A heroic wanderer of the Jianghu, traveling a thousand miles with sword in hand.
Huang Yu, standing behind Bai Yujun, had never once smiled. Mountains and rivers lay shattered, evil demons bred unchecked; the mighty ought to sweep away every fiend with the sharp blades in their hands and restore peace to the world. As one who lived in this world, how could she ignore the land drifting like catkins on the wind?
Yet many powerful cultivators obsessed over treasures, drawing blades against one another without hesitation—some seized them by force, while others gathered together to share and exchange them, turning a blind eye to the suffering of the world.
If not for the chance to learn powerful cultivation techniques by following the two demons,
Huang Yu would have left long ago. She would rather slaughter evil demons than sip tea in tiny mouthfuls.
Bai Yujun looked back and pointed at the meditation cushion beside her with her folding fan, signaling Huang Yu to sit. Her new follower was quite good, but clearly a despairing and lonely Martial Artist. Had she not encountered this divine dragon and had her fate altered, she would likely have died young, never becoming a supreme expert.
Now, her fortune was rising and her destiny had stabilized. Given time, she would surely become a famed chivalrous hero for the ages.
There was a kind of person who entered the Jianghu and became a hero, protecting the Righteous Path of the mortal world. A hero did not necessarily possess martial arts that reached the summit, but their word was law and their deeds bore fruit. The greatest heroes served their country and their people, willing to defend their beliefs with their lives. Only such a person could be called a hero.
Those with wealth and power