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

It was a fleshy worm, its entire body a repulsive grayish-white, covered with fine barbs and mucus. As soon as it left Bai Yujing's chest cavity, it emitted a sharp screech similar to that of a baby crying. The extreme cold around it seemed to have no effect on it; on the contrary, after coming into contact with the deathly aura of the starry sky in the air, its size began to expand at a visible speed.

"Great Lord of the Stars... this is the offering from your most loyal servant!" Bai Yujing's hair was disheveled, and his remaining right eye was completely bloodshot and bulging. He roared, holding the frantically writhing larva of the mother insect in his hands, and leaped straight down towards the huge ice skeleton in the abyss below.

His intention was all too clear: as long as the larva of the mother insect burrowed into the skeleton of the ancient divine beast, and with the help of Bingyi's remaining divinity and the extreme northern ley lines, the true form of the starry sky mother insect could instantly cross the endless galaxy and descend upon the Divine Land!

"Ugh—it stinks so bad!" At the bow of the pleasure boat, little Nianrong pinched her nose, her face scrunched up like a dumpling, and fanned herself vigorously with her other hand. "Daddy, that ugly uncle's bugs are even more disgusting than the maggots in the outhouse! Big Black, go and stomp them flat!"

Wangcai, the big black dog, took two steps back in utter disgust, shaking its head vigorously. It would gladly chew on bones, but stepping on these stinking, slimy worms? It was a mutated spirit wolf with obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"Sweetie, cover your eyes. It's too dirty for Nianrong to look at such filth." Chen Yanzhou pressed his daughter's head into his arms, not even glancing at Bai Yujing who was falling from mid-air. He simply raised his right hand and snapped his fingers casually.

"Smack."

The sound was extremely soft, yet it instantly overwhelmed the howling winds over the far north ice plains.

With that snap of the fingers, the space around Bai Yujing suddenly froze. It wasn't the physical stillness of ice freezing, but rather a complete stripping away of the ability to flow, including time and its rules.

Bai Yujing remained in a prone, lunging position, less than three zhang away from the icy skeleton. The madness in his compound eyes had not yet faded, but he found himself unable to move even a finger, and even his thoughts had become sluggish.

Chen Yanzhou stood with his hands behind his back, took a step, and crossed a hundred feet of void as if strolling in a garden, appearing directly in front of Bai Yujing who was frozen in place.

"You've lived to such an old age, and you're only getting worse. Not only have you ruined the Longevity Sword, but you also treat this disgusting garbage as a treasure." Chen Yanzhou looked down at Bai Yujing, his eyes as cold as unyielding ice.

He stretched out his two long, slender, white fingers and, as if picking up a fallen leaf, pinched the larva of the mother insect, which was struggling wildly in Bai Yujing's hand and trying to spew deathly venom.

"laugh--"

The golden-blue chaotic true energy pulsed at his fingertips. The Star Mother Worm, which was said to be able to devour the life force of all things, didn't even let out a scream the moment it came into contact with this supreme Dao aura. It turned into a wisp of black smoke and dissipated in the cold sea breeze.

In Bai Yujing's remaining right eye, a deep-seated fear finally surfaced. His prized trump card, the so-called "divine blessing" he had obtained by sacrificing his soul, was utterly worthless before this man!

"My daughter just said that your half-face covered in scales would be perfect for a snowman's nose." Chen Yanzhou said calmly, as if he were picking out cabbages at the market. His right hand was already covering Bai Yujing's mutated left face.

"No... Chen Yanzhou... you killed me... Qinglong Society..." Bai Yujing squeezed out broken syllables from his throat.

"Sizzle!"

Chen Yanzhou had no patience to listen to his nonsense. He suddenly clenched his fist and tore it open!

With a horrifying sound of flesh being torn apart, Chen Yanzhou ripped off half of Bai Yujing's face, which was made of scales from the Starry Sky Royal Clan and as hard as refined steel! Dark purple blood gushed out instantly, splashing onto the pristine white ice below, a shocking sight.

Without the life force of the starry sky to sustain it, Bai Yujing's body rapidly deflated like a punctured balloon. Chen Yanzhou didn't even glance at the corpse, but instead slapped it with his backhand, completely crushing it into a pile of minced meat, erasing it along with its tattered soul.

The leader of the Azure Dragon Society, a powerful figure who dominated the martial arts world for a century, vanished without a trace.

After dealing with the flea, Chen Yanzhou held the bloody, scaly face in one hand, and with a burst of true fire from his palm, burned away the filth and deathly aura until the scales were clean and shimmering with a dark golden luster. Only then did he nod in satisfaction.

He turned and landed back on the painted boat, handing the cleaned scale to Xiao Nianrong: "Little girl, look, we got the nose back. Come on, Daddy will take you to build a snowman."

"Yay!" Xiao Nianrong crawled out of Chen Yanzhou's arms, her big eyes sparkling. She wasn't scared at all by the bloody scene just now. Instead, she excitedly took the dark gold scale and tossed it around in her hand.

On the aft deck, Lu Xiaofeng, wrapped in a thick fox fur coat, stared in disbelief. After a long while, he swallowed hard and turned to Chu Liuxiang beside him, saying in a trembling voice, "Old rascal... tell me, if some clueless brat tries to propose marriage in the future, will Brother Chen just rip off their skull and use it as a chamber pot?"

Chu Liuxiang touched his prominent nose, shook his head with a wry smile, and said, "Don't think that far ahead. Let's first feel sorry for the alien races on the far north ice plains. If we offend this little ancestor, our death will be more spectacular than being slowly sliced ​​to death."

With the crisis averted, the Zhenyuan Fleet of the Tiance Prefecture began to systematically clean up the battlefield. The Great Snow Dragon Riders wiped out all the remaining ice corpses of the Demonic Cult, while the craftsmen of the Divine Machine Camp excitedly jumped down from the ice to begin dissecting the massive ice beast skeleton. This was the remains of an ancient divine beast; the keel used to forge warships and top-tier weapons were absolutely priceless treasures.

In the center of this battlefield, where blood and fire intertwined, an extremely strange yet heartwarming scene appeared.

Chen Yanzhou, the supreme ruler of the world, was currently rolling up his sleeves and circulating his chaotic true energy, capable of splitting stars, carefully gathering the pure white snow around him. In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, a huge, round snowman, ten zhang tall, stood beneath the icy cliff.

"Daddy! Your nose is crooked! Move it a little to the left!" Little Nianrong rode on the back of the big black dog Wangcai, waving a white bone staff that she had taken from an elder of the Demonic Sect, acting as the commander.

Chen Yanzhou smiled and responded, then lightly touched the snowman's face with his toes and floated to the spot where the white jade scale skin was, neatly embedding it in the center. He then removed two huge, dark blue eyeballs from the Ice Yi skeleton and placed them in the snowman's eye sockets.

Huang Rong stood at the bow of the painted boat, holding a cup of hot tea in her hands, watching the father and daughter playing in the snow. A gentle smile touched her lips. Whether the world was in chaos or at peace, as long as he was there, this small world would always be tranquil.

"My lord." Song Que strode onto the painted boat, knelt on one knee, and presented a blood-stained intelligence report with both hands. "The chaos in the far north has been quelled, but the Tianji Pavilion's spies on the edge of the East China Sea have sent back an urgent report. A remnant fleet of Japanese devils took advantage of our main force heading north, secretly bypassed the defense line, and infiltrated the Bohai Bay area."

Chen Yanzhou patted the snowflakes off his hands and floated down from mid-air. The gentle smile on his face vanished instantly, replaced by endless coldness: "Remnants of Japan? I didn't go to Mount Fuji to sink that damned island, yet they dare to come looking for death."

"According to our investigation, this group of Japanese devils is led by Abe no Harumi, the last great Onmyoji of the Iga school. They are carrying half a broken piece of the 'Yata no Kagami' and are carrying out a massacre in fishing villages along the Bohai Bay, attempting to use the resentful blood of the Chinese people to incubate the evil spirits in the mirror." Song Que's hand holding the Heavenly Blade had veins bulging, clearly enraged by the horrific scene reported in the intelligence.

"Slaughtering my people..." Chen Yanzhou took the intelligence report, glanced at it, and casually crushed it into powder. "Order the entire army to turn the warships around and head south to the Bohai Bay at full speed."

"Daddy, what's wrong? Is there another ugly monster to beat up?" Little Nianrong keenly sensed the change in atmosphere, rode Wangcai over, and clenched her chubby little fists, making a cracking sound.

Chen Yanzhou bent down and picked up his daughter, pinching her cold little face: "Yes, there's a group of short, ugly, and wicked Japanese devils who came to our doorstep to bully us. Daddy will take you to fight them, okay?"

"Fight the Japanese devils! Burn them to death! Big Black, get ready to work!" Little Demon Ball waved his little fists and shouted in a cute but fierce manner.

Wangcai, who was lying in the snow, immediately straightened up and let out a wolf howl that shook the icy plains.

Two days later, in the Bohai Bay, at Changshe Island.

The once tranquil fishing village has now been transformed into a living hell. Wooden houses are engulfed in flames, and thick black smoke billows into the sky. On the beach, hundreds of fishermen's corpses lie scattered about, their blood staining the pristine white sand.

In the small square in the center of the village stands a tall black iron totem pole. At the top of the totem pole hangs a half-finished, rusty bronze mirror—a fragment of the Yata no Kagami (Eight-Span Mirror).

Hundreds of Japanese ronin dressed in black samurai attire and wearing straw hats were driving dozens of children and women, who were bound hand and foot, to the totem pole.

"Cry! Shout! You lowly pigs of the Divine Land, the deeper your resentment, the faster the Yata no Okami will rise again!" A gaunt old man, dressed in the hunting robes of an Onmyoji, stood beneath the totem pole, waving a summoning banner and laughing wildly. He was the leader of this remnant force, Abe no Harumi.

"Once the Yata no Omikami devours this pure Yin blood, it can reshape its true form in the starry sky! At that time, the Great Japanese Empire will once again reign supreme over this land!" Abe no Harumi's eyes flashed with a fanatical red light. He suddenly drew his katana from his waist and strode towards a little girl who was trembling and clinging to her mother. "Let you begin as nourishment for the Omikami!"

The cold blade was raised high, then brought down with the aura of death. The little girl closed her eyes in despair.

However, the expected excruciating pain did not come.

"when!"

A deafening, crisp crack echoed across the square. Abe Harumi felt a violent jolt in his hand; his katana, forged through countless hammer blows and imbued with deathly aura, had been smashed in two by a thigh bone that seemed to have flown from nowhere!

The broken blade flew backward, slicing off the heads of two ronin next to it with a "thud," and the headless corpses fell down, spitting out jets of blood.

"Who is it?!" Abe Harumi exclaimed in shock, staggering backward.

"The first move of the Dog-Beating Stick Technique—Strike the Japanese Devils' Heads!"

A clear, childlike voice crashed down from the heavens, like thunder from the ninth heaven.

Everyone looked up and saw a giant wolf, five zhang long and engulfed in black, ghostly flames, swooping down from the gloomy sky with the force of Mount Tai. On the wolf's back, a little girl dressed in red with her hair in a topknot pointed down with great pride.

"boom!"

The mutated giant wolf Wangcai slammed into the center of the square like a meteorite. The powerful shockwave instantly sent dozens of Japanese ronin flying, their bones shattering in mid-air and vomiting blood.

Little Nianrong leaped off the wolf's back, her short legs carrying her confidently as she stood in front of the rescued fishermen. Pointing her chubby little hand at Abe Harumi, she declared, "You old devil who looks like a shriveled orange, daring to bully a child! Today, I'm going to roast you to a crisp!"

"Baka! It's that little monster from the Tian Ce Mansion!" One of the surviving ronin recognized the iconic human-dog duo and scrambled backward in terror. "Great Onmyoji, run! Her fire can suppress our death energy!"

"What's the panic! You've disgraced the Japanese samurai!" Abe Harumi forced himself to remain calm, then bit his tongue hard, spitting a mouthful of blood onto half of the Yata Mirror. "Yata-no-Mikoto, grant me the dark power to devour all things! Slaughter them all!"

The fragment of the Yata no Kagami, having absorbed the essence of blood, burst forth with a blinding, dark red light. A phantom with eight heads and its body dripping with venom crawled out of the mirror, emitting a chilling hissing sound.

"You ugly mudfish, how dare you be arrogant in front of me!" Xiao Nianrong didn't waste any words and opened her mouth.

"call--"

The pure golden innate true fire erupted like a volcano, instantly transforming into a golden fire dragon a hundred feet long, roaring as it met the phantom of the eight-headed serpent.

The two collided without any suspense.

"Hiss—!" The arrogant phantom of the starry sky let out a bloodcurdling scream the moment it came into contact with the innate true fire. Its evil aura melted away as quickly as snow under the scorching sun, and it was burned to nothingness in the blink of an eye. The fragment of the Yata Mirror hanging in the air also shattered into dust with a "crack".

"No! My Yata no Kagami! My god!" Abe no Harumi stared at the scene, her eyes practically popping out of her head, her face filled with disbelief.

"Big Black, bite him!" Xiao Nianrong waved her little hand.

With a powerful leap, Wangcai transformed into a streak of black lightning, instantly pouncing on Abe no Harumi. Its gaping maw mercilessly bit into the Onmyoji's thigh, and with a sharp jerk, tore off a large chunk of flesh with a "crack."

"Ah—! Help!" Abe Harumi rolled wildly on the ground, screaming in agony.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the surrounding Japanese ronin threw down their weapons and turned to run towards the warships on the beach, trying to escape.

Just then, a chilling voice echoed across the entire Long Serpent Island.

"Since you've come to China, you'd all leave your lives as fertilizer. This sea isn't something you beasts can lay your hands on!"

Above the clouds, Chen Yanzhou, dressed in a black and gold robe, stood in mid-air, his gaze sharp as lightning. He didn't even bother to draw the ancient sword at his waist; he simply raised his right hand and pressed it down in mid-air towards the fleeing Japanese warships below.

"die."

Words become law!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Dozens of Japanese warships anchored on the sea didn't even have a chance to leave port before they were instantly crushed into splinters by the force of gravity! The hundreds of sailors on board, along with the ronin who had just escaped, were crushed into clouds of crimson blood mist that dissolved into the seawater.

This miraculous scene caused the surviving fishermen on the island to kneel down, bowing their heads towards the clouds and shouting, "Thank you, Alliance Leader Chen, for saving our lives! Thank you, Little Fairy!"

Chen Yanzhou landed gracefully and walked to Abe Harumi, who was rolling on the ground. He stomped on her chest and crushed it. Without even bothering to search her soul, he directly used his Chaos True Qi to grind her into dust.

He bent down, picked up Xiao Nianrong, and flicked her nose: "Well done, just like your old man."

"Of course, I am the eldest daughter of the Tian Ce Mansion!" The little girl proudly raised her chin.

As the sun set, golden rays bathed the Bohai Bay. Chen Yanzhou, carrying his daughter and followed by a massive wolf, walked step by step across the blood-stained sand toward the enormous Tian Ce pleasure boat.

With the overall situation settled, the starry sky calmed, and Japan annihilated, the legend of this martial world had only just begun.