Martial Arts Crossover: My Wife is the Top Scholar

"clang!"

The spear and the trident clashed violently.

The halberd blades and spears were locked together. Tang Zhuquan and Qian Luo exerted their strength at the same time, neither giving way. With a loud bang, the two were forced to kneel on one knee.

Qianluo's spear is a composite weapon with connecting parts in the middle. It can be transformed into a short spear by using true qi to activate the mechanism, allowing it to break free from entanglement at any time.

Tang Zhuquan weighs over 300 pounds, with well-developed muscles beneath his fat layer, giving him an absolute advantage in this contest of strength, and he can also launch surprise attacks using his finger techniques.

Before obtaining the Heavenly Dragon Trident, Tang Zhuquan's most famous skill was finger techniques. In fact, Tang Zhuquan's most proficient martial art was always finger techniques.

However, in the chaos of the battlefield, where war is fraught with danger, having a weapon in hand brings a sense of security.

The two locked eyes and attacked simultaneously.

Qianluo used his true energy to activate the mechanism, and the twelve-foot-long spear transformed into two short spears. One short spear was locked between the blades of the trident, while the other short spear was held in his hand.

Tang Zhuquan was wrestling with Qian Luo when Qian Luo suddenly stopped. Tang Zhuquan was powerless and his body rolled forward uncontrollably, like a large water vat.

"laugh!"

Tang Zhuquan nimbly rolled three or four times, landing right in front of Qian Luo. He swiftly pointed with his left index finger, while Qian Luo conjured up hundreds of claw shadows at the same time.

Both of them prepared for close combat.

Qianluo dominated the underworld by using techniques such as poisonous claws and spears, as well as employing methods such as seduction and usurping power. Whether it was ranged attacks or close combat, these were his specialties.

Tang Zhuquan specializes in finger techniques, also learns spear techniques, and is also physically overweight. He is proficient in a special kind of external martial arts, which allows him to use his fat to deflect the force of his enemies.

"Stab!"

Qianluo's poisonous claws tore through Tang Zhuquan's outer robe, leaving dark blue claw marks on Tang Zhuquan's shoulder.

This move was originally meant to shatter bones and crush Tang Zhuquan's shoulder, but Tang Zhuquan's body was covered in fat and slippery flesh, so the claw force was easily dissipated with a gentle shake.

Close-quarters combat, one move for another.

Qianluo swung his claw at Tang Zhuquan, and Tang Zhuquan returned the favor with a finger. With a soft sound, a blood flower bloomed on Qianluo's shoulder, his clothes were torn, and blood flowed freely.

"Shifting Stars and Changing Spaces? What a brilliant technique!"

“Qianluo, the biggest difference between you and me is that I have a group of good friends with whom I can have deep discussions, while your life is filled with nothing but conspiracies, intrigues, and bloodshed.”

"The fundamental survival rule of the Demonic Sect is to raise Gu. If you don't eat others, others will eat you. Everyone understands what you're saying, but I will never change it."

Therefore, you are destined to lose!

"That's not necessarily the case!"

Taking advantage of the opportunity of exchanging injury for injury, Qian Luo retrieved the short spears, holding one in each hand. The spears flew out of his hands and spun around, causing him to flip three zhang (approximately 10 meters) backward like a hawk.

The two spears, like two five-step snakes, pierced straight towards Tang Zhuquan's eyes, while Qian Luo himself skimmed along the ground, one claw grabbing at his chest and the other at his dantian.

—Use long-range attacks as bait, and conceal your true intentions for close-range kills!

Tang Zhuquan used his trident to deflect the short spear, and the large wine gourd hanging at his waist exploded with a bang. The rain of wine was ignited by the wind and turned into a wall of fire to block Qian Luo.

Amidst the raging flames and billowing smoke, Tang Zhuquan's plump body spun nimbly, performing a somersault, his left hand pointing towards Qian Luo with the Five Ultimate Soul-Chasing Finger, while his right hand formed a cup-holding hand.

Drunken Eight Immortals Fist Technique!
As the number one drunken swordsman in the martial arts world, how could Tang Zhuquan not know about Drunken Fist? Even if he hadn't practiced it on his own, he could still learn three or five moves when Li Zhaoting demonstrated Drunken Sword.

The two engaged in close combat, using speed to counter speed. The Qianluo Poison Claw covered the sky and destroyed the enemy's head as if piercing through rotten soil; it was none other than the famous "Nine Yin Divine Claw".

Tang Zhuquan flicked his fingers with his left hand and used drunken fist techniques with his right. Unconsciously, his finger techniques and drunken fist techniques became one.

Mantis Fist - Drunken Mantis!

Unlike Minister He, who harbors cunning, crudely imitates others, and is drunk in spirit but not in body, Tang Zhuquan genuinely enjoys his drink, yet remains remarkably clear-headed.

Drunken Fist doesn't require any specific moves.

The reason why moves such as Drunken Eight Immortals, Drunken Sword, and Drunken Staff have been passed down is to teach them to disciples.

Not all martial artists possess the comprehension of Li Zhaoting and Lu Xiaofeng, nor do they have fixed routines or techniques that allow them to better grasp martial arts and master them at the fastest speed.

For a style of boxing like Drunken Fist, which is unrestrained and free-spirited, the artistic conception, mindset, situation, and emotions are the most important, while the techniques are not so important.

When emotions run high, a spontaneous outburst becomes a powerful move.

When emotions are not properly expressed, the Drunken Eight Immortals become a Drunken Cat, the Drunken Swordsman becomes a Drunken Dog, and the fist techniques become worse than those of cats and dogs.

Tang Zhuquan, his eyes glazed with drunkenness, moved with lightning speed, his feet firmly planted on the ground, using his unique "Mantis Hand" technique to integrate finger and spear techniques into one.

Qianluo had never seen such a boxing style before.

The essence of Drunken Fist lies in body movement. Tang Zhuquan's horse stance is no less than that of the drunken monk Xiang Donglai. His feet can be as heavy as mountains or as light as feathers.

The over 300-pound fat man was as agile as a big orange cat, dodging and weaving, moving horizontally in the air, and performing hundreds or even thousands of variations within a small space.

Throughout his life, Qianluo fought countless battles, both large and small, and personally witnessed and experienced countless combats. He personally witnessed half of Li Zhaoting's experiences in the Western Regions.

However, neither "Heavenly Sword" Li Zhaoting nor Qianluo's old lover, the leader of the Heavenly Mandate Cult, Shan Yuru, possessed the unpredictable and elusive nature of Tang Zhuquan.

The confidence that they would win the battle before the fight was gradually worn away as the two exchanged a hundred moves.

As a gangster who had suffered repeated defeats, Qian Luo was not going to let a set of boxing techniques wear him down. He frantically clawed with his poisonous claws and attacked Tang Zhuquan head-on.

After a fierce battle of a hundred moves, Qianluo discerned the essence of Tang Zhuquan's bizarre and unparalleled "Drunken Mantis" technique: the key to the moves lay in footwork, and the key to footwork lay in the horse stance.

To put it simply, it's about the foundation!
Only those who have mastered the highest level of horse stance skills can adjust their speed at will when striking, and even the feeling of lightness and heaviness can be varied within a small space.

With a "snap," Tang Zhuquan suddenly appeared to Qian Luo's left, launching a Mantis Claw Hand attack, the edges of his fingers turning into white light as he thrust towards Qian Luo's left chest.

Even on the verge of death, Qianluo felt no fear. With a wild shout, his two poisonous claws lashed out, grabbing at Tang Zhuquan's dantian.

Tang Zhuquan suddenly twisted his body, avoiding the vital point. He used his right hand to block Qian Luo's left hand attack with a lotus leaf palm, while his left index finger suddenly pointed out, its force penetrating metal.

—With drunken steps, he overturns the waters of the rivers and lakes; with a single finger, he subdues demons and monsters!

"Stab!"

The poisonous claw pierced Tang Zhuquan's abdomen, but was blocked by thick fat. Just as Qian Luo was about to increase the force, he suddenly felt a pain at the top of his head, and blood flashed before his eyes.

"Clap!"

Tang Zhuquan's finger strike, delivered from a distance, precisely pierced Qian Luo's forehead, leaving a bloody hole between his eyebrows.

Blood flowed down the gaping hole. Qianluo smiled with relief, then said with a wry smile, "I'm so tired!"

With a bitter laugh, this underworld tycoon, who had fought and lost repeatedly, finally reached the end of his life, no longer needing to plot schemes and schemes.

Tang Zhuquan took out some medicine and applied it to his chest and abdomen.

If it weren't for the thick layer of abdominal fat, Qian Luo would probably have disemboweled him. Damn it, this guy talks a good game, but he's even more ruthless than Li Zhaoting.

Tang Zhuquan wanted to drink some wine to relieve his pain, but found that he had crushed the wine gourd. He could only take out gauze and wrap it haphazardly around the wound before picking up the Heavenly Dragon Trident.

"Who dares to take a shot from Fatty!"

Tang Zhuquan charged toward the demon under Chi Zunxin's command.

……

"Prince Yao, you've given up your princely status to become a traitor. This servant is truly at a loss!"

Cao Zhengchun and Prince Yao clashed with a single palm strike. Their skills were evenly matched; one was extremely yang and strong, while the other was profound and surging. Even after a thousand moves, it was difficult to determine a winner.

Prince Yao sneered, "You eunuch! You dare to fight me? If you know what's good for you, surrender now. I value talent, so perhaps I can spare your life!"

Cao Zhengchun sarcastically remarked, "The Prince only promised to spare my life, but His Majesty appointed me as the Director of the Eastern Depot. The difference in terms of reward is far too great!"

Prince Yao roared, "You castrated dog, how dare you lay a hand on your master! I'm already showing you the greatest mercy by sparing your life, and you dare to bargain!"

Upon hearing this, even if Cao Zhengchun had the temperament of Hua Manlou, he would still feel a nameless rage, not to mention that Cao Zhengchun was arrogant and domineering, and was a proud and arrogant person to begin with.

Cao Zhengchun came from a poor family and entered the palace at a young age. Instead of giving up on himself, he seized opportunities to climb the ranks step by step, using any means necessary to gain benefits.

From an unknown eunuch to the infamous head of the Eastern Depot, the hardships and sweat he endured were countless, even Cao Zhengchun himself could not calculate them.

Cao Zhengchun was no benevolent man. He committed at least 30% of the crimes punishable by beheading under the laws of the Song Dynasty, and thousands more crimes punishable by lesser beheading.

The records of Cao Zhengchun's misdeeds could fill three rooms. As the head of the Eastern Depot, Cao Zhengchun's reputation in the underworld was more stench than dog excrement.

Cao Zhengchun didn't care if others spoke ill of him, and he could tolerate people joking about him as a "eunuch," but he couldn't stand people looking down on him or his abilities.

In Cao Zhengchun's view, I am bad, I am ruthless, I am as poisonous as a snake, I have done all kinds of bad things, I deserve to die a horrible death. You can curse me, but you can't look down on me!
Normal people would recruit talent to rebel, and Cao Zhengchun, as the head of the Eastern Depot who controlled countless secrets, was a high-level talent who was recruited by various forces with heavy money.

What did Prince Yao mean by that?
With your limited mind and capacity, you think you can rebel?

This is not Prince Yao's fault. It's not that Prince Yao didn't want to recruit Cao Zhengchun, but that he couldn't afford to.

The rebellion, which had been planned for over twenty years, was prematurely detonated by Li Zhaoting. Lacking sufficient strength and manpower, Zhao Yuanyan was forced to become cannon fodder and pawns.

Regardless of whether Zhao Yuanran succeeds or not, Prince Yao will not have a good outcome. Today's battle is less about rebellion and more about venting emotions.

To end his defeat in the most drastic way, Prince Yao treated both Cao Zhengchun and Li Zhaoting equally.

Cao Zhengchun could never understand such emotions; he only knew one thing—Prince Yao looked down on him!

In this case, then...

—Let me show you what we're capable of!

Cao Zhengchun's martial arts foundation was the "Boyhood Skill," and his martial arts techniques were Shaolin Hard Kung Fu. He excelled at powerful and fierce attacks, and when he struck, his force was immense, indestructible, and his strength was boundless. Prince Yao's palms surged with purple energy, and his inner strength was as vast as a long river flowing backward. The purple energy came from the east, and before the protective energy even arrived, the bricks and stones beneath his feet were already cracking inch by inch, as if the earth was churning.

"Celestial Qi Pierces the Dragon Court!"

Cao Zhengchun roared and soared into the air, his body radiating golden light. The purest and most refined virgin energy he had cultivated for fifty years condensed into a golden protective aura.

"How dare you call yourself superior before us! You rebellious traitor who doesn't know his own mortality, kneel down before us!"

"boom!"

The two exchanged blows with their palms, their true energy surging wildly. The surrounding air collapsed and contracted into a huge purple-gold vortex. The clash of their energies was like a thunderbolt from the heavens, stirring up clouds of dust.

Cao Zhengchun took two steps back, touched the ground with his toes, and charged at Prince Yao again. He clenched his hands into dragon claws, unleashing the Thirty-Six Forms of Dragon Claw Hand, which could sever tendons and break bones, making him invincible.

Prince Yao swung his palm to clash with Cao Zhengchun, his arm trembling rapidly as he used techniques from Wudang's Flowing Clouds Flying Sleeves, the Beggars' Sect's Eighteen Falling Techniques, and Shaolin's Kasaya Subduing Demon Skill.

His two arms resembled two giant pythons or two long chains, and his sleeves bulged out.

The instant Cao Zhengchun's dragon claw gripped Prince Yao's pulse point, Prince Yao's sleeves billowed like a curtain, deflecting the dragon claw and grabbing Cao Zhengchun's pulse point in return.

Given Cao Zhengchun's martial arts skills, it would have been absolutely impossible for Prince Yao to break free while his pulse was being held. However, Cao Zhengchun was wary and held back when making his moves.

Prince Yao was a traitor who rebelled and caused chaos. Afterwards, he could not escape being imprisoned, given death, or dying suddenly from illness.

However, no matter what punishment Prince Yao may receive afterward, he is, after all, a member of the imperial family.

Cao Zhengchun could arrest him, beat him, and injure him, but he couldn't kill him. If he lost control of his strength and killed Prince Yao, who knew what the consequences would be?
Cao Zhengchun doesn't want to be a scapegoat!
Prince Yao sensed Cao Zhengchun's apprehension and became increasingly reckless in his attacks. Purple energy surged as he unleashed a barrage of powerful moves at Cao Zhengchun, his momentum growing ever stronger.

Cao Zhengchun used his childlike aura to defend himself, and used his dragon claw hand to clash with Prince Yao. The two were like two monsters, and in less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, they shattered the northwest corner of the palace.

Knowing he was doomed to defeat, Prince Yao hysterically vented his emotions, cursing the heavens for their injustice.

Cao Zhengchun unleashed his protective aura, enduring the punches and kicks from Prince Yao, occasionally countering with his Dragon Claw Hand.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

One earth-shattering clash after another.

Each and every move was a marvel of skill.

Although Prince Yao's offensive was fierce, as long as he could not break through the boy's protective aura, he could not harm Cao Zhengchun in the slightest and was firmly blocked by Cao Zhengchun.

"Castrate this dog! Behold my move!"

Prince Yao's entire body emitted purple mist from every pore. When the mist touched the banner, the fine iron flagpole was turned into molten iron, which slowly gathered into a purple flying dragon.

Residual Life Force Destroys Death - Amethyst Burns the Heavens!

Cao Zhengchun's white eyebrows stood on end. He thought to himself, "We have no grudge against you, why do you have to kill us to this extent?"
Despite his surprise and doubt, he did not slow down in the slightest.

Cao Zhengchun clasped his hands together as if worshipping the Buddha. Fifty years of youthful energy gathered in his palms, and a golden Buddha seal suddenly appeared in the night sky, shining brightly, accompanied by chanting.

The First Divine Palm of India: Mahayana Prajna Palm!
It wasn't the demonized version modified by Qiao Beiming, but the most authentic Mahayana Prajna Palm. The swastika symbol swirled and circled in mid-air, forming a golden palm print.

Prince Yao: "Auspicious purple clouds are coming from the east!"

Cao Zhengchun: "Prajna Vajra!"

The Mahayana Prajna Palm was unleashed with a thunderous roar!
Where the palm print passed, a three-zhang-long scorch mark was plowed into the ground, and the purple mist melted away like snow meeting the warm sun. Prince Yao's celestial aura was as fragile as if it were made of straw paper.

"boom!"

Prince Yao was blasted several feet away by the force of the palm strike, rolling on the ground several times as he roared, "Cao Zhengchun! I am a member of the royal family, and there is no sword in the world that can kill me!"

"Cao Zhengchun, you have no right to kill me!"

"Who dares to kill me!"

"Who has the right to kill me!"

Prince Yao was disheveled and spitting blood, but his aura remained arrogant, even more so than Cao Zhengchun's.

"I don't know if I'm qualified!"

Tianxiang, dressed in magnificent palace attire, holding a golden mace bestowed by the late emperor, slowly rode a flowery donkey.

"Tianxiang, you are even less worthy!"

"Look what this is."
The late emperor bestowed upon him a golden mace, to uphold the Song dynasty and ensure its longevity.

If the upper beam is crooked, the emperor will be punished; if treacherous officials are in power, the wicked ministers will be punished.

Today, in the name of my father, I will use the golden mace bestowed upon me by the late emperor to kill you, you traitor!

Prince Yao, wake up!

Tianxiang raised the Eighth Prince's golden mace.

Prince Yao sneered, "Bah! Emperor Taizong bestowed the Golden Mace upon the Eighth Prince, not upon you! Unless you can inherit the Eighth Prince's title, even if the Golden Mace were in your hands, you would not be qualified to use it!"

"I wonder if we're qualified!"

Four aged figures emerged from the darkness.

They were just invited by Princess Tianxiang.

These four people have rather special identities. They are all founding heroes of the Song Dynasty and are hiding at home to avoid suspicion. They would never have made a move if Tianxiang had not personally invited them.

Zheng Huaimin, the "Prince of Runan," wields a dragon-patterned staff!

(PS: Some say it was Pan Limin, the Prince of Taiping)
The late emperor bestowed upon me the Dragon-Patterned Staff, which I received in a time of crisis to uphold for ten thousand years. It faithfully protects the Song dynasty and ensures that no wicked or evil person will be tolerated under its power.

Hu Yanbian, known as the "Iron Whip King," wields a golden whip!
The late emperor bestowed upon it the King-Slaying Whip, which once held up half the sky, protected the emperor amidst a million-strong army, and ensured the Song dynasty's longevity.

"King Kai" Gao Limin wields a purple-gold hammer!
The late emperor bestowed upon this purple-gold hammer, forged from five purple stones and a thousand gold pieces through countless refinements. If the emperor mishandles the affairs of state, it will be struck with utmost ruthlessness.

Holding her dragon-headed cane, Old Madam She watched the three people who came out to recite poems and muttered to herself, "You lot are really not good enough, you didn't prepare any poems for me!"
Fortunately, when Tianxiang went to Tianbo Mansion to ask Old Madam She for help, she promptly presented her with a poem.

Old Madam She jabbed the dragon-headed cane hard and angrily rebuked Prince Yao: "Prince Yao, look carefully, this dragon-headed cane of mine was bestowed by the Emperor Taizu."

The Emperor Taizu bestowed upon him a dragon-headed walking stick, a staff to pacify mountains and rivers and pacify the universe.

Above, they punish the corrupt emperor and uphold the imperial order; below, they eliminate the treacherous officials and protect the imperial court.

The righteous path of heaven and earth endures, its spirit resonating even after a hundred years!

Prince Yao, what else do you have to say?

Before Prince Yao could react, an old woman stepped down from the carriage behind Zheng Huaimin.

Upon seeing what the old woman was holding, Prince Yao was so frightened that his legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground.

The old woman was holding a dragon robe in her hand!
It wasn't an ordinary dragon robe; it was the very dragon robe that Zhao Kuangyin wore when he donned the yellow robe. The old woman coughed and said coldly, "So you're the traitor who rebelled?"

"I...you...it's impossible!"

Prince Yao would never have dreamed that this old woman was still alive. If he had known, he wouldn't have dared to rebel even if he had a thousand lives.

Who is this old woman?
Her name is Tao Sanchun!

What did Tao Sanchun do?

It's not a big deal.

It was during Zhao Kuangyin's drunken rampage that he mistakenly killed Tao Sanchun's husband, Zheng En, a founding hero. Tao Sanchun then led troops to surround the palace, forcing Zhao Kuangyin to repeatedly admit his mistake and take off his dragon robe, which Tao Sanchun then beheaded in retaliation.

Tao Sanchun was incredibly audacious; she actually slashed at the dragon robe three times, displaying unparalleled ferocity. It is said that after this incident, Zhao Kuangyin treated her as his sister-in-law, and Tao Sanchun enjoyed twenty years of worldly wealth and honor before entering the mountains to cultivate herself. She disappeared without a trace after that, and it is unexpected that she is still alive.

Even Zhao Kuangyin couldn't handle this "shrew," and Emperor Zhao Zhen had to call her "Grandma."

Tao Sanchun laughed and said, "You youngsters all have families and businesses, so you wouldn't dare to act rashly. I have no such reservations. Hand the traitor over to this old woman!"

Having said that, Tao Sanchun grabbed Prince Yao and slapped him seven or eight times, shouting sternly, "Damn it! The Liao Kingdom is fighting amongst itself, and its situation is deteriorating. Didn't you see? The Song Dynasty's excellent situation was almost ruined by you, you traitor! I can't let you live today!"

"Spare me... spare me..."

"Look what this is?"

Tao Sanchun drew his precious sword from his waist.

This is the knife that cut off Zhao Kuangyin's dragon robe.

Even Zhao Kuangyin, the founding emperor of the Song Dynasty, had to take off his dragon robe and be stabbed three times. What was Prince Yao compared to him?
"Traitor, prepare to die!"

Tao Sanchun swept away thousands of troops with a single wave of his hand.

A flash of cold light, and blood splattered out.

The corpse of Prince Yao lay on the ground.

Tao Sanchun retorted angrily, "What kind of bullshit plan is this to lure the snake out of its hole? If you want to fight, can't you go outside the city? Is the imperial treasury so well-funded?"

Those present were either princes or princesses; they dared to team up in groups of five to fight the dragon. However, faced with Tao Sanchun's furious questioning, none of them dared to utter a single word in rebuttal.

Tianxiang teased, "Grandma! I've long admired your reputation. Where have you been cultivating all these years? After all this time, how come your temper is still so explosive?"

Tao Sanchun sheathed his sword: "Even if I cultivate Tao to the point of death, my temper will still be the same. Girl, we have some kind of connection. Your mother-in-law is my disciple!"

Tianxiang: o((⊙﹏⊙))o
Tao Sanchun laughed and said, "What a pity! Li Nanxing absolutely refused to become my disciple, saying that I was a crude and uncultured man who was illiterate and that I was wasting his great talent!"

Tianxiang: Grandma, please stop talking! (End of Chapter)