Chapter 103: The First Swordsman Descending from Yanjing

A man suddenly burst into the manor, going by the name "Yan Beigui." Among those in the martial world, his name was thunderous and well-known—no one was unaware of him. Yan Beigui was a renowned figure from Yanjing, his reputation comparable to that of the Wolong family from Lingnan. Their fame and status were on equal footing, neither overshadowing the other.

This time, Yan Beigui had come down to the Eastern Capital for one purpose only: to demand respect on behalf of his close friend, Wolong Qingtian. Yan Beigui was recognized as Yanjing’s foremost swordsman, famous across the entire Divine Continent for his mastery of the Thirty-Six Earthly Sword Techniques. His sword aura spanned thirty thousand miles, and his blade's cold light chilled nineteen provinces. With each step, he could slay; his strikes left no trace over a thousand miles—an utterly domineering presence.

Recently, Yan Beigui heard that his old friend Wolong Qingtian had been defeated by an unknown youth named Chu Xiaoyu, on a modest farm. This news shook the martial world of Lingnan to its core and sent ripples even through Yanjing’s elite circles. Chu Xiaoyu? Who was that? A nobody, unheard of. Yet, this inconspicuous youth had actually defeated the great master Wolong? Unbelievable and deeply unsettling.

It was this matter that brought Yan Beigui here.

As he stepped onto the farm, he noticed a swirl of purple mist enveloping the surroundings, and his heart was filled with astonishment. Could this be the auspicious purple energy from the east? Perhaps the rumors and news reports were true after all. This farm was no ordinary place.

“Who are you? How did you enter without a sound?”

Suddenly, Su Daji appeared, startling Yan Beigui in the midst of his confusion. What a stunning woman! A peerless beauty of the mortal realm! Who was she, and why was she here on this strange farm?

“Ah... I am... Yan Beigui, I came down from Yanjing...”

At thirty-five years old, Yan Beigui had never before seen a woman stammer when speaking. Incredible!

His heart fluttered fiercely and uncontrollably.

“From Yanjing, you say? That’s quite far. Are you here sightseeing? Then, may I ask, are you hungry now?”

This peculiar guest, carrying a long sword and exuding a commanding aura, made Su Daji silently wonder.

“Ah... yes, yes, I came here to eat,” Yan Beigui replied, though his words were insincere. He had intended to confront Chu Xiaoyu, but this breathtaking woman’s sudden appearance had unsettled his mind.

Yan Beigui, with his illustrious status, had encountered supermodels and top celebrities all his life, yet this woman with her classical beauty captivated him deeply. Such a beauty was almost otherworldly, a siren whose allure could upheave even the most disciplined hearts.

Inviting the guest into the main hall, Yan Beigui’s gaze remained fixed on Su Daji’s figure, never once wavering.

Could he be just another lecherous scoundrel?

During her year on this farm, Su Daji had encountered countless men of all sorts, many of whom were unsavory characters. Especially the film directors nearby, who courted Chu Xiaoyu relentlessly, begging her to be the female lead in their films. Chu Xiaoyu was willing, but Su Daji could not step beyond the mysterious gate of the farm.

Now, this guest from Yanjing looked at her with the same burning, unabashed gaze as those directors. It seemed every man who met her for the first time looked at her like that. Su Daji had grown immune to it.

“What would you like to eat?” she asked.

“Uh... are you the only one here?”

How outrageous! Such a stunning woman should never be relegated to serving tea or water. A beauty like her ought to be cherished.

Yet, here she was, doing menial chores like a servant. What a waste!

Yan Beigui’s heart roared with indignation.

Su Daji smiled faintly. “It’s noon, and my master usually takes a midday rest. At the moment, I am alone.”

“What’s your name?”

Seizing the opportunity, Yan Beigui’s heart stirred. A swordsman’s heart must not waver; if it did, he was no true swordsman.

“My name is Su Daji.”

“Pfft!”

Yan Beigui, who had just taken a sip of tea, immediately spat it out, staring at her as if seeing a ghost. “Uh... did you just say your name is...?”

“Su Daji,” she repeated with a gentle smile. “Every guest who asks my name reacts just as you did—surprised and shocked. Once, I asked my master why that was. He said it’s because just the name ‘Su Daji’ alone commands attention. And you’re from... uh, pardon me, I might have said too much.”

“By the way, I think I’ve figured it out—you’re not really here for the meal, are you?” Su Daji asked.

Yan Beigui was astonished. “I must ask—how did you know?”

“The reason’s simple. Your behavior doesn’t fit that of an ordinary guest. Some come under the pretense of dining but actually seek trouble for my master. But their fates are always tragic, without exception.”

Yan Beigui was even more surprised. “Miss, I suddenly feel that you might not be from our time.”

Why? Because this Su Daji was too exquisitely beautiful, as if untouched by mortal dust, a celestial being who didn’t belong to this world.

“Hee hee, that’s right. I’m not from your era. If I said that, would you believe me? Actually... I’m just a cosplay enthusiast.”

Her master said that too much talk leads to trouble. Some things, when repeated endlessly, turn rumor into truth.

This guest was peculiar, and Su Daji remained cautious.

But it was clear—anyone who came seeking to trouble her master would meet a grim end. There were too many examples, too many lessons from the past.

Behind the orchard in the backyard, lush branches thrived, nourished by many mysterious individuals who had vanished without a trace.