Martial Arts Crossover: My Wife is the Top Scholar

Chapter 283 A Kiss

"Old thief, are you ready to die?"

Li Shengnan looked coldly at Meng Shentong.

Li Zhaoting was somewhat surprised. In the six months since they last met, Li Shengnan's aura had doubled. The aura of this female demon made one really want to... put high heels on her!

Meng Shentong's expression suddenly turned cold.

If it were just Li Shengnan, she couldn't win and could find a chance to escape. But with Li Zhaoting added to the mix, even if he cultivated to the ninth level of the Asura Realm, he would still be doomed.

Li Zhaoting is here. Has his wife come?
Uh……

Of course he didn't come!

Feng Suzhen really wanted to see Li Shengnan and compete with her in swordsmanship. Li Zhaoting said, "As the ancients said, 'Kings should not meet.' My lady, please rest well at the inn."

Lan Fenghuang, Miss Wang, Mei Zhu, and Jiang Yuyan rushed forward and finally subdued Feng Suzhen.

We can meet anytime.

Not today.

Today is Li Shengnan's stage.

The stage for revenge.

"Meng Shentong, prepare to die!"

Li Shengnan swung her claw at Meng Shentong, who then unleashed a bluish-gray aura. Without hesitation, he broke through the bottleneck, risking a qi deviation to break through to the ninth level. He swiftly clasped his hands together and unleashed a Vajra Palm force.

Using the Vajra Palm technique to create distance, Meng Shentong exuded cold air from every pore of his body, and launched a counterattack with the Xuan Yin Finger technique by continuously pointing out finger power with both hands.

Meng Shentong had only been practicing the Zixia Divine Skill for three days, and he could not suppress the Yin and evil Qi of the Nine Heavens of Asura. Every time he practiced the skill, he felt soreness in his meridians and burning sensation in his internal organs.

Accompanying the pain was immense power.

With a casual wave of his hand, Meng Shentong could unleash hundreds of icy arrows. Stepping on the Heavenly Net Footwork, he dodged amidst the flashing blades and shadows, each move powerful and domineering.

Li Shengnan did not draw her sword.

After more than a year of training, Li Shengnan realized a despairing truth: she could never compete with Li Zhaoting in swordsmanship, and continuing to hone her swordsmanship would not only fail to improve her skills but would also create inner demons.

Upon realizing this, everything became clear.

Li Shengnan abandoned her sword and used her claws.

Yu Luosha was very satisfied with Li Shengnan's choice and taught her a set of fierce and domineering peerless claw techniques.

The Great Universe-Destroying Hand of Heaven and Earth!

The only offensive martial art in "The Great Compassion Ode of the Interplay of Heaven and Earth and Yin and Yang" is, of course, the version specifically taught by the sect leader; the other version is all martial arts.

The Great Universe Hand holds the universe within its palms. Its hands are as solid as Vajra, possessing the power of two dragons and four elephants. It also has the Great Soul-Searching Hand, which seizes the life essence of all things, and the Great Purple Sun Hand, which refines external forces and dissolves all things.

Simply put, it can be understood as a collection of the essence of all the grappling techniques of the Demonic Cult, fusing the martial arts concepts of the Demonic Cult's masters and thousands of experts throughout history into one. It is the crystallization of the Demonic Cult's grappling techniques, all-encompassing and unfathomable.

This method, however, turned out to be a lucky accident.

Meng Shentong was skilled in "transmitting power through objects," which allowed him to transmit malevolent energy through weapons. He could make the sword material cold and brittle with just a flick of his finger, and even freeze his wrist along the sword.

Countless masters were outmaneuvered by Meng Shentong, refusing to abandon their weapons in battle. As a result, their weapons were either shattered by Meng Shentong's single strike, or their wrists became numb and powerless.

Li Shengnan launched a fierce attack with the Great Universe Hand, and a mysterious suction force emanated from her palm. As long as her fingers and palms made contact, Li Shengnan could defeat her enemy with the Great Soul Searching Hand.

Those caught by the Great Soul-Searching Hand will feel as if evil spirits are crawling out from under their skin, and their whole body will be in pain, numbness and itching. The attacker only needs to exert force with their five fingers to tear off the skin completely, or attack hidden acupoints and meridians, making people unable to live or die, caught between life and death.

The Great Soul-Searching Hand doesn't possess the power to "search souls," but he can force people to confess through torture.

Those caught by the Great Purple Sun Hand will have their meridians and internal organs invaded by the Purple Sun Demon Flame, turning them into roasted whole lambs or burning them to charcoal in one blow.

In the original storyline, Yu Luosha faked her death, causing the traitors of the Western Regions Demonic Sect to show themselves. She then took action to quell the rebellion, casually blasting the traitors into dust with a single palm strike.

This palm strike is the Great Purple Sun Hand.

In other words, Li Shengnan's hands were even more powerful than weapons. She grabbed with both hands and launched a frenzied attack, fighting Meng Shentong to the death, and her killing became increasingly ruthless.

"Impossible! I will never admit defeat!"

"I'll send you to hell!"

Li Shengnan stepped through the void, lightly passing by Meng Shentong. Her right hand unleashed the Purple Sun Demon Flame, and as she made her move, her wrist spun, turning the demon flame into a tornado.

Caught off guard, Meng Shentong was bound by the demonic flames. Just as he was about to unleash his power to escape, Li Shengnan's sharp claws landed on Meng Shentong's shoulder, tearing off a large piece of flesh.

One claw, two claws, three claws, four claws...

The attacks came in rapid succession, like a pack of wolves hunting. The claws scratched and clawed at Meng Shentong's body repeatedly, tearing off large chunks of flesh each time, causing blood to splatter and bones to shatter.

In a daze, a blood-red witch's image rose behind Li Shengnan and attacked simultaneously. At first, Meng Shentong had the strength to fight back and could condense a layer of ice armor on his body, but it was quickly torn apart by sharp claws.

Li Shengnan went completely mad. Her jet-black hair turned silvery-white, her eyes were bloodshot, and she lost all reason, with only the thought of attacking madly.

"That old scoundrel Meng!"

"you give me!"

"Wake up...to it!"

"boom!"

Li Shengnan slashed with both claws, unleashing unparalleled power as she struck Meng Shentong's chest. With a series of cracking sounds, all of Meng Shentong's ribs shattered, as if he had been trampled by an elephant, with bone spurs piercing his internal organs.

"I... got... revenge!"

Li Shengnan coughed up a mouthful of blood, her silver-white hair turned jet black again, her eyes returned to normal, and she looked at Meng Shentong on the ground, sneering, "This is what you owed me twenty years ago, and now I'm returning it to you!"

Meng Shentong lamented, "What goes around comes around! To die at the hands of the Li family, this is my retribution!"

"What else do you have to say?"

"Since we've lost, there's no need for further words!"

Meng Shentong deliberately dispersed his true energy, dissipating the last bit of life force. His head lolled to the side, and his corpse fell to the ground.

"Li Zhaoting, thank you!"

Li Shengnan looked at Li Zhaoting sincerely.

"Uh... this... me!"

"So fussy and inconvenient!"

Li Shengnan took the initiative to hug Li Zhaoting.

Immediately afterwards, a warm, moist touch came to my lips.

When Li Zhaoting came to his senses, Li Shengnan had already drifted away, leaving a sweet aftertaste on her lips.

"Tsk tsk~ No wonder you didn't let me help you! So you were worried about ruining your luck with women. How heartless of you! I care about you so much, and all you think about is picking up girls!"

Feng Suzhen lowered her eyes and looked on the verge of tears.

"Tsk tsk~ No wonder you didn't ask me for help! So you found someone better. What a heartless and ungrateful man! You're always looking for something better than what you have! You deserve to be bitten to death by the Golden Silkworm Gu!"

Lan Fenghuang was playing with a silkworm in her palm.

"Tsk tsk~ No wonder they wouldn't let me help! Turns out they were afraid I'd kill the witch with my spear! A witch is nothing special, I'm still the sect leader!"

Miss Wang carried the Overlord Spear on her shoulder, striking a pose like Erlang carrying a mountain, and making clicking noises with her mouth.

Li Zhaoting: Where's the crack in the ground? I want to find a crack to crawl into! Is it too late to die now?

Where are Mei and Zhu?

Li Zhaoting tried to change the subject in a dry and unhelpful manner.

"Hmph!" Feng Suzhen gave a sarcastic snort.

The power of the First Wife is terrifying!
Li Zhaoting surrendered on the spot and was tied up by his three wives and beaten by them in an inn. They fought a brutal battle, leaving him teetering on the brink of collapse, and he was ultimately defeated and routed!
……

The next morning.

Li Zhaoting walked out of the room, rubbing his lower back.

Hu Qingniu was having breakfast downstairs.

Li Zhaoting helped him get revenge, so Hu Qingniu couldn't leave without showing his gratitude; he should at least help by prescribing seven or eight medicines!
"Dr. Hu, I only have one question: why do you only treat those who are disciples of the Ming Cult? Even if you haven't eaten pork, you've seen pigs run. Why don't you follow Ping Yizhi's example?"

"Sigh... all for survival!"

Hu Qingniu sighed deeply.

If someone else had asked this question, Hu Qingniu would have definitely shifted the blame to his wife, Wang Nangu. Both Hu Qingniu and Wang Nangu were disciples of the Demonic Cult. Wang Nangu liked to poison people so that he could treat them. In a fit of anger, Hu Qingniu declared that he would only treat those who were disciples of the Ming Cult, and told her to go ahead and poison them!

Wang Nangu could not possibly poison her fellow disciple, so the competition between the two ended there, and they lived apart for several years.

Li Zhaoting asked this question...

Hu Qingniu recounted a strange and unusual story.

The Ming Cult has four great Dharma Kings. This matter is related to Dai Qisi, the Purple-Robed Dragon King. There was a young man named Han Qianye who climbed Bright Peak to seek revenge on Yang Dingtian. Yang Dingtian was arrogant and said that Han Qianye could ask him any question he wanted.

Han Qianye is going to have a competition under the icy pool.

Yang Dingtian was exceptionally skilled in martial arts, but he was lacking in swimming. Just as he was struggling with this, the Purple-Robed Dragon King stepped forward and recognized Yang Dingtian as his godfather.

Han Qianye is seeking revenge for his father.

The Purple-Robed Dragon King went to war in place of his father.

The two fought fiercely in the icy pool. In the end, the Purple-Robed Dragon King won by one move, and Han Qianye took the initiative to leave. The two developed feelings for each other during the fight. After much consideration, the Purple-Robed Dragon King disregarded the objections of her fellow disciples and married Han Qianye. At that time, only Xie Xun attended the wedding, and everyone else avoided it.

Not long after, Han Qianye was ambushed by the mute monk in the Western Regions and was seriously injured. The Purple-Robed Dragon King sought treatment from Hu Qingniu, who said, "Unless the Purple-Robed Dragon King returns to the Ming Cult and Han Qianye acknowledges himself as a son-in-law of the Ming Cult, I will absolutely not treat him. I will not treat anyone who is not a disciple of the Ming Cult!"

Han Qianye contracted a deadly poison and died from her illness.

The Purple-Robed Dragon King stared intently at Hu Qingniu, declaring that if he broke his oath, he would tear him to pieces.

This has piqued people's curiosity.

Hu Qingniu had no grudge against the Purple-Robed Dragon King, so why did he have to make things difficult for Han Qianye? Of course, it was because Hu Qingniu recognized Han Qianye's injuries at a glance.

Who is the "mute ascetic"?
This identity is an open secret!

Fan Yao, Right Envoy of the Ming Cult!
Hu Qingniu wasn't incapable of treating Han Qianye, nor was he deliberately making things difficult for her; he simply didn't dare to treat her.

If I treat him, I'll offend Fan Yao!
If it's incurable, we'll offend the Purple-Robed Dragon King!
Between two evils, choose the lesser. Hu Qingniu knew Fan Yao's character well. Fan Yao was patient, ruthless, and vicious. If you offended him, you would have no peace for the rest of your life.

Hearing this, Li Zhaoting shook his head helplessly.

In the original storyline, the cause of Han Qianye's death remained unresolved, with many suspecting Fan Yao.

On the one hand, Fan Yao dressed up as a wandering monk.

On the one hand, it's difficult to distinguish between right and wrong in Fan Yao's actions.

On one hand, Fan Yao is in love with the Purple-Robed Dragon King.

Fan Yao was not a loyal subject of the Ming Cult.

When Fan Yao infiltrated Zhao Min's inner circle, the Ming Cult was already in disarray. In order to gain Zhao Min's trust, he personally killed three leaders of the Ming Cult. Just think, what would Fan Yao have done if Zhang Wuji hadn't been there?

There's no need to elaborate on this.

Why didn't Hu Qingniu join a prestigious sect?

A divine physician of Hu Qingniu's caliber would be sought after by both Shaolin and Wudang sects, as well as the Demonic Sect, with hefty sums of money.

Because the Ming Cult is a "religious sect"!
The Ming Cult is not a martial arts gang, it is a religious sect!

To put it bluntly, in Hu Qingniu's eyes, Shaolin, Wudang, and the Demonic Sect are all "heretics"!
Li Zhaoting did not openly recruit them.

Hu Qingniu didn't mention these things.

He left behind several medical books and returned to Butterfly Valley.

After several days of sightseeing, Miss Wang, Lan Fenghuang, and Jiang Yuyan returned to Jinling to run the Shunfeng Escort Agency.

Li Zhaoting, Feng Suzhen, and Meizhu waited for Li Xunhuan's entourage. Several days later, the entourage arrived. The entourage was not very large, but it had a large number of guards.

Mastermind: Li Xunhuan;
Deputy Envoy: Tang Bohu;
Guard Captain: Li Zhaoting;

Escort bodyguards: 300 Imperial Guards;
Three hundred Imperial Guards is definitely not a small number.

Especially when you see their equipment, each person is equipped with a long spear, crossbow, bow and arrow, musket, and even a powerful crossbow. Are they planning to go to the Western Regions to fight?

How can three hundred people fight a war?

Three hundred elite imperial guards are certainly capable of fighting!

This is an absolute, decisive force.

Even ignoring Li Zhaoting's formidable martial prowess, he could conquer half of the chaotic small kingdoms of the Western Regions, also known as the legendary Thirty-Six Kingdoms of the Western Regions.

Of course, there's a premise to this.

We must have generals who are skilled in battle.

Li Xunhuan, he should be able to... what a load of rubbish!
Li Xunhuan only had three major skills in his life.

Reading, throwing knives, and being chased by girls!

We might as well rely on Tang Bohu!
Tang Bohu was a master marksman.

A marksman with exceptional marksmanship should be able to lead troops, right?
The answer is: No!

Tang Bohu's only contribution to military campaigns was making barbecue for the soldiers, and he was particularly good at making grilled chicken wings!

Male Gobi!

Dad, you're going to kill me!
Where is your strategic planning?
What about your ability to win battles from afar?
If you're so capable, send me a famous general!
Li Zhaoting looked around aimlessly and found that the commander of the Imperial Guards was a pretty boy whose appearance was no less than that of Hua Manlou or Dongfang Sheng. He did not have the rugged and tough face of a traditional soldier, nor did he have bronze skin. Instead, he had the handsome features of a Jiangnan water town, and he wore a mask at his waist.

It wasn't about worrying about getting a tan, nor was it about using a mask to scare people; it was about having writing on one's face. This was a common form of punishment: tattooing one's face and being sent to the army or exile.

Many of the Liangshan heroes suffered this kind of punishment.

There's a term called "thief-conscripted soldier," which refers to tattooing the faces of people who have committed certain crimes and sending them to the border regions to serve in the army. Handsome men, tattooed faces, masks...

Li Zhaoting gasped.

Dad!

You really are my dad!
Dear Dad, I love you so much!

Li Zhaoting put on a straw hat, whistled, and looked at the desert wind and sand, feeling boundless pride in his heart.

"With the long spear in hand~"
Lofty ambitions in my heart~
The wind blows the grass low as he travels thousands of miles.
Blood-stained Frost Blade, Frontier Wind~

……

"Rongrong, Hongxiu, Tian'er, if you don't bring me some good food, I'll swallow the boat."

Chu Liuxiang returned to his ship, as if a wanderer had returned home. The sea breeze was damp and warm, just like his mood... terrible!

Chu Liuxiang was in a very bad mood!
There was no one on the boat.

Su Rongrong, Li Hongxiu, and Song Tian'er all disappeared without a trace, leaving only a black pearl behind.

A letter lies beneath the black pearl: Chu Liuxiang carelessly lost a beauty, and the black pearl abducted a national treasure at sea!
　Original text: When I asked who poisoned him, I learned that it was done by a mute monk from the Western Regions under the command of the Mongols, and that my wife had nothing to do with it... This sentence is almost an open secret: Fan Yao was the one who poisoned Han Qianye!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)