{"id":2945,"date":"2026-04-19T00:34:13","date_gmt":"2026-04-19T00:34:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/top-cross-dressing-swordsman-transmigrated-into-a-book-11\/"},"modified":"2026-04-19T02:00:26","modified_gmt":"2026-04-19T02:00:26","slug":"top-cross-dressing-swordsman-transmigrated-into-a-book-11","status":"publish","type":"chapter","link":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/ko\/chapter\/top-cross-dressing-swordsman-transmigrated-into-a-book-11\/","title":{"rendered":"Top Cross-dressing Swordsman [Transmigrated into a Book] 11"},"content":{"rendered":"

It was already late at night when they arrived at Lingyun Palace.

The carriage stopped outside the mountain gate. Mu Bai lifted the curtain and took down the lantern hanging at the front of the carriage.

“Senior Sister, let’s go.”

Hua Mei tied the horse securely and glanced back, “Why not wait for Young Master Su?”

Mu Bai replied coldly, “What\u2019s the point of waiting for him?”

“Did you two have a falling out?”

“I\u2019m not familiar with him, so how could there be any falling out?”

Mu Bai walked ahead on his own.

Luo Ziyi stepped aside and said to the gatekeeper disciple, “These two came with His Highness the Prince.”

Mu Bai raised his hands in a martial salute. “Qin Mu Bai of Qinglian Valley.”

“Huamei.”

The gate-keeping disciple scratched his head: “Senior brother, you know the sect leader has strictly prohibited outsiders from entering Lingyun Palace these past few days, especially…”

“It’s fine.” Luo Ziyi tapped the disciple’s shoulder with his folding fan. “I’ll speak with our master\u2014he won’t blame you.”

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Ye Xing and Jin Yi pushed Su Mo’s wheelchair forward as the group passed through the mountain gate.

Under the moonlight, a pale stone path wound its way upward, leading straight to the palace complex at the mountain’s peak.

The grand hall of Lingyun Palace was brightly lit. Luo Ziyi stepped over the threshold and first bowed respectfully: “Master, His Highness the Crown Prince has arrived.”

The man standing at the center of the hall with his hands behind his back turned around upon hearing this. He then saw two black-clad attendants pushing a wheelchair into the hall.

The person seated in the wheelchair had a face as pale as paper, with lips almost devoid of color, yet his jet-black hair stood in stark contrast, making his entire figure appear utterly lifeless.

Su Mo coughed twice behind his sleeve, his voice hoarse: “Sect Leader Luo.”

He then glanced up and noticed another person in the hall: “And who is this?”

Luo Ziyi said, “This is Elder Meng from the Chaosheng Pavilion.”

He paused for a moment, then pointed toward the two standing outside the door: “These two are disciples of the Qinglian Valley, Qin Mubai and Huamei.”

“Master, these two young ladies have escorted His Highness the prince all the way to Lingyun Palace through dust and toil. I think it would be best to let them stay overnight tonight.”

Before Luo Wangchuan could speak, Elder Meng interjected first: “At the martial arts gathering the year before last, all three major sects of Wuti gathered, while Jialan had only the Lingyun Palace and Chaosheng Pavilion\u2014truly overshadowed. It’s said that Qinglian Valley stays aloof from worldly affairs, but seeing it today…”

Mu Bai raised an eyebrow: “What’s wrong?”

Elder Meng sneered, “Two female disciples escorting Prince Wuti\u2014how generous of Qinglian Valley.”

Hearing this, Huamei nearly rolled her eyes.

She patted her chest several times before catching her breath.

“Tch.” Mu Bai curled his lips. “What a master of passive-aggression.”

Huamei quickly grabbed him: “Don’t be angry, don’t be angry, Junior Sister Xiaobai. Have you forgotten what Eldest Senior Sister warned us? When we’re out and about, we mustn’t stir up trouble.”

“Senior Sister,” Mubai darkened his brows. “This old man is practically riding roughshod over our Qinglian Valley. How can we just take that?”

“It’s just a few careless remarks, let it be.” Hua Mei kept winking at him.

Among the three major sects of Jialan, Qinglian Valley remains aloof from worldly affairs, while Lingyun Palace and Chaosheng Pavilion naturally maintain closer ties, holding annual martial arts competitions for their disciples. Causing trouble with Elder Meng within Lingyun Palace’s territory is bound to bring no good outcome.

“Cough, cough…” Su Mo’s coughing grew increasingly severe.

Jin Yi said, “The mountain nights are chilly, and His Highness is frail. It would be best to arrange for him to rest first.”

Luo Ziyi quickly responded, “Master, then I’ll take His Highness the prince to the guest room first.”

He had just stepped out of the temple doorway when he heard Luo Wangchuan say, “Ziyi, escort these three ladies out first thing tomorrow morning.”

Three?

Hua Mei froze for a moment, then understood when she looked at the brocade robe.

So Su Mo’s attendants were also included in the count.

She burst into laughter: “Sect Leader Luo truly shows no mercy.”

“This is still being lenient,” Luo Ziyi said awkwardly. “Young Miss Bai is truly bold to dare call Elder Meng ‘old man’ right to his face. I was afraid master would fly into a rage and expel you on the spot…”

Turning left past the main hall leads to the guest quarters.

Luo Ziyi first escorted Su Mo and Jiang Cijing back to their rooms, then called for the duty disciples.

He hadn’t expected so many people and had only prepared two guest rooms, so the rest had to be arranged on the spot.

While cleaning, Luo Ziyi stood at the bedroom door, tucking his hands into his sleeves: “The night air is chilly, ladies. Make sure to bundle up well and don’t catch a cold.”

After a brief pause, he added: “My master has a good heart, but his temper isn’t the best. Rest well tonight. Tomorrow, Lingyun Palace and Chaosheng Pavilion will hold a martial arts competition. Once my match is over, I’ll escort you down the mountain.”

“I’ve heard that disciples of Qinglian Valley specialize in medicine, so you probably don’t often see martial arts contests. We only hold this event once a year here\u2014it’s a rare opportunity. If you wake up early, you’re welcome to come and observe.”

Mu Bai absentmindedly adjusted the sword on his back, lost in thought, and merely replied in a calm voice, “I’ll definitely go.”

Luo Ziyi’s face lit up with joy: “If Miss Xiao Bai is willing to grace us with her presence, nothing could be better.”

How many years has it been since Lingyun Palace had such a stunningly beautiful girl visit? The mere sight of her would probably send all the male disciples into a frenzy.

–

The next day, after Mu Bai finished washing up and casually applied some makeup before stepping out, he ran straight into Luo Ziyi.

“I’m about to step onto the stage for the competition.” Luo Ziyi rubbed his hands together, looking uncharacteristically nervous. “Miss Bai, could you cheer me up a bit?”

Mu Bai: “…”

After a moment’s thought, he raised his hand and patted Luo Ziyi’s shoulder: “You can do it.”

“Thank you!” Luo Ziyi clasped his fists and walked straight toward the competition arena.

Early in the morning, the disciples of Lingyun Palace gathered in an orderly manner at the martial arts field outside the main hall.

On either side of the stage, the participating disciples stood in a row, while the remaining disciples, along with those from Yushu Villa and other sects who had come to watch, sat below the platform.

The moment the hour arrived, the sound of bells and drums echoed through the grand hall.

Luo Wangchuan stepped onto the high platform and spoke solemnly: “Welcome all to my Lingyun Palace for the martial arts competition.”

After just one sentence, he walked to the back with his sword and took a seat, yielding the space to Elder Meng.

The annual martial arts competition is ostensibly about friendly sparring, but in reality, both factions have secretly been gearing up, fielding only their most accomplished disciples. Claiming they don’t care about victory or defeat is simply impossible.

Moreover, people from Jade Tree Manor came to watch the match, and as soon as it ended, a lengthy article was published in the courier newspaper the very next day.

“What? ‘Lingyun Palace continues its undefeated legend, winning thirteen consecutive victories against Chaosheng Pavilion,’ ‘Lingyun Palace reveals a peerless prodigy, the successor of the Flowing Wind and Returning Snow Sword,’ or ‘Lingyun Palace narrowly defeated, Chaosheng Pavilion may become the top sect of Jialan,’ and so on.”

The headline is eye-catching, and the content is downright explosive.

In short, whoever wins gains face.

In previous years, the Lingyun Palace usually had the upper hand in the contests, or at the very least, the odds were even. However, in recent years, for some reason, the disciples of Chaosheng Pavilion have all seemed to have secretly practiced some exclusive techniques, becoming unbelievably strong.

Initially, the Lingyun Palace was motivated and practiced diligently in secret, trying to turn the tide. However, after being overwhelmingly defeated by the Chaosheng Pavilion for two consecutive years, they became as dejected as frostbitten eggplants. Even their sect leader, Luo Wangchuan, couldn’t be bothered to say much.

Since they were bound to lose anyway, it was better to remain silent to avoid further embarrassment.

Mu Bai walked to the front of the grand hall just in time to hear Elder Meng delivering formal remarks. Glancing down at the audience, he spotted Su Mo already seated in the front rows, with Jin Yi and Ye Xing standing motionless behind him.

Elder Meng rambled on for a full hour, leaving the disciples of Lingyun Palace disinterested and on the verge of drowsiness. Suddenly, they caught sight of a “beauty” descending the stone stairs at the side of the grand hall.

Mu Bai had an exceptionally well-proportioned figure\u2014tall and slender. Though the women’s clothing he wore flattened his frame somewhat, making him appear a bit delicate, his broad shoulders and narrow waist still allowed him to move with an elegant, spirited stride.

Moreover, at first glance, most people’s attention would instantly be drawn to his striking, heroic face, making it hard to notice anything else.

The disciples below were staring in a daze. Elder Meng noticed something was amiss and followed their gaze, only to see the Qinglian Valley disciple from last night descending the stairs.

Still yawning lazily.

Huamei was already waiting below. Seeing this, she quickly stepped forward and pulled Mubai into the shadows: “Little Bai, my junior sister, you really need to be more careful. Can’t you see the disciples from the Shanggong faction are practically ogling you?”

“With so many eyes staring at you, doesn’t it give you the creeps?”

Huamei practically dragged him into a secluded corner, though many still couldn’t resist sneaking glances their way.

Elder Meng was so furious his beard stood on end.

He stroked his beard twice, then abruptly changed tack and added a few impromptu lines: “The Blue Lotus Valley has always had three major sects, but the Qinglian Valley remains reclusive. In past years, only disciples from our Chaosheng Pavilion and the Lingyun Palace have competed.”

“Chaosheng Pavilion has been winning for five consecutive years. If they come with the same old routine in the sixth year, it would seem rather like bullying.”

Behind them, Luo Wangchuan frowned, and the disciples of Lingyun Palace below could no longer stay seated.

Elder Meng smiled as he stroked his beard a couple of times and then pointed to Mu Bai and Huamei: “This year, it just so happens that two disciples from Qinglian Valley are visiting Lingyun Palace. Why not invite these two young ladies to represent Qinglian Valley and add a bit of excitement to this competition?”

The crowd’s gaze turned toward the two of them. The envoy from Yushu Manor had already picked up a brush to write on a white sheet: The most mysterious sect in Jialan? Revealing the secluded veil of Qinglian Valley’s disciples…

Huamei: “…”

Elder Meng continued jesting on stage: “My earlier words were merely in jest. It’s well known that Qinglian Valley’s martial arts aren’t refined, so these two young ladies needn’t participate in the competition. But seeing how graceful this lady in white is, might she grace the stage with a dance to entertain us all?”

“Outrageous!” Huamei could no longer remain seated.

Although everyone usually addressed him casually as “Little Bai,” Mubai was after all the young master of Qinglian Valley. How could they allow Chaosheng Pavilion to mock him like this?

She stood up, about to argue with Elder Meng, when her wrist was suddenly seized.

“Little Bai?”

Mu Bai smilingly pressed her down: “Senior sister, didn’t you say we mustn’t stir up trouble when traveling?”

“But…”

“Don’t worry.” He stood up and stretched. “I’ll be right back.”

Mu Bai vaulted onto the stage, dusting off his hands: “What’s the fun in dancing? Shouldn’t a martial arts tournament be about fighting?”

Elder Meng understood his implication and stroked his beard with a cold smile.

Overestimating one’s abilities.

He strolled to the front of the Tideborn Pavilion’s formation by the arena and raised his hand to introduce: “These are all disciples of our Tideborn Pavilion. You may choose any one of them to challenge.”

Elder Meng paused, then added: “If you can’t win, admit defeat in time. Don’t end up blaming our Tideborn Pavilion for bullying you.”

Among those present, anyone who had read the Jianghu Courier knew that disciples of Chaosheng Pavilion typically wielded various musical instruments as weapons, with their strength ranked according to the five notes: Gong, Shang, Jue, Zhi, and Yu.

Among the eighteen disciples participating in this competition, the strongest has already reached the Merchant level, while the weakest possesses the strength of the third-tier Horn level.

Mu Bai lazily glanced around before suddenly asking, “Old man, what level are you?”

Elder Meng froze, unsure of his intention: “Palace.”

“It’s you then.”

Mu Bai placed his hands behind his back and touched the Qinglian Sword on his back, leaning slightly forward: “Qin Mu Bai of the Qinglian Valley, I request your guidance.”<\/p>","protected":false},"parent":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"default","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}}},"novel":[],"class_list":["post-2945","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"acf":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/ko\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/2945","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/ko\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/ko\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/chapter"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/ko\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2945"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/ko\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/2945\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3002,"href":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/ko\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/2945\/revisions\/3002"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/ko\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2945"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"novel","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/ko\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/novel?post=2945"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}