I Just Wanted to Study the Classics, But Ended Up as a Demon Slayer
Transported to the Great Qian Dynasty, a realm plagued by rampant demons and declining national fortune, Xu Xuan harbored no grand ambitions. All he wished for was to pass the imperial exams, earn an official title, and enjoy a life free from want. Yet, a fierce battle between fox and badger spirits swept him into the heart of chaos. To protect a most "proper" family, he had no choice but to take up his blade, ascend the mountain, and slay the evil spirits. His elder sister possessed beauty like a blossoming flower and a fiery temper; none in the household dared provoke her. His brother-in-law, devoted to home and wife, was unwavering in his affections, his only pastime being night fishing. His nephew was wholly absorbed in martial training, untouched by feminine charms, often engaged in studied discussions of the Supreme Law with his classmates. His brother-in-law’s younger sister was sweet and lovely, stirring tenderness in all who met her—truly a Lin Daiyu fallen from the heavens. As for Xu Xuan, his heart was set on studying the classics and seeking wisdom, but fate had other plans. Step by step, he found himself treading the path toward invincibility…
I Just Wanted to Study the Classics, But Ended Up as a Demon Slayer
The moonless night was shrouded in darkness so thick one could not see their own hand. In the depths of a quiet alley, a tranquil courtyard lay hidden—blue bricks and red tiles exuding peace and harmony. The faint, yellow glow of candlelight spilled through the window, painting the walls with mottled shadows.
Inside the room, Xu Xuan sat upright, clad in a simple blue robe. His skin was pale and fair, his sword-like brows arched above star-bright eyes, long hair brushing his shoulders, and his lips slender and fine—his appearance strikingly handsome and unmatched.
He sat with poise, a hint of a smile playing on his lips, as he gazed at the young woman before him. She wore a dress of vibrant red, her figure graceful, her cheeks as radiant as peach blossoms—a beauty in her prime.
“Master Xu, why do you keep staring at my face?” she teased, her voice as clear and melodious as an oriole’s song. “Surely you know that a night like this is worth a thousand gold pieces.”
Perhaps embarrassed under his gaze, she finally spoke. Xu Xuan just smiled and shook his head. “No rush. As they say, a good meal is worth waiting for.”
“You seem unfamiliar, Master Xu. How did you come to know of our place?” she asked softly, pouring tea for him with gentle hands.
“That’s a long story,” Xu Xuan replied with a nod. “A friend of mine recommended it to me.”
Just then, strange sounds rose from the adjoining room, making Xu Xuan frown.
“A demon! Spare me! Please, let me go!” someone wailed in terror.
Hearing this, the young woman covered her mout
