hongying has copied it down and given it to Miss Yin. What is her intention?

Yin Wuxiao pondered for a moment before saying, "Is this the legendary Azure Robe Absolute?"

“That’s right!” Yuwen Hongying’s eyes shone with a strange light, full of fighting spirit, as if she was certain that Yin Wuxiao would not be able to answer. “If you have the guts, then come and match with me, so that everyone can see whether your title of the number one talented woman is just an empty name!”

Yin Wuxiao took the scroll of poems but did not unfold it, a smile hidden in his eyes: "If I were to match the poems, wouldn't that embarrass you?"

Yuwen Hongying raised her chin and smiled disdainfully: "If you are a match for me, I, Yuwen Hongying, will hand over the Green-Clad Gentleman to you!"

"I'll hand it over with my bare hands..." Yin Wuxiao murmured, then smiled again.

Two pretty maids behind them interjected at this moment: "If you're going to offer something up, you can only offer it if it's your own, right?"

"That's right. Besides, even if she wanted to give it up, our young lady might not be willing to accept it!"

"What did you say?" Yuwen Hongying, with a fiery temper, was humiliated by these words, which not only damaged her own reputation but also that of the young man in blue. She could no longer contain her temper. Just as she was about to lash out, she was stopped by Yin Wuxiao's clear voice.

"Jiu'er, Shi'er, stop being so rude! What kind of person is the young master in blue? You are not allowed to make such unwarranted comments!" After a pause, she said, "Miss Yuwen, how about this? Our competition will stop at the exchange of poems and essays. Whether I can come up with a matching poem or not is none of the young master's business."

Yuwen Hongying was stunned. Could this woman really be so arrogant that she didn't even care about the young man in blue?

She glanced at her reluctantly, but still nodded.

Yin Wuxiao nodded and smiled, gently unfolding the paper in his hand.

The whole world seemed to hold its breath.

This veiled, world-renowned woman of unparalleled talent, her gaze shifting gently, the smile in her eyes slowly fading, fading...

Two people sat by the window in a sluggish restaurant opposite Yunge.

One of them smiled and fanned himself, saying, "Do you think the most talented woman in the world can match the perfect poem in blue?"

The other man frowned slightly and said with a composed expression, "I want to know why Yuwen Hongying is able to challenge us like this while holding the blue-robed official."

Beggars' Journey

Stunning beauty

Three years later.

A beauty's residence, north of the Agarwood Pavilion, surrounded by a balustrade of a hundred flowers—truly the birthplace of heavenly beauties. If one were to speak of a gathering place for beauties from across the land, Luoyang's Jue Se Lou (Exquisite Beauty Tower) would undoubtedly be the foremost. A gilded couplet in the main hall already testifies to Jue Se Lou's unparalleled fame:

Unparalleled beauty

The beauty that captivates the world.

Today is the annual grand event where the two most beautiful courtesans of the Jueshe Pavilion will compete in showcasing their talents, and the head housekeeper, Jinniang, is so busy that she can hardly keep up.

The Beauty Pavilion has been operating for decades, and its cleverness lies in always cultivating two beauties to compete for attention, providing plenty of gossip for the common people and earning the pavilion countless sums of money. Jinniang is one of the two top beauties of the previous generation at the Beauty Pavilion. Although she is over forty, she is still as charming as ever. She is well-versed in the ways of making money, and her ability to judge people is unparalleled.

However, at this moment, she showed a hint of confusion, her gaze falling on the white-clad man sitting alone by the window, seemingly detached from the hustle and bustle of the world.

This person had a fresh and handsome face, seemingly untouched by worldly affairs, yet he possessed a pair of captivating eyes that seemed to be smiling but not quite. He wore expensive and elegant clothes, but his sideburns were slightly disheveled and his clothes were covered in dust, making him look like a down-and-out. His lips were lined with many wrinkles, but the curve was natural, suggesting that he was a passionate person, yet he remained calm and composed in this brothel.

Jinniang knew that the Jueshe Tower was a place where all sorts of people mingled, and it was not surprising that there were many strange people in the martial arts world. However, she could not figure out this person and had a feeling that there was a hidden danger in him.

Her eyes darted around, and she saw Xu Dade, one of the wealthiest men in Luoyang, strutting in, his clothes gleaming with gold. Due to his enormous size and extravagant attire, he stood in the hall like a giant lantern. Jinniang hurriedly went to greet him:

"Uncle Xu, why didn't you let me know in advance that you were coming? I could have come to greet you in person."

Xu Dade glared at her: "Forget it! I came here today to see just how beautiful the prostitutes at your Jueshelou are, that they've managed to bewitch my Youde to death. Jinniang, you'd better bring out your best stuff, don't hold back."

"A prostitute? Your great-grandmother was the prostitute!" Jinniang remained calm and smiled again: "How could I dare? Just wait and see, today we have two of our most beautiful courtesans from the Jue Se Lou making their appearance. I guarantee that once you see my two daughters, you won't be able to leave the gates of Jue Se Lou."

Xu Dade snorted coldly, about to retort with a sarcastic remark, when he caught a glimpse of a dirty hand gripping the sleeve of his magnificent and exquisite embroidered gold robe.

"Sir, please have pity on me." A pair of innocent, large eyes looked at him pitifully.

A servant rushed over and slapped the ten-year-old beggar across the face, knocking him to the ground.

"You've got some nerve! How dare you, a lowly wretch, touch Master Xu's body?"

Xu Dade slowly patted his sleeves, then hummed loudly, his imposing manner causing the entire Jueshe Building to tremble slightly.

"You've spoiled my fun! Drag him out and beat him to death!"

Seeing the situation was turning sour, Jinniang hurriedly put on a smiling face: "Uncle Xu, I'm so sorry, it's all my fault for not disciplining her properly, letting this filthy thing barge in. Please don't get upset, I apologize." She raised her slender hand, which was adorned with gold and jade bracelets: "Peony, Red Peony, come and have a couple of drinks with Uncle Xu to calm him down!"

Xu Dade raised his thick, dark eyebrows, remaining noncommittal.

Jinniang had no choice but to feign anger and glare at the little beggar in front of her. Suddenly, her jade hand grew longer and pinched the little beggar's ear hard through her handkerchief: "Where did you come from, you wretched bastard? How dare you enter the Peerless Beauty Pavilion? Dafu Dagui, drag him to the backyard and beat him up!"

Dafu and Dagui stepped forward in response, but were stopped by Xu Dade.

"Jinniang, you dare to protect the person I, Xu Dade, want to beat?"

Jinniang was startled and realized something was wrong. Xu Dade had probably come here specifically to cause trouble for her Jueshelou. Damn it, she should have just ignored the little beggar's life or death and given him an excuse for nothing.

"Uncle Xu, you're too kind. Our little brothel, Jue Se Lou, is just a joke..."

"Beat them! Fight them right here!" Xu Dade suddenly shouted sternly.