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

The far north sea was shrouded in gloom and snow.

The once azure sea had turned into a deep, chilling inky black here. Icebergs of all sizes floated on the surface, and the cold wind howled like knives across the sea, scraping against the iron-clad warships of the Zhenyuan Navy with a teeth-grinding scraping sound.

Even highly skilled martial artists, upon arriving in this sea area, must wear thick animal skin cloaks.

However, in the center of this menacing steel fleet, the painted boat made of thousand-year-old sandalwood seemed to exist in another world.

Around the pleasure boat, Chen Yanzhou casually set up a barrier of chaotic true energy, keeping out all the wind, snow, and bitter cold. The deck was warm as spring, and one could even smell the enticing aroma of roasted meat.

"Daddy, why are the legs of this big crab so hard? Nianrong can't bite them!"

Little Nianrong was wearing a red jacket with gold patterns, her hair tied in two topknots. Her chubby little hands were holding up a deep-sea king crab leg that was thicker than her arm. The little girl's cheeks were puffed out like little buns. She took a couple of big bites, leaving only a few shallow white marks on the crab shell, which made her stomp her feet in frustration.

Beside them, the big black dog Wangcai was lying in front of a huge wooden basin filled with meat from various deep-sea creatures whose names he didn't know. He was eating with grease dripping from his mouth, and when he heard his little master's complaints, he didn't even bother to lift his head.

Chen Yanzhou leaned back lazily in a recliner covered with a white tiger skin, holding a sharpened iron shovel in his hand, on which was skewered half a golden cod. Hearing his daughter's call, a doting smile curved his lips.

"Give it to me, Daddy will peel it for you."

Little Demon Ball immediately cheered, ran over with his short legs, and stuffed the huge crab leg into Chen Yanzhou's hand.

Chen Yanzhou barely used his inner energy; his long, slender, white fingers casually pinched the crab's leg joint. With a crisp "crack," the crab shell, as tough as steel, shattered, revealing the snow-white, plump crab meat inside. He patiently picked out the crab meat and placed it on an exquisite white jade plate, even carefully removing a few soft spines, before serving it to his daughter.

"Eat up, swallow slowly, no one's going to take it from you." Chen Yanzhou reached out and wiped the grease from the corner of his daughter's mouth.

Lu Xiaofeng, wrapped in a heavy white fox fur coat, his hands tucked into his sleeves, squatted like a scapegoat by the fireplace in the corner of the pleasure boat. Watching this scene, he couldn't help but say sourly, "Brother Chen, your daughter is too precious. Even my Spirit Rhinoceros Finger technique has to work hard to crack the shell of this Extreme Cold Ice Crab, and you're just peeling it like a snack. If those old masters in the martial arts world who fight to the death for half a manual saw this, they'd probably vomit blood on the spot."

"Any objections?" Chen Yanzhou didn't even lift his eyelids, casually flipping the grilled cod on the iron plate. "Keep your objections to yourself. My daughter, Chen Yanzhou's daughter, would go and pick stars for her if she wanted to eat them. What are a few crabs?"

Huang Rong came out of the cabin, holding a mink cloak, and draped it over Chen Yanzhou with a disgruntled expression: "You just keep spoiling her. Last night she insisted on catching a glowing ice fish, and ended up slapping the anchor of the escort ship next to her and breaking it. It almost scared Song Que to death."

Although Huang Rong was complaining, her bright, sparkling eyes were full of laughter.

"That's because that old bastard Song Que is too naive." Chen Yanzhou pulled his wife to sit down beside him and handed her a glass of warm fruit wine. "How much further ahead?"

Huang Rong took the wine glass, her joking expression fading, and pointed to the hazy sea ahead: "According to the nautical chart sent by the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion, after crossing this ice floe area, another hundred miles ahead is the edge of the far northern ice plains. However..."

She frowned slightly and sniffed the air gently: "This smell in the wind is not right."

Chen Yanzhou chuckled and tossed the skewer of grilled cod to Wangcai beside him: "It does smell a bit bad. Like a dead rat that's been pickled in a ditch for three months. This short, stout guy from Fusang loves playing these sneaky tricks."

The voice just fell.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Three deafening thuds suddenly echoed from the outer perimeter of the warship. The entire pleasure boat shook violently from the impact.

Immediately afterwards, a piercing alarm sounded from the vanguard battalion of the Zhenyuan Navy: "Enemy attack! Something underwater!"

Suddenly, dozens of enormous icebergs on the once calm sea began to move strangely. These weren't real icebergs, but rather polar walruses lurking on the seabed, completely mutated and infected by the deathly energy of the starry sky!

Each of these monsters was over ten zhang long, covered in thick ice armor, with eyes emitting a ghostly blue death light, and long fangs like two giant battering rams, frantically ramming the hulls of the outer warships.

On the backs of these mutated walruses, thousands of Japanese ninjas lay densely packed. Dressed in pure white hermit robes, they blended almost seamlessly into the surrounding ice and snow, gripping black ninja swords imbued with deathly aura, preparing to climb up the hull like a leech.

"They're Ice Release assassins from the Iga school of Fusang!" Lu Xiaofeng's expression changed, and he instantly drew his longsword. "These bastards actually pushed the defensive line out to sea!"

"What's the big deal?" Chen Yanzhou remained calmly reclined in his chair, showing no intention of getting up. He simply turned his head to look at Xiao Nianrong, who was licking her plate clean. "Little girl, are you full?"

Little Nianrong patted her round little belly and let out a burp: "I'm full!"

"Go move around a bit after you've eaten. There are a few ugly freaks daydreaming outside, go and warm them up. It's freezing cold here, don't let them get cold." Chen Yanzhou smiled and pointed to the sea.

"Yay! Let's heat up a big block of ice!"

When Xiao Nianrong heard there was going to be a fight, her eyes lit up like two little stars. She slammed the plate down on Wangcai's head and kicked off the deck with her short legs.

With a "whoosh".

The three-year-old girl was like a red cannonball fired from a gun, directly piercing through the true energy barrier of the painted boat and leaping into the air.

"Big Black! Catch me!" Little Nianrong called out in her childish voice from mid-air.

Wangcai shook off the plate on its head, letting out an excited howl. Its body instantly expanded to five zhang in size in mid-air, with black, ghostly flames rising from its four paws. The giant wolf strode across the waves, catching Xiao Nianrong with incredible precision as she fell. The two, like arrows released from a bow, charged straight towards the densest part of the enemy formation.

The leader of the Iga school of Tennin lurked on the back of the largest mutated walrus, watching the little boy riding the black dog charging towards him, a cruel glint in his eyes.

"Baka! Is there no one left in the Tian Ce Mansion? Sending a little brat to his death! Fire ice poison arrows!" The Tian Ren leader ordered in a hoarse voice.

Thousands of ninjas simultaneously drew their bows, unleashing a dense barrage of black ice arrows that rained down on Xiao Nianrong like a dark cloud. Each arrow was coated with a deadly poison that would kill anyone who touched it.

"Pah, a toothpick!"

Xiao Nianrong stood on the wolf's back, neither dodging nor avoiding, her little hands on her hips. She took a deep breath, and the surrounding air was instantly sucked away, forming a small vortex.

The next moment, the little girl's mouth suddenly opened.

"Whoosh—Boom!"

Pure golden innate true fire burst forth, and the flames swelled with the wind, instantly transforming into a sea of ​​fire that covered an area of ​​ten miles in radius.

Those seemingly sharp black ice arrows, when they touched the edge of the innate true fire, didn't even make a sound, and were directly vaporized into nothingness by the terrifying high temperature.

The sea of ​​fire continued its relentless advance, crashing down on the mutated walruses and Japanese ninjas like a tsunami.

"Aaaaaah—!"

A heart-wrenching scream shattered the silence of the icy sea. The ice-escape defenses that the Iga school was so proud of were as fragile as paper before this innate Dao fire, powerful enough to scorch rivers and boil seas.

The white hermit robes instantly turned to ashes, and the ninjas, along with the starlight death energy within their bodies, were burned to ashes. The enormous mutated walruses, before they could even dive back underwater, were cooked and charred in the extreme heat, ultimately turning into pools of foul-smelling blood.

In less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, the enemy's once menacing lines were burned into a huge vacuum zone, and the seawater on the surface was boiling violently due to the high temperature, emitting billowing white steam.

"Too weak! There isn't even one that can take a beating!" Xiao Nianrong rode Wangcai around on the boiling sea, her little face full of disappointment and unsatisfaction.

On the pleasure boat, Lu Xiaofeng wiped the sweat from his forehead, swallowed hard, and said, "Brother Chen, I take back what I just said. Your daughter is even more ruthless than you."

Chen Yanzhou picked up his wine glass and took a sip, but his gaze went beyond the boiling sea and locked onto a huge ice floe in the far distance.

"Your daughter can't catch that rat hiding underwater. Should you go, or should I?" Huang Rong followed her husband's gaze and chuckled softly, covering her mouth.

"This water is too cold, don't let the lady get cold."

Chen Yanzhou put down his wine cup and stood up. He didn't even draw his sword; instead, he casually made a line across the distance with his right index and middle fingers, pointing at the distant ice floe.

"rise."

Words become law, and the rules of chaos descend!

"Boom!"

The enormous ice floe, which was a hundred feet in diameter, was actually lifted off the sea surface by an invisible force and suspended in mid-air.

Beneath the floating ice, in the sea, a strange old man clad in purple-gold armor and bound by chains was attempting to dive into the deep sea with a look of horror on his face. This old man was the true mastermind behind this ambush fleet, the remnant soul of Tokugawa Ieyasu, a Japanese daimyo who had merged with the bloodline of the Starry Sky Royal Family.

"Since you're already here, why are you in such a hurry to leave?" Chen Yanzhou's voice boomed in the ear of the famous man like a ghost.

The Tokugawa daimyo was terrified and was about to detonate the star core within his body to perish together with the enemy.

However, Chen Yanzhou simply pressed down in mid-air with his two fingers together.

"Bang!"

An indescribable, terrifying gravitational field instantly enveloped the area. The seawater around Tokugawa Daimyo was instantly emptied, forming a huge vacuum crater. His prized purple-gold armor cracked inch by inch under this immense pressure, his bones shattering with a popping sound, and he was pressed tightly against the seabed mud like a flattened toad, unable to move even a finger.

Chen Yanzhou walked on air, shrinking the distance to an inch, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived above the vacuum pit.

He looked down at the Tokugawa daimyo struggling in the seabed silt, his eyes devoid of any emotion. With a swift grab of his right hand, he pulled the old man from the seabed into the air.

"You bunch of worms, did you arrange to have a feast with that old dog Bai Yujing up ahead?" Chen Yanzhou asked coldly.

"Baka! You Chinese devil! Lord Hakugyokyo has activated the Ice Barbarian Formation, the great Starry Sky Ruler is about to descend, and China is destined to..." The Tokugawa daimyo roared madly.

"Noisy."

Chen Yanzhou frowned slightly, and placed his right hand directly on the top of Tokugawa Daimyo's head. The golden-blue chaotic true energy brutally tore through the opponent's mental defenses, forcibly searching his soul.

The agonizing screams lasted only two breaths. Tokugawa Daimyo's eyes rolled back, thick black blood flowed from his seven orifices, his soul utterly crushed.

Chen Yanzhou tossed the body into the sea like trash, then turned and flew back to the pleasure boat.

"You found it?" Huang Rong handed over a hot towel.

Chen Yanzhou took the towel and wiped his hands, a chilling sneer curling at the corner of his mouth: "This Bai Yujing, he's got some nerve. Not only does he want to detonate the icy ley lines, but he also wants to use the remains of that ancient Ice Barbarian as a vessel to lure the Star Mother Worm down. He wants to turn the far north ice plains into the largest incubation ground for alien races in China."

"So what do we do now?" Lu Xiaofeng asked gravely.

"What do we do?" Chen Yanzhou threw the towel on the table, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit. "Full speed ahead, just charge straight at them. I want to see if Bai Yujing's Longevity Sword can withstand even a single finger from me."

The far north ice plains, the ancient ice cliffs.

This is the northernmost point of the Divine Continent, where there is no alternation of day and night, only eternal wind and snow and endless cold. The sky is shrouded in a thick layer of aurora, but the aurora is not a dazzling color, but a ghostly green that exudes an aura of death.

The towering, thousand-foot-high Xuanbing Cliff is riddled with countless holes, and in each hole stands a frozen corpse. These corpses were once elites of the Western Regions Demonic Sect, but after death, they were infected by the deathly energy of the starry sky and transformed into tireless and painless guardians.

At the highest point of Xuanbing Cliff, a huge altar made of pure black meteorite iron floats in mid-air.

In the center of the altar, a man sat cross-legged.

He wore a long robe that was once as white as snow, but was now stained with black grime. A simple, ancient longsword—the Longevity Sword—lay across his lap. He had an extremely handsome yet weathered face, but upon closer inspection, one would find that the left side of his face had completely hardened, covered with fine, dark gold scales, and his left eye had transformed into a terrifying compound eye resembling that of an insect.

Bai Yujing, the Grand Dragon Leader of the Azure Dragon Society.

Directly beneath the altar, a colossal skeleton, hundreds of feet long and entirely translucent, was tightly bound to the ice by countless black chains engraved with starry array patterns. This skeleton possessed dragon horns and wings; it was none other than the legendary ancient divine beast, Bingyi.

At this moment, those black chains, like vampires, greedily extracted the remaining divinity from the Ice Yi skeleton and the power of the icy earth veins of the far north, continuously supplying it into the slowly tearing spatial rift above the altar.

"Great Dragon Head, all the pawns on the East Sea side have been wiped out. That good-for-nothing Yuan Suiyun couldn't even delay the Tian Ce Mansion for half a day."

A high priest of the Western Regions Demonic Cult, shrouded in a black robe, knelt at Bai Yujing's feet, his voice filled with undisguised fear.

Bai Yujing slowly opened his normal right eye, his gaze devoid of any emotion, only displaying an aloof indifference.

"It's alright, pawns are meant to be sacrificed." His voice was like two blocks of ice rubbing together, piercing and cold. "The Ice Barrier Formation has been activated, and the coordinates of the Star Mother Worm have been locked. Even if Chen Yanzhou were a god, he wouldn't be able to stop this world from freezing."

He stretched out his scale-covered left hand and gently stroked the Longevity Sword on his lap: "I have lived for too long, and this world is too boring. Only at the end of the starry sky can one find true immortality."

The moment Bai Yujing finished speaking.

"BOOM—!!!"

The ten-zhang-thick defensive wall surrounding Xuanbing Cliff, formed from ten-thousand-year-old Xuanbing ice, suddenly erupted with a deafening roar, as if struck by a meteorite from outer space.

The entire ice wall collapsed in an instant, and countless shards of ice flew everywhere like hidden weapons, smashing through the bodies of countless demonic ice corpses.

Amidst the wind and snow, a colossal warship, entirely black and heavily armored, smashed through the icy plains like a primordial beast. At the bow of the warship flew a fluttering black-gold banner, upon which were written two large, flamboyant characters: "Tian Ce" (Heavenly Strategy)!

On the highest deck of the warship, a three-year-old girl was riding on the back of a huge black wolf, holding an iron pillar that had been taken from somewhere, jumping and hopping excitedly.

"Wow! What a huge iceberg! Daddy, look, those ice figures are so ugly, they look like those cheap sugar figurines sold on the street!" Little Nianrong pointed at the densely packed ice corpses of the Demonic Cult on the cliff wall and exclaimed in her childish voice.

Chen Yanzhou, dressed in a black and gold robe, stood behind his daughter with his hands behind his back. The sea breeze lifted the hem of his robe, and his young and handsome face exuded an arrogance that made the world pale in comparison.

"It's really ugly. These dirty things don't deserve to be your toys." Chen Yanzhou said indifferently, his gaze fixed directly on Bai Yujing at the top of Xuanbing Cliff.

"Song Que, clear the area. Don't let these pieces of junk spoil the girl's enthusiasm for building a snowman."

"Yes, sir!"

Below the warship, Song Que, holding the Heavenly Blade, responded loudly.

"Great Snow Dragon Riders, prepare the Divine Cannons—Fire!"

With Song Que's command, the gun ports on both sides of the warship roared open. One hundred star core cannons, improved by Master Lu, spewed out deadly flames in a very short time.

"Boom boom boom boom—!"

Terrifying explosions echoed across the Xuanbing Cliff. The demonic ice corpses, strengthened by the death energy of the starry sky, were shattered into countless pieces like paper under the absolute firepower of the Star Core Cannon, turning into a sky full of ice dust.

With just one volley, a third of the already terrifying army of ice corpses was wiped out.

Bai Yujing sat on the altar, watching the Tian Ce army advance with overwhelming force below, a chilling killing intent flashing in his terrifying compound eyes.

"Chen Yanzhou...you truly are an anomaly." Bai Yujing slowly stood up, grabbed the Longevity Sword from his lap, and said, "High Priest, hold off those ants. I'm going to meet this ruler of the world."

Before he finished speaking, Bai Yujing's figure had already disappeared from the altar, transforming into a gray, deathly sword beam that tore through the swirling snow and pierced straight toward Chen Yanzhou on the bow of the pleasure boat.

This sword strike contained the swordsmanship that Bai Yujing had painstakingly cultivated for a hundred years, coupled with the corrosive power of the death energy of the starry sky, even tearing a black crack in space that could not be healed for a long time.

"The Great Dragon Head has drawn his sword!" Lu Xiaofeng, watching from below, felt his scalp tingle. He had once been fortunate enough to witness Bai Yujing draw his sword, but back then, the Longevity Sword was full of vitality. Now, however, this sword strike contained only despair capable of destroying the world.

Faced with this astonishingly brilliant sword strike, Chen Yanzhou didn't even blink.

He reached out and pulled the still jumping-legged Xiao Nianrong behind him: "Be good, stand behind Daddy, so that this old dog's blood won't splatter all over you."

Then, Chen Yanzhou didn't even draw his sword. He simply raised his right hand, casually pinching his index and middle fingers forward.

"Ding!"

A crisp metallic clang echoed through the wind and snow.

The deathly sword light, powerful enough to split mountains and sever rivers, suddenly froze three feet in front of Chen Yanzhou.

Bai Yujing's figure appeared, his hands gripping the hilt of the Longevity Sword, his face contorted with rage. The world-renowned Longevity Sword was now firmly held between Chen Yanzhou's two fingers, and no matter how much he channeled the deathly energy of the starry sky within his body, the sword could not advance even an inch further.

"How is this possible... No matter how strong you are, you can't possibly withstand the erosion of the death energy of the starry sky with your physical body!" Bai Yujing roared in disbelief.

"Starry Sky Death Qi?" Chen Yanzhou's lips curled into a mocking smile, his eyes flashing with a chaotic golden-blue light. "You know nothing about true power. Treating trash like treasure, you deserve to become a monster."

Chen Yanzhou twisted his fingers slightly.

"Snap!"

As Bai Yujing stared in utter horror, the divine weapon, the Longevity Sword, which had accompanied him for a hundred years, shattered inch by inch from the spot where Chen Yanzhou's fingers were holding it, just like a fragile piece of ice!

The backlash surged into Bai Yujing's body like a tidal wave. He coughed up a mouthful of black blood and flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the cliff face of Xuanbing Cliff and creating a huge crater.

"With this little skill, you dare to try and destroy the world?" Chen Yanzhou clapped his hands, as if brushing off dust.

Little Nianrong peeked out from behind Chen Yanzhou, looking at the white jade statue embedded in the cliff face. Her eyes darted around, "Daddy! Half of this ugly monster's face is so hard, it would look really good as a snowman's red nose!"

Children's words may be innocent, but when they fall on this battlefield filled with danger, they take on an absurd and domineering quality.

"Great idea!" Chen Yanzhou laughed. "Father will go get it for you right away."

He took a step forward, and his figure disappeared from the spot.

In the deep crater of the cliff face, Bai Yujing struggled to his feet, his hair disheveled. With the destruction of the Longevity Sword, his last shred of pride as a swordsman crumbled. All that remained was the madness of someone completely assimilated by the will of the starry sky.

"Chen Yanzhou! You forced me to do this!" Bai Yujing roared, and he suddenly raised his scale-covered left hand and plunged it into his own chest.

Instead of tearing out his heart, he pulled out a disgusting, fist-sized, still-wriggling worm from deep within his chest cavity! This was the larva of the Starry Sky Mother Worm, and the true source of his power.