Legend has it that there is a martial arts manuscript Bixie Sword Manual in the house of Lin family, which when learned will give the person god-like speed and power. Thus, whoever manages to master it, will become the conqueror of the martial world...
[A girl leaped out from the cabin of the small boat and stood on the bow smiling. She was dressed in a blue skirt with white flower patterns. Outside the skirt, she had an embroidered apron with many colorful and shinning decorations. By the way she dressed, one can easily tell she was a minority girl.]
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Amid the much drivel from the Peach Valley's Six Fairies, the boat set sail toward the lower reaches of the Yellow River. It was almost the crack of dawn. Clouds of morning mist hovered above the billowing waves, extending infinitely into the far distance, free from inhibition, and creating a magnificent view for the passengers aboard the boat.
Gradually, the morning sun rose above the horizon, casting a golden shine on the boat while reflecting in the river below, creating glistening reflections in the shapes of thousands of snakes. A small boat in the distance hoisted its sail and traveled toward them head-on. Catching the easterly wind, full force, with the cyan sail, the small boat moved swiftly up the stream. The giant picture of a white foot was painted in the middle of the cyan sail. And after the small boat had come closer so that everyone could take a good glimpse at the picture, they all concluded that it was obviously the picture of a female's foot, judging from the fine shape and delicacy it had presented.
"Why would someone paint a foot on the sail? How bizarre?" the Huashan apprentices muttered among themselves.
"This boat most likely belongs to the Bear Duo of the Northern Desert," Branch Fairy announced. "Oops, Madam Yue, Miss Yue, you girls had better watch out! It couldn't have been any clearer – those guys on that boat are fond of eating girl's feet!"
Yue Lingshan spat at him in disgust, yet a slight panic had already started swelling inside her.
Minutes later, the small boat was well within sight, and the passengers on the big boat soon noticed the faint singing coming out of the small boat's cabin. The sound was gentle and soft, and the lyric was peculiar – no one could understand a word of it, while the tonality was so utterly intimate that it didn't sound like singing but rather moaning or groaning. And then, it changed, now more like the sound of a love ritual, ardent and lascivious to the extreme. The many young apprentices of the Huashan School all blushed with embarrassment as Madam Yue grunted in disgust, "What kind of monster is this?"
Suddenly, a girl's sweet voice floated out from inside the small boat, "Is Young Mister Linghu of the Huashan Sword School aboard your boat?"
"Chong, pay no attention to her!" Madam Yue whispered.
"We'd really like to have a good look at Young Mister Linghu if that's alright," the girl asked again, her voice so charming and agreeable as though it had carried some kind of magical power that could sway one's heart.
