Chapter 1: Luo Xinli: The Heroine

"Jianghu was shaken by a major event recently."

"On the ninth day of the ninth month, the sword fairy of this generation Luo Xinli, and the Devil Sect master Ling Youruo, will have a fierce battle in the Longtan Mountains that will be unprecedented in history. "

"The sword fairy Luo Xinli is the most chivalrous female warrior of our time. She is also regarded as the No. 1 beauty in Jianghu's martial arts circle."

"In Jianghu, no one could match her sword skills with her beautiful snow-white clothes."

"The female devil of the Netherworld Mystical Sect is also enchanting, charming, graceful, and gifted at martial arts."

"But she's vicious, merciless, cruel and emotionless. Blood thirsty, she kills people like flies."

"Both are exquisite beauties, one good, one evil."

"..."

People were scattered randomly across the street in front of a tavern.

A group of people gathered in the middle of the Tavern.

A table, chair, and an old man were at the front.

Although the old man's hair and beard were white, his face looked like pine skin, and his body seemed sturdy.

Taking the pipe in hand, he struck the table with eloquence.

He was a storyteller in Jianghu.

"The battle between good and evil is less than fifty days away. What will the outcome be?"

After inhaling a long breath of white smoke, the old man slowly exhaled.

As he exhaled, he said: "This old man will tell you about the battle that will take place in the Longtan mountains on the ninth day of the ninth month."

After a few drinks, the crowd listened with energy.

Immediately, someone hurriedly asked, "What is the reason for Warrior Luo's battle with the female Devil? Is there any deep hate between them?"

In response to people's questions, the old man was also extremely patient, answering them one by one.

Ling Youruo and Luo Xinli, both beauties, excelled in martial arts and were unbeatable in Jianghu.

A battle between two stunningly beautiful martial artists caused a great uproar in Jianghu.

In the end, who would win the battle between good and evil?

Everyone was looking forward to it.

There were also experts and warriors from all walks of life heading to Longtan Mountain in Jianghu.

These two breathtaking beauties caught their attention.

Obviously they also wanted to catch a glimpse of the battle between these two formidable martial artists.

What were they doing at this time?

Were they making preparations for the upcoming battle?

No, not really.

Luo Xinli, at least, wasn't.

She does not have anything to prepare.

It was a battle between two martial artists at the top of their game.

There was nothing to prepare for.

If they had to prepare for something, it would be their death.

This was an unprecedented battle.

The outcome of the final victory or defeat was impossible to predict.

There was only one thing they knew for sure: one of them must die.

They must, therefore, be prepared for death.

It must be either Luo Xinli or Ling Youruo who dies.

Who knows?

Luo Xinli regarded every day of her last month as her last.

What would people do in the time before death?

Were they going to do all the crazy things they wanted to do?

How crazy could they get?

Not really.

Before death, people were usually the most clear-headed.

Not crazy, but clear-headed.

Those who thought one would be crazy hadn't experienced what it felt like before death.

So now Luo Xinli was very clear-headed.

On a crowded ancient stone street, she walked alone.

There was a light drizzle. In one hand, she held a sword, and in the other, an umbrella.

Her snow-white clothes and umbrella made her look like an ethereal fairy in the rain.

Even her body seemed to radiate a faint glow.

She felt the drizzle of the rain as she observed this ancient street side road through her captivating eyes.

Her desire was to see this world again in all of its beauty.

She wanted to look at Jianghu one last time.

Her chances of seeing it again were slim.

Suddenly, she froze in place.

The noisy sound of an inn attracted her.

Slowly, she stepped forward.

There was a drunken man lying on a table.

He had a jar of wine in his hand.

Broken wine jars littered the surrounding area, so God knows how much he had already consumed.

Ling Ye also lived each day as if it were his last.

For him, today was almost the last day of his life.

He would die for real.

Moreover, he was a transmigrator.

In this Xuanhuan world, he was neither the protagonist nor the villain.

The protagonist and villain of this Xuanhuan novel were both women.

They were Luo Xinli and Ling Yourou.

He had transmigrated into this world as the strongest hidden expert who only appeared once in the book.

Similarly, he was also a warrior.

His transmigration was a joke.

What was the point of this transmigration since he was neither protagonist nor villain?

He would soon die, which made the situation even more ridiculous.

Three days were all he had left to live.

Among Jianghu's martial artists, he was the most powerful.

Because he was a strong martial artist, he created a set of techniques that could refine martial artists.

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