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

The fishy wind from the Guixu Sea, carrying a thick, unyielding stench of burnt flesh and blood, swept relentlessly across the massive ironwood deck of the Zhenyuan.

That once invincible bronze floating island fortress has now been reduced to a pile of scrap metal sunk to the bottom of the sea. Large swaths of dark red oil and severed limbs float on the surface of the sea, proclaiming that the alien races' century-long scheme to establish themselves here has been utterly crushed by Chen Yanzhou and his family in the most brutal way.

Chen Yanzhou stood with his hands behind his back at the bow of the ship, his black and gold robes fluttering in the sea breeze. He did not look down at the carnage below, his deep, abyss-like eyes fixed on the thick, leaden clouds in the sky above.

"My lord, you just said... the Star Expedition Fleet?" Duan Lie wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and scrambled to get behind Chen Yanzhou, his rough voice trembling uncontrollably.

"Scared?" Chen Yanzhou tilted his head slightly, a mocking smile curving his lips.

"This humble general... this humble general was born a member of the Tian Ce Mansion, and will die a ghost of the Tian Ce Mansion! But... if a fleet full of star monsters really crosses over, our hundreds of warships will not even be enough to fill a tooth gap!" Duan Lie knelt down on one knee with a thud, not out of fear of battle, but out of instinctive trembling at the terrifying power of that unknown dimension.

"Just a mouthful?" Chen Yanzhou sneered, casually tossing the top-grade star crystal core he'd dug out of Tokugawa Blood Armor to Chu Liuxiang behind him. "Old Chu, take this to Master Lu of the Divine Machine Battalion and tell him that within three days, I want this thing to become the driving core of the Zhenyuan's main cannon. If he can't do it, he'll have to come back with his head."

Chu Liuxiang hurriedly caught the crystal core that exuded an aura of destruction, and unfolded his folding fan with a wry smile: "Brother Chen, you're asking too much of me. If Master Lu knew you wanted him to put that thing from the extraterrestrial demons into a cannon, he'd be cursing in the Divine Machine Battalion."

"If he dares to utter a single curse, I'll cut off his six-month supply of aged wine." Chen Yanzhou turned around, his gaze sweeping over the soldiers standing solemnly on the deck. His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly penetrated everyone's eardrums. "Issue my Heavenly Strategy Order! The Zhenyuan Navy shall immediately return to port, and the entire army shall enter a state of first-level combat readiness. All fishermen and civilians within three hundred li of the East China Sea coast shall relocate inland within three days. Anyone who disobeys this order will be executed without mercy!"

"Yes, sir!" Tens of thousands of soldiers roared in unison, their voices shaking the sea and sky.

In the midst of this somber atmosphere, a discordant, childlike cheer came from the other end of the deck.

"Big Black! Run! That ugly monster's legs can still move!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Xiao Nianrong riding on the back of Wangcai, who had returned to his normal size, dragging a twitching limb of the mutated warrior. The limb was covered with barbs and pustules, emitting a foul stench, but the little girl seemed to have found some new and interesting toy, dragging it along the deck at great speed, leaving a trail of green slime.

Huang Rong, panting, chased after Chen Nianrong, carrying a rattan cane in her hand: "Chen Nianrong! You stop right there! That thing is so dirty, throw it away right now! If you run again, tonight's peach blossom pastries are canceled!"

Upon hearing that the peach blossom pastry was canceled, Xiao Nianrong immediately grabbed the dog by the neck. Wangcai braked suddenly, and its four paws scratched several deep white marks on the deck.

The little girl turned around with a pitiful look on her face, hiding the disgusting limb behind her back, her big eyes filled with tears: "Mommy is bad... I saved this for Daddy to use for kebabs..."

Seeing the chaotic scene, Chen Yanzhou's coldness melted instantly, replaced by endless doting. He strode over, scooped his daughter up from the dog's back and into his arms, and kicked Wangcai's bottom: "Bringing the young master to play with these dirty things, I'll take two meat bones from you tonight."

Wangcai let out a pitiful "woof" and tucked its tail between its legs to hide behind Chu Liuxiang.

"Yanzhou, look at her! A girl like her, dealing with these dead bones and mutated insects every day, how will she ever get married?" Huang Rong glared at her husband, then took out a silk handkerchief and wiped the black ash off her daughter's face with heartache.

Chen Yanzhou laughed nonchalantly: "Why should my daughter, Chen Yanzhou's daughter, need to get married? In this world, who is worthy of her? If any blind brat dares to propose marriage, I'll break three of his legs first."

Little Nianrong giggled in her father's arms, planting a big kiss on Chen Yanzhou's cheek, leaving a dark mark: "Daddy's the best! When are we going to fight those ugly monsters who sail big ships? Are they more fun than these?"

"Fun, of course it's fun." Chen Yanzhou pinched his daughter's chubby little face. "Daddy promises, this time, there's plenty for you to burn."

Three days later, in Chang'an City, at the headquarters of the Tian Ce Mansion.

This massive complex, built on the site of a former imperial city, is now the absolute center of power in the entire martial arts world of China. The ten-zhang-high obsidian walls are densely covered with defensive runes. On the watchtowers at the four corners, twelve "Heaven-Piercing Crossbows," modified by the Divine Machine Battalion, face the sky, their bolts gleaming with a chilling, eerie blue light—a powerful weapon infused with meteorite iron from the starry sky and the essence of extreme cold.

Inside the main hall of the Tian Ce Mansion, the atmosphere was so heavy that it was almost freezing.

On both sides of the enormous rosewood table sat the most powerful figures in the martial arts world, whose every stomp could shake the heavens.

On the left, Zhang Juzheng, the Grand Secretary of the Tian Ce Mansion, was seated first, followed by Song Que, the head of the South Pavilion, Lu Xiaofeng, the head of the East Pavilion, and Ximen Chuixue, the head of the North Pavilion.

On the right are the leaders of the major sects in the Central Plains who have already submitted, including the abbot of Shaolin, Chongxu of Wudang, and Ren Woxing, the leader of the Sun Moon Sect. They are all holding their breath and not daring to even breathe loudly.

Chen Yanzhou sat upright in the main chair, holding an urgent military report in his hand, his gaze sweeping coldly across the room.

"Urgent report from the East China Sea. At midnight yesterday, a thousand-zhang-long, dark blue crack appeared in the sky a hundred li east of Mingzhou Port. Seawater overflowed, and a fierce wind arose." Chen Yanzhou casually tossed the blood-stained parchment scroll in his hand onto the table. "The advance fleet has arrived. There are thirteen bronze warships in total, each a hundred zhang long. Leading the charge are the remnants of the Fusang Tianfeng School and the 'Demon Ninja' army, which has been deeply parasitized by the Star Mother Worm."

Upon hearing this, a collective gasp filled the hall.

"A thousand-foot rift... thirteen hundred-foot warships..." The Shaolin abbot's hand, which was moving the prayer beads, suddenly stopped. He said bitterly, "Amitabha, Alliance Leader Chen, this is beyond human capability. If such demons were to land on the Divine Land, it would surely lead to widespread suffering."

"Bald monk, shut your mouth!" Ren Woxing slammed his fist on the table, his wild and unruly face filled with murderous intent. "Damn it, what kind of bullshit Starry Sky Demons are they! My Star-Absorbing Technique is just looking for a place to absorb their energy. If they dare to come, I'll drain them dry!"

"Drain it dry? I'm afraid you'll burst your belly." Ximen Chuixue glanced coldly at Ren Woxing, holding the black scabbard in his arms, his eyes gleaming with extreme fighting spirit. "My sword hasn't drunk the blood of a foreign race in a long time."

Chen Yanzhou tapped his fingers lightly on the table, making a "tap-tap" sound, and the hall instantly fell silent.

"Zhang Juzheng," Chen Yanzhou called out.

"Your subordinate is here." Zhang Juzheng stood up, his expression solemn.

How is the evacuation of coastal residents going?

"Reporting to Your Majesty, within three days, all 1.2 million people along the three hundred li coast of the East China Sea have been evacuated to the west of Jinling Prefecture. Currently, apart from the Zhenyuan Navy of my Tiance Prefecture and the elite troops of the three major camps, there is not a single civilian left on the coastline." Chen Yanzhou had always been reassured by Zhang Juzheng's efficiency.

"Very good." Chen Yanzhou stood up, an aura of domineering arrogance emanating from him. "Now that the battlefield is cleared, there's no need to be polite to these Japanese devils. Pass on my orders!"

Splash!

Everyone in the hall stood up in unison.

"Lu Xiaofeng, Ximen Chuixue, Song Que!"

"exist!"

"The three of you will each lead five thousand heavily armored cavalry from the Tian Ce Mansion to the East Sea defense line immediately via the teleportation array. Remember, I don't want any survivors or prisoners. Anything that crawled out of that crack, whether human, ghost, demon, or insect, crush it all!"

"Yes, sir!"

Chen Yanzhou waved his sleeve and said, "Meeting adjourned. I'll go to the backyard to pick up your young master. How can we have fun fighting the Japanese without her?"

The martial arts training ground in the backyard of Tian Ce Mansion.

The once smooth bluestone pavement has now been transformed into the surface of the moon, with scorched craters and broken rocks everywhere.

Little Nianrong, dressed in a specially made red outfit, was riding on Wangcai's back, having a great time. In her hand, she was holding a huge bronze shield that was two heads taller than her.

This shield, weighing several hundred pounds, was a trophy seized from the mutated general of Guixu Sea. But with the little girl's terrifying arm strength, comparable to that of a true dragon cub, it was like lifting a paper toy.

"Whoosh—ha!"

Xiao Nianrong exerted a sudden burst of strength, slamming the hundreds-of-pounds-weight bronze shield down like a discus thrower onto a row of steel and wooden dummy dummies in front of her.

"Boom!"

With a deafening crash, more than a dozen wooden dummy dummies, forged from seabed iron, snapped in half under the brutal impact, sending debris flying. The bronze shield, its momentum undiminished, slammed heavily into the courtyard wall of the training ground, creating a large hole.

"Oh my little darling!" Hua Manlou, who was in charge of looking after her, waved his fan with concern. "This is a courtyard wall that Master Lu just repaired, please be careful..."

"Uncle Hua, this shield is too light, it's not fun at all." Xiao Nianrong pouted, jumped off Wangcai's back, and patted the dust off her hands.

Chen Yanzhou had just stepped into the backyard when he saw this scene and couldn't help but chuckle: "Nianrong, since home isn't fun, how about we go to the East China Sea to smash those big ships?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Nianrong's eyes instantly lit up like two little stars. She ran over with her short legs and hugged Chen Yanzhou's leg tightly: "Daddy! Shall we go beat up those ugly monsters that look like big eyeballs?"

"Uglier than big eyes." Chen Yanzhou bent down, hoisted his daughter onto his shoulder, and whistled loudly with his other hand.

"Hey——!"

A cry that pierced the clouds came from above the Tian Ce Mansion. The divine eagle, whose size had grown to a wingspan of several zhang and whose feathers were as if cast in steel, swooped down from the clouds and landed steadily in the courtyard, stirring up a gust of wind.

Huang Rong walked out of the corridor, holding a small mink cloak. She draped it over her daughter's shoulders, carefully tied the straps, and said softly, "Go back to your room, and don't be stubborn. If you distract your father, I'll really spank you when we get back."

Little Nianrong patted her chest and solemnly assured her, "Don't worry, Mother! Nianrong is really powerful now; one fireball can burn a whole bunch of Japanese soldiers to death!"

Chen Yanzhou kissed his wife's forehead and said gently, "Don't worry, I'll be right back. Warm up some peach blossom wine at home and wait for me tonight."

Having said that, Chen Yanzhou, holding his daughter, leaped onto the broad back of the Divine Eagle. Wangcai, not to be outdone, pushed off with all four legs and jumped up as well.

With a sudden flap of its wings, the Divine Eagle transformed into a golden streak of light, soaring straight into the sky and hurtling towards the East Sea.

Dark clouds loomed over the East China Sea.

The once vast expanse of blue sea is now completely polluted by a thick, black, deathly aura, turning a nauseating dark green. Gale-force winds howl across the surface, whipping up towering waves tens of meters high.

The sky seemed to be forcibly torn apart by a pair of invisible giant hands, and a spatial rift thousands of feet long, radiating a ghostly blue light, stretched across the heavens. At the edge of the rift, the laws of space peeled away like shattered mirrors, revealing a deep, cold, and destructive abyss of starry sky behind it.

From the crack, thirteen enormous bronze ships, each as large as a mountain at sea, were slowly emerging.

These warships were made entirely of some unknown black metal, their surfaces covered with dark red array patterns. The prows were carved with the ferocious head of the eight-headed serpent, and the decks were densely packed with mutated ronin dressed in black samurai outfits and wearing demon masks.

These are remnants of the Fusang Tianfeng clan, recruited by the alien races of the stars, and also the vanguard cannon fodder of this expeditionary fleet.

"Hehehe... Divine Land! Beautiful and prosperous Divine Land! After a hundred years, we, Tianfengliu, have finally returned!" On the command platform of the main ship, a short old man covered in pustules and whose right eye was replaced by a dark blue crystal core let out a maniacal laugh like an owl.

He is none other than Tenfu Shiro's senior brother, who faked his death and escaped in Shenzhou back then, and is now Yagyu Munenobu, who has been transformed into "Oni Ninja Tenshin" by the Starry Sky Death Qi.

"Your Excellency, the Divine Land Navy's defensive line has been spotted ahead." A ghost ninja scout, whose arms had mutated into mantis blades, knelt on the ground, his voice hoarse.

Yagyu Munenobu looked ahead with his only remaining eye.

Ten miles away on the sea, hundreds of Zhenyuan warships, flying the black flag with gold lettering bearing the name "Tian Ce," were lined up in a row, like an iron Great Wall, blocking their path.

On the main deck of the Zhenyuan, Lu Xiaofeng, Ximen Chuixue, and Song Que, three top martial arts masters, stood side by side.

"These worthless pieces of scrap metal dare to try and stop the great will of the stars?" Yagyu Munenobu arrogantly drew his demon sword from his waist, the blade pointing directly at the Zhenyuan Fleet ahead. "Warriors of the Great East Asia! Slaughter them all! Let the blood of the people of Shenzhou nourish Lord Yamata's glory! Fire!"

Hundreds of thick, black cannon barrels protruded from the sides of the thirteen bronze warships.

These cannons are not filled with gunpowder, but with highly compressed deadly gas from the stars.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Amidst a deafening roar, hundreds of millstone-sized, eerie blue orbs of light tore through the air, carrying terrifying corrosive power, and hurtled towards the Zhenyuan Fleet like a meteor shower.

Faced with this devastating attack, the Zhenyuan Fleet did not flinch in the slightest.

"Activate the formation!" Song Que drew his Heavenly Blade from his back and roared.

On hundreds of Zhenyuan warships, the array masters of the Tian Ce Mansion simultaneously activated their true energy. A massive, pale golden shield of true energy enveloped the entire fleet.

"Bang bang bang bang—!"

The azure orb slammed into the protective shield, unleashing a blinding burst of light. The protective shield trembled violently, ripples spreading across its surface. Although it had blocked the first wave of attack, the deathly aura of the starry sky was extremely corrosive, continuously eroding the foundation of the formation.

"Brother Lu, this passive defense isn't working." Song Que frowned. "The enemy's Death Qi Cannons have a range far exceeding our Eight Ox Crossbows."

Ximen Chuixue drew his longsword expressionlessly: "I'll go and destroy their main cannon."

Just as Ximen Chuixue was preparing to ride the waves and launch his attack.

A clear, melodious cry of an eagle suddenly rang out from the heavens.

A blinding golden light tore through the dark clouds, crashing straight towards Tian Fengliu's largest flagship like a falling meteorite.

"What is that?" Yagyu Munenobu looked up, his one eye suddenly narrowing.

On the back of a giant golden eagle stood a young man dressed in black and gold robes. On his shoulder was a little girl with two topknots and a delicate, beautiful face.

"You little dwarf, you're so ugly! Your breath is getting in my eyes!"

Before Yagyu Munenobu could react, the little girl riding on the man's shoulders suddenly shouted excitedly.

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Nianrong took a deep breath, her little belly bulged out, and then she suddenly exhaled a long breath downwards.

"call--!"

A cluster of pure golden flames shot out from her mouth. The flames swelled with the wind, and in the blink of an eye, they transformed into a golden sea of ​​fire covering an area of ​​hundreds of feet in radius.

This is no ordinary fire, but a primordial true fire containing the Daoist essence of chaos, capable of overcoming all evil and deathly energy!

The golden sea of ​​fire spread like wildfire, sweeping across the deck of Tianfengliu's flagship with overwhelming force.

"ah--!"

A heart-wrenching scream instantly echoed across the sea and sky.

Those demon ninjas tainted by the innate true fire didn't even have a chance to struggle. Their proud protective aura of starlight death energy melted instantly before this extremely domineering flame, like ice and snow encountering boiling water. In less than three breaths, hundreds of elite demon ninjas were burned to ashes.

Even the bronze behemoth forged from meteorite iron from the stars began to melt under the scorching heat, its deck visibly turning red and softening.

"Baka! What kind of demonic fire is this?!" Yagyu Munenobu exclaimed in shock, his body erupting with dense black energy in an attempt to resist the spread of the sea of ​​fire.

But to his horror, he discovered that his starry death energy not only failed to extinguish the fire, but instead seemed to become fuel that added fuel to the fire, making the golden flames burn even brighter.

"Damn you Chinese! I'll tear you to pieces!" Yagyu Munenobu went completely mad. He endured the excruciating pain of being burned by the true fire, kicked off the deck with both legs, and transformed into a black lightning bolt, soaring into the sky. The demon sword in his hand unleashed a ghostly blue blade light dozens of feet long, slashing straight at Chen Yanzhou and Xiao Nianrong in mid-air.

"You stupid bastard."

Chen Yanzhou stood on the back of the Divine Eagle, his eyes as cold as if he were looking at an ant.

He didn't even draw his sword.

Faced with the terrifying blade light that tore through the void, Chen Yanzhou simply raised his right hand casually, joined his index and middle fingers together, and made a light slash in the air towards the charging Yagyu Munenobu.

One word, breaking the path.

"laugh!"

A thin, golden-blue sword aura, as thin as a spider's thread, flew silently from Chen Yanzhou's fingertips.

There was no earth-shattering spectacle, nor any dazzling light and shadow.

However, this sword energy ignored the limitations of space and distance, appearing directly in front of Yagyu Munenobu.

"Click."

Yagyu Munenobu's prized demon sword, a peerless weapon said to be infused with the venomous fangs of the Yamata no Orochi, snapped in two like a crisp biscuit the moment it came into contact with the sword energy.

The sword energy continued its undiminished momentum, passing through Yagyu Munenobu's brow without any obstruction, and finally disappearing into the dark clouds above the sky.

Yagyu Munenobu's body suddenly froze in mid-air.

The azure crystal core that had replaced his right eye made a cracking sound.

"Who...who are you...?" Yagyu Munenobu managed to utter a few words, his eyes filled with endless fear and disbelief.

"Your grandfather, Chen Yanzhou."

Chen Yanzhou parted his thin lips slightly.

The moment the words left his mouth, a straight line of blood appeared on Yagyu Munenobu's body, starting from between his eyebrows. Then, with a "bang," his entire body exploded into a cloud of fine blood mist, his very soul being completely obliterated by the domineering chaotic sword intent.

With a single move, he instantly killed the Ghost Ninja Venerable, who was comparable to the peak of the Celestial Realm!

The soldiers of the Zhenyuan Fleet below erupted in a deafening cheer.

"Our Lord is invincible!"

"The Tian Ce Mansion is mighty!"

Chen Yanzhou ignored the cheers below. He looked down at his daughter, who was excitedly waving her arms, and smiled. "Nianrong, did you see that clearly? To beat this kind of trash, you don't need all those fancy moves. Just overpower them with sheer force."

"Yes, yes! Nianrong got it!" The little girl nodded vigorously, then pointed to the remaining twelve bronze warships below that were frantically turning around, and shouted, "Daddy, Big Dog! It's your turn! Bite them to death!"

"Awooo—!"

Wangcai, who had been perched on the eagle's back, could no longer suppress its bloodthirsty instincts. It let out a ferocious howl and leaped its massive body directly from mid-air.

During its descent, Wangcai's size increased again, transforming into a terrifying giant wolf four zhang long, its body engulfed in dark, ghostly flames.

It slammed heavily onto the deck of a bronze warship, creating a large crater in the hard metal. Then, like a tiger among sheep, Wangcai opened its blood-red maw and bit off the mainmast. With a sweep of its tail, it whipped dozens of ghost ninjas into the sea.

"Lu Xiaofeng, Ximen Chuixue, Song Que. What are you all standing there for?" Chen Yanzhou's cold, sharp voice echoed across the sea. "All troops, attack! Within half an hour, I want this sea area devoid of a single intact piece of alien wood!"

"kill!"

Song Que drew his Heavenly Blade and unleashed the "Eight Techniques of the Heavenly Blade," cleaving a hundred-zhang-long chasm in the sea before slashing fiercely at an enemy ship.

Ximen Chuixue drew his sword, becoming one with it, transforming into a cold white light that instantly pierced the chests of the three mutated leaders.

Lu Xiaofeng then used his lightness skill to dart across the enemy ship like a butterfly flitting among flowers. His Lingxi Finger technique produced a series of powerful strikes, each one precisely shattering the enemy's head.

At this moment, the Zhenyuan Navy's hundreds of warships also withdrew their defensive formations, and under Duan Lie's command, they unleashed their Eight-Bull Crossbows, Fierce Fire Oil, and even improved cannons.

This is not a war at all.

It was a one-sided massacre.

Faced with Chen Yanzhou's absolutely invincible martial prowess and Xiao Nianrong's innate true fire that could subdue all evil spirits, this star vanguard fleet that struck fear into the hearts of the martial arts world of China was like a paper toy.

In less than half an hour, the twelve bronze warships sank completely into the cold East China Sea amidst flames and explosions.

On the sea, apart from the burning wreckage and the floating corpses of the alien race, there was not a single living enemy.

Chen Yanzhou, holding his daughter, slowly landed on the main deck of the Zhenyuan.

The soldiers looked at him with more than just awe; they looked as if they were witnessing the arrival of a true god.

"Daddy, are you done fighting? That was so boring, they were too weak." Xiao Nianrong pouted, seemingly still wanting more. She held a piece of a demon ninja mask that she had torn off from somewhere, threw it on the ground with disgust, and stomped on it twice with her little boots.

Chen Yanzhou rubbed her little head and looked up at the still unclosed dark blue crack in the sky.

Deep within that thousand-foot-long rift, starlight twinkled, and faint, chilling rumbling sounds echoed. It was as if some far larger, more terrifying being was attempting to break through the barriers of this world's rules.

"Weak?" The fighting spirit in Chen Yanzhou's eyes did not diminish; on the contrary, it burned even more intensely.

He reached out and flicked the nameless ancient sword at his waist, which emitted a clear, ringing sound.

"The advance team is just the appetizer. Nianrong, don't rush, the real big fish is yet to come." Chen Yanzhou's voice carried an arrogance that could make heaven and earth tremble. "When they dare to stick their heads out, Daddy will take you to overturn that entire starry sky!"