Martial Arts Crossover: My Wife is the Top Scholar

Chapter 309 Qingcheng disciples, the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual is here!
The Mingyue Cult gathers every year on the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month.

If we calculate the time, there's still a month and a half left.

Fearing that he might alert the enemy, Li Zhaoting decided to take his two wives to do something exciting, using a series of major events in the underworld to completely overshadow the controversy.

It's a helpless situation, to say the least.

I used to complain that I always ran into the Green Dragon Society.

Now, when people want to cause trouble for the Green Dragon Society, the Green Dragon Society has taken the initiative to hide, burying itself deeper than an earthworm.

They don't come when they should.

They come at inopportune times.

The Green Dragon Society is full of bad people!

During her previous mission to the Western Regions, Feng Suzhen failed to control Li Zhaoting, allowing him to philander and even encouraging him behind the scenes.

Teahouses and taverns are full of new jokes.

Li Zhaoting's reputation for womanizing spread throughout the land.

After a vote by the sisters in the family, Feng Suzhen and Meizhu are temporarily placed under punishment. This time, they will be supervised by Miss Wang, Lan Fenghuang, and Jiang Yuyan when they go out.

Heading south along Langshan Mountain leads to Sichuan.

I'll take this opportunity to visit Qingcheng Mountain and the Salt Gang.

Where did the Qingcheng Immortal Sect come from?

My mother's Taoist name, coupled with her relationship with Empress Liu E, which was both hostile and friendly, seems somewhat familiar.

Is Cheng Huaixiu a disciple of the Qingcheng Immortal Sect?

What is Cihang Jingzhai's opinion on this?
There's another matter. In half a month, it will be Duan Zhengchun's birthday. Duan Zhengming is tired of being emperor and has decided to become a monk at Tianlong Temple and pass the throne to Duan Zhengchun.

Li Zhaoting and Xiao Feng were going to attend the ceremony.

Especially Xiao Feng.

Although A'Zhu had no affection for the Duan family, Duan Zhengchun tried to win her over by saying that Dali was a beautiful place with clear waters and a spring-like climate all year round, suitable for retirement and raising children. He suggested that once A'Zhu became pregnant, she could stay in Dali to prepare for childbirth, which would be better than being exposed to the cold winds of the northern frontier. He urged her to stay in Dali for the time being.
Even if we don't give Duan Zhengchun face, shouldn't we at least give Duan Yu face? Qiao Sanhuai and his wife are living a retirement life in Dali; we can't take the old couple to the harsh and cold borderlands, can we?

This is worse than being exiled to Lingnan!

Every family has its own set of problems!
Living a carefree life in the martial world is not so easy.
……

A middle-aged man with a pale face and no beard, dressed in garish clothes and looking somewhat effeminate, stood outside the Xuandu Temple, holding a thin and long sword.

Lin Zhennan.

Chief镖头 (head镖师) of Fuwei镖局 (Fuwei Escort Agency).

The head of Songfeng Temple of the Qingcheng Sect led his men to surround Fuwei Escort Agency, intending to wipe out the entire Fuwei Escort Agency. Although Yu Canghai was killed by a hidden master of the Lin family and Songfeng Temple was expelled from the Qingcheng Sect, the grudges would not be resolved so easily.

You block my front door, I'll block yours.

You lead a group of disciples, while I stand alone with my sword.

No matter how you look at it, it's perfectly reasonable!
That's just how the martial arts world is.

When Yu Canghai wanted to destroy the Fuwei Escort Agency, the old steward of the Lin family made a sudden move and killed Yu Canghai with a ghostly swift sword. Afterwards, he completely told Lin Zhennan about Lin Yuantu's secret and the hidden secrets of the Evil-Slaying Sword Manual.

Lin Zhennan initially found it unbelievable, until he found a kasaya with the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual written on it in his ancestral home. When he saw the first eight large characters, he felt dizzy.

—To master this divine skill, one must castrate oneself!

The Evil-Repelling Sword Manual held a mysterious attraction for Lin Zhennan. Just like Lin Pingzhi's assessment in the original story, once you start reading the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual, you can't help but become completely engrossed in it, reading it page after page, and before you know it, you've picked up a dagger.

Lin Zhennan is in this situation.

Frankly speaking, Lin Zhennan's situation is far better than Lin Pingzhi's. There is no external invasion, and the family line has been continued. He is nearly fifty years old and lacks energy. He has long lost interest in matters of the bedroom.

Having guns but no bullets is just a decoration.

After much deliberation, Lin Zhennan castrated himself.

The Evil-Repelling Sword Manual is "fast" in every aspect.

With fast attack speed and fast training speed, one can make great progress in a very short time. Even if one's martial arts foundation was very poor before, one can quickly improve one's strength.

The Sunflower Manual is not a wicked or unorthodox path of seeking quick success and instant benefits. It contains authentic internal and external alchemy techniques and a mental cultivation method that unites heaven and man. Dongfang Bubai said that he had comprehended the profound truth of the unity of heaven and man in the growth of all things, and from then on he had no interest in power and devoted himself to embroidering flowers and birds in his boudoir.

The Evil-Repelling Sword Manual was something that Monk Duyuan temporarily memorized while flipping through the Sunflower Manual's mental cultivation method. As a martial artist, it was easy to memorize martial arts secrets and sword techniques, but it was somewhat difficult to memorize formulas and pharmacopoeias. However, the art of alchemy could not be off by even the slightest detail, so he simply deleted the alchemy techniques entirely.

Therefore, compared to the Sunflower Manual, the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual only records internal energy cultivation methods and sword techniques, lacking many important contents, which inevitably makes it seem sinister and ghostly.

Lin Yuantu was originally a monk who was well-versed in Buddhism. He had no desire for men or women and could use Buddhism to resolve violent tendencies. In his later years, he set up a Buddhist hall to deliver the souls of those who died by sword.

Other practitioners were far inferior to Lin Yuantu in terms of mental state, and their words and actions all changed.

The most obvious thing is... his fondness for women's clothing.

His inner self became increasingly impulsive and violent.

Unable to suppress the urge to kill.

He'd want to draw his sword and kill someone at the slightest provocation.

Lin Zhennan, who would never have dared to block the gate of the Qingcheng Sect in the past, is now not only arrogantly blocking the gate, but also allowing everyone to watch, single-handedly suppressing the Qingcheng Sect with his sword.

The head of Xuandu Temple was named Sima Lin. His father, Sima Wei, was a highly respected and kind-hearted man. In order to promote his reputation of "an eye for an eye," Murong Bo ruthlessly killed Sima Wei and framed Murong Fu.

Sima Lin inherited the position of sect leader. He once took his junior brother to the Murong family to reason with them, but was easily defeated by Bao Butong. His martial arts skills were extremely low, his abilities were average, and his prestige was insufficient.

Fortunately, Xuandu Temple has a highly skilled and ruthless elder named Duan Hongzi. Upon learning that Lin Zhennan had come to provoke them, Duan Hongzi took the initiative to fight.

"Chief Escort Lin, it's better to resolve conflicts than to perpetuate them. Yu Canghai has already been punished for his wrongdoings, and Songfeng Temple has been expelled from the Qingcheng Sect. My Xuandu Temple has no enmity or grudge with Fuwei Escort Agency, so why are you pressing us so hard?"

"It's better to resolve conflicts than to let them fester, huh!"

Lin Zhennan's voice was unusually high-pitched, even more unpleasant than a duck's croak. It was like a burly man with a stubble beard trying to sound sweet and affected, enough to make someone vomit for three days.

"I also believed in this principle back then. In order to resolve the feud with Songfeng Temple, I sent Yu Canghai a generous gift every year. How did Yu Canghai repay me?"

Why is Fuwei Escort Agency declining in status?

It's because I'm too cowardly and too weak!

You think I'm easy to bully!

You are extorting and blackmailing me!

His grandma’s!

Do you dare to blackmail Shunfeng Escort Agency?

A bunch of cowardly bullies who prey on the weak and fear the strong!

Are those who run security escort agencies destined to suffer losses?
Do you fucking dare to let Wang Shenglan suffer a loss?
The Qingcheng Sect blocked the gate of my Fuwei Escort Agency, so I blocked the gate of your Qingcheng Sect. This is called an eye for an eye!
Duan Hongzi, draw your sword!

Let me see what you're capable of!

Lin Zhennan looked at Duan Hongzi with disdain.

"You're asking for trouble! You're asking for it!"

Duan Hongzi swung his sword at Lin Zhennan. He had seen Lin Zhennan's martial arts skills before, and they were far inferior to those of the inner disciples of Songfeng Temple and Xuandu Temple, and worlds apart from Sima Lin. Duan Hongzi was confident that he could win within half a move.

No need to make a move!

You can win with just a casual slash.

That would make this arrogant, good-for-nothing middle-aged loser roll down Qingcheng Mountain.

Duan Hongzi, as the Supreme Elder of Xuandu Temple, has nothing to do with being highly respected or venerable. He appears to be a kind and honest elder, but in reality, he is despicable and shameless.

Duan Hongzi suffers from a severe mental illness. His favorite pastime is bullying the weak. He spits his saliva all over his food while eating and targets the groin during fights, especially female warriors. In the original story, Duan Hongzi bullies the weak, torturing Zhu Qiqi with the most despicable and lewd sword techniques. But evil people always have their match, and in the end, he inevitably suffers a crushing defeat.

Duan Hongzi was very skilled in martial arts, but not strong enough. He dared not challenge the strong and could only vent his dissatisfaction by bullying the weak. He used the most despicable, shameless, and lewd tricks to bully the old, weak, women and children in order to gain a sense of satisfaction.

In Duan Hongzi's mind, Lin Zhennan was an ant that could be easily swatted. To be honest, a little over a year ago, Lin Zhennan was indeed an ant, the worst of the worst.

Now, times have changed, and the situation has reversed.

Lin Zhennan drew his sword.

The area outside Xuandu Temple is filled with a ghostly atmosphere.

Lin Zhennan did not retaliate, but arrogantly weaved through Duan Hongzi's numerous sword shadows, mocking in a shrill, hoarse voice: "Nothing special! Too slow, have you not eaten? Qingcheng Sword Technique, nothing special!"

Duan Hongzi was furious, but his speed was far inferior to Lin Zhennan's. No matter how exquisite his moves were, no matter how much he calculated everything and anticipated all of Lin Zhennan's escape routes, he still couldn't pierce Lin Zhennan.

It's impossible to even get half a piece of clothing wet!

"Impossible! Impossible!"

Duan Hongzi clutched his throat, his face filled with horror.

Lin Zhennan disdainfully sheathed his sword.

"I am very magnanimous. I neither exterminated the entire family nor removed the plaque of Xuandu Temple. Aren't I very forgiving!"

Lin Zhennan laughed wildly as he headed towards Chaoyang Temple.

Duan Hongzi collapsed to the ground in despair.

He never saw the path of the sword until his death.

Duan Hongzi had no idea when Lin Zhennan made his move, when he thrust, or when he retracted his sword. He only saw a blur before everything went black.

"Lin Zhennan, I... *pfft*"

Duan Hongzi's corpse fell to the ground.

The onlookers cheered.

Among the many branches of the Qingcheng Sect, Chaoyang Temple and Tianmiao Temple are the strongest. The head of Tianmiao Temple, Nu Zhenren, is a Grandmaster of the Heavenly Gang and is recognized as the number one expert in Qingcheng. Han Yinqiao and Xin Yinnong of Chaoyang Temple are highly respected seniors with superb swordsmanship, and are as famous as Master Tongchan of Shaolin, Tang Xiaolan, the head of Tianshan, and Abbess Miejue of Emei.

Upon learning that Lin Zhennan had come to provoke them, the two senior figures naturally refused to back down and took the initiative to go out and meet him.

Xin Yinnong sighed, "Chief Escort Lin, I don't want to waste time with nonsense. I only have one question: even if you can beat me, can you defeat Nu Zhenren?"

Lin Zhennan sneered: "Whether we can win or not, we'll only know after we fight. The Qingcheng Sect has quite a reputation. When you bullied me, did you ever think this day would come?"

Xin Yinnong did not say, "This matter has nothing to do with me."

This reason is utterly shameless.

When it's time to eat meat, everyone in Qingcheng is one family; when it's time to suffer, justice is divided. If that's really the case, there's no need for the Qingcheng faction to exist. Just let each faction go its own way and govern independently. Why bother forming the Qingcheng faction?
"Chief镖师 Lin, please make your move!"

Xin Yinnong signaled to Lin Zhennan to make the first move.

Lin Zhennan snorted coldly, drew his sword, and thrust it toward Xin Yinnong's heart. His attack was as fast as lightning, and while the moves themselves weren't particularly sophisticated, the speed was exceptionally fast.

Of all martial arts techniques in the world, none are invincible except for speed.

Just as scientific research can be simplified to boiling water and throwing stones, martial arts can be simplified to strength and speed. Martial artists pursue the ultimate strength and speed, which often leads them to take unconventional approaches and achieve extremely high levels of expertise in a particular area.

The techniques of drawing the sword, drawing the blade, the Sunflower Manual, and the Heavenly Demon Yin Condensation are all the best in this field. They use extreme speed to replace all fancy tricks. No matter what tricks the enemy has or how powerful the enemy is, as long as the speed is fast enough, the enemy will be rendered useless.

Speed ​​is power.

When the speed is fast enough, even a grain of sand or a needle can unleash unparalleled power.

This is why practitioners of the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual can't stop practicing; the feeling of being able to do whatever they want and moving as fast as lightning is so exhilarating that it makes them feel invincible.

It provides extreme stimulation to the nerves, an indescribable pleasure that can drive practitioners to improve their speed at any cost, until their potential is completely exhausted.

The stronger the desire, the more violent the outburst.

Lin Zhennan had been a coward for two or three decades, but finally he obtained unparalleled martial arts skills and mastered the Ghostly Fast Sword. Even if the enemy in front of him was Li Zhaoting, he would still draw his sword and make a move.

Lin Zhennan dodged and weaved, sometimes to the east, sometimes to the west, sometimes up, sometimes down, making it impossible to see his figure or sword path. Only afterimages could be seen. After exchanging three moves, Xin Yinnong knew that his speed was far inferior to Lin Zhennan's, so he waited for the right moment and carefully guarded his position with his sword moves, not seeking merit but avoiding mistakes.

This move sent chills down Lin Zhennan's spine.

Xin Yinnong had cultivated his internal energy for decades, achieving a level of refinement and purity far surpassing Lin Zhennan's. His defense was impeccable, leaving no opening for attack.

The sword was imbued with powerful internal energy. Whenever the two clashed with their swords, Lin Zhennan would feel a strong backlash. After two or three exchanges, he would no longer dare to fight head-on with his sword. Xin Yinnong had sharp eyes and saw through Lin Zhennan's true strength and weakness.

Lin Zhennan's swordsmanship foundation, martial arts insights, and internal strength accumulation are all insignificant; his only strength is his speed, which he has elevated to the highest level.

For top experts, the limit of their strength lies not in their strengths, but in their weaknesses, because every skill of an expert is a strength, and they can only compare their weaknesses.

Playing to one's strengths and avoiding one's weaknesses is exactly what this means.

For ordinary martial artists, if they cannot become all-rounders, they should make their strengths as strong as possible, make as many friends as possible, and use teamwork to eliminate fatal weaknesses.

If Lin Zhennan were to form a martial arts squad, he would need meat shields and warriors, and he could act as an assassin.

In view of this, Xin Yinong swung his sword horizontally, and the sword energy turned into a light screen in front of him. Lin Zhennan thrust his sword at the light screen a hundred times, but dared not get any closer.

From a distance, all you can see is a red shadow leaping and slashing around a green dumpling, but the green dumpling remains green, and the red shadow remains red.

Moving at high speeds is extremely physically demanding.

The sword energy enveloped his entire body, but the damage was immense.

Unbeknownst to them, the two had entered a phase of attrition. Their swords did not clash at all, yet they were engaged in the most dangerous contest in the martial arts world. The swords whistled and clashed as Xin Yinnong and Lin Zhennan exchanged four hundred blows. The sword energy barrier appeared and disappeared intermittently, and the red figure slowed down more and more, indicating that the decisive stage had arrived.

"Whoosh!"

The sword in Lin Zhennan's hand flew out.

With all his strength focused on the sword's edge, Xin Yinnong increased the sword's speed to its maximum. He swung the sword upwards, desperately changing its trajectory. With a loud bang, the flying sword shot into the distance, heading straight for Li Zhaoting's face.

Li Zhaoting thought to himself, "I'm here to watch the battle. If you want to drag innocent bystanders into this, can you at least find someone to actually be involved?"

The index and middle fingers lightly extend out.

Telepathic communication.

Minds think alike.

"Clap!"

The sword was held between two fingers.

Upon closer inspection, Lin Zhennan was holding a sharp dagger in his left hand, pointing it at Xin Yinnong's vitals, while Xin Yinnong's right hand formed a sword shape with his fingers, aiming at Lin Zhennan's throat.

Li Zhaoting said loudly, "Your martial arts skills are evenly matched, how about we settle for a draw for now?"

Xin Yinnong readily agreed: "Chief镖头 Lin, since Master Li has spoken, I will certainly give him face. The feud between our two families is over from now on, and we will never discuss it again!"

Lin Zhennan wanted to refute, but he could only manage a draw with Xin Yinnong despite his best efforts. If he continued to fight, the Qingcheng Sect would swarm him and he would surely be torn to pieces by a flurry of swords.

"Hmph! Elder Xin, let's put the feud between Fuwei Escort Agency and Chaoyang Temple behind us. If the disciples of Xuandu Temple want revenge on the Lin family, then the Lin family can take it all!"

Lin Zhennan sheathed the dagger and quickly left.

Xin Yinnong looked at Li Zhaoting with a bitter expression.

What brings you to Qingcheng?
Could a great demon be hiding in Qingcheng?
"Master Li, are you here for sightseeing?"

Li Zhaoting nodded: "I've been in the Western Regions desert for more than two months, and I want to see some green mountains and clear waters!"

Lan Fenghuang muttered under her breath, "Li Lang, you've been a womanizer in the Western Regions, haven't you had enough of the scenery yet!"

(End of this chapter)