100,000 Favorites: Return to the Horizon

第1章 Chapter 1

"Hsun Back to the Years——!"

The voices rose and fell in an uproar, stirring up the mountain winds in Unnamed Valley. The birds in the forest took flight in surprise.

The red and green leaves that were gradually falling, along with the pale and gloomy sky color, painted the lofty and treacherous peaks with lines of slender silhouettes.

In the twilight-colored light, at a glance, one could see that the grasslands and forests were filled with countless heroes.

The sun sank down another inch.

A thin column of white smoke rose up beside the sheer cliff. Suddenly, all the footstep sounds went in the same direction.

Gradually, the various chaotic sounds faded away, followed by the low ringing sound of swords and knives being drawn from their sheaths.

The clear, crisp sounds of metal striking metal, accompanied by the dying autumn wind, had an inexplicable mournful tune.

A dark red trail of blood splashed on the middle of the earthen road, trickling and spreading upwards. The crowd quickly followed the tracks in pursuit, finally finding a familiar figure kneeling under a tree, facing away from them.

"Father!"

The young man in the crowd shouted loudly, rushed forward, and just as his right hand touched the man's shoulder, the head of the corpse rolled off accordingly.

The few people in front hastily retreated two steps back. After seeing that those eyes on the head were still wide open with a fierce glare, they finally reacted, yelling angrily: "Hsun Back to the Years——!"

"Not far away, the swordsman who was surrounded by the crowd, just sat casually on the stone by the roadside. Looking at the ever-changing expressions of those around him, he suddenly burst into loud laughter. The sword in his hand, stained with blood, also trembled slightly.

The people roared in anger: "Hsun Back to the Years, you fled for years because of your personal grudges. It's a pity that until now you still haven't awakened!"

"At first, if it weren't for remembering your master's name, we would have already killed you! But you still don't know how to behave, wildly and recklessly, with no evil deeds! The number of serious sins you've committed over the years. Today, we are here to carry out divine punishment!"

Hsun Back to the Years listened to their grand and lofty accusations, thinking about all kinds of hardships in the past decade since her master's sect had fallen, and couldn't help but feel amused.

She held her sword without letting go for an instant, with no place to stand or rest, going back and forth alone in a vast wilderness.

Tossed around by fate for a lifetime, countless times escaping from death, only winning the reputation of being a great villain.

But this group of hypocritical thieves and villains who jumped up and down, bowed their heads and bent their backs, and now had become the heroes of this world overnight.

Hsun Back to the Years mocked: "This martial world is really absurd. A bunch of mediocre scoundrels, actually dare to claim they are carrying out divine punishment?"

She saw that he was injured too, with many wounds on his body that had healed and then split open again under his clothes. His breathing was very light when he spoke.

Even though she tried her best to appear calm, it was hard to hide the signs of exhaustion and pallor from her injuries. Her voice was getting quieter.

The others were still quite fearful of her, not daring to easily come forward. They looked left and right, hesitated repeatedly, before a senior came running over in the end.

After half a month of chasing and being chased, the senior was also extremely exhausted. Leaning on his broken sword and standing with a slanted posture, he sighed longingly several times, and only opened his dry mouth with difficulty after much hesitation: "If your master saw you like this today, I'm afraid even in his grave he wouldn't be at ease."

Hsun Back to the Years seemed surprised that someone had mentioned an old matter. Her expression was a little odd for a moment before she also became more spirited, laughing out loud with a light tone: "Master of the Hall, you still remember my master? At first, when you and my master were side by side, rejecting evil officials' abuse of power, weren't you full of indignation, claiming that your death would be no different from a hero's? How come now, you've also become those corrupt officials' henchmen? Is it because wealth is too tempting for the eyes or because only when one is about to die do they realize that they were actually just a demon who almost went straight on their own?"

The bearded man next to him suddenly flew into a rage, pointing at her and saying: "You little bastard! Master of the Hall left you two faces out of mercy. You actually don't know how to appreciate it? Master of the Hall is an upright gentleman, setting up a trap to invite you in, but it's your own stubbornness that led to this!"

A few barely audible sounds of a sword's cry seemed like an illusion, but made the bearded man's voice abruptly stop.

Hsun Back to the Years' finger joints pushed open a centimeter of scabbard. Seeing him forcefully endure until his face turned red, she smiled with disdain and said: "I didn't plan on killing you next. How about you go down first and pave the way for that little bastard?"

The young man beside him instinctively looked at the person next to him. For a moment, countless gazes followed along.

The young man was scared by the looks, with his face unconsciously twitching, falsely shouting in anger: "Master of the Hall, my father and you are people who share life and death! He dedicated himself to this world for the people, without any selfishness, but in the end fell into an unbearable state. You must avenge him! Hsun Back to the Years is a disaster for the martial world!"

A deep voice coldly humphed: "Hsun Back to the Years, you can't even escape now, what makes you think you can kill someone right in front of us? It's nothing but a dream talk!"

"Makes sense." Hsun Back to the Years smiled lightly and said, "Good man, why don't you come out and try it yourself?"

The senior said: "Hsun Back to the Years, at first I could somewhat understand your revenge for your master. But the numbers of lives in the village of the barley family, how were they so innocent? The number of blood debts on your hands over the years, have you ever been guilt-free in your heart?"

"Ha, I, Hsun Back to the Years, kill whoever I want, and no one dares not recognize me…" She was about to argue a few more sentences but when she swept her eyes across their ugly faces again, suddenly lost interest. She changed her tone of voice and said, "You all say that I can leave safely today, but you don't want to? You're afraid that one day, I might really come looking for you?"

The senior's dull eyes narrowed slightly as he shook his head in grief: "You are lucky enough to be able to withdraw today. Why do you have to come back?"

第2章 Chapter 2

"Hail the rain! Harvesting rice!" The sudden downpour broke open several holes in the clouds, and large drops of rain poured down like a waterfall.

The streets were filled with hurried footsteps, and the villagers, too busy to cover themselves, rushed out in all directions.

Autumn wind whistled through the air, swirling up the yellow leaves on the ground. It blew wildly at the broken sign outside the village inn.

Hanging the sign was a small inn for travelers to rest their feet.

The young waiter woke from his afternoon nap, yawned, and glanced out the door. He immediately grabbed the wooden stick beside him and came out in large strides, roughly driving away the little beggar who was crouching under the eave, scolding harshly: "Go away, go away! You filthy bastard, go beg for alms elsewhere!"

After that, he also hung a smiling face and invited the few sturdy men not far away: "Several guests, you can come in inside to avoid the rain. Have a cup of hot tea to warm your body, it's no trouble at all."

The leader of the group nodded slightly, changed his pace, and led the others across the threshold.

Hsun Back to the Years, who was about to escape unnoticed, was caught by the stick and cried out in pain as he covered his aching arm. He waited until everyone had entered the house before standing up straight in the rain, and after a moment, he lifted his head and spat fiercely on the ground: "Damn it! You really think you're some kind of big shot!"

He vented his anger by kicking the door, then turned to run towards the rain curtain at the end.

The river along the valley's extension gradually swelled with the rising rain, flowing northward in waves.

The old tree on the riverbank had its branches' leaves pressed down by the rainwater, leaving only a bare patch.

The fallen leaves buried under the injured person were finally woken up by the raindrops. The person trembled and stretched out a hand, shook off the dead leaves on their body, and struggled to get up.

The woman's front hair was disheveled, half covering her pale face, and several smears of blood mixed with dirt were imprinted on her near-blue skin. It was just a simple action, but it took her many repetitions before she could barely stand firm.

Her legs felt weak, and her thin body swayed left and right in the raging wind and rain, looking exhausted and wretched.

She lowered her eyes to look at her hands, then slowly looked around, her gaze filled with boundless bewilderment. Hesitant and not knowing what to do.

In a daze, her steps slipped, and she fell heavily again.

She slowly lifted her hand to support herself, knelt down on the ground, and only then discovered that there was also a pitch-black iron sword lying horizontally on the ground.

She groped along, picked up the sword, and her vision was blurred by the rain hitting her face. She could only rely on the touch of her fingertips to slowly murmur out the three characters carved on the scabbard:

"Hsun… Back to the Years..."

Every syllable was shivering with cold, hard to form a tune. But these three words made her strangely familiar. As soon as the gasp left her lips, it seemed that a rumbling sound of mountains and seas suddenly burst in her ears:

"Hsun Back to the Years——！Die!"

"It's hailing, it's raining!" The sudden downpour broke open several holes in the clouds, and large drops of rain poured down like a waterfall.

The streets were filled with hurried footsteps, and the villagers, too busy to cover themselves, rushed out in all directions.

Autumn wind whistled through the air, swirling up the yellow leaves on the ground. It blew wildly at the broken sign outside the village inn.

Hanging the sign was a small inn for travelers to rest their feet.

The young waiter woke from his afternoon nap, yawned, and glanced out the door. He immediately grabbed the wooden stick beside him and came out in large strides, roughly driving away the little beggar who was crouching under the eave, scolding harshly: "Go away, go away! You filthy bastard, go beg for alms elsewhere!"

After that, he also hung a smiling face and invited the few sturdy men not far away: "Several guests, you can come in inside to avoid the rain. Have a cup of hot tea to warm your body, it's no trouble at all."

The leader of the group nodded slightly, changed his pace, and led the others across the threshold.

Hsun Back to the Years, who was about to escape unnoticed, was caught by the stick and cried out in pain as he covered his aching arm. He waited until everyone had entered the house before standing up straight in the rain, and after a moment, he lifted his head and spat fiercely on the ground: "Damn it! You really think you're some kind of big shot!"

He vented his anger by kicking the door, then turned to run towards the rain curtain at the end.

The river along the valley's extension gradually swelled with the rising rain, flowing northward in waves.

The old tree on the riverbank had its branches' leaves pressed down by the rainwater, leaving only a bare patch.

The fallen leaves buried under the injured person were finally woken up by the raindrops. The person trembled and stretched out a hand, shook off the dead leaves on their body, and struggled to get up.

The woman's front hair was disheveled, half covering her pale face, and several smears of blood mixed with dirt were imprinted on her near-blue skin. It was just a simple action, but it took her many repetitions before she could barely stand firm.

Her legs felt weak, and her thin body swayed left and right in the raging wind and rain, looking exhausted and wretched.

She lowered her eyes to look at her hands, then slowly looked around, her gaze filled with boundless bewilderment. Hesitant and not knowing what to do.

In a daze, her steps slipped, and she fell heavily again.

She slowly lifted her hand to support herself, knelt down on the ground, and only then discovered that there was also a pitch-black iron sword lying horizontally on the ground.

She groped along, picked up the sword, and her vision was blurred by the rain hitting her face. She could only rely on the touch of her fingertips to slowly murmur out the three characters carved on the scabbard:

"Hsun… Back to the Years..."

Every syllable was shivering with cold, hard to form a tune. But these three words made her strangely familiar. As soon as the gasp left her lips, it seemed that a rumbling sound of mountains and seas suddenly burst in her ears:

"Hsun Back to the Years——！Die!"

"It's hailing, it's raining!" The sudden downpour broke open several holes in the clouds, and large drops of rain poured down like a waterfall.

The streets were filled with hurried footsteps, and the villagers, too busy to cover themselves, rushed out in all directions.

Autumn wind whistled through the air, swirling up the yellow leaves on the ground. It blew wildly at the broken sign outside the village inn.

Hanging the sign was a small inn for travelers to rest their feet.

The young waiter woke from his afternoon nap, yawned, and glanced out the door. He immediately grabbed the wooden stick beside him and came out in large strides, roughly driving away the little beggar who was crouching under the eave, scolding harshly: "Go away, go away! You filthy bastard, go beg for alms elsewhere!"

After that, he also hung a smiling face and invited the few sturdy men not far away: "Several guests, you can come in inside to avoid the rain. Have a cup of hot tea to warm your body, it's no trouble at all."

The leader of the group nodded slightly, changed his pace, and led the others across the threshold.

Hsun Back to the Years, who was about to escape unnoticed, was caught by the stick and cried out in pain as he covered his aching arm. He waited until everyone had entered the house before standing up straight in the rain, and after a moment, he lifted his head and spat fiercely on the ground: "Damn it! You really think you're some kind of big shot!"

He vented his anger by kicking the door, then turned to run towards the rain curtain at the end.

The river along the valley's extension gradually swelled with the rising rain, flowing northward in waves.

The old tree on the riverbank had its branches' leaves pressed down by the rainwater, leaving only a bare patch.

The fallen leaves buried under the injured person were finally woken up by the raindrops. The person trembled and stretched out a hand, shook off the dead leaves on their body, and struggled to get up.

The woman's front hair was disheveled, half covering her pale face, and several smears of blood mixed with dirt were imprinted on her near-blue skin. It was just a simple action, but it took her many repetitions before she could barely stand firm.

Her legs felt weak, and her thin body swayed left and right in the raging wind and rain, looking exhausted and wretched.

She lowered her eyes to look at her hands, then slowly looked around, her gaze filled with boundless bewilderment. Hesitant and not knowing what to do.

In a daze, her steps slipped, and she fell heavily again.

She slowly lifted her hand to support herself, knelt down on the ground, and only then discovered that there was also a pitch-black iron sword lying horizontally on the ground.

She groped along, picked up the sword, and her vision was blurred by the rain hitting her face. She could only rely on the touch of her fingertips to slowly murmur out the three characters carved on the scabbard:

"Hsun… Back to the Years..."

Every syllable was shivering with cold, hard to form a tune. But these three words made her strangely familiar. As soon as the gasp left her lips, it seemed that a rumbling sound of mountains and seas suddenly burst in her ears:

"Hsun Back to the Years——！Die!"

第3章 Chapter 3

The rain pours down heavily outside while Hsun Back to the Years faces off against martial artists who accuse her of being an evil villain. She argues back, claiming she only kills those who wronged her and that the so-called heroes are merely mediocre scoundrels in disguise. A senior chastises Hsun for not living up to the legacy of her master, but Hsun retorts that he too has been corrupted by greed and power.

The rain begins pouring down outside as Hsun tries to leave. The group refuses to let her go, leading to a tense standoff. The young man who lost his father challenges her to fight right then. Hsun agrees with disdainful laughter, ready to face them all.

Hsun Back to the Years: Villainess master swordsman who killed her own master. She is exhausted and injured but still arrogant. Wants revenge on those who wronged her.

Young Man in Crowd (unnamed): Son of the deceased disciple she murdered. Angry at Hsun for killing his father.

Master of the Hall (deceased): Hsun's former master, now dead by her hand. Senior martial artist accusing Hsun of being evil.

Setting: Unnamed Valley - The scene takes place in a mountain valley with forests and grasslands, painted in autumn colors as the sun sinks. The sky is gloomy and darkening. Many heroes gathered in pursuit fill the scene.

SUMMARY:

The rain pours down heavily outside while Hsun Back to the Years faces off against martial artists who accuse her of being an evil villain. She argues back, claiming she only kills those who wronged her and that the so-called heroes are merely mediocre scoundrels in disguise. A senior chastises Hsun for not living up to the legacy of her master, but Hsun retorts that he too has been corrupted by greed and power.

The rain begins pouring down outside as Hsun tries to leave. The group refuses to let her go, leading to a tense standoff. The young man who lost his father challenges her to fight right then. Hsun agrees with disdainful laughter, ready to face them all.

Character bible:

SUMMARY

The rain pours down heavily outside while Hsun Back to the Years faces off against martial artists who accuse her of being an evil villain. She argues back, claiming she only kills those who wronged her and that the so-called heroes are merely mediocre scoundrels in disguise. A senior chastises Hsun for not living up to the legacy of her master, but Hsun retorts that he too has been corrupted by greed and power.

Hsun decides to leave, but the rain begins pouring down heavily outside. The group refuses to let her go, leading to a tense standoff. The young man who lost his father to Hsun's hands challenges her to fight right then. Hsun agrees with disdainful laughter, ready to face them all.

CHARACTERS

Hsun Back to the Years: The main antagonist of the story, she is an exhausted and injured swordsman who has been on the run for years after killing her own master and his disciple. She is arrogant but skilled in swordplay. Her goal seems to be revenge against those who wronged her.

Young Man: Son of Hsun's deceased victim, angry at her for killing his father and seeking revenge. He challenges Hsun when she tries to leave.

Master of the Hall (deceased): Hsun's former master, now dead by her hand. Senior martial artist accusing Hsun of being evil. His legacy is disputed by Hsun.

Unnamed Valley Villagers: The setting is a valley with forests and grasslands, painted in autumn colors as the sun sinks. The sky is gloomy and darkening. Many heroes gathered in pursuit fill the scene.

Hsun Back to the Years: Villainess master swordsman who killed her own master. She is exhausted and injured but still arrogant. Wants revenge on those who wronged her.

Young Man in Crowd (unnamed): Son of the deceased disciple she murdered. Angry at Hsun for killing his father.

Master of the Hall (deceased): Hsun's former master, now dead by her hand. Senior martial artist accusing Hsun of being evil.

SETTING

Unnamed Valley: The scene takes place in a mountain valley with forests and grasslands, painted in autumn colors as the sun sinks. The sky is gloomy and darkening. Many heroes gathered in pursuit fill the scene.

SUMMARY

The rain pours down heavily outside while Hsun Back to the Years faces off against martial artists who accuse her of being an evil villain. She argues back, claiming she only kills those who wronged her and that the so-called heroes are merely mediocre scoundrels in disguise. A senior chastises Hsun for not living up to the legacy of her master, but Hsun retorts that he too has been corrupted by greed and power.

The rain begins pouring down outside as Hsun tries to leave. The group refuses to let her go, leading to a tense standoff. The young man who lost his father challenges her to fight right then. Hsun agrees with disdainful laughter, ready to face them all.

Character bible:

SUMMARY

The rain pours down heavily outside while Hsun Back to the Years faces off against martial artists who accuse her of being an evil villain. She argues back, claiming she only kills those who wronged her and that the so-called heroes are merely mediocre scoundrels in disguise. A senior chastises Hsun for not living up to the legacy of her master, but Hsun retorts that he too has been corrupted by greed and power.

Hsun decides to leave, but the rain begins pouring down heavily outside. The group refuses to let her go, leading to a tense standoff. The young man who lost his father to Hsun's hands challenges her to fight right then. Hsun agrees with disdainful laughter, ready to face them all.

CHARACTERS

Hsun Back to the Years: The main antagonist of the story, she is an exhausted and injured swordsman who has been on the run for years after killing her own master and his disciple. She is arrogant but skilled in swordplay. Her goal seems to be revenge against those who wronged her.

Young Man: Son of Hsun's deceased victim, angry at her for killing his father and seeking revenge. He challenges Hsun when she tries to leave.

Master of the Hall (deceased): Hsun's former master, now dead by her hand. Senior martial artist accusing Hsun of being evil. His legacy is disputed by Hsun.

Unnamed Valley Villagers: The setting is a valley with forests and grasslands, painted in autumn colors as the sun sinks. The sky is gloomy and darkening. Many heroes gathered in pursuit fill the scene.

Hsun Back to the Years: Villainess master swordsman who killed her own master. She is exhausted and injured but still arrogant. Wants revenge on those who wronged her.

Young Man in Crowd (unnamed): Son of the deceased disciple she murdered. Angry at Hsun for killing his father.

Master of the Hall (deceased): Hsun's former master, now dead by her hand. Senior martial artist accusing Hsun of being evil.

SETTING

Unnamed Valley: The scene takes place in a mountain valley with forests and grasslands, painted in autumn colors as the sun sinks. The sky is gloomy and darkening. Many heroes gathered in pursuit fill the scene.

SUMMARY

The rain pours down heavily outside while Hsun Back to the Years faces off against martial artists who accuse her of being an evil villain. She argues back, claiming she only kills those who wronged her and that the so-called heroes are merely mediocre scoundrels in disguise. A senior chastises Hsun for not living up to the legacy of her master, but Hsun retorts that he too has been corrupted by greed and power.

The rain begins pouring down outside as Hsun tries to leave. The group refuses to let her go, leading to a tense standoff. The young man who lost his father challenges her to fight right then. Hsun agrees with disdainful laughter, ready to face them all.

Character bible:

SUMMARY

The rain pours down heavily outside while Hsun Back to the Years faces off against martial artists who accuse her of being an evil villain. She argues back, claiming she only kills those who wronged her and that the so-called heroes are merely mediocre scoundrels in disguise. A senior chastises Hsun for not living up to the legacy of her master, but Hsun retorts that he too has been corrupted by greed and power.

Hsun decides to leave, but the rain begins pouring down heavily outside. The group refuses to let her go, leading to a tense standoff. The young man who lost his father to Hsun's hands challenges her to fight right then. Hsun agrees with disdainful laughter, ready to face them all.

CHARACTERS

Hsun Back to the Years: The main antagonist of the story, she is an exhausted and injured swordsman who has been on the run for years after killing her own master and his disciple. She is arrogant but skilled in swordplay. Her goal seems to be revenge against those who wronged her.

Young Man: Son of Hsun's deceased victim, angry at her for killing his father and seeking revenge. He challenges Hsun when she tries to leave.

Master of the Hall (deceased): Hsun's former master, now dead by her hand. Senior martial artist accusing Hsun of being evil. His legacy is disputed by Hsun.

Unnamed Valley Villagers: The setting is a valley with forests and grasslands, painted in autumn colors as the sun sinks. The sky is gloomy and darkening. Many heroes gathered in pursuit fill the scene.

Hsun Back to the Years: Villainess master swordsman who killed her own master. She is exhausted and injured but still arrogant. Wants revenge on those who wronged her.

Young Man in Crowd (unnamed): Son of the deceased disciple she murdered. Angry at Hsun for killing his father.

Master of the Hall (deceased): Hsun's former master, now dead by her hand. Senior martial artist accusing Hsun of being evil.

SETTING

Unnamed Valley: The scene takes place in a mountain valley with forests and grasslands, painted in autumn colors as the sun sinks. The sky is gloomy and darkening. Many heroes gathered in pursuit fill the scene.

SUMMARY

The rain pours down heavily outside while Hsun Back to the Years faces off against martial artists who accuse her of being an evil villain. She argues back, claiming she only kills those who wronged her and that the so-called heroes are merely mediocre scoundrels in disguise. A senior chastises Hsun for not living up to the legacy of her master, but Hsun retorts that he too has been corrupted by greed and power.

The rain begins pouring down outside as Hsun tries to leave. The group refuses to let her go, leading to a tense standoff. The young man who lost his father challenges her to fight right then. Hsun agrees with disdainful laughter, ready to face them all.

Character bible:

SUMMARY

The rain pours down heavily outside while Hsun Back to the Years faces off against martial artists who accuse her of being an evil villain. She argues back, claiming she only kills those who wronged her and that the so-called heroes are merely mediocre scoundrels in disguise. A senior chastises Hsun for not living up to the legacy of her master, but Hsun retorts that he too has been corrupted by greed and power.

Hsun decides to leave, but the rain begins pouring down heavily outside. The group refuses to let her go, leading to a tense standoff. The young man who lost his father to Hsun's hands challenges her to fight right then. Hsun agrees with disdainful laughter, ready to face them all.

CHARACTERS

Hsun Back to the Years: The main antagonist of the story, she is an exhausted and injured swordsman who has been on the run for years after killing her own master and his disciple. She is arrogant but skilled in swordplay. Her goal seems to be revenge against those who wronged her.

Young Man: Son of Hsun's deceased victim, angry at her for killing his father and seeking revenge. He challenges Hsun when she tries to leave.

Master of the Hall (deceased): Hsun's former master, now dead by her hand. Senior martial artist accusing Hsun of being evil. His legacy is disputed by Hsun.

Unnamed Valley Villagers: The setting is a valley with forests and grasslands, painted in autumn colors as the sun sinks. The sky is gloomy and darkening. Many heroes gathered in pursuit fill the scene.

Hsun Back to the Years: Villainess master swordsman who killed her own master. She is exhausted and injured but still arrogant. Wants revenge on those who wronged her.

Young Man in Crowd (unnamed): Son of the deceased disciple she murdered. Angry at Hsun for killing his father.

Master of the Hall (deceased): Hsun's former master, now dead by her hand. Senior martial artist accusing Hsun of being evil.

SETTING

Unnamed Valley: The scene takes place in a mountain valley with forests and grasslands, painted in autumn colors as the sun sinks. The sky is gloomy and darkening. Many heroes gathered in pursuit fill the scene.

SUMMARY

The rain pours down heavily outside while Hsun Back to the Years faces off against martial artists who accuse her of being an evil villain. She argues back, claiming she only kills those who wronged her and that the so-called heroes are merely mediocre scoundrels in disguise. A senior chastises Hsun for not living up to the legacy of her master, but Hsun retorts that he too has been corrupted by greed and power.

The rain begins pouring down outside as Hsun tries to leave. The group refuses to let her go, leading to a tense standoff. The young man who lost his father challenges her to fight right then. Hsun agrees with disdainful laughter, ready to face them all.

Character bible:

SUMMARY

The rain pours down heavily outside while Hsun Back to the Years faces off against martial artists who accuse her of being an evil villain. She argues back, claiming she only kills those who wronged her and that the so-called heroes are merely mediocre scoundrels in disguise. A senior chastises Hsun for not living up to the legacy of her master, but Hsun retorts that he too has been corrupted by greed and power.

Hsun decides to leave, but the rain begins pouring down heavily outside. The group refuses to let her go, leading to a tense standoff. The young man who lost his father to Hsun's hands challenges her to fight right then. Hsun agrees with disdainful laughter, ready to face them all.

CHARACTERS

Hsun Back to the Years: The main antagonist of the story, she is an exhausted and injured swordsman who has been on the run for years after killing her own master and his disciple. She is arrogant but skilled in swordplay. Her goal seems to be revenge against those who wronged her.

Young Man: Son of Hsun's deceased victim, angry at her for killing his father and seeking revenge. He challenges Hsun when she tries to leave.

Master of the Hall (deceased): Hsun's former master, now dead by her hand. Senior martial artist accusing Hsun of being evil. His legacy is disputed by Hsun.

Unnamed Valley Villagers: The setting is a valley with forests and grasslands, painted in autumn colors as the sun sinks. The sky is gloomy and darkening. Many heroes gathered in pursuit fill the scene.

Hsun Back to the Years: Villainess master swordsman who killed her own master. She is exhausted and injured but still arrogant. Wants revenge on those who wronged her.

Young Man in Crowd (unnamed): Son of the deceased disciple she murdered. Angry at Hsun for killing his father.

Master of the Hall (deceased): Hsun's former master, now dead by her hand. Senior martial artist accusing Hsun of being evil.

SETTING

Unnamed Valley: The scene takes place in a mountain valley with forests and grasslands, painted in autumn colors as the sun sinks. The sky is gloomy and darkening. Many heroes gathered in pursuit fill the scene.

SUMMARY

The rain pours down heavily outside while Hsun Back to the Years faces off against martial artists who accuse her of being an evil villain. She argues back, claiming she only kills those who wronged her and that the so-called heroes are merely mediocre scoundrels in disguise. A senior chastises Hsun for not living up to the legacy of her master, but Hsun retorts that he too has been corrupted by greed and power.

The rain begins pouring down outside as Hsun tries to leave. The group refuses to let her go, leading to a tense standoff. The young man who lost his father challenges her to fight right then. Hsun agrees with disdainful laughter, ready to face them all.

Character bible:

SUMMARY

The rain pours down heavily outside while Hsun Back to the Years faces off against martial artists who accuse her of being an evil villain. She argues back, claiming she only kills those who wronged her and that the so-called heroes are merely mediocre scoundrels in disguise. A senior chastises Hsun for not living up to the legacy of her master, but Hsun retorts that he too has been corrupted by greed and power.

Hsun decides to leave, but the rain begins pouring down heavily outside. The group refuses to let her go, leading to a tense standoff. The young man who lost his father to Hsun's hands challenges her to fight right then. Hsun agrees with disdainful laughter, ready to face them all.

CHARACTERS

Hsun Back to the Years: The main antagonist of the story, she is an exhausted and injured swordsman who has been on the run for years after killing her own master and his disciple. She is arrogant but skilled in swordplay. Her goal seems to be revenge against those who wronged her.

Young Man: Son of Hsun's deceased victim, angry at her for killing his father and seeking revenge. He challenges Hsun when she tries to leave.

Master of the Hall (deceased): Hsun's former master, now dead by her hand. Senior martial artist accusing Hsun of being evil. His legacy is disputed by Hsun.

Unnamed Valley Villagers: The setting is a valley with forests and grasslands, painted in autumn colors as the sun sinks. The sky is gloomy and darkening. Many heroes gathered in pursuit fill the scene.

Hsun Back to the Years: Villainess master swordsman who killed her own master. She is exhausted and injured but still arrogant. Wants revenge on those who wronged her.

Young Man in Crowd (unnamed): Son of the deceased disciple she murdered. Angry at Hsun for killing his father.

Master of the Hall (deceased): Hsun's former master, now dead by her hand. Senior martial artist accusing Hsun of being evil.

SETTING

Unnamed Valley: The scene takes place in a mountain valley with forests and grasslands, painted in autumn colors as the sun sinks. The sky is gloomy and darkening. Many heroes gathered in pursuit fill the scene.

SUMMARY

The rain pours down heavily outside while Hsun Back to the Years faces off against martial artists who accuse her of being an evil villain. She argues back, claiming she only kills those who wronged her and that the so-called heroes are merely mediocre scoundrels in disguise. A senior chastises Hsun for not living up to the legacy of her master, but Hsun retorts that he too has been corrupted by greed and power.

The rain begins pouring down outside as Hsun tries to leave. The group refuses to let her go, leading to a tense standoff. The young man who lost his father challenges her to fight right then. Hsun agrees with disdainful laughter, ready to face them all.

第4章 Chapter 4

Young swordsman with heavy heart did not vent his temper on her, but instead took out a few coins from his waist and threw them over without even looking.

"Many thanks, Sir Knight!" The little beggar grinned widely and kept bowing, "Sir Knight really is kind-hearted. I haven't eaten for two days! Though this humble one called you, Sir, not for the silver, but to ask if you would like to buy a sword. Top-notch treasure blade! And there's also a sword manual, just waiting for the rightful successor!"

The burly man along with him was quite impatient, believing this girl was spouting nonsense and wanting to chase her away quickly. The young swordsman paused briefly before asking curiously, "What sword manual?"

The little beggar glanced around, mysteriously beckoning them over to the roadside, randomly picking up a stone, drawing on the ground.

She couldn't write properly with no brush, relying only on rough sketches. Only after she finished did they recognize what that character was. Instantly they were stunned speechless, breath hitched.

The little beggar lifted her head at this moment and their faces had already returned to normal. The burly man had put on a better disguise; his features were naturally rugged, coldness flashed in his eyes, bringing an inherent ferocity that concealed any tell-tale signs. The young swordsman's mouth was stiff at the corners as he smiled at her, a trace of difficulty.

The little beggar was very adept at reading expressions and this was how she stayed alive; where could she not detect their change? Her heart tightened sharply, sensing an intense dangerous aura. Amidst swirling thoughts, she still maintained a calm facade.

She immediately erased the character on the ground until no trace remained.

The young swordsman exchanged a quick glance with his companion and asked casually, "Whose sword is this?"

He didn't ask for reasons, being certain it was someone else's property.

The little beggar smiled profusely as she swallowed back her original speech. Rubbing her hands together, she randomly blurted out an excuse saying: "I thought you were a good person, so I'll tell you the truth. It's from an old grandpa in the village. He usually goes up to the mountains to gather herbs and two days ago he found this thing on the roadside, not knowing how to use it. I said since there are big shots in the city, why don't we come ask? Sir Knight, is this valuable?"

The young swordsman's expression turned grave as he remained silent. Seeming not good at lying, his companion already spoke with disdain: "This piece of trash can be worth what? You better keep it as a treasure yourself!"

As he was about to turn away, he was held back by the young swordsman.

"You're so eager, why are you in such a hurry?" The young swordsman said. "You've got an ass full of dogshit farts, but if you go back now, you'll still be sleeping poorly."

The burly man could only stay unwillingly after this.

"You from where found this piece of trash? Since you want to sell it, the thing better be shown first." The burly man's aura was menacing, half-intimidating and half-questioning. "You little monkey, are you playing us?"

The little beggar pretended to be scared as she shrank back her neck, nodding incessantly in agreement: "I hid it away because such a precious thing, I dare not bring around with me. Sir Knight wants to see, I'll go get it now."

The burly man stood tall and looked down at her, gripping her shoulders tightly with his big hands as if afraid she'd escape.

"Enough, we'll accompany you there." The burly man shoved her forward. "Lead the way."

The little beggar hesitated to move, after a long struggle in her heart, she opened her mouth and said with eyes closed: "That won't do, You want to come along and I won't go get it then. I'm just an ignorant child, Sir Knight, please bear with me."

The burly man sneered: "Afraid we'll snatch your thing?"

The little beggar's eyes were brimming with tears as she pitifully gazed at the young swordsman. Fear was seven parts real, three parts fake.

The swordsman couldn't bear it and said: "You go quickly, we'll wait for you in the alley across."

The burly man was a bit anxious but there were fish and dragons mixed together, eyes everywhere around them; he also didn't dare to speak more, worried about attracting other people's attention.

The little beggar wiped her nose with her sleeve, nodded: "Okay!"

She ran off two steps before turning back. Looking hesitantly, she pleaded weakly: "I-I'll come back quickly, two Sir Knights please definitely don't leave ah."

The swordsman nodded: "Go then."

The little beggar scurried around the street corner, looked back to confirm they hadn't followed, and ran away like a thief on the loose. Crawling out from a doghole in the city wall, not daring to stop even for a moment.

When she finally returned to the temple, her clothes were half wet again. She collapsed onto the floor breathing hard, reflecting after a while only to feel an inexplicable shudder.

The moonlight on the roof beams was like frost, and the long night had silently come upon them.

The injured woman still lay there as before, half of her body covered by the shadow of the leaky window. The little beggar glanced over at her, feeling strangely irritated for no reason. But she couldn't muster up enough strength to crawl over, so she could only glare and bare her teeth at her while cursing.

Soon this inexplicable emotion faded away, leaving behind only a hollow and boring coldness. The little beggar stared blankly at the roof, her mind wandering aimlessly, slowly closing her eyes.

Before falling asleep, she thought to herself: This world really has no good people.

When she woke up again, the howling northwest wind was beating against the door panels with mournful wails unceasing.

She heard the clattering of her own teeth, almost believing she'd freeze to death in her sleep. She dared not close her eyes again and struggled up from the ground. First curling into a ball, shivering for a while before realizing that was futile; then she got back up, hunching over as she stomped her feet to drive away the cold.

But it didn't work at all, the chill seemed to seep in everywhere, nearly freezing her bones solid.

It hadn't even reached winter yet, so why was Heaven so cruel?

The little beggar counted under her breath, grabbed some hay from the ground and stuffed it inside her clothes, making futile efforts that appeared utterly useless.

Last year she still had a paper jacket. When she went out begging, someone stole it away from her. All through winter, she buried herself in a pile of broken wooden boards. Unconscious yet somehow surviving miraculously.

It was probably just as cold back then.

The little beggar ran to the window. Outside there was an ancient gnarled tree, propped up by its twisted roots, standing firm even though it should have fallen long ago.

She looked up at it, staring at the vast night sky above. Her vision was blurred with moisture and all she could see were white patches everywhere. Only a lonely moon floating on a branch, distant stars dimly shining without luster.

The longer she looked, the more she thought those patches of moisture in the distance were snow about to fall.

But there was no snow.

Perhaps today wasn't as cold as last year after all.

The little beggar's heart suddenly became very calm. She felt like she might not make it through this winter that hadn't even arrived yet because she had gotten colder now.

She huddled in the corner, stuffed her hands into her clothes to warm them up while the howling wind gradually subsided. Amidst the sound of her own heavy breathing, she seemed to hear some faint groans.

She thought it was just an illusion at first but reacted after a moment, realizing there wasn't only herself in this temple.

The little beggar crept closer and discovered the woman's face was flushed red as if on fire. When she touched her, she was indeed burning hot.

She leaped back like she had been burnt by something dirty, rubbing her hands frantically while cursing: "Hey, dog thing! Don't you dare give me any plague disease to catch! Dead here without anyone burying your corpse!"

No one answered.

She stood there hesitantly for a moment before realizing that wasn't an illusion after all.

第5章 Chapter 5

The little beggar learned the habit of the Jianghu people, bowing her hands and asking Hsun Back to the Years for a courtesy.

This one board, one eye action, plus the flamboyant smiling expression, was like a play that was not solemn and dignified at all.

That slick-headed, sharp-mouthed little actor, with a face full of humility and a thick resentment hidden within, spoke clearly word by word: "Knight-errant, I am only a wretched creature. You kill me, it's not worth it. Is such a big man like you afraid to see a stray dog barking on the street, killing it for your sake as a gentleman?"

Hsun Back to the Years savored the taste and heard in her ears the mockery that had been meticulously polished.

Compared to the ant-like thing begging desperately underfoot just now, this little yellow-haired boy who dared to raise his head and look at her was more like a ferocious wolfhound indifferent to life and death.

With sharp claws, sharp temper

And contempt for the mundane world.

Hsun Back to the Years inexplicably felt some melancholy. She seemed to see some blurred shadows from herself. But that feeling was as empty and distant as a mirage, and she couldn't find any foundation at all.

Because her brain was completely blank, remembering nothing at all.

Hsun Back to the Years tightened her grip on the sword handle, saying evenly: "You're not still going to sell me, are you?"

The little beggar used force to pull his mouth, laughing and begging: "My little mouth, full of foul language, how can you take it seriously? I'll give you three solid kowtows right now. You, sir, be magnanimous!"

Having said that, he knelt down neatly, "Boom boom boom" toward her, the sound was indeed devout.

Hsun Back to the Years for a moment thought she had died, this girl was paying respects at an ancestor's grave.

This monkey-like girl knocked her head again and again, but still didn't hear Hsun Back to the Years say stop, so she stopped herself. Squatting into a ball on the ground, staring wide-eyed with her peripheral vision.

When she discovered that Hsun Back to the Years was looking at her intently, she wasn't afraid either, but turned her head, exposing her broken forehead, and asked slyly: "Are you angry yet?"

Hsun Back to the Years smiled.

Even though this person in front of him put on an unparalleled rogue's appearance, Hsun Back to the Years' mood at this moment was actually not very irritated, but just a bit of helplessness.

There were many greedy and vulgar people in the world. They didn't only have thin virtue and narrow mindedness, they also wanted to leave behind a good name for generations.

Compared to them, what was a little beggar who couldn't even make much waves in the mud?

She simply lived more freely and uninhibitedly, her true face exposed.

Hsun Back to the Years said: "I'm not angry."

She was now in a state of mild and warm gaze, but the little beggar didn't believe a single word of hers.

Hsun Back to the Years observed her expression, and asked back: "Do I look like I'm angry?"

The little beggar hesitated for a moment, covered her neck, carefully saying: "I don't know if you're angry or not. But I am afraid. You, Knight-errant, when you laugh like this, are you thinking of chopping me up and slicing me like cutting melons and vegetables?"

Hsun Back to the Years was fresh: "How? Are you so afraid of me?"

The little beggar had no spirit and sighed weakly: "I'm just a kid. You're an adult, and you're a big man with a sword. Of course I'm afraid of you."

"Oh, so you are afraid to die." Hsun Back to the Years seemed to have heard a joke, looking at him meaningfully, "Doing things to seek death is something that hasn't been done less, but your mouth has no clean words at all."

The little beggar rolled his eyes: "I'm also afraid of suffering. This thief heaven, it's not like I'd live longer if I was afraid of it. If I'm not happy, I have to curse people."

Hsun Back to the Years shook her head and said: "You are not afraid of death. Those who passively survive are not afraid of death. For you, it's just that living is better than dying."

The little beggar ignored him, only feeling that these big people all loved to say some self-righteous big words. When had they ever put the thoughts of the beggars on the street in their hearts? Their small life was in her hands, she wouldn't argue with them either, and they would follow along blindly.

"Little magpie, you are really a person who can do great things."

The little beggar hurriedly began to kowtow again, saying humbly: "Don't dare, don't dare."

"I won't kill you." Hsun Back to the Years no longer teased her, leaning back against the wall, and said something to give her peace of mind, "I don't kill children."

The little beggar was half-believing and half-doubting: "Is that true?"

She felt that her whole head was now cold.

Hsun Back to the Years hugged the sword in her arms, her face pale, and closed her eyes to rest.

The little beggar observed for a while, seeing that she didn't seem to be lying, really not intending to pay attention to herself. She slowly moved her body, changing from kneeling to sitting, moving backwards bit by bit.

Her knees were numb from kneeling, rubbing them with her clothes, but it was still very painful. The tears also flowed down. Then she stuck her frozen face against it. After a while, when the pain had subsided a little, she looked back at the sword master across from her again.

The gray night was like an endless silver river between the two of them. With her vision, nothing could be seen clearly.

It should have been the same as always, but this stillness in the temple made her very uncomfortable.

Perhaps it was because the distance between the two people gave her a kind of subtle sense of security that the little beggar called out tentatively several times, and finally asked: "Knight-errant?"

Hsun Back to the Years opened her eyes halfway and lazily looked at her. After waiting for a while without hearing her speak, she indifferently uttered a word: "Say."

The little beggar hurriedly asked: "What character is carved on your sword?"

Hsun Back to the Years answered concisely: "My name."

The little beggar who was still harboring a trace of hope immediately felt that the sky and earth were spinning, knowing that she had spoiled something today. If not for the fact that she ran away fast enough, her little life would have been hard to save.

——Which martial artist in the world would carve their name on their sword? How? Is it afraid of being lost?

The little beggar opened his mouth wide and wanted to speak, but couldn't direct his anger at Hsun Back to the Years. He turned his head to the old sky outside the door, making a devout kowtow, mumbling to himself.

Hsun Back to the Years turned her head and asked strangely: "What are you doing?"

The little beggar licked his bitter tongue: "I used to beg the old sky for money. The old sky took me as farting. I thought that he finally had a good mood, remembered me, and suddenly threw down a thousand taels of yellow gold. Too bad I was too thin, couldn't hold it, almost died from this wealth. I begged the old sky, just forget about it, give me some food to eat."

Hsun Back to the Years was silent for a moment before asking: "What is that thousand taels of yellow gold?"

She exhaled and said: "I am blessed by heaven, I can hold it. Say it."

The little beggar: "…………"

Hsun Back to the Years observed her carefully, put down her hand that had been rubbing the sword scabbard all this time, and said playfully: "You are so afraid of what? I didn't even scare you, nor did I say that I was going to kill you now."

"Look at what you're saying." The little beggar patted his two legs with both hands, rubbing the frail body that seemed as if it could be picked up by a hand, bending his back and bowing his head, saying respectfully, "In the future, you also can't kill me ah. Be careful to dirty your sword."

Hsun Back to the Years praised him sincerely: "Little sparrow, you are really a person who can do great things."

The little beggar hurriedly began to kowtow again, saying humbly: "Don't dare, don't dare."

"I won't kill you." Hsun Back to the Years no longer teased her, leaning back against the wall, and said something to give her peace of mind, "I don't kill children."

The little beggar was half-believing and half-doubting: "Is that true?"

She felt that her whole head was now cold.

Hsun Back to the Years hugged the sword in her arms, her face pale, and closed her eyes to rest.

The little beggar observed for a while, seeing that she didn't seem to be lying, really not intending to pay attention to herself. She slowly moved her body, changing from kneeling to sitting, moving backwards bit by bit.

Her knees were numb from kneeling, rubbing them with her clothes, but it was still very painful. The tears also flowed down. Then she stuck her frozen face against it. After a while, when the pain had subsided a little, she looked back at the sword master across from her again.

The gray night was like an endless silver river between the two of them. With her vision, nothing could be seen clearly.

It should have been the same as always, but this stillness in the temple made her very uncomfortable.

Perhaps it was because the distance between the two people gave her a kind of subtle sense of security that the little beggar called out tentatively several times, and finally asked: "Knight-errant?"

第6章 Chapter 6

"Hsun Back to the Years! I want your life!" The young man's voice was filled with hatred and vengeance as he pointed his sword at Hsun.

The rain poured down harder, drenching both of them. Hsun's face remained calm despite her injuries. She said nothing, only glared back defiantly.

"You killed my father! Now it's time for you to pay!"

Hsun laughed coldly in response. "You're just a fool. If you want my life, then come and take it."

The young man charged forward with his sword raised high above his head. Hsun met him halfway, parrying every blow with lightning-fast reflexes.

Their swords clashed again and again as they fought under the pouring rain. The crowd watched in awe at their skill levels; even those who hated Hsun could not help but be impressed by her prowess.

Suddenly, Hsun saw an opening and lunged forward quickly, piercing through the young man's chest with her sword.

The young man fell back, clutching his chest as blood seeped between his fingers. He looked up at Hsun one last time before dying on the spot.

Hsun stood over him coldly without any remorse or regret. She knew that this was just the beginning of more conflicts to come; her reputation would continue attracting unwanted attention from people like this young man who sought revenge for their losses against Hsun's swordsmanship.

第7章 Chapter 7

The young general stood in front of the clientel, his eyes sweeping across them with a look of contempt. His voice was calm and steady as he spoke.

"Your master is already dead," he said. "Her legacy has been disputed for so long now that it would be futile to argue against us."

He turned and walked away without waiting for an answer, leaving the others behind in stunned silence. The young general had a reputation of being ruthless and cruel towards those who dared defy him or his men.

The next morning, he woke up early before dawn broke over the mountainside where Hsun was located. He rode swiftly down into the valley on horseback, accompanied by several dozen soldiers carrying various weapons such as spears and bows. They stopped near an inn in town which had been their base camp since arriving at this location.

The young general dismounted from his horse while ordering a few of his men to wait outside for him before entering the building alone through its front door. Upon seeing them arrive, one of the innkeepers approached him nervously asking what they were looking for in town; he replied that they wanted information regarding Hsun and if anyone knew where she was staying. The innkeeper seemed confused at first but quickly remembered hearing some rumors about a mysterious woman with black hair who had stayed there before leaving without paying any bill or tip; he then mentioned another person called "Little Beggar" who might know more details about her whereabouts since they were quite close friends.

The young general thanked him for the information and left to find Little Beggar. He asked around town until someone pointed towards a narrow alley behind some houses lined up along one side of the street; as soon as he stepped inside, he saw Hsun sitting on a stool near an old tree eating something from her pocket while wearing ragged clothes that were torn and dirty looking very poor indeed compared to what she usually wore during battles with him back then.

Hsun looked up when she heard footsteps approaching from behind, but did not turn around; instead, she just kept chewing slowly on whatever was left in her mouth without showing any emotion or reaction whatsoever towards the sight of this enemy who had once killed many of their friends and family members years ago before becoming rivals now standing right next to them again after so long.

第8章 Chapter 8

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第9章 Chapter 9

Hsun Back to the Years walked down a street in the city, her steps quickened when she saw several martial artists heading her way. She changed direction and entered an alleyway.

At the end of the alley was an old abandoned inn. The courtyard was overgrown with weeds and the roof had holes. Hsun Back to the Years jumped up, grabbed onto a broken window sill, swung herself inside.

She found an empty room on the first floor and sat down. It had been many years since she last set foot in this place.

The sound of rain pattered outside her door as she recalled the past. Her former master had once lived here. Back then he was young and promising. Now, only the sound of the rain remained.

She thought back to when she first arrived at the inn, a girl with no family or home. She'd been taken in by the innkeeper's wife who saw something special in her eyes. Years passed and eventually Hsun Back to the Years left for martial arts training under Master Hall.

But Master Hall had been cruel - he beat her when she couldn't master his techniques fast enough, and made her clean outhouses and sweep floors like a slave girl. One day, after taking yet another beating, Hsun Back to the Years snapped and killed him with her bare hands.

After killing him, she felt no remorse or guilt only liberation. From that moment on, she vowed never again bow down before anyone else or let them control her life.

The rain began to fall harder as if trying to wash away all memory of her past life here at this inn.

Outside, several martial artists were arguing loudly with each other about Hsun Back to the Years. A young man shouted out angrily saying "she killed my father! I'll avenge him!"

Hsun Back to the Years laughed coldly inside knowing they were searching for her everywhere including in this very alleyway where she hid right now.

She walked over to the door and listened carefully before opening it quietly. Her sharp eyes scanned their faces one by one until finding who she was looking for - an old acquaintance named Xing Rongshan, who had betrayed her years ago but somehow survived her sword back then.

Xing Rongshan's face turned pale seeing Hsun Back to the Years again after so many years.

He stammered out "you... you're here! You didn't die!"

Hsun Back to the Years replied coldly, "I won't die until I've killed everyone who wronged me."

Xing Rongshan trembled and tried to run away but Hsun Back to the Years quickly grabbed him by his collar. She dragged him back inside with her sword already out ready for battle.

The rain pelted down outside as they fought fiercely within this old abandoned inn - each blow echoing through empty rooms like ghosts from their past lives together here all those years ago...

第10章 Chapter 10

The night was dark and silent, only broken by the occasional howling of wolves in the distance. Hsun Back to the Years lay in her bed, unable to sleep due to a nagging pain in her chest.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps outside her door. Someone was approaching!

Hsun quickly grabbed her sword and hid under the covers, pretending to be asleep.

The door opened, and Xing Rongshan entered, holding a candle. He walked over to Hsun's bed and stared at her for a long moment before speaking in a low voice.

"Don't pretend, I know you're awake," he said coldly. "You always were a light sleeper."

Hsun slowly sat up, glaring at Xing with icy eyes. "What are you doing here?" she hissed. "Didn't get enough of your beating earlier today?"

Xing laughed harshly and raised the candle to look at Hsun's face more closely. "You're a tough one," he sneered. "I knew you wouldn't die that easily."

Hsun lunged out from under the covers with her sword, aiming for Xing's throat. But he was ready and swiftly blocked her attack.

"You're injured!" Xing taunted. "You don't stand a chance against me now!"

The two fought fiercely in the darkness of Hsun's room, their swords clashing loudly as they traded blows back and forth.

Xing managed to disarm Hsun and kick her onto her bed again. He raised his sword to finish her off when suddenly there was a flash of lightning outside the window.

A young girl named Little Beggar appeared in the doorway with a candlestick. She stared wide-eyed at Xing's backlit figure looming over Hsun on the bed.

Xing spun around, startled by Little Beggar's sudden appearance. "Who are you?" he growled angrily.

"I...I'm just here to help clean up..." Little Beggar stammered nervously, shrinking back against the door frame.

Hsun seized the opportunity and grabbed her fallen sword off the floor, lunging at Xing once more with renewed strength.

Xing parried Hsun's thrusts desperately as they fought around Little Beggar who watched in terror from the doorway. Blood flowed freely from both their wounds but neither seemed ready to quit fighting yet.

Just then a loud crash sounded outside! Several men burst into the room, wielding swords and knives!

It was the martial artists that Hsun had beaten earlier today – they must have followed her here!

"Get them!" one shouted. "Take revenge for our master!"

Xing immediately dropped his guard against Hsun and turned to face these new attackers with a wild grin on his face.

Hsun grabbed Little Beggar by the arm, dragging her backwards out of harm's way as all hell broke loose!

Swords clashed and men screamed in agony while blood splattered across the walls. Xing fought like a madman against three attackers at once but was slowly being overwhelmed due to his injuries from earlier.

Hsun quickly swept up Little Beggar into her arms, carrying her away from this violent scene as she ran out of the room and into another empty one nearby...

Little Beggar sobbed hysterically in Hsun's arms while screaming for help.

Hsun gently stroked the girl’s hair and whispered comforting words but Little Beggar couldn't calm down or stop shaking.

Outside, Xing had fallen to his knees, grievously wounded by multiple swords yet still struggling to stay conscious long enough to kill those attacking him...

The fight raged on fiercely until finally everyone lay exhausted and dying on the floor in pools of their own blood...

Little Beggar clutched tightly at Hsun's sleeve, crying uncontrollably as she stared in horror at all these dead people lying around them!

Hsun hugged Little Beggar closer, murmuring soothing words into her ear while stroking her head gently.

The night was over. The full moon hung low above the broken windows of this abandoned inn - a silent witness to the bloody battle that had just occurred within its walls...

第11章 Chapter 11

Chapter 11: The Abandoned Inn

Hsun Back to the Years enters an old abandoned inn, recalling memories from 20 years ago when she arrived here alone and was taken in by the innkeeper's wife. She trained under Master Hall but he turned cruel over time until Hsun killed him with her bare hands. This moment of liberation freed her from his tyranny.

Years later, Hsun Back to the Years seeks revenge against those who wronged her past life at this inn - specifically Xing Rongshan who betrayed her many years ago and survived her sword back then. She finds him among a group arguing loudly about her outside in the alleyway. After dragging him inside ready for battle, Hsun fights fiercely with Xing while remembering ghosts from their past together here all those years ago...

CHARACTERS

Hsun Back to the Years: Main villainess master swordsman who killed her own master for revenge 20 years ago at this inn. She is arrogant, skilled in swordplay, injured and exhausted.

Little Beggar: Street urchin who follows Hsun back to her room at the inn. She gets dragged into a violent fight when martial artists attack the inn.

Young Man (unnamed): Son of Hsun's deceased disciple, angry at her for killing his father and seeking revenge. He challenges Hsun when she tries to leave.

Master of the Hall (deceased): Hsun's former master who was cruel to her 20 years ago until she killed him with her bare hands.

Xing Rongshan: Old acquaintance who betrayed Hsun but survived her sword back then. Seeing Hsun again after so many years causes his face to pale.

SETTING

Unnamed City: Filled with people going about daily lives, including martial artists searching for Hsun Back to the Years.

Old Abandoned Inn: Abandoned inn in city alleyway where Hsun hides. It has an overgrown courtyard and holes in its roof.

第12章 Chapter 12

The path to the old abandoned temple was familiar to the little beggar girl; she could walk it blindfolded a thousand times. Yet this time, her steps were slower than before, as stabbing pains from her abdominal wound occasionally made her wince and break her concentration.

Halfway there, she stopped for breath. The temple had been abandoned for years, with no trace of human presence save for overgrown weeds choking the path. Three days prior, when Hsun dragged her to that place, all the girl did was push aside some grass so they could pass through easily; now however, the vegetation along the road was neatly trimmed back by a blade, leaving fresh stumps.

The little beggar took a step backwards and just as she turned around to leave, someone grabbed her from behind.

The man who seized her had an impressive physique, all hard muscles. When she tried elbowing him in the face, it only felt like striking against a solid wall. Before she could call out for help, his hand came up fast to muffle her mouth.

She gaped wide open and sank her teeth into his fingers.

"Dammit!" the man cried out in pain as he released her from his grip; but instead of giving her a chance to flee or even cry out again, he slapped her hard across her right cheek with enough force that stars exploded before her eyes. The strike was brutal - far more so than yesterday's beating at the hands of those weakling beggars.

Seeing that she had passed out from the blow, he didn't bother showing mercy; checking only briefly to make sure there was still breath left in her body before hoisting her over his shoulder like a sack of grain and carrying her off with long purposeful strides down an unfamiliar path until they arrived at some isolated cave opening where he dumped her unceremoniously onto the ground.

Hsun woke up groggy from what seemed like just moments later; but when she looked around, there was no sign of the little beggar girl. She tidied up their things and prepared to move everything over to the old temple - stacking useful items together neatly, setting aside some planks of wood along with dry grass as kindling for fire. Then picking up the hidden money pouch inside before leaving under cover of her wide-brimmed hat and giving a firm kick at the wooden door which swung open easily despite its age.

To Hsun's surprise when she arrived at their destination, no one was there waiting inside as expected; instead she found an odd assortment of men’s footprints scattered haphazardly outside without seeing any fresh ones belonging to her missing companion. Sitting down on the threshold step by step while waiting patiently for a moment or two more before deciding finally that it was time again leave.

Hsun walked along the mountain path down towards the river side in search of someone else nearby; after walking some distance further ahead, she spotted something dark floating mid-river from afar. Her heart skipped several beats at once as her gaze landed on what appeared to be a human figure afloat there.

She used up all her remaining energy reserves without hesitation; using internal strength to rush forward swiftly across the water surface with each leap and landing gracefully after leaping several times in succession until she reached close enough. Then she extended one arm outwards and snatched that person’s collar with unmatched agility, pulling them back onto land where they landed heavily together on their knees.

Once Hsun recognized him as a young man instead of the child she'd been searching for all this time, relief washed over her halfway through; but when she hit his chest lightly several times causing him to cough up mouthfuls of water, before finally tapping two fingers against his neck and feeling his pulse still intact beneath her touch - well that was good too!

"Still alive," Hsun commented wryly while looking down at him with an amused expression on her face; "young people these days have such strong bodies compared to old turtles living in ponds."

After cutting the ropes binding the young man's limbs free, she found herself seeing stars once again due to dizziness from exertion. She was already quite weak and exhausted before that episode; now with added fatigue after using up even more energy earlier, her vision began swimming dangerously before her eyes.

Hsun sat down cross-legged beside him without complaint however; asking calmly as though nothing much had happened: “This friend here…where did you come from? Did something happen on your way here? Have you seen a little girl anywhere?”

The young man woke up slowly with tears streaming down his face and sobbing uncontrollably while rambling incoherently for some time before eventually settling into telling the story behind everything that happened.

He said he knew something was wrong when one of their staff didn’t return; after a day without finding him, the innkeeper blamed it on him being too slow to act. So he followed him stealthily only to discover him intending to commit murder. When confronted over hesitating between wanting revenge but still feeling guilty for doing so - his friend called him weak saying he lacked guts and would never amount to anything in life unless he got rid of these weaknesses.

The young man cried harder remembering how they had been close friends for more than ten years before this betrayal; yet now all he could do was watch helplessly as his former comrade tied him up and threw him into the river without even a shred of remorse left between them anymore.

Hsun listened patiently but showed little sympathy towards him either; saying flat out that someone like him wouldn't amount to much in this world anyway given how mediocre everything about him was compared with others. She suggested he should go enlist instead if he really wanted recognition or glory because at least soldiers fighting on battlefields got some respect.

The young man didn’t argue back but seemed disappointed by what Hsun said; getting up on his feet shakily intending to leave when she stopped him again asking once more about whether he had seen any signs of that little girl anywhere nearby during these events or not?

He looked back at her blankly before suddenly kneeling down before her in shock upon realizing who she must be. Then quickly rose back up and started walking off saying something about how he couldn't let things continue happening like this anymore.

Hsun saw him struggling to leave so she grabbed his arm stopping him; then asked him again: “Hey, before you run off into your death quest or whatever - can I ask one last thing? Did anyone tell you anything about seeing a small child around here earlier today?”