The Legend of the Bloodstained Moon

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Unforgettable is that delicate, petite figure, and even more unforgettable are those cold, beautiful, and deeply affectionate eyes. The thirst for revenge and the infatuation with her lover, driven by a madness bordering on cruelty, in this chaotic world, you ignited a long-dormant passion within your heart with an absolute zero temperature. In the world of the Ice City, let us bid farewell to love.
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The clock of history points to the fifteenth year of the Chongzhen Emperor's reign. The once-prosperous Ming Dynasty was already faltering. Due to ineffective governance, popular resentment was boiling, especially after the Tumu Crisis, with years of tyrannical rule by the court, making the people's livelihood even more difficult and unbearable. Rebellions broke out in various places, making this ancient dynasty teeter on the brink of collapse.

Li Chao was born into such a chaotic world. Abandoned by his parents at birth, he later joined the Wudang Sect. Although somewhat mischievous, he was exceptionally intelligent among his fellow disciples and was greatly favored by the sect leader, Master Yun Kong, who often kept him by his side and instructed him in martial arts. Years later, his skills had reached a considerable level. As the war escalated, many martial arts heroes were involuntarily drawn into it, some joining the imperial court, others serving the rebel army; very few managed to extricate themselves. Wudang, a century-old sect, was naturally not immune to being courted, and Master Yunkong had been deeply troubled these past few months. He wasn't usually a stern and unsmiling old man, but the current situation was truly giving him a headache, leaving him with no appetite. Li Chao knew his master's worries but could only diligently practice martial arts, unable to offer any help. Especially after winter set in, several secret imperial edicts from the capital summoning him to an audience were arriving daily. Knowing he couldn't refuse, the master appointed his eldest disciple, Chen Qi'an, as acting sect leader, while he himself took Li Chao to the capital to investigate the situation.

That evening, the master and disciple arrived in the capital, bathed in the afterglow of the sunset. Although war raged and the people suffered, life seemed relatively comfortable under the emperor's rule, with bustling markets everywhere. The bustling crowds on the street did little to ease the Taoist priest's somber expression. Li Chao, on his first long journey, was genuinely excited by the surging crowds, finding everything novel and fascinating. However, his master's worried expression prevented him from making any moves. His master stopped in front of the Junlin Inn, indicating that Li Chao should stay there. The two ordered some food and wine, and after a satisfying meal, the Taoist priest whispered in his ear, "I have some important business to attend to tonight. You stay here and don't wander around. I expect to return around dawn. Remember that." Li Chao nodded in agreement and returned to his room. He lay in bed for about an hour, but tossed and turned. The dazzling world of the capital intrigued him; he longed to experience the enchanting nighttime lights. Besides, his master wouldn't be back for a while. Unable to contain himself any longer, he got up, jumped out of the window, and left the inn.

The prosperity of the ancient city was unparalleled. Li Chao had thoroughly enjoyed the night market, but still wasn't satisfied. He wanted to stroll along the city wall, so he took a side path and walked hurriedly for a while. The further he walked, the fewer people there were. Although the weather was cold, his excitement and quick steps warmed his body. After walking quite a distance, he came to a quiet, narrow alley. The houses on both sides were silent, and he realized it was probably midnight, and people were asleep.

Suddenly, he heard a whooshing sound in his ears. Li Chao immediately judged it to be the sound of a master flying. He quickly opened the window beside him, flipped over, and jumped into the house behind him. It was probably a family's kitchen, empty except for some pots and pans. He landed right in a pile of straw. He then held his breath, trying not to make any noise. Fortunately, there were gaps in the bricks of the walls, so he could clearly observe the situation outside. Soon, a purple figure gracefully landed. Despite the cold winter, the newcomer's clothes were very light, made entirely of fine silk gauze, revealing glimpses of her radiant skin. Although her face was veiled, her alluring curves made her a recognizable young girl even in the darkness. The smoothness of her skin, visible through the purple veil, was dazzling, especially her slender waist, which seemed almost too delicate to be grasped, and her gentle charm was captivating. Before she could even stand still, two monks in robes landed beside her, one on each side. They faced off for a moment, then the girl let out a delicate shout, her right hand suddenly extending a bronze bell bound with purple silk, which shot towards her with a "whoosh." The night was instantly pierced by the purple weapon. Due to its incredible speed, the two monks could only dodge aside, then together reached out to grab the girl. Wudang originated from Shaolin, so Li Chao had heard his master describe some of Shaolin's unique techniques. Judging from their attire, this was undoubtedly a minor grappling technique. The purple-clad girl remained calm and composed, taking a few steps back, her slender waist contracting, and with a leap, she flew over their heads. The two hurriedly turned, but the girl's copper ball was already flying towards their faces. Fortunately, their movements were fast enough to avoid it. However, the Shaolin monks quickly recovered. They took turns throwing punches, one after the other—it was the Eighteen Arhats Fist, a technique requiring eighteen people. The combined power of two was ultimately limited. Although the girl's situation became somewhat precarious, forcing her to retreat, she still managed to maintain her position. Li Chao knew that Shaolin's techniques relied mainly on profound internal energy, and these two monks' cultivation was clearly not particularly high. The woman's agile movements might have unexpected effects. Sure enough, as the girl retreated to the corner, one of the monks thought his chance had come and viciously reached out to grab the girl's cheek. But she sneered, using her back foot to brace herself against a crack in the wall, and gracefully leaped into the air, tracing a purple arc. Having dodged her opponent's attack, her slender fingers plunged straight for the two monks' foreheads. The monk who had attacked was already struggling to defend himself and was in imminent danger; the other was also in dire straits, with little chance of saving his fellow monk. At this critical moment, a cloud of dust suddenly swept between the three of them. Though it was just dust, the immense internal force it carried forced the girl to withdraw her hands and abandon her attack. She too wanted to defeat her opponent in one move, and this sudden turn of events made her response difficult. A few pebbles hissed past her veil, causing the veil to fall carelessly. Li Chao finally saw the girl's face. She was pretty and delicate, her features somewhat obscured by the night, but her high, straight nose still confirmed her beauty. Perhaps not stunningly beautiful, but certainly quite charming. Blood seeped from the scratches on her fair face. Most girls would be very careful about their appearance, but strangely, the girl in purple seemed unconcerned, merely wiping her wound. The two monks hurriedly retreated in the direction from which the dust had come. In the vast darkness, a burly figure finally emerged.

Li Chao was secretly alarmed. The internal energy required to use dust as a hidden weapon was considerable. Shaolin never used hidden weapons; it was highly likely that the attacker, eager to save someone, had hastily used the Vajra Finger technique to repel the enemy. If the three of them hadn't noticed this person due to their focus on the fight, and he himself hadn't even noticed him while in the shadows, this master's lightness skill must be first-rate. The two monks stood guard on either side of the figure, keeping a close eye on the girl. The moon was bright and the stars were few. By the moonlight, Li Chao noticed that he too was wearing a pale yellow kasaya, and his face was ferocious, with a face full of flesh and a deep scar between his brows that was chilling. The four stood in the night wind. Suddenly, the expert in the middle leaped up, like a steel blade, and pounced on the girl. The other two did not move, it seemed that Shaolin still valued the one-on-one rules of the martial world. The girl sneered and unfurled the silk ribbon binding the copper bell once more, making it dance wildly in the air, like a fishing net being cast towards the Shaolin expert. Seeing this, he crouched down and used a sweeping leg in mid-air. The air current carrying pebbles and leaves instantly deflected the girl's weapon. Just as the girl was about to be struck in the vital spot, suddenly, she gracefully stretched her slender waist and flicked the copper bell to the ground. The man, like a snake, used the recoil from the silk ribbon to fly past from the side, avoiding the fatal attack, and landed gracefully on the ground.

Li Chao could sense the high monk's astonished expression. To an outsider, it was unbelievable that three burly men and a frail woman could fight to a standstill, and the failed attack greatly surprised the Shaolin master. But then he roared, like the howl of a wild beast, and the entire quiet alleyway trembled violently. Li Chao, a martial artist himself, was startled and couldn't help but shiver. Two figures, one purple and one yellow, suddenly appeared, clashing and intertwining in the confined space. The woman's silk robes gave her a very large attack and defense radius, and coupled with her agile movements, she moved like a swallow in the forest or a small boat on the waves. Although the Shaolin monk's attacks were fierce, they always felt like a mouse trying to pull a turtle. Seeing this, Li Chao couldn't help but secretly admire the woman. Wudang Tai Chi also emphasized using softness to overcome hardness; today he had seen the gem of another school of thought. However, judging from the Shaolin's moves, almost every strike was fatal. If the girl made the slightest mistake, she would likely be torn to shreds.

Just then, a whooshing sound came from the other end of the alley. This time it was two yellow figures, undoubtedly young women, though their clothing differed from that of Han women—the fabric was slightly thicker. Both wielded curved hand knives, their blades flashing coldly. Though lacking some of the gentleness of women, their shadowy figures exuded a cold and alluring aura. Li Chao had seen the decorations his senior brothers had brought when they traveled beyond the Great Wall, so he knew a little about them, but he didn't know their exact origins. The two women didn't speak, and upon approaching the woman in purple, they attacked her directly. The two women were, of course, more robust than the Han women, and their attacks were far more ruthless. The woman, surrounded by three, was naturally walking on thin ice. Just as the Shaolin master was about to succeed under the cover of the other two, three white beams suddenly shot out from the purple woman's flowing sleeves—presumably hidden weapons for self-defense. However, their speed was slow, and it seemed all three could dodge them.

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