Martial Arts Crossover: My Wife is the Top Scholar

Chapter 60 Don't misunderstand, I think your entire sect is trash!

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A precious sword pierced Qiao Feng's back.

Qiao Feng was seriously injured and his true energy was exhausted. In addition, he had just defeated a powerful enemy, and his mind was unconsciously relaxed. It seemed that he could not avoid the assassin's desperate attack.

The assassins who ambushed Qiao Feng were no ordinary people. Their swordsmanship was fast and ruthless, and they had practiced killing techniques. Their sword speed was only slightly slower than that of Zhongyuan Yidianhong.

In the blink of an eye, the sword flashed.

Just as the sword energy was about an inch from Qiao Feng's back, Qiao Feng nimbly dodged, narrowly avoiding the sneak attack.

Qiao Feng was a typical strongman from the North, tall and muscular like an iron tower, but his dodge and evasion had a strange beauty to it, as if Duan Yu should have done it.

Duan Yu is indeed more suited to this move.

Because this move follows the style of Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique).

The requirement to enter the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts style) is to be proficient in the I Ching and familiar with the eight trigrams and their directions; it is something that ordinary people cannot understand.

Qiao Feng had no interest in poetry and literature, nor had he ever read the Book of Changes. Coincidentally, the Beggars' Sect's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms also originated from the Book of Changes. Every move of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms was based on a hexagram from the Book of Changes, which Qiao Feng was extremely familiar with.

Sensing danger, Qiao Feng subconsciously thought of the last move of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, "Divine Dragon Swings its Tail," a move that could turn the tide in a desperate situation. He then thought of Duan Yu's movement technique during their lightness skill contest and combined the two moves into one.

From an objective standpoint, Qiao Feng was currently under immense negative influences and in his worst possible condition.

However, at this moment, Qiao Feng's mind was at its sharpest, his potential was constantly being unleashed, and the greater the external pressure, the stronger his combat power became.

In the original storyline, during the battle at Juxian Manor, Qiao Feng, in a half-crippled state, captured the head of the Bodhidharma Academy with a single move.

The Bodhidharma Academy is the highest martial arts hall of Shaolin. All its disciples are the elite of the elite, and they spend their days studying martial arts, except for morning and evening classes.

The old monk who could serve as the head monk of the Bodhidharma Academy was firmly among the top three masters in Shaolin Temple.

A master of this caliber could be captured in a single move.

Don't provoke a low-health berserker.

Who knows how many cards they're hiding?

Qiao Feng used his right leg as a pivot, nimbly rotating, and with his left hand, he struck the assassin in the chest with a move called "Dragon Tail Swing".

The assassin only knew the art of assassination, lacking fundamental skills; he was a fragile creature with a thin skin and a large filling, and died on the spot.

There was more than one assassin who made the move.

The Beggars' Sect is a mixed bag, making it ideal for hiding.

Especially in the midst of the chaos, no one knew whether the person lying on the ground was a poisoned Beggar Clan member or a cold-blooded killer; more than a dozen people fell in an instant.

Even Zhao Qiansun was assassinated.

Duan Yu and Lan Fenghuang protected the monks A Zhu, A Bi, and Zhi Guang, who did not know martial arts, as they circled around Xingzilin.

Blue Phoenix concealed a peacock feather in her left sleeve, gripped a scorpion-tail whip in her right, had a golden silkworm gu crawling on her wrist, and was followed by a purple jade pipa scorpion and a spotted poisonous scorpion at her feet...

The treasure pouch at his waist opened, and venomous insects crawled out of the bamboo tubes. There were all kinds of poisonous creatures, including snakes, spiders, centipedes, and geckos. Each insect was brightly colored and surrounded by a layer of poisonous cloud.

Seven or eight scorpions and centipedes crawled into the crack in the ground.

If an assassin were to launch a sneak attack from underground, they would find themselves completely immobilized, crushed and buried alive by the soil, and ultimately suffocate to death.

Duan Yu is immune to all poisons and is not afraid of scorpions or centipedes. He is from Yunnan and has eaten all kinds of insect dishes, such as fried scorpions and fried centipedes, which he ate when he was a child.

Duan Yu wasn't afraid, but A Zhu and A Bi were!

Only Wang Yuyan was able to remain calm.

Wang Yuyan recognized Lan Fenghuang's identity based on his fighting style, and was already mentally prepared.

Monk Zhiguang said softly, "Benefactor Duan, you are from the Duan family of Dali, right? This humble monk has a few things that I would like to trouble you to give to Chief Qiao. Please do not refuse."

"Master, why..."

Before he could finish speaking, Duan Yu noticed that Monk Zhiguang's face was ashen, clearly indicating that he had been poisoned without his knowledge.

Lan Fenghuang said, "No need to trouble yourself. The old monk already had a kind of toxin in his body that had been lingering for more than ten years, corroding all eight extraordinary meridians. After coming into contact with a new toxin, his body simply couldn't take it!"

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"What's the use of saying so earlier? Do you think old toxins are so easy to cure? Old injuries can become chronic, let alone highly toxic ones. Even the Great Rejuvenating Pill can't save him."

Blue Phoenix is ​​very experienced in this.

Sects like the Five Poisons Sect, the Tang Clan, and the Wen Family, which have a history of poison arts spanning hundreds of years, must have elders who deal with various deadly poisons day and night, testing their poison skills on their own bodies.

Over time, a huge amount of toxins accumulate in the body.

Most of the elders of the Five Poisons Sect are old and frail; they look fifty when they are thirty, and seventy or eighty when they are fifty. Few of them live to sixty.

The Wen family's situation was even worse than that of the Five Poisons Sect. The Wen family was divided into four branches that poisoned each other. If they could not develop new deadly poisons or cure each other's poisons, they would be severely punished, and most of them died from internal strife.

The Tang Clan is relatively better.

After all, the Tang Clan's main martial arts skill is hidden weapons.

Those who practice hidden weapons tend to have a longer lifespan.

They don't fight in close combat; they run away when they encounter danger.

There are many seventy-year-old veterans in the Tang Clan.

However, only those who specialize in hidden weapons can live long lives; those who study deadly poisons are similar to the Five Poisons Sect.

Lan Fenghuang immediately understood Zhiguang's situation.

Zhiguang was a highly skilled doctor. Knowing that he was nearing the end of his life, he did not care about it. He regarded it as an act of atonement for his past sins. He believed that becoming a monk was not a refuge, and that debts must be repaid.

Duan Yu had no choice but to listen attentively to Zhiguang's last words.

Lan Fenghuang took out a small bamboo tube: "Drink this, and it will allow you to say a few more words."

"what is this?"

Zhiguang sniffed, looking puzzled.

"Five Treasures Honey Wine!"

"This humble monk never... vomits..."

Before she could finish speaking, A'Zhu grabbed the bamboo tube from Lan Fenghuang's hand and forced Zhiguang to drink it down his throat.

Zhiguang: ┓(`)┏

Buddha, this isn't my fault, is it?
I really didn't break any rules!
……

"You old bastard, impressive skills!"

A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of Li Zhaoting's mouth. He pondered to himself, "Where did this old Taoist priest come from? How is he so powerful? He's using authentic Taoist techniques!"
Jia Ren's eyes were wide with rage, his teeth clenched. His left arm was severed at the shoulder, and his chest was covered in cuts and slashes, his entire body was covered in wounds.

Even the golden silk soft armor given to him by his master was cut into tattered clothes by the Ziwei Soft Sword. It has to be said that this golden silk soft armor was very reliable. Without the golden silk soft armor, Jia Ren would have been torn to pieces by Li Zhaoting's sword energy long ago.

"Li Zhaoting, don't be so smug! Do you know who you've messed with? My master won't let you off the hook. He'll rip out your heart and use it to refine pills!"

"Alchemy? The Alchemy School?"

"What is the Dan Ding Sect anyway!"

"Could he be an ancient alchemist?"

"Hmph! Li Zhaoting, the Beggars' Sect's affairs have nothing to do with you, why bother getting involved? I swear, as long as you leave immediately, I will give you three golden pills."

"Golden Core? Do you have Nascent Soul stage?"

“Li Zhaoting, I’m not joking with you. The Golden Elixir is an elixir of immortality refined by my master. Taking one can extend one’s life by three years and keep one’s appearance young for ten years.”

"Can it increase my power?"

"of course can!"

Jia Ren smugly raised his head. "You've taken that so-called Golden Elixir, haven't you? Judging from your martial arts skills, its effects are negligible!"

Li Zhaoting's gaze suddenly turned cold: "Originally, I could have let you go, but you are an alchemist, and to prevent you from bewitching the innocent, I have no choice but to kill you!"

The idea that alchemy can prolong life is pure nonsense!
There are indeed sects in the world that practice alchemy, but they either study medicine and pharmacology or practice internal alchemy, emphasizing methods of health preservation, internal and external cultivation, and purifying the mind and reducing desires.

"Longevity pills" are all scams.

Related to this are either wasteful and wasteful practices or insidious and cruel secret techniques. Throughout history, the only proven method for prolonging life is plunder.

To plunder the vital essence and blood of others.

One must possess a solid foundation, coupled with a massive amount of vital essence and blood, in order to potentially prolong life.

What level of cultivation is required?

Not too high!

The level of "Evil Emperor of the Demonic Sect" is enough!

It's nothing more than "shattering the void"!

Reaching this level offers a certain probability of extending lifespan.

All other methods are nonsense!
Either you're mentally ill!
They either want to gain power and status through this!

Jia Ren's school of thought mostly belonged to the latter type.

Surname Jia, Manchu, heretical Taoist...

It looks somewhat familiar!

Didn't this guy die during the Yongzheng era?

Emperor Yongzheng's staunch confidant, Li Wei, personally carried it out!

Li Zhaoting's mind raced, and his movements were as swift as the wind. Sensing Li Zhaoting's determination, the Purple Rose Soft Sword flashed with a streak of bloody light, and a long river of bloody sword energy surged forth.

Jia Ren barely managed to dodge, and just as he was about to retaliate, he saw Li Zhaoting's hands come together and separate, the sword hovering in mid-air. The Purple Star Soft Sword, like divine punishment, pierced towards Jia Ren's chest.

Jia Ren: Is it too late to run now?
……

In the distance, a mountain peak.

Three burly men were watching through binoculars.

One was Senggelinqin of the Manchu Qing Dynasty.

One is the Helian Iron Tree of the Western Xia Dynasty.

One is a Japanese samurai with his face covered.

The three were in charge of this mission.

Logically speaking, they should have taken action long ago.

However, they remained unmoved.

He calmly watched the show, letting Li Zhaoting slaughter Japanese ninjas, letting Qiao Feng kill Zhao Wuji, and letting the Beggar Clan elders and elites of the First-Class Hall exchange lives.

Senggelinqin sneered: "I saw long ago that Zhao Wuji was hiding his martial arts skills. He's an ungrateful wretch. No matter how much reward his master gives him, he'll always try to bite back!"

Helian Tieshu sighed, "There are so many geniuses in the Central Plains martial arts world. If we let them grow up and give them ten years, they will surely become a major threat."

The Japanese samurai scoffed, "Even if they were given a hundred years, they would accomplish nothing. The pride of the Central Plains often dies in internal strife."

"Helian Tieshu, why aren't you making a move? I think this Mr. Yan Longyuan is no less than Qiao Feng!"

“Senggelinqin, the old gentleman behind you is no less skilled in martial arts than Li Zhaoting. As long as this senior is willing to take action, I will immediately have Yan Longyuan do so.”

After saying that, the two looked at the Japanese samurai.

The Japanese samurai calmly said, "You should think about how to cover for the Suzhou prefect first! If you're always thinking about these petty gains, when will you ever achieve anything great?"

Helian Tieshu suddenly stood up: "Great cause? Is it the great cause of Western Xia, or the great cause of Japan? Isn't this your goal? To make the Suzhou prefect take the blame, seize the opportunity to take over the sea outlet, and thus enhance maritime transport!"

Senggelinqin chimed in, "General Weizhentian is far too rude. You came to us to discuss cooperation, but you were so secretive and afraid to show your face. Do you look down on the two of us?"

The Japanese samurai bowed deeply: "My identity cannot be revealed casually. Please forgive me, gentlemen. I am willing to offer 100,000 taels of silver to express my apology."

As he spoke, he pulled out a 100,000 tael silver note.

Senggelinqin and Helian Tieshu smiled with satisfaction.

The task is one thing.

The benefits that are actually received are another matter.

One of them was a nobleman from the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty, and the other came from the Helian family. They held high positions and wielded great power. Even if this mission failed, the emperor would not punish them.

Besides, this is only the first step.

There are still many steps to follow.

There are many, many, many steps.

The Central Plains are so beautiful!

Who wouldn't want to occupy the fertile lands of the Central Plains?
Senggelinqin put away his binoculars and quickly left under the protection of the old man in plain clothes and blue robes. Helian Tieshu left under the protection of Yan Longyuan. After watching them go far away, the Japanese samurai gently removed his veil.

Underneath the headscarf was a bald head.

It's white and clean, like a boiled egg.

Beneath his bald head was a handsome and refined face.

Calm and detached from worldly affairs, like white clouds in the sky, without the slightest flaw, unlike a person from this world.

The monk watched the battle in the apricot grove in silence.

They did not leave Xingzilin until the battle was completely over, until all the experts sent by the Japanese, Manchu, and Western Xia were dead, until all the assassins were killed in retaliation, and until all the spies who carried out this mission were dead.

Unbeknownst to the monk, no sooner had he left than a tall, imposing figure in black, masked but with only his eyes visible, stood in the spot where he had just been standing.

Even through the mask, one could still sense the mockery in the person's eyes, and even see the upturned corners of their mouth beneath the mask, their eyes full of disdain.

Who do you think you are?
Do you think you're qualified to scheme against Qiao Feng?
You dare to scheme against my son?

The old man removed his mask, revealing a face exactly like Qiao Feng's, only decades older, with white hair and beard, and a hint of melancholy between his brows.

Xiao Yuanshan!
Qiao Feng's biological father!
The Avengers Returned from Hell!
An observer who witnessed the conspiracy in Xingzilin!
Many of the steps that should have taken place in Senggelinqin's or Helian Tieshu's plans ultimately failed to materialize because Xiao Yuanshan sabotaged them.

Xiao Yuanshan didn't mind revealing Qiao Feng's background, didn't mind having experts train Qiao Feng, and even wanted to personally smear Qiao Feng. However, he quietly dealt with some situations that were too dangerous or even fatal.

The three-way alliance was never truly of one mind.

Senggelinqin mistakenly believed that Helian Tieshu was up to no good, Helian Tieshu mistakenly believed that the Japanese were causing trouble, and the Japanese samurai thought that the two barbarian generals were both incompetent.

Xiao Yuanshan is straightforward and doesn't have any special ways of concealing his actions, making him easy to find out.

However, the leaders of the Manchu, Western Xia, and Japanese factions were not on the same page and did not share intelligence. When something went wrong, they would simply shift the blame to others and failed to discover Xiao Yuanshan.

The same applies to those powerful Dharma protectors.

The mysterious old man brought by Senggelinqin and Yan Longyuan brought by Helian Tieshu were both top-notch experts with extremely keen spiritual senses, and were best at finding ambushes.

It all boils down to those four words... people's hearts are not united!
The old man and Yan Longyuan were hostile to each other, and then they both stared at the Japanese samurai, with the three families checking and balancing each other.

Xiao Yuanshan was fortunate enough to avoid being detected.

Of course, Xiao Yuanshan was unaware of these things.

He felt his infiltration was flawless!

The only one I can't figure out is... Li Zhaoting!

(End of this chapter)