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"The Sky Over the Martial World is Clear" - Part One: Introduction

Who's so unlucky to have such a spendthrift child?

She couldn't read a single character, nor could she master many martial arts moves, but she was quite adept at all sorts of shameless and disgraceful things, such as eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, smoking, cheating, swindling, and stealing. Not only could she learn them quickly, but she could also apply what she learned to other situations.

Listen to what people are saying about her:

Lacking any skills, two evil deeds, three thieving hands, lazy, utterly depraved, disowning one's own family, a "seven" man who bullies women, amassing wealth from all directions, a "nine" sack of rice, utterly wicked, utterly bored, condemned by a thousand, doomed to eternal damnation...

Who are her parents? Who are they?! Just get straight to the point, let her father go to Shaolin Temple to meditate in seclusion, and her mother go to Mount Emei to do odd jobs. They shouldn't be involved in the martial arts world anymore; they can't afford to lose face like that!

I'm so puzzled. He was such a nice kid, but as he grew up, how did he turn into a scoundrel?

This is so unfair! This little kid, who no one would even glance at if he were thrown on the street, is being snatched up by several handsome men? Good heavens! Please, don't let these good-looking guys become blind and senile at such a young age!

This little rascal's story, just like in the book, is a comedy with thrills; a horror story with romance; a romance story with suspense; a suspense story with action; an action story with art...

Sigh! That's all for now. Everyone should just read tide's "Peerless Beauty in the Martial World," the wonderful story of that adorable but mischievous kid!

"The Sky Over the Martial World is Clear" - Part One: Prologue

Who's so unlucky to have such a spendthrift child?

She couldn't read a single character, nor could she master many martial arts moves, but she was quite adept at all sorts of shameless and disgraceful things, such as eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, smoking, cheating, swindling, and stealing. Not only could she learn them quickly, but she could also apply what she learned to other situations.

Listen to what people are saying about her:

Lacking any skills, two evil deeds, three thieving hands, lazy, utterly depraved, disowning one's own family, a "seven" man who bullies women, amassing wealth from all directions, a "nine" sack of rice, utterly wicked, utterly bored, condemned by a thousand, doomed to eternal damnation...

Who are her parents? Who are they?! Just get straight to the point, let her father go to Shaolin Temple to meditate in seclusion, and her mother go to Mount Emei to do odd jobs. They shouldn't be involved in the martial arts world anymore; they can't afford to lose face like that!

I'm so puzzled. He was such a nice kid, but as he grew up, how did he turn into a scoundrel?

This is so unfair! This little kid, who no one would even glance at if he were thrown on the street, is being snatched up by several handsome men? Good heavens! Please, don't let these good-looking guys become blind and senile at such a young age!

This little rascal's story, just like in the book, is a comedy with thrills; a horror story with romance; a romance story with suspense; a suspense story with action; an action story with art...

Sigh! That's all for now. Everyone should just read tide's "Peerless Beauty in the Martial World," the wonderful story of that adorable but mischievous kid!

The Sky Over the Martial World is Clear - Part One (1)

They hid numbly in the reeds, staring in horror at the hellish scene on the opposite beach, their ears filled with the screams of the dying.

The beach was littered with corpses, severed limbs, internal organs, and bits of flesh, scattered all over the ground.

Blood flowed like a stream, staining the sand and stones on the riverbank a chilling dark ochre, and crimson clouds rose from the river, spreading rapidly...

Insatiable slaughter, relentless strangulation—no one can escape it.

At this moment, those masked men in black seemed to become the masters of heaven and earth, wantonly reaping the lives of the weak.

Their immense fear kept them from making a sound.

A woman vomited by the side of the boat, an old man pressed his fist to his mouth, a middle-aged man gripped the hilt of a knife tightly, a young girl fainted, a mother and daughter clung to each other in a daze, a nun knelt on the ground and could not stand up again, a homeless child bit his lip hard... They watched helplessly, hoping that everything before them was just a nightmare...

However, no miracle occurred.

On the opposite bank, a man in black pierced a man's heart with a whip, while another man in black slashed down with a gleaming longsword. A head with raised eyebrows flew up and fell far into the river, where it was instantly swept away by the swift current, a pale red stain scattering with the waves.

One of the men in black casually sheathed his knife, a string of blood dripping down the blade. He kicked the headless corpse over and looked toward where the head had fallen. He saw a tuft of long hair on the water, a wooden boat hidden by dense reeds on the opposite bank, and terrified passengers on the boat.

Although the river was not very wide, the two banks were about thirty feet apart, and the current was turbulent. Even though they knew that the man in black could not possibly kill them, the people on the wooden boat were still terrified by the cold cruelty in his eyes.

Without a second thought, the man in black flicked his wrist, and the long sword shot out from his palm like a bolt of lightning, flying straight towards the captain of the wooden boat opposite, piercing straight into his chest.

The boatman was spitting blood, swayed a couple of times, and then fell into the river.

The homeless child was sprayed with blood, and his legs went weak. He sat down on the boat, where a fat man was writhing on top of him in fear, making strange noises.

The people on the boat were terrified, and some screamed in horror.

The middle-aged man with the knife seemed to be a martial arts practitioner. Although he was also stunned by the massacre on the other side, he was much bolder than the ordinary people. Seeing that the men in black had discovered his whereabouts, he knew that if he did not escape quickly and let them cross the river, he would be silenced. In a panic, he grabbed a bamboo pole and pushed off into the water, causing the ferry to move further backward and then be pushed downstream by the swift current.

Several men in black stared at the departing ferry, their eyes gleaming with a sinister light.

The Sky Over the Martial World is Clear - Part One (2)

The thick fog dissipated, and the moon was full in the sky.

In the wild, a flower so vibrant it was almost blackish-red bloomed in vast swathes, covering the entire landscape in a breathtaking display.

The crimson flowers are alluring and eerie, like flames or blood, resembling a magnificent carpet laid out on the road to the underworld. Stepping on them and walking forward leads to the realm of the netherworld.

Thirteen Wolves stared wide-eyed, somewhat terrified, wondering how they had gotten here.

Thirteen Wolves is a man, one of the most notorious womanizers in the martial arts world.

Last month, he seduced the younger sister of Sun San, a powerful figure in the Guanzhong martial arts world. As a result, Sun San and his friends and followers chased after him all the way. Even though Thirteen Wolves was skilled in hidden weapons, he was no match for the enemy's numbers and had to flee back to Guanzhong.

Two hours ago, in order to avoid the ambush of the Guanxi Martial Arts Path, he entered an old forest. After running through the forest for a while, he got lost in the fog. When the fog cleared, he found himself trapped in a strange, blood-red sea of flowers.

"What kind of hellhole is this?!"

Thirteen Wolf muttered, raising his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, then his hand froze on his forehead.

As the wind rustled the flowers, and with that plaintive sound, a patch of snow-white suddenly bloomed amidst the burning flowers in front, cold, serene, and noble, like a lotus in a lonely valley.

He was a boy.