The Villain is Number One in the World

The child who lived across the street had already gone home. Cai Jingjun glanced at her, thinking to himself, the child probably has no idea that the author of his favorite martial arts stories lives right across from him and that they argue with each other every day.

Miss Chen was indeed an extraordinary woman. He had read all the martial arts techniques in The Legend of the Greatest Martial Artist—quite impressive. The annotations in the article were sharp and to the point, making one look at things from a new perspective.

But he did have one doubt.

She could write down so many martial arts techniques from memory and even give seasoned critiques. Why, then, could Miss Chen not perform martial arts herself? Or was there another reason?

Looking at her unusually frail body, Cai Jingjun pondered thoughtfully.

Bai Hua had finally located the hiding place of the legendary hero, Swift Wind.

Dozens of elite hidden guards and countless undercover agents had searched tirelessly for five days, and they had finally found a clue through a pigeon message from the Wenjian Villa.

The night was dark, and the wind howled.

Bai Hua quietly leaped into a small, inconspicuous thatched hut.

As a hidden guard, Bai Hua usually didn't read newspapers, but he did read The Legend of the Greatest Martial Artist. The reason was simple—there were martial arts techniques in it.

As someone whose lifelong pursuit was to improve his martial skills and serve his lord better, Bai Hua was allowed to visit the Buddhist scriptures library once a year. But even that wasn't enough.

He had read both The Fine Rain Sword Art and The Prajna Heart Sutra. Even though their levels weren't particularly attractive to him, he still studied them diligently.

Thus, he felt somewhat conflicted about the original author, the legendary hero Swift Wind.

Although these two books weren't of the highest level, they were among the best in their class. If one day his lord ordered him to take Swift Wind's life, Bai Hua would probably regret it.

Without a sound, he opened the door, ready to enter, but suddenly, a sharp sword light flashed toward him.

Under the moonlight, a handsome face leaned against the wall inside the door.

Late at night, Chen Zhaozhao was awakened by the sounds of a struggle.

She peered out the window and saw two figures in the yard. One was familiar—it was Cai Jingjun—but the other seemed to be a match for him in skill. She immediately realized that someone had finally come to attack her!

And the attacker was likely someone formidable!

According to Wenjian Villa's reports, Cai Jingjun was a rare top-tier martial artist in the jianghu, and very few could spar with him. This meant that the attacker's abilities must be quite strong.

She watched for a moment, confirming that no one else was present, then smiled mischievously. "You're really in luck. Not only do I have a martial arts expert hiding here, but I also have a trump card."

Having been a martial arts expert herself in the past, if not for her meridian issues, she wouldn't have needed anyone to protect her. Even though she couldn't fight now, spotting her opponent's flaws would be easy.

After analyzing a few moves, she spoke knowingly, "He's using a dagger with a limited blocking range. The flaw is on the far right, strike his Tianxi point!"

The sudden voice startled both men in the yard. Bai Hua's sharp eyes shot toward the window, but the window blocked his view of the figure inside. However, he was clear that the woman, whose identity he didn't know, had managed to pinpoint his weakness with a single sentence!

Cai Jingjun saw the assassin react and immediately realized that Miss Chen's words were true. Seizing the opportunity, he launched an attack.

Their skills were already on par, and with her guidance from the sidelines, Cai Jingjun was like a tiger with wings. Knowing that a prolonged fight could lead to a trap, Bai Hua decisively retreated, leaping over the low wall.

"Don't chase him. If we capture one, there will be another," Chen Zhaozhao called out to stop Cai Jingjun, worried that the attacker might be luring them into a trap.

Once she was sure there was no danger, Cai Jingjun sheathed his sword and returned to the house. Hesitating, he asked her, "How did Miss Chen know where the flaw was?"

Chen Zhaozhao replied with confidence, "Because I'm exceptionally gifted."

"..." Cai Jingjun was at a loss for words, staring at her as if he wanted to ask something, but in the end, he closed his mouth.

This made Chen Zhaozhao curious. "What's the matter? Aren't you going to ask a few more questions?"

He shook his head. "A lady has her own story. Since you don't want to talk about it, I won't ask."

Indeed, he was a man who respected boundaries.

Chen Zhaozhao was quite pleased with him in her heart and smiled brightly. "If you don't ask, then I won't say anything. But now that someone has found my place, it's time to move. The new house is ready, so we'll move tomorrow."

At a deserted farmhouse near the thatched hut, Bai Hua sat on a stool, contemplating the previous events.

The man who fought him must be the legendary hero Swift Wind. But the woman in the house—could she be his wife?

He hadn't expected Swift Wind's martial arts to be so exceptional. Bai Hua was sure that by the time he entered the courtyard, Swift Wind had already detected him. Recalling how he had waited for Bai Hua to open the door, his brow furrowed deeply.

But what shocked him even more was his wife's ability to spot his flaw in such a short time.

These two were no ordinary people. Trying to follow them would be incredibly difficult, and getting close even harder. It seemed this mission would take much longer than he had expected.

Early the next morning, the neighbor's wife brought over some food.

She had heard the sounds of swords clashing and Miss Chen's voice late last night and feared something had happened. But with her family at home, she didn't dare stir up trouble, waiting until daylight to come and check.

"Miss Chen? Miss Chen?"

Her heart was uneasy and guilty, but she had no choice. If she got involved, it would only cause trouble for her family.

After calling a few times with no response, she gently pushed the door open and was stunned to find it unlocked.

She hesitated before peeking inside, seeing a piece of paper on the worn wooden table, held down by a stone.

She walked over and picked it up, discovering that it was a letter addressed to her. The letter said that her enemies had found her place, and she had already moved out. It thanked her for her care, and they would meet again if fate allowed.

"…"

The neighbor's wife clutched the letter tightly, biting her lip. She glanced back at the empty thatched hut, then folded the letter and tucked it into her coat. With a sigh, she left the courtyard and carefully closed the door behind her.

In the new courtyard, Chen Zhaozhao happily arranged her four treasures of the study in her new office. Looking at the spacious, bright house with its blue bricks and big tiles, she couldn't be more satisfied.

"Ah, a new home! I can finally stop living in that shabby thatched hut!"

Beside her, Cai Jingjun, who was busy wiping everything down, was infected by her enthusiasm and flashed a bright smile.

"The only downside is that now no one will cook for us. We'll probably have to order from the restaurant or snack on some pastries." Chen Zhaozhao clicked her tongue, lamenting. The food at the restaurant was too greasy, and eating pastries all the time wasn't great either.

"Uh, Miss Chen," Cai Jingjun hesitated. "If you don't mind, I could give it a try."

"You?" She was momentarily stunned, quickly realizing he meant cooking.

Cai Jingjun blushed slightly. "I've often cooked for myself while traveling. Though I'm no master chef, it's at least edible."

Chen Zhaozhao's eyes lit up as she grinned. "How about you make breakfast for me today? We'll see if it's good or not."

Soon, a simple breakfast of congee and side dishes was ready.

Cai Jingjun, the "Chef," set the table, then stood beside it, inviting her to taste.

After a few bites, Chen Zhaozhao stared at him in disbelief. At that moment, he was no longer just Cai Jingjun, but Saint Harry Luya Cai Jingjun!

"Mom, why do I kneel to eat? Because the bodyguard I hired is not only my bodyguard but also my cook."

She put her chopsticks down seriously. "You've been taking such good care of me, I have to show some sincerity! Sir Cai, how would you feel about taking your swordsmanship to the next level?"

Cai Jingjun was confused. "What do you mean, Miss?"

"Let me be blunt. Even though I don't know martial arts, I can memorize them. Any martial art, from the lowest to the highest, I can write it down for you!"

Since she had someone so kind to her, she didn't mind giving him what he needed.

Cai Jingjun was left speechless.

He hadn't expected Chen Z

haozhao to be serious. And she didn't even need to write it down—she could explain it perfectly just by speaking, even demonstrating the moves with a twig.

It was a set of sword techniques called Ten Thousand Shadows and a Thousand Layers.

He had never heard of it before, but from the power of the moves, it was clear that it was a top-tier sword technique that would drive sword practitioners across the world crazy!

This made him even more puzzled about Miss Chen's true identity. He began to wonder—had she really never practiced martial arts? If she could, then who had reduced her to her current state?

Miss Chen was indeed a woman full of mysteries.

Looking at the sword in his hand and then at the woman in the window, who was diligently writing her book, Cai Jingjun sighed deeply and continued practicing Ten Thousand Shadows and a Thousand Layers.