A bustling martial arts competition for marriage instantly drew a large crowd of onlookers with its tense and fierce clashes of blades. A bearded man in his fifties wielded a heavy mountain-splitting broadsword, sweat streaming down his face as he battled his opponent. His opponent, a young girl dressed in black, no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, moved with grace and agility. With a sharp sword in her hand, her steps were as light as a dance, and the gleam of her blade fluttered like a butterfly in flight.

Behind the intense duel of the contest lay a deeper scheme between a father and daughter. Using the competition as a facade, they secretly sought to learn their opponents' martial techniques. Yet, beneath the absurdity of the surface, hidden undercurrents of the martial world began to stir...

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They say that women become like wolves at thirty and like tigers at forty. Although Chen Miaomiao was only in her early twenties—far from thirty, even when rounding up—Zhou Xingxing, who had lived for many years without ever encountering a real wolf or tiger, felt deeply that Chen Miaomiao at this moment resembled a hungry wolf, a fierce tiger.