Martial Arts Crossover: My master tricked Huang Rong into becoming my wife!

Chen Yanzhou rested his head on his arms, listening to the even breathing around him, but he was not sleepy at all.

He was thinking of Ouyang Feng.

The dignified Western Poison, what an arrogant and proud figure he was.

Today, they actually swallowed their anger and left without even leaving a harsh word.

After thinking for a moment, Chen Yanzhou couldn't help but smile. It seemed that this old poisoner was afraid of losing more than he gained by being penny-wise and pound-foolish.

There is only one thing in the world that can make a martial arts fanatic like Ouyang Feng so hesitant to act rashly – the Nine Yin Manual.

This scripture is truly renowned.

Huang Shang, a civil official in the Northern Song Dynasty, was commissioned to compile the "Wanshou Daozang" (Taoist Canon for Longevity). He actually comprehended unparalleled martial arts from the 5,480 volumes of Taoist scriptures.

Later, his family was wiped out, and he hid in the wilderness for more than forty years, pondering and deciphering the moves of his enemies one by one. Finally, he compiled this true scripture known as the "Encyclopedia of Martial Arts".

However, the true scripture in Mei Chaofeng's hands was only a fragment, not complete.

The above are mostly external martial arts moves such as Heart-Shattering Palm and Nine Yin White Bone Claw.

Without the general outline and internal cultivation methods of the first volume, the result of forced cultivation is like Mei Chaofeng, who turned the superior Taoist martial arts into a sinister and terrifying evil art, ultimately becoming neither human nor ghost.

However, the Nine Yin Manual is truly extraordinary. Mei Chaofeng was able to join the ranks of top-tier masters with just a fragment of the manual, and even Ouyang Ke and Peng Lianhu were no match for her.

But it's really not worth it to fight Ouyang Feng and Mei Chaofeng to the death just for the sake of the scroll.

If you really want the "Nine Yin Manual", why not just go to Peach Blossom Island and trick Zhou Botong, that old rascal? Wouldn't that be much more satisfying than snatching food from a tiger's mouth now?

"However, having the Nine Yin Manual alone is not enough."

Chen Yanzhou felt the surging internal energy within his body.

He practiced the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, following the path of extreme strength and ferocity, and his Xuan Tie Heavy Sword was also incomparably powerful.

If one could find an extremely powerful and yang internal energy cultivation method to assist in this, its power would be far more than simply one plus one equals two.

Thinking of this, Chen Yanzhou's eyes lit up.

"Mount Song, Shaolin Temple."

He remembered clearly that in the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Repository, hidden in the cracks of the Lankavatara Sutra, a book used for self-cultivation, was a set of earth-shattering divine skills—the Nine Yang Divine Skill.

If mastered, one's internal energy will generate at an extremely fast and inexhaustible rate, and one's defensive power will be astonishing; one is practically a human-shaped self-propelled generator.

More importantly, the Shaolin Temple is currently in its weakest period.

Since that fire-working monk stole martial arts decades ago, injured the head of the Bodhidharma Hall, and killed many outstanding disciples before fleeing to the Western Regions, Shaolin Temple has suffered a great loss of vitality.

That incident caused a serious break in the lineage of Shaolin martial arts.

Nowadays, Shaolin Temple has long since closed its doors to recuperate and rebuild. Although its reputation in the martial arts world remains, there are very few truly skilled masters left.

"Strike while the iron is hot... no, I mean, take advantage of his seclusion to borrow a book."

Chen Yanzhou became more and more excited as he thought about it.

He now possesses the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, has mastered the Xuan Tie Sword Technique with effortless mastery, and his internal energy is further enhanced by snake gall, plus the power of the Condor.

Go to Shaolin Temple to borrow a Buddhist scripture; they won't refuse!

Chen Yanzhou chuckled, as if he could already see the Nine Yang Divine Skill beckoning to him.

She fell asleep while thinking about it, and then she seemed to have a dream.

In his dream, he had mastered great martial arts, wielding the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms in his left hand and the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword in his right. Just as he was imagining himself stepping on the Five Greats, suddenly a Five Finger Mountain pressed down on him, covering his face and making it hard for him to breathe.

"Well……"

Chen Yanzhou frowned and suddenly opened his eyes.

What came into view was not the Five Finger Mountain, but a pink little foot.

Her foot was casually placed across his nose, and her toes would occasionally curl up playfully.

Chen Yanzhou's eyelids twitched, and he reached out to grab the ankle, then unceremoniously tossed it aside.

Chen Yanzhou sat up, rubbed his nose which was a little sore from being stepped on, and looked to his side with a speechless expression.

Huang Rong was lying on the bed, her head resting on the bedding at the foot of the bed, one hand hanging off the edge of the bed, and the other leg hanging on the wall. Her undergarment was rolled up to her waist, revealing half of her snow-white waist.

This sleeping posture is so unrestrained it's outrageous.

"Hey, wake up."

Chen Yanzhou stretched out his finger and poked the chubby face.

Huang Rong smacked her lips, rolled over, curled the blanket into a ball and hugged it to her chest, muttering, "Stop it...just one more bite..."

"Eat, eat, all you ever do is eat."

Chen Yanzhou rolled his eyes, got up and kicked her in the butt twice.

With her hair in a messy, tangled mess, Huang Rong raised her head and looked around blankly.

Then, she rubbed her sleepy eyes, muttered irritably, and lay down again.

Upon seeing this, Chen Yanzhou disregarded everything else and began to preach.

"If you want to stay and settle the score, you can go back to sleep."

Upon hearing this, Huang Rong instantly sobered up and sat up abruptly.

Upon seeing this, Chen Yanzhou turned around and walked to the large mahogany cabinet in the corner, rummaging through its contents.

Finally, he changed into a coarse cloth garment. Before long, Chen Yanzhou was dressed neatly. He tied his hair up casually and inserted a wooden hairpin, making him look like a down-on-his-luck scholar.

After that, he went straight to the table and began grinding ink.

I heard rustling sounds of someone changing clothes behind me.

He spread out a yellowed sheet of letter paper, picked up his brush, and dipped it in plenty of ink.

The pen tip hovered over the paper, hesitant to fall, and just as he was struggling with this decision, he heard footsteps behind him.

Huang Rong, already dressed, came over and peeked out from beside Chen Yanzhou's shoulder, staring curiously at the white paper.

"What are you doing?"

Huang Rong blinked and asked.

Chen Yanzhou glanced at Huang Rong, a smirk playing on his lips. He shoved the pen into Huang Rong's hand and stepped aside, saying, "You write it."

Huang Rong was stunned, holding the pen, looking completely bewildered: "Write? Write what?"

"Write: ...The gang leader has important business to attend to and his return date is uncertain. Elder Lu will temporarily take over all gang affairs. Do not worry."

Huang Rong glanced at him suspiciously, then looked at the paper. Suddenly, as if she had discovered something new, a sly smile appeared on her lips.

"You wouldn't happen to have terrible handwriting and be embarrassed, would you?"

Chen Yanzhou's face flushed red, and he retorted, "Nonsense! I'm... I'm giving you a chance to pay off your debt!"

"Oh, really?"

Huang Rong nodded meaningfully, the brush in her hand twirling nimbly between her fingers. "Since it's to settle a debt, we should calculate it carefully. I'm from Peach Blossom Island, and I'm proficient in all the arts, including music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. A single word of mine is worth a thousand pieces of gold."

She held out a hand and waved it in front of Chen Yanzhou.

"Fifty taels."

"Why don't you just rob me?" Chen Yanzhou's eyes widened. "There are only two lines of text, and you want fifty taels from me? You're even more greedy than me. No way, one tael at most."

"You think it's too expensive?"

Huang Rong shrugged, put the pen on the table, and made as if to leave. "If you think it's too expensive, just write it yourself. Anyway, I'm not in a hurry. I can always wait for Elder Lu to come."

This move, a strategic retreat, was perfectly executed.

Chen Yanzhou laughed in exasperation, muttering to himself, "The one who owes money is the boss; the ancients were right."

Chen Yanzhou was so angry that his teeth itched, but he wasn't made of dough. He grabbed a pen from the table and said through gritted teeth.

"Fine! If you won't write it, I'll write it myself!"