📖 The Young Master's Hidden Fate

He is a graceful swordsman in white, seeking defeat across the martial world, until he meets his destined rival and vows to retire from the martial world, disappearing without a trace. She is the desert princess ruling her domain, raising majestic eagles. When she invites heroes from all over the world for a Matchmaking Tournament, the winner turns out to be a woman how was her anger quelled with just a word, leading her to a new path in life? She is an ordinary herbalist from a farming family. What mysterious opportunity made her resolve to abandon medicine for literature after a day of gathering herbs in the mountains? The world only knows "Snow-Cold Rouge" Han Feiying for her exceptional martial skills, reliability, and high position at a young age. But what thrilling and bizarre adventures has she experienced in the martial world along the way? Dear reader, do not be impatient, for I shall now take you to explore Leader Han, who has topped both the "Capital Women's Crush Ranking" and the "Capital Men's Most Desired to Become Ranking" for years!

Leng Chuishuang was sipping tea at a roadside stall in Celestial Plains. Leng Chuishuang was a swordsman as cold as winter frost. Naturally, he wore white from head to toe. He had picked up a sword at the age of eight. Now, years later, he could no longer find a worthy opponent. With a sigh, he often said, "I ask for nothing more only a worthy defeat." And so, he roamed the land in disguise, hoping to stumble upon a rising talent who might challenge him. He'd barely taken a few sips when a brawl broke out nearby. Swords clashed, bowls and chopsticks scattered, and chaos reigned all around the little tea stall. Leng Chuishuang lightly tapped his foot, launching himself upward. Like a white swallow, he floated over the broken tables and landed gracefully on the roof. "These kids nowadays..." he muttered, shaking his head at the lack of etiquette. "Back in my day, we'd at least find an open space before fighting." Just as he was reminiscing, someone caught his eye. Across the roof, at the far end, stood another figure also dressed in white, also carrying a sword. Leng Chuishuang raised an eyebrow. Another young wannabe copying his style, no doubt. Ever since his fame had spread, white-clad swordsmen had sprung up everywhere, but none could truly capture the essence. None but him. He was just about to scoff when he took a second look and froze. This wasn't just some imitator. The person across from him had striking features, a unique aura. Her posture, her energy it was all exceptional. A once-in-a-generation martial talent. "Incredible," he whispered. "To think such a remarkable person exists in this world... And the presence she carries it effortlessly..." Only then did he notice the sun behind them, casting both their silhouettes in golden light. Two white-robed swordsmen, standing opposite one another atop a rooftop. Leng Chuishuang trembled again. His eyes misted. His face twitched with emotion. At the peak of the rooftop, beneath a perfect sun A sword descends. A realm beyond realms. Wasn't this... destiny? This had to be the opponent he'd been waiting for. While chaos still raged below, Leng Chuishuang stood frozen in awe. Meanwhile, the white-robed young woman on the opposite side, clearly bored, turned to leave. "Wait!" he called out. She paused. As she turned, he caught sight of the red mark between her brows. Her movements, her stance everything about her spoke of skill and control. He grew even more excited. "Young warrior, what's your name? In ten years or five, even would you face me in a duel?" "...Why would I want to do that?" she asked, puzzled, taking a small step back. "Because you are the opponent fate has chosen for me." "...Who are you?" He smiled confidently. "If I told you my name, you'd be too stunned. Tell you what do you have a sword manual or martial text on you? Any style will do. Hand it over, and I'll master it on the spot. Then, maybe you'll have a guess." For one who had mastered the essence of martial arts, all forms became one. Leng Chuishuang no longer bound himself to swordplay alone. Everything was sword. The young woman hesitated, then pulled a book from her sleeve and tossed it to him. "This is something Elder Linghu just developed. I haven't even read it yet." "He claims that once mastered, you can walk the world unchallenged." Leng Chuishuang had heard such boasts before probably read fifty, maybe even eighty such manuals in his time. He chuckled and opened the book. A few pages in, his expression changed. Halfway through, light seemed to flash in his eyes. By the end, he looked dazed, enchanted. Then he raised his head to the sky and let out a wild, joyous cry. "I've found it! I've finally found it!" With that, he sprinted off into the distance, vanishing in moments. From that day on, Leng Chuishuang's name faded from the martial world. Some say he was finally defeated by his destined opponent. Perhaps, in a way, that too was a kind of happiness. As for Han Feiying, who just happened to pass by the Celestial Plains that day and witnessed the whole thing, she stared at the shrinking figure of Leng Chuishuang and mumbled to herself "...But that was only the first half of Advanced Algebra. Why'd he run off before reading the rest?"

Wang Feihua was not originally named Wang Feihua. As a princess of the Western Desert, she naturally possessed a longer native name. However, to establish herself in the Central Plains martial arts world, she adapted to local customs by adopting a Central Plains name. With three days remaining until Wang Feihua's Matchmaking Tournament, she grew restless and went out for a walk. ...Unexpectedly, in the vast desert, she encountered a band of ruthless mounted brigands. Without her giant eagle, Wang Feihua stood no chance against the bandits alone. Struck in the back, her vision darkened as she knew the situation was dire until the sharp clang of steel shattered the air. Before losing consciousness, her fading eyes caught only a flash of sword light, cold as winter snow. "Cough, cough..." Wang Feihua awoke by an oasis, where a snow-white figure standing nearby, wiping a sword. "Miss, you're awake." The figure turned, the sword's glare awe-inspiring a crimson mole between the brows like a fallen plum blossom. That single glance drained all color from Heaven and Earth, freezing time itself. Wang Feihua's heart began to race. "It's fortunate you're unharmed. The bandits have retreated. Until we meet again." Before Wang Feihua could ask her name, the white-clad figure bowed with cupped hands and departed. As the figure departed, Wang Feihua stood dazed, thinking: In this boundless desert, what chance had they to meet again? Had destiny severed their thread so soon? From that moment, Wang Feihua's heart withered. Surprisingly, three days later, Wang Feihua spotted her among the suitors. Wang Feihua's heart stirred back to life. Her opponent was no match with a casual wave of her hand, the giant desert eagle sent him flying in a single swipe. Yet Wang Feihua's eyes saw only that one person. Upon learning she was the leader of the Heavenwild Alliance, Wang Feihua recognized her judgment as exceptional. Wang Feihua saw her beloved nod at her and smile slightly, and she couldn't help but return the smile. In that shared gaze, an unspoken understanding shimmered between them. Then Han Feiying's voice broke the silence: "The Heavenwild Alliance seeks the honor of competition. We humbly request the princess to grace us with her instruction." Just as Wang Feihua's cheeks flushed with anticipation, Han Feiying stepped aside revealing a stranger who advanced, cupped his hands, and said in a deep voice: "For the Heavenwild Alliance, I request your guidance, Princess." Wang Feihua's heart withered once more. Her eyebrows arched defiantly: "No, not him I want her!" As all eyes followed her pointed finger, the hall erupted in uproar and discussion. "But both you and Leader Han are women..." "I only said I would invite heroes from all over the world never did I specify their gender." Wang Feihua was resolute. Her giant desert eagle behind her let out a few long cries, and no one dared to speak further. Han Feiying sighed: "Thank you for your favor, Princess, but I must decline." Wang Feihua heard the sound of her heart shattering. She actually rejected her! Who did she think she had rejected? None other than the love of Princess Wang Feihua herself! Wang Feihua was devastated. She shouted angrily: "Do you know how much I've given up for you! Do you know what I've been through before this Matchmaking Tournament? Do you know how hard it was for me to become famous worldwide! You don't care at all; you only care about yourself!" "...Could you elaborate?" "The first time I tried to participate in the Central Plains martial arts tournament, I heard about it in March but when I finally arrived in June, the competition had already ended in April. No one witnessed my exceptional martial arts!" "The second time, I challenged the world's top martial artist. He claimed the journey was too far, so I covered his travel expenses. Yet after I defeated him, he suffered another loss in the Central Plains before news of my victory could spread rendering my achievement meaningless by the time it reached the martial world." "It sounds like the core issue lies in communication failures beyond the Central Plains..." someone couldn't help but interject. "Silence!" Immersed in her memories, Wang Feihua couldn't hear and raged on, "The third time, I resolved to host a Matchmaking Tournament at home, inviting heroes from all over the world, intending to defeat them one by one to prove my unmatched martial arts, but I ended up falling at your hands..." Her expression shifted from sorrow to resentment, then from resentment to heartbreak, changing again and again, until finally, she revealed a relieved smile. "I've figured it out, Leader Han. Let me return with you to the Central Plains." "From today on, marrying into the Heavenwild Alliance is my new goal. Once I become the leader's wife, everyone in the world will know my name!" Han Feiying was stunned and packed her bags that day, rushing back to Bianjing overnight. However, from then on, several giant eagles often hovered over the Heavenwild Alliance in Bianjing, their sharp cries causing nearby residents to complain.

It was just another ordinary day for Xie Xiaowei, a farm girl from a small mountain village tucked away in Kunlun Void. The snow had just stopped, the sky was clearing, and she'd headed into the mountains to gather herbs. By noon, tired and a little thirsty, she paused to rest. She started a small fire to boil water and, with nothing else to do, took out her two favorite things: a story script and a pouch of sunflower seeds. Soon enough, the crisp crack of shells filled the air, sharp and rhythmic like mini firecrackers, while pages rustled like the breeze flipping through old leaves. She munched and flipped, completely absorbed. Then, out of nowhere, a voice rang out: "Who's out here making such a racket with those sunflower seeds?" Xie Xiaowei was so startled she landed square on her backside. Scrambling up, she looked around in every direction. The sky was high and blue, the forest calm, snow covering everything in soft silence. No one in sight. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." The voice continued. It was a woman's voice, young and clear, like someone speaking just by her ear... or maybe from the mountaintop itself. Ah, thought Xiaowei, must be one of those martial art types with some secret voice projection technique. Loud voices are the least of their eccentricities. Then the voice asked again: "Why are you sitting here, snacking in the middle of the freezing mountains?" At that, Xie Xiaowei exploded with frustration. "What else could I do?! It's all because of those martial arts lunatics in the story scripts! If I didn't have to gather herbs for them, I wouldn't be out here freezing!" "Everyone says life isn't a storybook but tell that to the people coming up here trying to jump off cliffs or stumble into miracle caves! Every time our village chief goes into the mountains, it's chaos herbs are nowhere to be found, but wannabe warriors? All over the place! Falling off ledges, getting lost, breaking bones it's a mess!" "Just the other day I found some guy nearly frozen solid in a snowdrift. Asked what he was doing out here, he says he's waiting for a grandmaster to pass on secret techniques, because rumor has it that Leader Han Feiying is training here. Where do they even get this stuff? What book was that in? Did I miss that chapter?" Worked up now, she stomped her foot. "You think there are real manuals out here for slicing clouds or plucking flowers to kill? I've combed through every cave in this mountain only thing I've found is mice and mold. There's no Leader Han, only angry bears. Miss, please, don't join their madness!" Silence followed. Xie Xiaowei figured maybe her rant was too intense. Oh well if her words could talk some sense into just one person, that was merit in itself. But just then, a low growl broke through the calm. She looked up and her heart nearly stopped. A bear. A massive one, towering as tall as two grown men, eyes glowing red and hunger in its breath, ready to charge. Her mind blanked. Then whoosh. An icicle shot through the air like a lightning bolt, piercing straight into the beast's forehead. The bear collapsed with a thunderous thud that shook the ground. The next moment, an avalanche of snow came roaring down the slope unstoppable, furious But before it could reach her, a soft force shoved Xie Xiaowei several meters away. She looked up in shock. A figure had landed before the avalanche a woman in flowing white, sword in hand, standing firm as snow thundered down. With a graceful sweep of her blade, the tidal wave of snow froze midair then crashed to the ground in a rain of sparkling frost. Countless ice crystals danced in the air like stars. Crows scattered into the sky, their cries echoing over the mountains. The woman turned. Her presence was serene and otherworldly fair as frost, with a striking red mark between her brows. She sheathed her sword and smiled faintly. "I saw you had potential," she said. "I was going to ask if you wanted to learn martial arts. But now I see... some dreams aren't meant to be forced. Best head home, little one." With that, she turned and vanished into the snowy haze, leaving nothing behind but wind and silence. Xie Xiaowei stood rooted to the spot, stunned, speechless, heart pounding. After that day, a new pen named LuckyPaw quietly appeared in the world of martial arts fiction The author's stories always began with a snowy mountain, a mysterious adept, and a fated encounter. Her heroes were usually orphans with missing parents and improbable destinies. The martial arts were dazzlingly unrealistic. Critics called her stories far-fetched but she never changed her style. She insisted, time and again: "Most of these tales are based on true events. Honest."

The persecution sparked by my last book forced me to abandon my pen name, retreat to heal, and rebuild my creative focus. During my recovery, I am grateful for the companionship of eight-year-old Leng Erhu from the village without you, I wouldn't have had those sleepless nights where I could only write. Thanks to Granny Wang, the kind-hearted, chicken-raising grandma from the northwest region, for taking me in; and to the enthusiastic herbalist and literature enthusiast Miss Xie for providing affordable medicine. Without your care and guidance, this book wouldn't have been completed! Dear readers, please don't be curious about my former pen name. Stories may end, but chivalry endures. If fate allows, we shall meet again in the martial world!