{"id":3464,"date":"2026-05-18T13:51:09","date_gmt":"2026-05-18T13:51:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/top-cross-dressing-swordsman-transmigrated-into-a-book-15\/"},"modified":"2026-05-18T13:51:14","modified_gmt":"2026-05-18T13:51:14","slug":"top-cross-dressing-swordsman-transmigrated-into-a-book-15","status":"publish","type":"chapter","link":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/de\/chapter\/top-cross-dressing-swordsman-transmigrated-into-a-book-15\/","title":{"rendered":"Top Cross-dressing Swordsman [Transmigrated into a Book] 15"},"content":{"rendered":"

At night, the moon shone brightly with sparse stars.

The gate of Yushu Manor was knocked upon.

The attendant opened the door and saw a young man standing outside.

The white-clad figure was as pure as snow, with dark hair tied into a high bun.

“You are…?”

“I am a friend of the Young Valley Master of Qinglian Valley. Please announce my arrival.”

“Wait a moment.”

Before long, the attendant returned and led him to the Sword Storage Pool.

Lin Baixiao was already waiting there. In the night, he saw a figure in white robes approaching from the end of the corridor, as clear and bright as the full moon.

As the figure drew closer, he noticed that the young man had exceptionally fine features. His lips were naturally red without any rouge, and his appearance bore some resemblance to Miss Qin. However, his willow-leaf eyebrows had transformed into sword-like brows, and his features were more sharply defined.

His voice was like a clear spring striking against stone: “This junior, Ta Xue, pays respects to Manor Lord Lin.”

Many wandering warriors in the martial world adopt catchy stage names for themselves.

Thus, Lin Baixiao wasn\u2019t surprised either. He merely flicked his fan twice and said, \u201cSince you\u2019re a friend of Miss Qin, you\u2019re also my friend. Since you\u2019ve come to the Hidden Sword Pool, young hero, feel free to pick a weapon that suits you.\u201d

\u201cOr would you like me to introduce some to you?\u201d

\u201cNo need to trouble the master. I\u2019ll look around myself.\u201d After offering a polite bow, Mu Bai turned toward the Hidden Sword Pool.

As he entered the corridor, he sensed someone ambushing around the Hidden Sword Pool, fearing Lin Baixiao might be on guard against him.

The pool was rigged with mechanisms\u2014only members of the Jade Tree Manor could retrieve the swords. At any rate, Mu Baiyuan had never considered taking one by force.

At this moment, the crescent moon hung low, casting faint light over hundreds of swords quietly embedded in the pool. Though dim, their outlines were still discernible.

Some resembled unremarkable black iron, plain and simple; others dazzled with ornate, resplendent blades. All were fine swords\u2014none could be judged superior by appearance alone. Yet as a wanderer of the martial world, Mu Bai naturally desired a weapon that looked as dashing as possible.

Although Bi You is beautiful, it is too slender and delicate\u2014he’s afraid it might snap if he channels his inner energy into it.

Mu Bai was meticulous in his selection, while Lin Baixiao didn’t rush him. Instead, he summoned a servant to set up a tea table nearby and leisurely sipped tea from his rocking chair.

About half an incense stick’s worth of time passed before Mu Bai finally spoke: “Villa Master Lin, I’d like this one.”

Lin Baixiao glanced in the direction he was pointing and nearly spat out his tea in shock.

In the dim and concealed left corner of the pool, a sword measuring two chi and seven cun in length and one cun and nine fen in width lay slanted.

The blade is engraved with hidden swirling patterns, inlaid with seven lustrous white jade stones, dazzling like a constellation of stars.

Well done.

Lin Baixiao thought to himself: He actually managed to pick one of the top ten famous swords\u2014and the most beautiful one at that.

He swallowed the tea, took out a handkerchief to wipe the corner of his lips, and said calmly, “This sword is named ‘Heavenly Rain and Flowing Fragrance,’ ranked third on the weaponry list. You have a discerning eye, young hero.”

A glint of light flashed in Mu Bai’s eyes and vanished.

He had not expected that what he had taken a liking to was actually a famous sword. However… would the Jade Tree Manor really let him take away the third-ranked famous sword so easily?

“I would very much like to give this sword to you, young master, but unfortunately…” Lin Baixiao paused and said seriously, “This sword does not belong to our Jade Tree Manor. It was left here as collateral by an employer.”

“He posted a bounty here, with the reward being Tianyu Liufang upon completion. But years have passed, and the sword remains here. As you can probably guess, the task is extremely difficult and perilous. Just last year, two lost their heads attempting it, and most don’t even dare to take the job.”

“What’s the mission?”

Lin Baixiao paused for a moment, then leaned close to his ear: “Assassinate the current prime minister, Lord Wei.”

That is indeed a bit thrilling.

“I wonder, what kind of person is this Lord Wei?”

Lin Baixiao said awkwardly, “It’s hard to say.”

“To be honest, the Jade Tree Manor receives dozens of anonymous letters accusing Lord Wei every year, but even we… dare not easily expose this lord’s affairs.”

Mu Baiqi found it odd: “Your courier’s gossip offends every martial arts sect out there, and you still get scared?”

“Young hero, you may not know, but most martial arts sects restrain each other and adhere to the principles of the jianghu, so they wouldn’t target Jade Tree Manor. However, Minister Wei holds grudges and is skilled in underhanded tactics. He has numerous allies in court, almost monopolizing power.”

“Two years ago, a newly appointed top scholar, riding high on his success, offended Minister Wei with careless words and was framed for treason, resulting in the execution of his entire family. It’s said that on the day of execution, the execution platform was drenched in so much blood it couldn’t be wiped clean… A terrible tragedy.”

Mu Bai frowned and asked, “He’s acting so arrogantly\u2014doesn’t the Emperor care?”

Lin Baixiao shook his head: “The Emperor is well aware of what he’s been doing behind the scenes\u2014he just doesn’t dare to intervene, nor can he afford to. If the Jade Tree Manor were to expose his deeds, the Emperor might even issue a decree accusing us of spreading heresy and slandering a loyal minister.”

Mu Bai looked at the Tianyu Liufang Sword.

No wonder someone is willing to invest so heavily to kill him.

Lin Baixiao said, “I advise you, young hero, not to interfere in this matter. You’re still young\u2014it’s truly not worth losing your life over a mere sword.”

“Such vile scoundrels deserve death by all. Even without the Heavenly Rain Flowing Fragrance Sword, I’d still want to try.”

Lin Baixiao knew persuasion would be useless, so he could only say, “Then I shall await good news from you here… Lord Wei values his life and is deeply suspicious\u2014his residence is heavily guarded with many skilled experts. Please be extremely careful.”

After seeing Mu Bai off, Lin Baixiao lowered his gaze and exhaled slowly: “The sword is safe.”

Opening his eyes again, he gazed at the white-clad figure receding into the night, feeling an inexplicable pang of melancholy in his chest.

What a pity.

–

On the second night, Mu Bai, clad in black attire, leaped onto the rooftop of Lingyun Palace.

His lightness skill was honed at the cliff’s base under his master’s tutelage\u2014walking along walls came naturally, but he’d barely flown over rooftops before. Thus, when passing the eaves of Su Mo’s bedroom, he accidentally kicked loose a roof tile.

Fortunately, Mu Bai was quick to react and caught it, so there wasn’t too much commotion.

The light in Su Mo’s room was still on, and his faint voice came through the window paper: “Who’s there?”

Mu Bai lightened his body and gathered his breath, leaping onto another roof. As he left, he heard a faint “creak” from below, as if a door had opened.

He had witnessed Su Mo’s lightness skill\u2014if caught, escaping would be nearly impossible. Without looking back, he vanished into the night at top speed.

Outside the mountain gate of Lingyun Palace, Mu Bai quietly led away a horse while the gatekeepers weren’t paying attention.

He led the horse onto the deserted mountain path, then mounted it in one fluid motion. Before leaving, he turned back for one last glance around.

The wilderness was silent, utterly devoid of human presence.

With a relieved sigh, he spurred his horse toward the end of the mountain trail.

With the map guidance from his senior sister, roughly three hours later, Mu Bai arrived before the moat of the capital of Jialan Kingdom.

The night was deep, and several guards on the city walls yawned while patrolling. Seizing the opportunity, Mu Bai slipped past behind them and vanished into the darkness.

The capital’s streets were even more bustling than those of Lingyun Crossing, with a few music halls and brothels still lit late into the night, their melodious string music drifting through the air.

He confirmed the location of the Chancellor’s residence, tucked the map into his chest, and moved silently between the rooftops.

As he approached the target location, Mu Bai suddenly halted.

Not far away, the spacious and luxurious estate was brightly lit, with fully armored guards at the gate and sentries stationed every five paces along the perimeter walls.

From the street corner ahead came the synchronized footsteps of a patrol. He quickly ducked into an alley, pressing himself against the wall as he waited for the column of patrolling soldiers to pass.

I had mentally prepared myself before coming, but I never expected the prime minister to be even more afraid of death than anticipated. In the dead of night, the courtyard was as bright as daylight, with defenses as tight as a watertight barrel. Even a fly flying over the wall would probably be swatted down by the guards.

Moreover, Mu Bai came tonight just to scout around. To avoid being recognized, he didn’t even bring his Qinglian Sword.

“What am I supposed to do… It looks like I can’t even get through the door,” he muttered under his breath.

“What are you going in for?”

“Let’s find out which room that old traitor Wei is in…” Mu Bai snapped back to his senses and immediately flung an iron caltrop behind him.

He opened his fan and effortlessly blocked it.

Taking advantage of his momentary defense, Mu Bai swiftly retreated a few steps to create distance.

What kind of fan is this, impervious to blades and spears?

Just as he was silently cursing, he saw the folding fan lower, revealing a cold and strikingly handsome face behind it.

“\u2026Su Mo?”

Dressed in black, his demeanor was transcendent, his features strikingly refined. Had it not been for the familiarity with his feigned frailty, one might truly mistake him for a celestial being descended from the heavens.

“How did you get here?” Mu Bai asked.

Su Mo plucked the iron caltrops embedded in his fan: “I heard some noise, stepped out and saw you, young hero, so I followed to take a look.”

Mu Bai: “You followed me… way too far…”

From Lingyun Crossing to the capital of Jialan, even riding a horse exhausted Mu Bai. How on earth did this guy manage to keep up?

Seeming to guess what he was thinking, Su Mo folded his fan and said, “I studied under the Xuanhe Sect, and Elder White Crane is my master.”

The Xuanhe Sect is one of the three major sects in Wuti, known for their agility and elusive movements. When it comes to lightness skills, if Elder White Crane claimed to be second in the martial world, no one would dare call themselves first.

From Mu Bai’s observation, purely in terms of lightness skills, Su Mo surpassed even his own master, Qin Shengyi.

He was likely Elder White Crane’s most accomplished disciple.

Su Mo walked closer, stuffing the iron caltrop back into Mu Bai’s waist, when suddenly his arm was grabbed.

He raised his eyes: “What’s wrong?”

“That…” Mu Bai blinked and asked, “With your lightness skills, could you sneak into the Prime Minister’s residence?”

After speaking, he pulled him to the mouth of the alley and pointed at the heavily guarded mansion ahead.

Su Mo curved his eyes in a smile: “Yes, and I can take you in with me.”

That powerful?

Mu Bai muttered under his breath, “The Xuanhe Sect should be weakened.”

“What did you say?”

“Oh, nothing.” Mu Bai held onto Su Mo’s sleeve and asked, “Can you take me inside now?”

Su Mo glanced at the hand gripping his sleeve.

Mu Bai noticed and immediately let go, even wiping his hand on his clothes a couple of times.

“I can take you in, but how will you repay me?”

Mu Bai asked uncertainly, “Silver?”

“I don’t lack silver.”

“Then…” Mu Bai racked his brains but couldn’t think of anything else he could offer.

Money, power, beautiful women\u2014the crown prince lacked none of these.

Su Mo chuckled softly, tapping his shoulder with a folding fan: “How about this\u2014call me ‘brother,’ and I’ll take you inside.”

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