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

Minnesota Port, on the coast of the East China Sea.

Before the morning mist had been completely dispelled by the rising sun, the sea breeze, carrying a heavy salty smell, was already weaving between the pier and the masts. The wide harbor, usually bustling with fishing boats and merchants, was now completely occupied by a desolate steel forest. Along the ten-mile-long coastline, hundreds of massive warships with extremely deep drafts lay like black behemoths lurking on the sea, silently swallowing and spewing the waves.

The giant ship at the very center, resembling a palace at sea, is the flagship of the World Alliance – the "Zhenyuan".

This colossal vessel, the culmination of countless skilled craftsmen across China and constructed with centuries-old ironwood, had its bow and the sections above the waterline enveloped overnight by a layer of dark, eerie meteorite iron. These extraterrestrial artifacts, captured from various alien races, gleamed with a chilling light in the dawn's glow. On the deck, three-story-high giant eight-ox crossbows stood in a row, their bolts tempered with crimson sand, exuding an unyielding ferocity.

"Woof woof—Awooo!"

A bark, sharp yet laced with obsequiousness, shattered the solemn military atmosphere of the port.

On the spacious deck of the Zhenyuan, a black dog the size of a calf was tucked between its legs, its paws scratching the floor with a screeching sound as it ran forward with all its might. Behind it, little Nianrong, with her two topknots, held a thick rope that had been torn from somewhere and chased after it with her short legs.

"Big Black, stop right there! I said I'd braid your hair, why are you running away! Daddy said a dog that doesn't keep its word isn't a good dog!"

Xiao Nianrong's delicate, porcelain-like face flushed crimson, the innate Dao mark between her brows appearing and disappearing faintly. With each step she took, the sturdy ironwood deck groaned under her weight, leaving a shallow footprint. If the master shipbuilders were to witness this, they would surely be heartbroken.

Wangcai glanced back at the "comb" that was thicker than its own front leg, its eyes darted around, and then it made a sharp turn and darted towards Lu Xiaofeng, who was leaning against the ship's railing drinking.

"Oh my god!" Lu Xiaofeng was holding a wine pot, pretending to be profound in the sea breeze, when he caught a glimpse of two afterimages, one black and one yellow, rushing towards him out of the corner of his eye. He was so frightened that even his proud four eyebrows trembled three times.

With a light step, his figure rose three zhang into the air like a butterfly flitting among flowers, attempting to escape this undeserved disaster.

But he underestimated the little devil's stubbornness. When Xiao Nianrong saw Wangcai hide where Lu Xiaofeng had been standing, she flicked her wrist, and the thick cable was used as a whip. With a sharp whooshing sound, it precisely wrapped around Lu Xiaofeng's ankle in mid-air.

"Uncle with four eyebrows, can you hold Big Black down for me?"

Accompanied by a clear child's voice, an overwhelming force surged from his ankle. Lu Xiaofeng felt as if he were being pulled out of balance in mid-air like a tattered sack, and with a "thud," he fell flat on his back on the deck, the aged Shaoxing wine from the flask spilling all over his head and face.

"Brother Lu, this wine is truly unique." Chu Liuxiang strolled leisurely through the cabin passage, waving his signature bone fan. Dressed in spotless white, he looked at Lu Xiaofeng, who was getting up in a disheveled state, and a teasing smile appeared on his lips.

Lu Xiaofeng wiped the wine off his face and glared at Chu Liuxiang, annoyed. "Don't talk like that. This little rascal's strength has increased again. That last stomp was like a charging rhinoceros crashing into my leg. My prized lightness skill is nothing but a amateur compared to her."

"Big Black ran into the lower deck!" Xiao Nianrong ignored Lu Xiaofeng, who was still dizzy from the fall, threw away the rope, clapped her hands, and rushed towards the stairs leading to the lower deck like a gust of wind.

Watching the little girl's disappearing figure, Chu Liuxiang closed his bone fan, his expression becoming somewhat solemn: "Born with a Dao physique and innate true fire. How old is she? Her physical strength has already surpassed that of ordinary first-rate experts. The Lord's bloodline truly possesses the blessings of heaven and earth."

"Alright, stop reminiscing."

A deep, yet supremely authoritative voice descended from the highest command platform, drowning out the roar of the waves.

Chen Yanzhou, dressed in a black robe with gold trim, stood with his hands behind his back at the edge of the command platform. The sea breeze made his clothes flutter, and his long hair, which had turned silvery-white when he merged with the fortune of the Divine Land, was tied up with a simple wooden hairpin, exuding an air of aloofness and domineering power that transcended worldly affairs. His gaze passed over the thousands of sails in Mingzhou Harbor, pointing directly to the sea in the east, where black mist was churning.

Huang Rong stood beside him, dressed in a simple blue dress, holding the translucent green dog-beating stick in her hand. Time seemed to have left no trace on her face; instead, it had honed her into a graceful and composed demeanor befitting the mistress of the Alliance of the World.

"Yanzhou, this is the last file from the Ministry of War." Huang Rong handed a sealed bamboo slip to Chen Yanzhou, her tone icy. "Zhang Juzheng has allocated 100,000 armor-piercing arrows and 3,000 barrels of potent oil from the imperial treasury overnight. The grain transport in the three southern routes has been fully requisitioned, and the subsequent grain supplies can sustain the army at sea for half a year. Song Que has also sent word that the Lingnan navy has completed the encirclement in the southern waters. This time, not even a fly in the sky will be able to escape."

Chen Yanzhou took the bamboo slip but did not open it. With a slight exertion of his fingertips, the bamboo slip turned into a cloud of fine wood chips, which dissipated in the wind.

"No need for half a year. Ten days."

A glint of murderous intent flashed in Chen Yanzhou's eyes, his voice as cold as a block of ice: "Within ten days, I will uproot that floating island fortress. These scum from beyond the realm dare to come to my territory to eat people and even dare to build some kind of outpost. If I don't chop them up and feed them to the fish, I might as well resign myself as the Lord of Tian Ce Prefecture."

Huang Rong knew her husband's temperament well. On the surface, he appeared calm and collected, but in reality, he was fiercely protective of his own and deeply despised those alien races from the outer space who treated the people of China like dirt. She asked softly, "Where's Ximen Chuixue? Didn't he come this time?"

"I sent him with the elite troops of the Northern Pavilion to guard Yanmen Pass." Chen Yanzhou's eyes narrowed slightly. "Although I've cleared out the desert, the remains of that Star Gate are still there. Ximen Chuixue's sword intent is undergoing a transformation, requiring tempering on the edge of life and death. As for the Guixu Sea..."

He sneered, looking down at Chu Liuxiang and Lu Xiaofeng on the deck below: "With these two troublemakers, plus you and me, we're more than enough to flatten that sea."

"Thump—thump—thump!"

The deep, resonant sound of war drums thundered aboard the Zhenyuan. These drums, made of the hide of thunder beasts, struck with drumsticks like thunderclaps from the heavens, creating visible sonic booms that rippled across the sea.

On hundreds of warships, soldiers simultaneously drew their swords, slamming the backs of the blades against their shields, unleashing a deafening roar: "Wind! Wind! Gale!"

Chen Yanzhou raised his right hand and pressed it forward into the air.

The surging battle fervor and clamor abruptly ceased at that moment, leaving only the sound of waves crashing against the ship's hull. Tens of thousands of soldiers gazed up at the god-like man on the command platform, their eyes burning with fervent worship.

"Raise the sails full, weigh anchor. Destination: Return to the ruins!"

At Chen Yanzhou's command, dozens of iron chains, each as thick as a child's arm, were slowly pulled up by the winch. The huge sails billowed in the sea breeze, like clouds that blotted out the sky. The Zhenyuan took the lead, cleaving through the white waves, and with unwavering determination, plunged headlong into the boundless deep blue.

The army set off in a grand and imposing manner.

Inside the lower deck of the Zhenyuan, Xiao Nianrong finally cornered Wangcai in a dead end. Below, bundles of arrows and barrels of flammable oil emitting a pungent odor were piled up.

"Run! Why aren't you running anymore?" Xiao Nianrong, like a victorious general, put her hands on her hips and approached the big black dog huddled in the corner, trembling with fear.

Wangcai covered his eyes with his two front paws in despair, thinking that he, a once mighty giant wolf that made the desert mutated devils tremble with fear, had now been reduced to being chased and having his pigtails tied by a three-year-old toddler. His wolf life was utterly bleak.

"Be a good boy and I'll reward you with a peach blossom pastry." Xiao Nianrong took out a crushed pastry from her bosom and waved it under Wangcai's nose.

Upon smelling that familiar sweet scent, Wangcai twitched its nose, immediately lowered its paws from its eyes, and its tail wagged uncontrollably. It resignedly lay down on the ground, letting its little master's two tiny hands playfully rub its head.

Before long, three crooked, spiky topknots were sticking out of the head of this once majestic black dog, making it look extremely comical.

"So cute! Come on, let's go upstairs and play with Uncle Four Eyebrows!" Xiao Nianrong clapped her hands in satisfaction, then hopped onto Wangcai's broad back. Wangcai stood up helplessly, carrying this little devil he couldn't mess with, and slowly made his way up the stairs to the deck.

By this time, the fleet had already sailed more than 100 miles away from Minnesota Harbor.

The once azure sky and clear sea began to undergo unsettling changes as the fleet ventured deeper. The sunlight seemed to be filtered out of its warmth by some unseen force, and the sea breeze became bitingly cold. Ahead, on the sea surface, stretched a black wall of mist that appeared to connect heaven and earth.

That was no ordinary fog; dark red, fluffy substances swirled within it, exuding a strong stench of decay and death.

"Lord, the border of Guixu Sea is just ahead." A dark-skinned naval commander with a scar on his face strode up to the command platform, knelt on one knee, and reported in a deep voice. This man was none other than Duan Lie, the only tough guy among the Taihu Lake bandits who had been subdued by Chen Yanzhou, and now the vanguard commander of the Zhenyuan Navy.

Chen Yanzhou looked down at the black mist, his divine sense like an invisible net, instantly covering the sea area within a ten-mile radius.

"Interesting. This fog not only contains miasma, but also star array patterns that disrupt magnetic fields and true energy." Chen Yanzhou's lips curled into a sneer. "It seems those Japanese devils have put a lot of effort into their facade to guard against us."

"Rong'er, keep an eye on Nianrong." Chen Yanzhou turned his head and gave a word of advice. Then, with a flick of his body, as if he had lost gravity, he floated down onto the thick meteorite ram at the very front of the Zhenyuan.

He stood alone at the very front of the fleet, his hands behind his back, facing the black wall of mist that seemed capable of swallowing everything.

"Lu Xiaofeng, Chu Liuxiang." Chen Yanzhou's voice, carried clearly throughout the entire ship by his true energy, "I'll show you something interesting. A sword isn't just for killing with.

Before he finished speaking, a blinding golden-blue light suddenly burst forth in Chen Yanzhou's eyes.

An indescribable, terrifying Daoist aura erupted from his body. Without drawing his sword or unleashing any techniques, he simply released the chaotic power within him—power that had been tempered by the fortune of the Divine Land and fused with the three-colored sword intent and the Nine Yang True Qi—without reservation.

"boom!"

Centered on Chen Yanzhou's body, a distorting sound, chilling to the bone, emanated from the space within a radius of several miles. A gigantic, invisible sword, hundreds of feet long and entirely formed from chaotic true energy, materialized abruptly above the Zhenyuan. The sword exuded an unparalleled pressure that suppressed eternity, and the surrounding air was instantly sucked away by this force, creating an absolute vacuum.

"break!"

Chen Yanzhou parted his lips slightly and uttered a cold word.

The hundred-foot-long sword of energy, carrying the might of creating the heavens and earth, slashed down from the sky and smashed fiercely into the rolling black mist wall.

"Sizzle—"

It was like a tattered rag being forcibly torn apart by a blunt knife. The dense, impenetrable black mist, under the crushing force of the chaotic sword, emitted a shrill, almost lifelike scream. A clear, hundred-zhang-wide channel, leading directly to the deep sea, was cleaved open in the middle. Sunlight streamed down through the cleaved fissure, illuminating the once pitch-black surface of the sea.

Standing on the deck, Lu Xiaofeng gasped, tugging at Chu Liuxiang's sleeve, his voice trembling slightly: "Old Chu, am I seeing things? Is this still martial arts? This is practically divine magic! He didn't even move, and he cleaved a path through the so-called 'unreachable' Guixu Mist Sea?"

Chu Liuxiang's knuckles turned slightly white as he gripped the bone fan. He gave a bitter smile: "In front of the Lord of the Manor, our meager self-defense skills are like those of toddlers who have just learned to walk. Celestial Realm? I think he has long since transcended the shackles of Celestial Realm and touched upon the ultimate rules of this world."

Just as the fleet was steadily advancing along the cleaved channel, a sudden change occurred.

"Splash—!"

Suddenly, the sea to the left of the Zhenyuan began to churn violently, like boiling water. Then, a massive tentacle, as thick as two people could hug, covered in ghastly green scales and dark red suckers, burst forth from the water, accompanied by a nauseating stench. The tentacle, like a long, barbed whip, lashed out with overwhelming force at a thousand-ton warship escorting the Zhenyuan on its left.

"Enemy attack!" Duan Lie roared, his eyes wide. "Port ballista, fire!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The thick bowstring emitted a deafening screech. A dozen heavy crossbow bolts, each the size of a spear and barbed, tore through the air and pierced the enormous tentacle.

However, a chilling scene unfolded. The heavy crossbow, powerful enough to pierce the iron armor of a city gate, struck the tentacles' scales, only sending up a string of sparks; it couldn't even completely penetrate the outer layer. As if enraged, the tentacles suddenly coiled, directly entangling the mast of the thousand-ton warship.

With a piercing sound of breaking wood, the warship, weighing hundreds of tons, was pulled sharply to one side, and seawater rushed into the deck, causing the soldiers on board to fall into the sea like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

The instant they fell into the sea, countless mutated water monsters, the size of calves and with ferocious teeth, emerged from the water. Like sharks that had smelled blood, they frantically pounced on the soldiers who had fallen into the water, and the surface of the sea was instantly dyed a shocking crimson.

"court death!"

On the Zhenyuan, Huang Rong's eyes were icy. She lightly touched the deck with her toes and shot out like an arrow, heading straight for the giant tentacle. In mid-air, the Dog-Beating Stick in her hand emitted a dense burst of Nine Yin True Qi. The stick's shadow transformed into a streak of emerald green, striking with perfect precision the most vulnerable joint where the tentacle's suckers were most concentrated.

"Bang!"

This strike contained an extremely yin and supple yet indestructible hidden force. Although the scales on the surface of the tentacle were hard, the flesh inside was instantly shattered into a paste by this hidden force. The huge tentacle let out a painful hiss that was neither snake nor serpentine, and helplessly released the warship, crashing heavily back into the sea.

Before everyone could catch their breath, the entire sea suddenly boiled over.

Around the Zhenyuan, more than a dozen equally thick and terrifying tentacles burst forth from the water one after another. Moreover, several miles ahead, a massive, mountain-like mass of flesh, covered in pustules and eyes, slowly rose to the surface. The tentacles extended from the bottom of this monster.

At the very top of that fleshy ball was a star crystal core that shimmered with a ghostly blue light, emanating a chilling aura of death.

"It's a Starry Sky Beast! A monster they pieced together from mutated flesh and blood at the bottom of the sea!" Lu Xiaofeng, with his vast knowledge, immediately recognized its origin. He brought two fingers together, preparing to unleash his Spirit Rhinoceros Finger.

Chu Liuxiang folded his fan, and the poisoned silver needles hidden in the fan ribs were already aimed at the densely packed mutated water ghosts underwater.

"Daddy! What an ugly octopus!"

At this critical moment, Xiao Nianrong, riding on Wangcai, had somehow reached the ship's side. She stared wide-eyed at the repulsive, fleshy monster in front of her, her little face showing not a trace of fear, but rather an expression of disgust.

"Big Black, go bite it to death!" Xiao Nianrong patted Wangcai's head.

Wangcai let out a low growl, its four hooves stomping heavily on the deck, propelling its entire body forward like a black cannonball, heading straight for a tentacle sweeping across the air. In mid-air, Wangcai's size swelled with the wind, instantly transforming into a colossal wolf three zhang long. It opened its blood-red maw, its fangs, capable of crushing steel, viciously biting into the tentacle.

"Sizzle—"

Green pus and blood splattered with bits of flesh as Wangcai bit off a section of the thick tentacle! The monster let out a shrill scream, and its remaining tentacles lashed wildly at the giant wolf in mid-air.

"You big dummy, get out of the way!"

Xiao Nianrong let out a delicate shout and soared into the sky from the deck of the Zhenyuan. Her tender body drew a graceful arc in mid-air, and the innate Dao pattern between her brows burst forth with dazzling golden light.

"Take this punch!"

The little girl clenched her fists, stretched her right arm back into an exaggerated arc, and then, with an aura of annihilation, blasted it towards the enormous fleshy monster from afar.

Wherever the fist passed, the air was violently compressed, even creating a visible white sonic boom. Immediately afterwards, a ball of pure innate true fire burst forth from the force of her fist, transforming into a ferocious golden fire dragon that crashed into the top of the fleshy monster, which was inlaid with a starry crystal core, with overwhelming force.

"BOOM—!!!"

A deafening roar exploded on the sea.

The once invincible star beast, upon contact with the innate true fire, didn't even have time to utter a scream. Its massive body melted instantly under the extreme heat, like plastic thrown into a steel furnace. The azure star crystal core shattered under the immense pressure, exploding into dust that filled the sky.

The innate true fire continued its relentless advance, its aftershocks transforming into a sea of ​​fire that completely engulfed the sea surface within a radius of several hundred feet. The mutated water ghosts hidden beneath the water were instantly boiled and burned to ashes.

In just a few breaths, a massive crisis that could have wiped out an ordinary naval fleet was forcibly crushed in an unreasonable way by a three-year-old girl and a dog.

Little Nianrong did a somersault in mid-air, landing steadily on the deck. She clapped her hands, turned to Chen Yanzhou at the bow of the Zhenyuan, and loudly boasted, "Daddy! I burned the ugly monster to ashes!"

Chen Yanzhou turned and walked back to the deck from the ram. He ruffled his daughter's hair, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes, but his voice remained cold: "Well done. However, this is just an appetizer."

He raised his head, his gaze passing over the sea burning with golden flames, looking into the deeper mist.

With the death of that star beast, the surrounding mist seemed to lose some kind of support and began to dissipate in large quantities. Sunlight finally pierced through this desolate sea.

Lu Xiaofeng and Chu Liuxiang followed Chen Yanzhou's gaze, their pupils contracted almost simultaneously, and their breaths stopped for a beat.

About ten miles ahead on the sea, a huge island stands out, constructed entirely of black rock and bronze.

It was not a naturally formed island, but a true "floating fortress".

The fortress was surrounded by a bronze wall tens of meters high. The wall was densely covered with eerie array patterns that emitted a dark red glow. At the very center of the fortress stood a black stone pillar that pierced the sky. At the top of the pillar, a blood-red eyeball the size of a pavilion slowly rotated, as if surveying all living things in this sea.

What's most unsettling is the beach in front of the fortress.

There was no sand, only bones. Piles of bones gleamed with a nauseatingly pale white light under the sunlight. Several rivers of blood flowed continuously through the cracks in the stone slabs into the magic array at the bottom of the fortress.

"Floating island fortress..." Huang Rong's eyes turned colder than ever before, and her fingers gripping the Dog-Beating Stick turned white from the force.

Chen Yanzhou's gaze lingered on the enormous, blood-red eyeball for a moment, a cruel smile curving his lips. He turned to face the entire army, his deep voice clearly reaching the ears of every soldier.

"Zhenyuan Navy, listen to my command! Load the cannons, nock the crossbows! Full speed ahead! Crush them!"

The roar of the warships rang out once more. The Zhenyuan, carrying overwhelming killing intent, pierced straight at the blood-soaked star fortress like a drawn sword. The stench of the Guixu Sea reached its climax at this moment.