Martial Arts Crossover: My Wife is the Top Scholar

"Chi~"

A tiny flame rose from the night sky.

Li Yanbei and Du Tongxuan engaged in a fierce battle.

As the saying goes, "When you're in the game, you're not in control of your own destiny."

As the saying goes, rice is expensive in the capital, and living there is not easy.

Since Su Mengzhen and Lei Sun moved to Yanyun, General Li of the North City and Scholar Du of the South City gradually became the leaders of the capital's underworld, clearly dividing the city into north and south.

Unfortunately, Li Yanbei was not a great general, and Du Tongxuan was not a grand scholar. Even if they were generals and scholars, who could remain untainted?
To those powerful figures who hold high positions, Li Yanbei and Du Tongxuan are nothing more than ants that can be easily destroyed, cannon fodder to stir up trouble.

Li Yanbei and Du Tongxuan could only choose one master to serve, and they secretly agreed that whoever survived to the end would take care of the other's wife and children.

Li Yanbei, wielding a horse-slaying sword, charged bravely into battle. His nickname was General Li, a derogatory title that Li Yanbei loathed, feeling it was an insult to him.

Now, leading the charge, he caused thousands of troops to scatter, and he truly displayed the demeanor of a fierce general. It was only at this moment that Du Tongxuan realized that Li Yanbei actually came from the Songshan Sect.

Li Yanbei used the dignified and powerful Songshan sword technique, with an aura as strong as a spear and halberd. He wielded a heavy sword that could be used as a door panel, swinging it up and down like a hurricane.

Li Yanbei felt that "General Li" was sarcastic, but Du Tongxuan really liked being called "Scholar Du." In the face of life and death, even a Grand Scholar would lead the charge.

That's just how gang warfare is.

If the boss doesn't take action, why would the underlings risk their lives?

Du Tongxuan is a disciple of the Huashan School and Xian Yutong's senior brother. He specializes in fist and foot techniques and acupoint striking. He is proficient in the Seventy-Two Styles of Eagle and Snake Life and Death Fighting and is skilled in using a pair of judge's pens.

Li Yanbei laughed wildly, looking up at the sky: "I never thought that one day, I, a lowly gang leader, would be able to set the stage for a world-changing event!"

Old Du from the South City, how high did I stand this time?
The higher you stand, the more magnificent the scenery becomes.

For the sake of this magnificent land, every man must fight, even if it's a futile effort like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, he must bravely clench his fist!

Du Tongxuan laughed loudly: "Well said! I didn't expect a roughneck like you to have such insights. I think you should be Scholar Li and I am General Du!"
Climbing upwards is not so easy.
We lowlifes must use the other as a stepping stone, stepping on their bodies to climb up step by step until we finally reach the top.

Old Li, we've been fighting for twenty years, and this time we're finally going to settle things. I wonder if General Li will become a stepping stone for Scholar Du, or if Scholar Du will die a horrible death.

To participate in a battle of this caliber would surely make one's name known throughout the martial arts world, even if it's recorded as a mayfly trying to shake a tree or a moth drawn to a flame, it would still be a worthwhile experience in this lifetime!

The phrases "a mantis trying to stop a chariot" and "an ant trying to shake a tree" are clearly not flattering and have been used to belittle scholars and intellectuals throughout history.

However, the mantis's resolute act of extending its claws, the ant's courage to rush towards the tree, and the moth's radiant glow when it flies into the flames are enough to be deeply remembered by the world.

Many fierce generals who fought on the battlefield were bestowed with jewelry and jade artifacts by the emperor, often one or two of which featured moths flying into the flame, signifying the generals' bravery.

For example, among the burial goods of Guo Hama, a famous general of the Jin Dynasty, who died on the battlefield, was a pair of "double jade discs with moth-shaped bodies and dragon patterns," which were Guo Hama's medals of honor.

Li Yanbei and Du Tongxuan knew that compared to those important figures, they were as fragile as mantises and mayflies, only able to drift with the tide and powerless to resist.

Even if you drift with the tide, even if you become cannon fodder, even if you don't live to see tomorrow morning, at least in the last battle of your life, you must fight to your heart's content.

Having been gang leaders for decades, the two have cried, laughed, lost, and won, but they have never backed down.

Life is like a game of chess, and the universe is unpredictable.

It is still unclear who will win.

While Li Yanbei and Du Tongxuan were locked in a life-or-death duel, with blood flowing like a river, the Eighth Prince Zhao Yuanyan concentrated all his forces and fiercely charged towards the palace.

After thirty years of painstaking planning, in the end, the most primitive and simplest method was still used to decide the succession to the Song Dynasty throne, leaving Zhao Yuanran both amused and exasperated.

It wasn't that Zhao Yuanyan didn't want to use schemes and tricks, but rather that the pawns he had carefully arranged were either accidentally exposed by Lu Xiaofeng or killed by Li Zhaoting.

Despite all the scheming and plotting, their strength not only failed to increase but actually weakened, and most of the experts they painstakingly recruited died under Li Zhaoting's sword.

What left Zhao Yuanyan speechless was that Li Zhaoting did not actively seek to deal with him. Most of the time, he simply acted as a chivalrous knight-errant in the martial arts world, slaying evil demons and heretics.

The situation in the capital is clear to everyone.

The final battle will inevitably take place in the imperial city. Zhao Zhen has already deployed a large army, and the famous minister Kou Zhun is in charge of commanding the imperial guards. The formation is as solid as iron and as strong as a fortress.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Yuanran took advantage of the opportunity to steal the Star Evil Sword Manual and found a passage through the back door.

A flaw has appeared in the iron wall.

The two sides clashed in close combat within the imperial city.

Kou Zhun waved his hand, and arrows rained down. The soldiers formed three groups and lined up, holding powerful crossbows, and fired three volleys at Zhao Yuanyan. There were also eight-ox crossbows ready to be fired.

Zhao Yuanyan has painstakingly built his power base over thirty years; how could he not have skilled men under his command? In this situation, we must bet everything; we absolutely cannot use piecemeal tactics.

With two angry roars, the two powerful demonic cultivators charged towards the palace gate, causing the ground to rumble.

One man, tall and imposing, held a spear in his left hand and an iron shield in his right, with a red belt around his waist. Behind him followed ten strong men, each carrying more than ten different weapons.

"A heart as vast as mountains of weapons and seas of ammunition"

The cycle of generation and restraint proves the Dao mind;
You can transform your supernatural powers;

No escape from the thirteen tones of weaponry!

"The 'Thief King' Chi Zunxin has come to learn from me!"

One man held a pair of short spears, which instantly combined into a twelve-foot-long spear. His aura was extremely tenacious, containing an indomitable fighting spirit that persisted despite repeated defeats.

"The serpent's spear splits the mountain, its poisonous claws reek of blood;"

The blood of the demonic body, ravaged by a hundred battles, has not yet congealed;

A ruthless hero rises anew after his defeat.
They laugh as even Yama, the King of Hell, dares not take them!
"The 'Poisonous Hand' Qian Luo has come to learn from us!"

Chi Zunxin and Qian Luo are both masters of the Demonic Sect.

Chi Zunxin is a successor of the Yin Gui Sect. He inherited part of the Dao Xin Seed Demon Technique and is proficient in the Heavenly Demon Hand and the Tianshan Plum Blossom Hand of the Xiaoyao Sect. He can wield any weapon in the world at will.

No matter what kind of opponent he faces, Chi Zunxin can choose the most suitable weapon and defeat the opponent by relying on the advantage of the weapon. The more weapons he has, the stronger his combat power becomes.

Qianluo inherited parts of the Yin Gui School, the Extinction of Emotions School, and the Flower School. He was skilled at using the beauty trap to arrange marriages, and then usurped other people's places. Despite repeated defeats, he was indomitable.

Both men were powerful figures of their time, and they knew that Zhao Yuanyan's chances of winning were extremely low. But the more they knew that, the more their gambling instincts were stimulated, and the more the demonic seed within them was aroused.

Chi Zunxin's steel shield was specially made, more than a person tall, and covered with iron spikes. When the shield was swung, it gleamed coldly within a radius of three zhang.

With a powerful leap, Chi Zunxin burst into the crowd, unleashing a bloody massacre.

With a casual wave of his hand, the shield transformed into a thick cloud, and Chi Zunxin spun around like lightning. The surrounding soldiers could only see a chilling glint in his eyes, followed by screams of agony.

With this spin, Chi Zunxin shredded everything and everyone within a three-zhang radius into pieces, and his shield, as large as a door panel, flew through the air, smashing out a bloody path.

Chi Zunxin laughed wildly, waved his arm, and a pair of fine steel arm guards appeared on his wrists. At the end of the arm guards were three sharp claws similar to those of Wolverine, which were menacing.

Few people know that Chi Zunxin once led his experts in a fierce battle against the Nu Jiao Gang, defeating the Nu Jiao Gang's left protector, "Ghost Rope" Ling Zhantian, with these arm guards.

If Lang Fanyun hadn't intervened in time, Chi Zunxin would have almost killed the entire Nu Jiao Gang with a single blow.

On Chi Zunxin's wrist, sharp claws materialized into full-moon-like arcs, their light crisscrossing and flashing, dazzling the surrounding soldiers.

The shrill howls were like the wails of ten thousand ghosts. The pitch-black night sky was filled with a gloomy, eerie fog, and the sharp tips of claws spun and slashed in all directions.

Not to be outdone, Qian Luo charged out another path with his spear. The spear technique Qian Luo used came from Zhi Lixing, one of the three immortal masters of the Daoist sect. He was most skilled at charging into battle. When the War God Temple descended upon the Mongol Yuan Dynasty, Zhi Lixing used this technique to break through the blockade of the Mongol Yuan cavalry and fought his way to Jingyan Palace, escorting Chuan Ying into the War God Temple.

This technique is called "Charging Spear Technique," a name that sounds ordinary, but it is a first-rate martial art.

Spears are weapons of the battlefield, not suitable for martial arts duels. The more people there are, the more orderly the formation, and the stronger the spear technique. The Imperial Guards split up like a tide.

Just as the two were about to break through the enemy lines, two experts jumped out from the crowd. One of them was short and somewhat hunched over, carrying a two-zhang-long staff.

It was none other than Mi Cangqiong, the Grand Steward of the Imperial City Guard and the sole successor of the Luoyang Execution Hall!

"The staff opens to the sky, piercing through nine layers;"
Even with white hair, one can still be more heroic than a young man;
They laughed and pointed at the traitors, calling them like ants.
A single blow to the heavens can settle the firmament!

"Traitorous scoundrels, prepare to die!"

Mi Cangqiong swung his long staff to block Chi Zunxin.

The other man was stout, with broad shoulders and a thick waist, weighing at least 300 pounds. He held a bright, shiny trident with dragon patterns around it, and his body reeked of wine.

"The gourd hangs upside down, spilling across the nine rivers;"
Laughing, I drink the sun and moon as accompaniment to my wine;
His drunken steps tumbled over the waters of the rivers and lakes;
With a single finger, one can suppress demons and monsters;

"Qian Luo, let Fatty have a go at you!" Tang Zhuquan knew that a great battle would take place tonight. In order to show off the style of the number one drunken swordsman in the martial arts world, he said tens of thousands of nice words and asked Li Zhaoting to help write a poem.

In retrospect, Fatty was indeed farsighted.

When Chi Zunxin, Qian Luo, and Mi Cangqiong appeared, they all recited poems. If Fatty hadn't said anything and had just charged around like a tank, wouldn't that have been incredibly embarrassing?

This battle will surely be recorded in the annals of martial arts history. When future generations see this record, they will find that only Fatty can't recite poetry. Isn't that paying tribute to the old lady who was farming the dragon in a five-player team?
The most frustrating story for Emperor Renzong of Song was when he was playing a five-player game against the Dragon King. All four princes could recite poems, but the old lady alone could not, making her seem somewhat out of place.

Fatty loved to show off and be in the limelight. If he were to be remembered as a "vulgar and uncouth man" by later generations, he probably wouldn't even enjoy drinking anymore. After reciting the poem, he felt completely refreshed.

The Tang family of Hangzhou has a secret weapon: spear fighting. After Tang Zhuquan obtained the Heavenly Dragon Trident, he practiced spear fighting diligently and followed Li Zhaoting around causing trouble, gaining a lot of experience points.

In terms of marksmanship, he is only slightly inferior to his father, Tang Songting, and his moves are both fast and accurate.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

The trident and the spear collided with a deafening roar.

Qianluo was overjoyed.

Within the imperial palace, there are countless masters. If the opponent were Yuan Shisanxian, Lu Xiaofeng, or Li Zhaoting, Qianluo would never dare to accept the challenge and would definitely turn around and run away immediately.

Tang Zhuquan's reputation in the underworld was indeed resounding, but he always did the work of a "second-in-command," either as Li Zhaoting's wingman or Long Chengbi's deputy.

Qian Luo thought to himself, "If I can't beat Long Chengbi, and I can't beat Li Zhaoting, can I not beat a drunken pig?"
Tang Zhuquan saw through Qian Luo's thoughts and thought to himself, "The experience points I've gained over the years are more than you could ever get in three lifetimes. How dare you underestimate me!"

When Qianluo was tricked in the Western Regions, he was left with no troops. Chizunxin had some skilled fighters under his command, and these people charged into battle on their own, causing considerable casualties.

"Hmph~ Traitor, don't be so arrogant!"

The Qi-wielding boy guards the pure Yang;
His smile concealed a sharp wit, and his words flowed on and on.
The winds and clouds can be turned at the fingertips;
Laugh as I watch the crimson robes stained crimson with blood!
"We've arrived! Traitor, prepare to die!"

Cao Zhengchun raised his hand and unleashed a powerful palm strike, blasting a short, fierce-looking, burly man wielding a pair of Xuanhua battle axes into a pile of minced meat.

This man is named Xiang E, nicknamed "Dwarf Killer." He is one of the "Seven Great Fiends" under Chi Zunxin and is considered a notorious figure in the martial arts world, with a rather infamous reputation.

Unfortunately, facing a master like Cao Zhengchun, he was blasted into dumpling filling in just one exchange.

"You castrated dog, prepare to die!"

A man wielding a scorpion-tail spear thrust it toward Cao Zhengchun's armpit. He knew that Cao Zhengchun was proficient in the Heavenly Gang Boy's Kung Fu, making him invulnerable to swords and spears. However, because he had been castrated since childhood and had entered the palace as a eunuch, he lacked the innate pure yang energy and could never achieve perfection.

In other words, Cao Zhengchun's invulnerable "Boy's Qi" has a weakness, which, according to martial arts experience, is nothing more than the armpits, eyes, and groin.

The man who made the move was "Poisonous Scorpion" Cui Du. The moment he made his move, two more people attacked at the same time.

One of them, who is actually a woman but dresses as a man, is armed with a long spear. She enjoys harassing women and often kills innocent people indiscriminately. She is the most skilled of the Seven Fiends.

A man wielding two swords, his sword strikes as swift as lightning, his sword energy like a raging storm, this man was named Fan Sha, the most bloodthirsty and murderous of the seven great demons.

Cui Du swung his spear at Cao Zhengchun's armpit, Fan Sha swung his knife to slash at Cao Zhengchun's back, and Yuan Zhirou, the most skilled martial artist and the most ruthless, swung her spear at Cao Zhengchun's crotch.

The groin area was the greatest pain for eunuchs, a source of psychological trauma. If someone attacked their groin, nine out of ten eunuchs would go mad, and the remaining one would become a demon.

Cao Zhengchun roared, "You bastard! I originally intended to leave you with a whole corpse, but since you've chosen to die, I'll let you taste the power of the Heavenly Gang Child Skill!"

Cao Zhengchun couldn't speak as fast as Wang Yuyan, so he could only talk and make moves at the same time. He formed his hands into dragon claws and used the Shaolin authentic dragon claw hand to grab Yuan Zhirou's waist and ribs.

Cao Zhengchun uttered thirty-five words, then unleashed thirty-five claw strikes with both hands. His body resembled a golden dragon, its shadow crisscrossing. With a series of cracking sounds, Cao Zhengchun crushed all of Yuan Zhirou's bones and joints, turning her into a pile of broken bones.

As for the combined attack of Cui Du and Fan Sha, it couldn't even touch Cao Zhengchun's protective aura. Cao Zhengchun stomped Yuan Zhirou's head and smashed it with his left hand's Vajra Palm and his right hand's Vajra Fist, respectively, towards the two evil gods.

The Heavenly Gang Boy Skill is extremely yang and strong, and the most suitable martial art for it is Shaolin hard skills. Cao Zhengchun practiced diligently for 60 years, mastering the Shaolin Great Vajra Palm, Great Vajra Fist, Dragon Claw Hand, and Mighty Vajra Finger to perfection.

The Seven Fiends were considered prominent figures in the martial arts world, but compared to Cao Zhengchun, the gap was simply too great.

Zhao Yuanyan knew that if he used the Seven Fiends as cannon fodder, Chi Zunxin would definitely run away immediately. Without hesitation, he waved his hand, and the experts rushed forward.

Despite the many words spoken, only two or three minutes passed between Chi Zunxin's charge and Cao Zhengchun's intervention, during which several consecutive attacks and defenses were launched.

"The Heavenly General recklessly treads the ninefold steps;"

Withered wings, only lament remains;
Don't laugh at the prince for lacking ambition;
Even an ant can shake the golden palace!
"Does a castrated dog recognize its master?"

Prince Yao leaped forward to block Cao Zhengchun.

Prince Yao was proficient in the "Celestial Qi Technique," which could assist all mental cultivation methods and rapidly enhance one's power. When combined with the rare amethyst, it could increase one's power several times over in a very short time. Prince Yao used this technique to train masters such as Hong Kun and Cui Ting, and secretly founded the Amethyst Sect.

Last year, Hong Kun, the head of the Zijing Sect and a trusted confidant of Prince Yao, was seriously injured by Li Zhaoting's sword during a jealous dispute at a brothel, leaving him with a chronic illness.

Neither the Celestial Qi nor the strange amethyst could cure Hong Kun, causing Prince Yao's strength to be greatly diminished, forcing him to seek refuge with Zhao Yuanyan.

Thinking of this, Prince Yao couldn't help but sigh, and even added the line "Withered wings, I can only lament in vain" to his opening poem, which shows his resentment.

Cao Zhengchun sneered, "Our master is only the current emperor. What are you? You petty thief who rebelled and caused chaos, how dare you act wildly in front of us!"

"If I'm included, will that be enough?"

Blood rivers wash away the sun and moon, shadows plunder and devour the soul.

Ten thousand bones have formed a desolate sea; on the demonic path, I alone reign supreme.

"I, Shen Mufeng, a novice who has not yet learned anything, greet Supervisor Cao!"

Shen Mufeng is proficient in the "Blood Shadow Demon Art" and is extremely sensitive to blood energy. On the battlefield amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, he can unleash several times his combat power, and his true energy is inexhaustible.

Shen Mufeng's real name was Sima Feng. He had mastered the Blood Shadow Demon Art and wreaked havoc in the martial arts world. He was defeated by Tai Chan Zhenren, the leader of the Zhenwu Temple of Wudang, and was forced to jump off a cliff to escape. He was lucky to survive, but his appearance was damaged. Sima Feng found the famous doctor Li Guishou to disguise himself as Shen Mufeng, the master of Baihua Manor, and began to rebuild his strength.

As for why Shen Mufeng joined Zhao Yuanyan, it involves Zhao Yuanyan's "strategist".

The "strategist" and Shen Mufeng are brothers.

His name is Sima Dongming!
Cao Zhengchun was very confident in his defense, but fighting to the death with the successor of the Blood Shadow Demon Art on a battlefield of corpses and blood would increase the danger by at least five times!
Cao Zhengchun sneered: "Shen Mufeng, you are Sima Feng from back then, aren't you? What a coincidence! There is a Wudang disciple in the palace who is your true opponent!"

"Jade trees and precious branches fill my sleeves with fragrance."

My heart is like crystal, listening to the night watchman's drum in the dark.

Amidst the blooming flowers, a sudden storm rages; at the fingertips, the spring mountains still appear gaunt.

Butterfly wings fluttered through the windows and doors.

Heaven and earth are my dwelling, the sun and moon are like wine.

Fragrance tinges my brows, revealing their clarity; I've listened to the rain in my small building for ten autumns.

"Wudang's Flower Pavilion, I humbly request instruction in the Blood Shadow Demonic Skill!"

Hua Manlou arrived gracefully under the moonlight, holding a folding fan, his aura as serene as a gentle breeze and the bright moon.

Shen Mufeng's heart sank rapidly.

Hua Manlou is the most unique among the many disciples of Wudang. His uniqueness has nothing to do with his family background, talent, or blindness. What makes him special is that he has too many friends.

Not only do he have many friends, but they are all experts.

What frustrates Shen Mufeng the most is that these masters are very willing to share their martial arts skills. Hua Manlou has no interest in attacking and fighting, and his defense is directly maxed out.

The Nine Revolutions of Weak Water's Gentle Ease, the Profound Tai Chi Skill, the Shifting Stars and Shifting Dippers, the One Finger of the Spiritual Rhinoceros, the Heavenly Silkworm Skill...

No one knows the limits of Hua Manlou's defenses.

Because no one dared to test Hua Manlou's limits.

Anyone who tried to do these things either got into chaos by Lu Xiaofeng or was killed by Li Zhaoting. The infamous Iron Shoes Bandit was cursed to death by Li Zhaoting with a casual remark, and he died trembling all over.

To this day, no one knows what Li Zhaoting said. All that is known is that after hearing those words, the thief, who had been famous in the martial arts world for more than ten years, was so frightened that he died of shock.

If you beat up Lu Xiaofeng, Li Zhaoting might cheer and applaud from the sidelines; but if you beat up Hua Manlou, Li Zhaoting will definitely try to reason with him.

—Brother, what kind of skill is it to bully a disabled person? If you're so capable, come and bully me! You can choose the time and place, and we'll settle this once and for all!
Many thoughts flashed through my mind.

This is rebellion, not a power struggle.

Who has the mind to analyze so many pros and cons?

Shen Mufeng swung his palm at Hua Manlou, thinking to himself that with so many experts fighting, as long as there are casualties and as long as the experts bleed, I can get nourishment.

Once I've mastered the Blood Shadow Divine Skill, no matter how powerful Li Zhaoting is, he might not be able to kill me! (End of Chapter)