Martial Arts Crossover: My Wife is the Top Scholar

"Huangfu Zhong, the founder of Sifang City, should be your blood relative, and the imperial seal was left by you!"

A faint ripple flashed in Li Zhaoting's eyes. At this point, there was very little in the world that could shake Li Zhaoting, not even Wu Ming.

Let alone Wu Ming, even Wu Ming couldn't do it!
Wu Ming's expression quickly turned serious: "You're smarter than I thought. Why don't you guess what my purpose is? Why do I support Zhao Yuanyan?"

"I don't know, I can't guess, and I don't want to guess!"

Li Zhaoting denied it three times without hesitation, then looked up at the sky and recited a poem aloud.

"Ten thousand swords bowed their heads in the frost."
A spirit of righteousness that will endure for millennia;

With a long song and a plucked sword, I vanquished the demons;
Sweep away all demons and wash the blade with blood;

The mountains and rivers are bathed in the red glow of the sun.

Heaven and earth are the furnace for forging bones;

Thunder forges a blade into a peak;

A single thought can soar to great heights, startling the sun and moon.

He will only die when he has slaughtered all living beings;

With a haughty brow, he defied the heavens.

"Junior Li Zhaoting humbly requests your guidance, senior!"

"Could you write one for me too?"

"cannot!"

"How stingy!"

Before Wu Ming could finish speaking, his palm strike had already landed.

After his battle with Guan Qi, Li Zhaoting's martial arts cultivation reached the pinnacle of his time. If Li Zhaoting wished, he could open the gate to heaven and earth at any time by combining his two swords.

Shattering the void and ascending to immortality were no secrets to Li Zhaoting. Even someone as powerful as Wu Ming knew that he had to seize the initiative in a duel with Li Zhaoting, or he would surely lose.

Li Zhaoting swept his hand across, drawing his green rope. A streak of green light pierced towards Wu Ming, followed closely by a purple ray.

Wu Ming suddenly extended five fingers and gently pinched them in mid-air. The soft palm force spread into the mountain wind, omnipresent, all-encompassing, and all-powerful.

Ruyi Orchid Hands!
The most vicious and subtle grappling technique in the world!

With just a gentle pinch, one can shatter half of an enemy's meridians, leaving half of their body permanently paralyzed.

Li Zhaoting swept his sword, neutralizing the soft palm force with the Qing Suo sword. He then thrust out the Ziwei soft sword, the two swords overlapping like shackles, locking Wu Ming's space to dodge.

Li Zhaoting doesn't need specific moves when he makes a move; every gesture is a clever technique. However, if he shouts out the name of the move while making a move, it often feels very satisfying.

In Dou Dizhu (a popular Chinese card game), you also have to shout: "Straight, Bomb!"
Fighting a master like Wu Ming without announcing the names of the moves just doesn't feel right.

It's like not reciting poetry before drawing a sword.

Swordsmanship cannot be separated from poetry.

Swordsmen cannot live without poetry.

……

Inside the imperial palace, the fierce battle between the masters intensified.

Yuan Shisanxian, Li Xunhuan, and Feng Shaomin escorted Zhao Zhen to the Imperial Study. Zhao Zhen said, "My dear ministers, you have worked hard. Why did you do this, Imperial Uncle?"

Yuan Shisanxian said coldly, "These rebellious traitors will be eliminated by me sooner or later! Your Majesty, please be patient, they cannot possibly break through."

Eunuch Wang came over carrying a bowl of tea.

"Your Majesty, please have a bowl of hot tea!"

"Wang Daban, you've worked hard. You don't need to serve me here now. I'll give you a half-month vacation."

The emperor's words are golden rules, and every word he utters is an inviolable law.

If the emperor wanted someone to leave, that person would crawl out even if both of their legs were broken, especially the emperor's personal eunuch who had served him for many years.

Even Cao Zhengchun and Mi Cangqiong dared not challenge the emperor's authority. They could not guarantee it in private, but when they were face to face, they dared not show the slightest disrespect.

Strangely, Eunuch Wang did not retreat. In fact, he did not move at all, showing no intention of retreating to rest.

Zhao Zhen frowned: "You haven't left yet?"

Eunuch Wang: "This servant has something to report."

Zhao Zhen: "Speak."

"Your Majesty, I would like to invite you to see someone."

A smile appeared on Eunuch Wang's lips.

With rebels causing chaos and war raging, in this perilous situation, Wang Gonggong, the emperor's personal eunuch, dared to order Zhao Zhen to meet a certain person.

Has he forgotten his identity? Has he forgotten that this is a heinous crime that would lead to the extermination of his entire family?

Eunuch Wang entered the palace at a young age and was always cautious. How could he have done such a thing when he lived to be fifty or sixty years old?

Yuan Shisanxian sneered: "Where is he?"

"right here."

Wang Gonggong waved his hand, and suddenly two lamps lit up in the imperial study, revealing two people in the light.

One was Pang Tong, who always had a sword at his waist.

One was a very handsome young man, wearing a dragon robe, whose appearance was ninety percent similar to Zhao Zhen's, like Zhao Zhen's shadow, with a faint sneer on his lips.

Zhao Zhen sneered: "Minister Pang, I have trusted the Pang family so much, and this is how you repay me?"

The fake emperor sneered: "Minister Pang, quickly capture the traitor for me, and I will bestow upon you the title of a king of equal rank!"

Yuan Shisanxian said disdainfully, "Pang Tong, is this your plan? How disappointing."

Yuan Shisanxian reached into his waistband and pulled out a delicate crossbow. Everyone knew that once this arrow was fired, no one could dodge it.

Even Zhuge Zhengwo couldn't do that.

Heartbreaking arrows, every arrow brings sorrow.

Yuan Shisan gave Pang Tong no chance. The instant he took out his crossbow, he had already nocked an arrow. The dark blue arrow flashed with a cold light and was pointed at Pang Tong's heart.

Pang Tong's body was engulfed in raging flames. The swordsmanship he had learned from the Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Spear Technique, combined with the internal energy he had gained from the Wildfire True Qi, all turned into flames.

To Yuan Shisanxian's astonishment, Pang Tong transformed from one person into two, identical Pang Tongs with identical auras, both made of flesh and blood.

The illusion technique of creating clones is not uncommon. Helian Ba's clone demonic shadow and Li Chenzhou's black and white distinct strange body transformation and surprise attack can both create illusions.

However, illusion is illusion. No matter how realistic the illusion is, it is ultimately a mirage created by using internal energy, light and shadow, and visual illusion.

The Heartbreak Arrow first wounds its own heart, then wounds the hearts of others; it is clearly a method of refining the spirit. All illusions in the world are nothing but clay chickens and earthenware dogs in Yuan Shisanxian's eyes.

At this moment, Yuan Shisanxian, who was nocking an arrow, could not distinguish between Pang Tong and the illusion. The rapid change in the situation caught Yuan Shisanxian off guard.

Since we can't tell the difference, then kill them all!
Yuan Shisanxian flicked his finger, and the dark blue arrow changed from one to two. Yuan Shisanxian's limit was to fire nine arrows, and he would carry nine arrows with him at all times.

Eight are bluish-black, and one is vermilion.

The crimson arrows were the ultimate trump card, a desperate fight to the death, the strongest blow Yuan Shisanxian had left for Zhuge Zhengwo. Two dark blue arrows would be enough to deal with Pang Tong. As the bowstring twanged, a black light burst forth.

Take the crossbow, nock the bow, draw the arrow, pull out both arrows, and fire!
The five processes were completed in one go. Even though he was shocked by Pang Tong's unpredictable "cloning technique", Yuan Shisanxian was still able to make a perfect response. From the moment he made the move to the moment it was activated, it took less than a second. Two arrows roared out.

The six realms bind the mortal world, and life and death are but a fleeting journey.

Pang Tong on the left let out a sigh.

Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Sword Technique - Phoenix Lock!

Fate is like a woven net, and no one can escape the cycle of cause and effect.

Pang Tong on the right looks up at the night sky.

Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Sword Technique - Phoenix Blaze!

Two fiery phoenixes rushed towards Yuan Shisanxian, and raging flames sealed off the entire imperial study. The primordial energy of heaven and earth was scorched and dispelled by the Nanming Li Fire, and the space was distorted by the fire.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Two arrows pierced the fire phoenix with precision, then exploded. Half of the arrow shaft shattered into powder, while the other half of the arrowhead whizzed through the air and struck Pang Tong in the chest.

Although the sword energy destroyed half of the arrow shaft, and although he wore the Xuan Tie Heart-Protecting Mirror, the impact and terrifying internal force of the arrowhead still injured Pang Tong's heart meridian.

A wounded arrow, its flight always brings sorrow!
On the left, Pang Tong's mouth was bleeding, his face was deathly pale, and he exuded a terrifying aura that was both godlike and demonic. His momentum was as frenzied as a wolf as he shouted, "I take heaven and earth as my furnace!"

On the right, Pang Tong clutched his chest, his face arrogant, exuding a wild and domineering aura like a demon or beast, his fierce presence like a tiger, and shouted: "Do any of you dare to enter the game?"

"Sing a song, drink a cup of wine, invite you to revel in the finest liquor, the east wind fills the warm room. Awake then drunk, drunk then asleep, the late sun shines on the picturesque landscape, who wouldn't linger?"

Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, reborn from the ashes.

Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Sword Technique - Kun Bath!

To Yuan Shisanxian's horrified gaze, the two Pang Tongs became three, and a brand new Pang Tong leaped out from the raging flames and smoke, brandishing his sword and stabbing at Yuan Shisanxian!
Yuan Shisanxian is a veteran of countless battles. He is both a hero and a madman. He is a madman among heroes and a hero among madmen. He is the greatest demon among demons.

Such individuals would remain unmoved even in the face of earth-shattering, world-ending, and blood-soaked scenes, and would be able to muster the courage to unleash powerful attacks.

However, the scene we are facing today is far beyond Yuan Shisanxian's imagination. How could there be three Pang Tongs in the world? Did Grand Tutor Pang give birth to triplets?

"Damn it! Playing tricks!"

When it comes to the skill of pretending to be a ghost or a demon, Yuan Shisanxian is also a master. He is proficient in the "Mountain Classic," which can be called the number one unorthodox and heretical mental cultivation method in the martial arts world.

Normal people could never master the "Mountain Classic" or understand its essence. Not to mention that the original manual was destroyed long ago. The manual obtained by Yuan Shisanxian was modified in a haphazard way, making it even more bizarre, absurd, and ridiculous than the Nine Yin Manual practiced by Ouyang Feng. It is more like a heretical or unorthodox practice than a martial art.

With his mad and obsessive nature, Yuan Shisanxian actually mastered this set of nonsensical secret manuals, turning the "Mountain Classic" into an indispensable part of the Heartbreak Arrow.

Anyone who wants to learn the Heartbreak Arrow must first master the "Mountain Classic." In other words, anyone who masters the Heartbreak Arrow is either a madman or a demon!
Once the martial arts of the Zizai Sect are taught to a disciple, the master cannot use them. Since it is impossible to guarantee that the disciple will not steal the martial arts, the difficulty is increased to the limit.

Pang Tong's elaborate "cloning technique" not only failed to intimidate Yuan Shisanxian, but instead ignited Yuan Shisanxian's indomitable fighting spirit, boosting his energy by 50%.

Yuan Shisanxian used his arm as a steel staff and exchanged two blows with Pang Tong. This technique was called "One-Line Staff Technique," a superb martial art that combined offense and defense. When attacking, one's defense was always one line ahead of the enemy's, and when defending, the enemy's attack was always just one line short. One line was an insurmountable chasm. Yuan Shisanxian used the One-Line Staff Technique to deflect the force, taking the opportunity to catch his breath and mutter incantations.

"Martial Limit Thirteen Breaks Through Nine Heavens!"

A heartbreaking arrow drives even the gods mad!

What is there to say about Zhuge Liang's mediocre talent?
He reigns supreme over the martial arts world!

It was both to expel the turbid air from his dantian and to strengthen his resolve and eliminate fear. However, even at this moment, he was still thinking of Zhuge Zhengwo.

Three Pang Tongs simultaneously attacked Yuan Shisanxian.

One resembled a ferocious beast, its attacks as fierce as a wolf king.

One who looks down upon the world, whose offensives are as numerous as the stars.

One was elegant and graceful, with a sword intent as sharp as a phoenix.

Yuan Shisanxian didn't have time to nock an arrow, but he was proficient in seventy-seven unique skills, thirteen of which were top-tier martial arts techniques in the martial arts world, each capable of defeating the enemy.

With the left hand wielding the Extreme Hatred Fist and the right hand the Extreme Hatred Palm, the deep-seated hatred mixed with a godlike and demonic aura, as if a celestial demon were disintegrating, desperately squeezing out the body's potential.

An ordinary person would surely die from exhaustion if they were to unleash their full potential in this way, but Yuan Shisanxian was able to fight valiantly because his greatest skill was healing wounds!
When Wei Qingqing took Yuan Shisanxian as her disciple, she saw that he was stubborn and competitive, and that he would inevitably go astray in the future. Therefore, she taught him two special mental techniques.

There is a skill called "The Divine Skill of Enduring Humiliation," which is a skill that requires enduring hardship. The more hardship one endures, the greater the achievement. It is like a painter depicting a stone. Painting a stone is the simplest thing, but it is also the most difficult to paint it in a lifelike way. Stones appear to be still and silent, but each stone is unique and distinctive.

This method can temper one's character and enhance one's willpower.

There is a skill called "The Divine Skill of Living Alone," which is an internal skill for healing and saving lives. As long as there is a breath left, it can sustain life. It does not directly cure the illness, but temporarily suppresses the injury, giving time to find a doctor. Once you master this skill, you will definitely be able to save people from time to time.

The more people you save, the more compassionate you become.

Wei Qingqing could be said to have taught according to aptitude, but she did not expect that Yuan Shisanxian's situation was too special. First, he used the "Endurance Divine Skill" to make his heart more obsessive, and then he used the "Living Alone Divine Skill" to become immune to the damage of the residual life force. He turned from the good disciple that his master had expected into a great demon god.

Pang Tong was stopped by Yuan Shisanxian. The fake emperor was not in a hurry. Blood slowly appeared around him. A strange figure, covered in a red blood robe and adorned with jewelry that looked like water pipes, rose from the ground.

At first, it looked like a lump of clay, or a large red leech, but then it transformed into human form and turned out to be Lian Chengbi, the lord of Lianjiabao on the northwestern border.

Several months ago, Lian Chengbi, Xiao Shiyilang, and others fought against Xiaoyao Hou. Lian Chengbi used a borrowed knife to kill, successfully capturing Xiaoyao Hou and forcing him to reveal the "Leech Kung Fu" manual. After mastering the demonic skill, he exchanged blood with Xiaoyao Hou.

While ordinary people experience rejection reactions after blood transfusions, the Leech Technique is extremely unique. This method requires cutting off one's hands and feet, turning oneself into a human pig, and then replacing them with steel hands and feet.

Because they lack hands and feet, they cannot complete the full circulation of Qi, which would result in extremely poor internal energy cultivation. Therefore, they use blood vessels as meridians and the heart as the dantian (energy center).

For martial artists practicing the "Leech Kung Fu," true qi only has a supplementary effect; blood is their foundation.

Sucking blood is absorbing nutrients.

Exchanging blood is equivalent to exchanging internal energy.

After being injured, it can recover quickly by sucking fresh blood, and its vitality is even better than that of leeches.

The Carefree Marquis practiced this method because he was born without hands and feet, a freak with only a torso. Lian Chengbi practiced this method by actively cutting off his hands and feet, turning himself into a human pig. His ruthlessness and viciousness were such that even the Five-Step Snake would have to give him a third or a fifth of the power.

"His illusory form transformed into the blood of a thousand mountains;"

Leeches suck the marrow, shedding their mortal form;
The bones of the carefree Marquis serve as fuel for the fire;
Burning away all living beings to ascend the demonic throne!
How could such a momentous event as changing the world be complete without the Azure Dragon Society? The Azure Dragon Society's May leader, the Carefree Marquis, respectfully requests Your Majesty's swift demise. The chaos of demons will begin today!

Who in the world can stop me?

Lian Chengbi leaped towards Zhao Zhen.

"laugh!"

A figure suddenly appeared and kicked Lian Chengbi, who was like clay, away. Lian Chengbi spun twice on the beams and pillars of the Imperial Study before transforming back into human form.

Upon closer inspection, the newcomer was none other than Chu Liuxiang.

"Returning under the moon, untouched by dust;"

The wine, still warm, is hidden in my sleeve amidst the vast ocean.
What good is stealing the whole world if it's not a treasure?
Only a glimpse of truth in the human world!

Your attempt to create chaos and disorder for your own selfish gain is truly the act of a viper!
For the sake of all living beings, I, Chu, am determined to fight to the death!

Lian Chengbi sneered: "Chu Liuxiang? You think you're worthy to fight me? You're good at light footwork, but as long as I keep attacking Zhao Zhen, let's see how you use your light footwork! You won't kill me, so you'll never be able to hurt me!"

Chu Liuxiang sighed, "No! For the sake of peace and stability for all living beings, I am willing to perish together with you!"

Lian Chengbi scoffed, "Is that so? You think I'm the only one who came? Can't you sense the aura?"

"At fifteen, thunder shook the heavens; at thirty, wind and clouds withered in the palm of one's hand."

Forty-five years have passed, and now we see new buds sprouting on the cold branches.

—The Heavenly Emperor is jealous of the broken scales and shattered armor; the immortal Tang soul awaits to be burned!

Tang Shiwu, the leader of the Azure Dragon Society in December, will today change the world and achieve unparalleled power…

Tang Fifteen charged headlong at Zhao Zhen.

A flash of anger crossed Li Xunhuan's eyes. Why are these troublemakers from the Azure Dragon Society everywhere?
With a flick of his right hand, a throwing knife appeared in his palm.

Romantic Swordsman!

The legendary Flying Dagger of Li, never missing its mark!

The leader of the Azure Dragon Society in December died by Little Li's Flying Dagger, and Tang Shiwu will be no exception.

Traitors and rebels should be punished by everyone.

Even if Dugu Qiubai were alive, Zhang Danfeng were reborn, and Zhang Sanfeng and Ling Donglai joined forces to attack Li Xunhuan in this state, he would still suffer a blow from Little Li's Flying Dagger.

With a flash of light, Tang Shiwu, whose aura was like a demon, fell to the ground with a scream, a throwing knife stuck in his throat. His lifelong ambitions vanished in an instant.

No one could have imagined that in this earth-shattering decisive battle, the first Grandmaster to die would not be Chi Zunxin, who made the first move, nor Pang Tong, who was hit by two small, painful arrows, but Tang Shiwu, this unlucky fellow with great ambition but little talent, whose death was utterly meaningless.

wrong!

It still has some value.

Just as Tang Shiwu collapsed, taking advantage of Li Xunhuan's inability to return to his original state, Tang Shiwu's sister, Tang Bingbing, unleashed her sharp claws and entangled Li Xunhuan.

With delicate hands, she unravels the mysteries of the game; with flawless calculations, she devises a strategy that leaves no

A web of ingenious schemes and deadly traps; what harm is there in using blood as the pawn?

—Poisonous Strategist Tang Bingbing!

Masters such as Yuan Shisanxian, Cao Zhengchun, Mi Cangqiong, Li Xunhuan, Ximen Chuixue, Lu Xiaofeng, and Chu Liuxiang were all entangled, leaving Zhao Zhen with only Feng Shaomin, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a frail young scholar.

Fairy Jinghuan would not let such an opportunity pass by.

All the countless infatuated men and women, and the devoted lovers and their estranged partners, combined, cannot compare to the true Son of Heaven.

"The red lotus burns away the love song, the life-stealing chant, the soul-capturing mystery."

The mirror of evil shattered the vows made between heaven and earth; it revealed not immortals, but the depths of demonic power.

It drains the soul of the infatuated and destroys the beauty of the soul; love becomes a nightmare, and tender affection becomes poison.

"The sea of ​​passion and desire leads to annihilation at the gate of emptiness; salvation and downfall are both determined by the mind."

The poem did not come from the mouth, but from the all-encompassing demonic thoughts. Heavenly flowers rained down, white lotuses descended to earth, and amidst the flowers, the Fairy Disenchantment quietly appeared.

As the leader of the White Lotus Cult, a female demon who absorbs countless infatuated men and women, Fairy Jinghuan possesses a sinister charm that is unforgettable at first glance.

It's not the pure and ethereal beauty of Qin Mengyao, nor the alluring charm of Li Shengnan, but rather the bewitching allure of the red spider lily, like the "Mirror of Love and Lust." Even knowing she's a beautiful but deadly woman, even knowing that getting close will lead to death, one will still approach her without hesitation and dedicate one's life and spirit to her.

Her charm has reached such a level that it has exceeded the limits of the word "bewitching arts." Even if Mo Xi, Da Ji, Bao Si, and Yang Guifei were alive, they would all be humbled by her.

This is not a kind of magic that exists in the human world.

This is a demon born from the cycle of karma.

"Your Majesty, please look at the Mirror of Wind and Cloud!"

Fairy Jinghuan took out a bronze mirror and approached Zhao Zhen with seemingly slow but actually fast movements. Just then, a zither melody suddenly rang out from mid-air, and the White Lotus Illusion dissipated completely.

Wearing the red robe of a top scholar, Feng Shaomin held the Confucian and Taoist holy sword Zhanlu in his right hand and the stringless zither he had seized from Wen Xuean in his left, with ice silkworm silk as strings.

"To the moon palace, I pluck the laurel wreath, my eyebrows are adorned with jade; my jade brush startles the dust, my cloud-like robes are stained with ink."

Unexpectedly, before the banquet at Qionglin had even ended, demonic influences shrouded the sun, and the strings of the Luan stringed instrument were thrown into disarray.

The scorched tail burns through a thousand barriers, a gentle breeze stirs the clear air, and ten thousand nightmares scatter.

"Sweeping away all demonic influences, the heavens are five feet high; it is not the Jade Terrace, yet it surpasses it."

As the top scholar in the imperial examination, Feng Shaomin was incredibly quick-witted. In the blink of an eye, he composed a poem in response to the poem by the Fairy Disenchantment, plucked the strings of his zither with his sword, and Bagua patterns appeared all over his body.

It's not the Later Heaven Bagua, it's the Earlier Heaven Bagua.

The Pre-Heaven Bagua taught by Li Nanxing.

The Eight Trigrams of the Earlier Heaven originated from Fu Xi.

The zither and the lute also originated from Fuxi.

When the Demon-Subduing Qin (a type of zither) is combined with the Eight Trigrams of the Primordial Heaven, the resulting music is called "Fuxi Divine Echoes"!

"You fiend, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

"You...you are Feng Suzhen..."

"Do you think I'm Li Zhaoting? You're not qualified to fight Li Zhaoting! And your subordinate, that bald-headed monk, guess who his opponent is?"

Feng Shaomin revealed a sly smile.

A deafening roar echoed from afar.

—With strength that could uproot mountains and an aura that could cover the world!

The female tyrant, Wang Shenglan, is here to meet the challenge!

Fairy Disenchantment's expression suddenly turned grim! (End of Chapter)