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

The flames of war on Changshe Island were gradually dissipated by the salty sea breeze of the Bohai Bay. The Tian Ce Mansion's massive Zhenyuan warship, bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, turned its enormous bow, resembling a well-fed steel behemoth, and slowly sailed inland. On the deck, the Great Snow Dragon Riders were methodically washing away the remaining bloodstains of the Japanese ronin from the wooden planks. Chen Yanzhou reclined on the highest-level rosewood armchair, toying with two smooth, exquisite pieces of mutton-fat jade. He hadn't even changed out of his black robe embroidered with subtle gold patterns; there was no trace of blood on him, only a reassuring fragrance of agarwood.

"Daddy! Look what Big Black caught!" Little Nianrong's clear, childlike voice interrupted the sound of the waves crashing. The three-year-old little demon was riding on the neck of the mutated giant wolf, Wangcai, holding aloft a large, translucent blue pearl that was still hissing with cold air. The pearl was about the size of an adult's fist, and inside, one could vaguely see the phantom of an eight-headed snake writhing in agony. This was the remaining essence of the evil spirit from the starry sky that had been sharded out of the seabed by Wangcai after the Yata Mirror shattered, presented as a treasure to his little master.

"Oh, this loach's inner core is quite a rare find. It'll be perfect for making a hairpin for your mother." Chen Yanzhou reached out and took the evil spirit's essence, which emanated an extremely cold death aura. He casually released a burst of golden-blue chaotic true energy from his fingertips. With a soft "hiss," the starry death aura, powerful enough to cause a Grandmaster to instantly go mad, was like snow meeting the scorching sun, instantly tempered clean by Chen Yanzhou's primordial fire. The originally sinister and terrifying evil pearl transformed in the blink of an eye into a peerless spiritual pearl radiating a warm blue light, reflecting a dazzling halo in the setting sun.

Lu Xiaofeng, wrapped in a fox fur coat and carrying a cup of fine wine from the Western Regions, emerged from the cabin just in time to witness this scene. His eyes twitched violently. "Brother Chen, you're really something. The essence of this Eight-Headed Serpent is a divine object that millions would fight tooth and nail to obtain in the Western Regions' demonic sects. Even a single sip could add sixty years' worth of internal energy. And you, you use it to make jewelry for your wife? If those old monsters in seclusion in the martial world knew about this, they'd jump out of their coffins in fury."

"They can jump whenever they want. The coffin lid can't hold them down. I'll scatter them along with their graves." Chen Yanzhou didn't even lift his eyelids. He casually tossed the refined blue bead into Huang Rong's arms. "Rong'er, I'll have Master Lu from the Divine Machine Battalion make you a base out of star iron later. This broken bead is only good enough to weigh down your skirt."

Huang Rong gave her husband a reproachful look, her slender fingers pinching the priceless spirit pearl, but a smile she couldn't hide played on her lips: "You, all you know is how to squander money. Just now in the Bohai Bay, you smashed dozens of Japanese warships with a single slap. There was a lot of real gold and silver looted from the Japanese treasury inside. If Zhang Juzheng knew, he'd be tearing his hair out and crying poverty to you during the cabinet meeting."

"Let him cry his heart out. This is the empire I built, my daughter can burn it however she wants." Chen Yanzhou scooped up Xiao Nianrong, who was trying to pluck Lu Xiaofeng's beard, and pulled her into his arms, pinching her chubby little face. "Isn't that right, little girl?"

"Mmm! Grandpa Zhang is such a cheapskate. Last time I took two of his calligraphy brushes to roast sweet potatoes, and he chased Big Black for three blocks but still couldn't catch him!" Little Nianrong waved her little fist triumphantly, her big eyes rolling around. "Daddy, will we have no more fights when we go back to Chang'an? Will we have killed all those ugly Japanese devils? How boring!"

Chu Liuxiang walked over, rubbing his nose, and shook his head with a wry smile: "Little Ancestor, the external threats to this land have been wiped out by your father and you these past few days. From the far north ice plains to the Bohai Bay, not a trace of the alien races in the stars has been left. The martial world has finally had a couple of days of peace, so please have mercy and let everyone catch their breath."

"Tch, Uncle Xiang Shuai is such a coward, not even as brave as Da Hei." Xiao Nianrong stuck out her tongue, turned around and nestled against Chen Yanzhou's chest. "Daddy, what are we going back for? Mommy said she'd teach me needlework and make me memorize some 'Admonitions for Women,' but I don't want to! A needle isn't even as thick as Da Hei's teeth; it wouldn't even be good for poking people. I want to set fires, I want to beat up bad guys!"

Upon hearing the words "needlework," Chen Yanzhou's eyebrows immediately furrowed. He turned to Huang Rong, his tone revealing undisguised protectiveness and domineering: "Rong'er, I have to say something to you about this. My daughter, Chen Yanzhou's daughter, was born to be the most noble mistress in this world. What's the point of learning needlework? That's a servant's job. My daughter's hands are for snapping enemies' necks and manipulating the world. Anyone who dares to let her hold a needle and thread, I'll break all ten of their fingers one by one."

Huang Rong was both amused and exasperated. She reached out and pinched the soft flesh on Chen Yanzhou's waist: "You just keep spoiling her! She's only three years old and she can already crush the Yata no Kagami like a walnut. When she turns thirteen, which young talent in the world will dare to look her in the eye? They'll probably be burned bald before they even have a chance to propose. Do you want her to never get married?"

"That's great. How many spineless cowards in this world are worthy of my bloodline, Chen Yanzhou?" Chen Yanzhou snorted coldly, a hint of arrogant self-importance flashing in his eyes. "Whoever my daughter falls for is the result of eight generations of good deeds by his ancestors. If no one is worthy of her, then she can be raised in the Tian Ce Mansion, and I will protect her for all eternity."

Xiao Nianrong didn't understand anything about getting married or not. She only knew that her father supported her not having to learn embroidery, so she immediately gave Chen Yanzhou a happy kiss on the cheek, leaving his face covered in candied hawthorn crumbs.

Just as the family of three was enjoying a happy time, a high-pitched cry of an eagle suddenly rang out from above the mast of the giant ship. A Celestial Eagle with pure white feathers and pale golden eyes pierced through the clouds, swooping down like a white lightning bolt, and landed steadily on Song Que's outstretched iron arm. Song Que untied the bronze sealed tube from the eagle's leg, examined the sealing wax marking it as top secret, and his expression immediately darkened. He strode to the grand master's chair, knelt on one knee, and presented the sealed letter with both hands.

"My lord. Minister Zhang of the Cabinet has sent an urgent message. There's trouble in the Ten Thousand Mountains of the Southwest." Song Que's voice was filled with a chilling killing intent. "The battle reports from the far north and the Bohai Bay have just been sent back to Chang'an. Those rats hiding in the gutter are completely panicked now that the Starry Sky Mother Array has been destroyed."

Chen Yanzhou didn't even take the secret letter, but simply leaned back lazily in his chair: "Tell me. Where did the rats come from?"

"Deep in the Wuliang Mountains of southern Yunnan," Song Que reported in a deep voice, "the remnants of the former Western demonic sect, the Jade Rakshasa, have gathered a group of survivors from the Japanese Iga school and rebuilt the 'Rakshasa Sect' there. The leader is Yu Tianbao, the illegitimate son of the Jade Rakshasa. This man somehow obtained a piece of ancient Xiangliu poisonous fang tainted with the deathly aura of the starry sky, and he's driving Japanese ronin to capture young boys and girls from Miao territory in the Ten Thousand Mountains, attempting to throw them into a pool of ten thousand poisonous blood to create 'Starry Sky Poison People' impervious to swords. The thirteen experts from the Tianji Pavilion that Lord Zhang sent to investigate were all drained of their life essence, their corpses hanging on the cliffs of the Wuliang Mountains as a warning."

Upon hearing this, the air temperature on the pleasure boat suddenly dropped. Lu Xiaofeng's wine cup shattered with a "crack" from being crushed by his internal force, and Chu Liuxiang's bitter smile vanished, his eyes becoming as sharp as knives.

"Capture young boys and girls?" Huang Rong's face instantly turned frosty. As a mother, she hated such heinous acts the most.

"How dare he. That old bastard Yu Luosha had his head chopped off by me in the desert back then. It seems this bastard hasn't learned his lesson." Chen Yanzhou slowly sat up straight, a chilling golden-blue flame flickering in his previously languid eyes. He wasn't angry, but the terrifying pressure that viewed all things as ants caused the entire Bohai Bay to stop flowing, the surface as smooth as a mirror, without even a ripple.

"Daddy! An ugly monster is kidnapping children!" Little Nianrong, who was playing with the spirit pearl in her hand, jumped off Chen Yanzhou's arms upon hearing this, put her hands on her hips, and shouted angrily, "Big Black, get up and get to work! We're going to roast that scoundrel named Tianbao into charcoal!"

The mutated giant wolf Wangcai, who had been dozing nearby, suddenly stood up, its black fur standing on end like steel needles, and let out a deep, thunderous howl.

Chen Yanzhou ruffled his daughter's hair, his cold smile widening. "Fine. Since they're in such a hurry to be reborn, then Daddy will take you to set off some big fireworks. Song Que."

"Your subordinate is here!"

"The fleet will return to the Bohai Bay and set up camp according to the original route. There's no need to bring a large army on this trip to the southwest. Killing a few bedbugs is a waste of military rations." Chen Yanzhou stood up and waved his sleeve.

"But my lord, the Ten Thousand Mountains are rife with poisonous miasma, and the Rakshasa Sect has the Starry Sky Willow Poison Fang to assist them. Their formations are unpredictable. You and your wife..." Song Que hesitated.

"Poison? Before absolute laws, what poison is nothing?" Chen Yanzhou scoffed. He didn't even bother to disturb the Divine Condor who was recuperating in Chang'an; he simply made a casual gesture with his right hand in the void.

"Sizzle—" A pitch-black void rift, three zhang long, was forcibly torn open in mid-air above the painted boat. At the edge of the rift, the violent spatial turbulence was enough to grind a Celestial Realm expert into mincemeat, but under the suppression of Chen Yanzhou's Chaotic True Qi, it was as docile as an ordinary wooden door.

"Rong'er, girl, let's go. Let's loosen the soil in the Ten Thousand Mountains." Chen Yanzhou took his wife's hand, grabbed Xiao Nianrong by the back of her collar with his other hand, and together with the huge black wolf, stepped into the void rift. Lu Xiaofeng and Chu Liuxiang exchanged a glance and scrambled after them. The moment they disappeared, the rift closed instantly, leaving only a faint voice echoing on the sea.

"Be back before dinner."

……

Southern Yunnan, the Ten Thousand Mountains, the Boundless Cliffs.

This place is shrouded in a perpetually swirling, multicolored poisonous miasma, making it impassable for birds and devoid of monkeys. Between two precipitous peaks shaped like ghostly claws, a sinister palace built of massive, black stones rises abruptly from the ground. In the plaza before the palace, a vast pool of blood, tens of feet in circumference, churns with dark red liquid. In the center of the pool, a three-foot-long, greyish-white bone tooth emits a nauseating stench—the legendary Xiang Liu Poison Tooth.

Around the blood pool, hundreds of Miao children, dressed in rags and with terrified expressions, knelt. A group of Japanese warriors with shaved heads and dressed in black ronin attire brandished poisoned leather whips, emitting grating, eerie laughter.

Atop the skeletal throne high in the palace, leaned a ghastly young man with a deathly pale face and blood-red lips. In his hand he held a wine cup made from a human skull, filled with warm virgin blood. This was none other than Yu Tianbao, the new leader of the Rakshasa Cult. Beside him stood an elderly Japanese man, clad entirely in black ninja robes, only his lifeless eyes visible. This old man was Yagyu Kiku, the surviving grandmaster of the Iga school and the junior brother of Yagyu the God of Slaughter.

"Senior Liu Sheng, this Xiang Liu Poison Fang is indeed a divine object bestowed by the Starry Sky Ruler. As long as I throw these Pure Yin Children into the Blood Pool, my 'Myriad Tribulations Poisonous Body' will be fully perfected. At that time, let alone the mere Tian Ce Mansion, even if Chen Yanzhou himself came, he would be reduced to a pool of pus and blood in my poisonous mist!" Yu Tianbao drank the blood in his cup in one gulp and laughed arrogantly.

A sinister glint flashed in Liu Sheng Guiku's dead fish eyes as he echoed in broken Chinese, "Master Yu's divine skills are unparalleled. That Chinese devil Chen Yanzhou, wreaking havoc in the far north and the Bohai Bay, would never have imagined that we would be here in the southwest, using his people to forge the most perfect killing machine. The glory of the Great Japanese Empire will be restored under the leadership of the Rakshasa Sect..."

"Buzz—"

Before Liu Sheng Guiku could finish speaking, the thick, multicolored poisonous miasma above Wuliang Cliff suddenly froze without warning. It wasn't that the wind stopped, but rather that the laws of the entire space were forcibly taken over by an extremely tyrannical force in that instant.

Then, the sky split open.

A golden-blue sword beam descended from the heavens without any sonic boom, appearing utterly ordinary. This sword beam wasn't particularly thick, yet it exuded an absolute domineering power that disregarded the rules of heaven and earth. It sliced ​​through the multicolored poisonous miasma, said to be able to kill even grandmasters, as easily as cutting tofu, leaving a golden vacuum channel in mid-air that lingered for a long time.

"Snap!"

Yu Tianbao on the Skull Throne didn't even have time to react. He only saw a flash of golden light before his eyes. The protective array he was so proud of, which he had painstakingly set up, and the dark red aura shield that could withstand a full-force attack from a Celestial Realm expert, burst into countless points of light like a fragile soap bubble.

Chen Yanzhou, dressed in a black and gold robe, carried three-year-old Nianrong in his arms, with Huang Rong and a mutated giant wolf standing beside him. Lu Xiaofeng and Chu Liuxiang followed on either side like attendants. The group floated lightly down into the void above the blood pool, looking down at the demons below.

"You want to turn me into pus and blood?" Chen Yanzhou didn't even glance at the two people on the skull throne. His gaze casually swept over the Japanese ronin below who were holding whips. "A bunch of beasts who aren't even worthy of having their ashes left on this land dare to dream of being the master of the Tian Ce Mansion?"

"Chen...Chen Yanzhou! What are you doing here!" Yu Tianbao was so frightened that he rolled off the skull throne, shattering the skull wine cup in his hand. The arrogance on his face was instantly replaced by extreme fear. The pressure from the depths of his soul made him lose even the courage to mobilize his internal energy.

Yagyu Kiku was so terrified that his legs went weak. He had witnessed Chen Yanzhou's divine power in severing the seven heads of the Yamata no Orochi with a single sword strike from afar on Mount Fuji; it was a nightmare etched into his very bones. Without any hesitation, his hands rapidly changed hand seals, and his body instantly transformed into a cloud of black mist, attempting to use the most profound Blood Release technique of the Iga school to escape.

"In my gravitational field, even light can't escape. You think you can hide, you rat?" Chen Yanzhou's mocking smile was like a blade.

He didn't raise his hand at all; he just slightly lowered his eyelids.

"Bang!"

Liu Sheng Gui Ku, who had escaped less than ten zhang, was suddenly struck by a deafening thud in mid-air. The black mist seemed to have been struck by an unseen divine mountain, instantly compressed from its misty state into a solid form. Before Liu Sheng Gui Ku could even scream, his bones shattered inch by inch under the terrifying force of gravity, his flesh crushed into a paper-thin pancake, which splattered onto the dark rock face of Wuliang Cliff with a "splat," impossible to pry off.

The entire place fell silent. Those Japanese ronin who had been so arrogant just moments before were now so terrified that they wet themselves, their hands trembling like leaves as they gripped their whips.

"Daddy! That stinking puddle is disgusting!" Little Nianrong pointed at the churning pool of poisonous blood below, her big, watery eyes filled with revulsion. "And that broken bone stuck in there, it stinks! I'm going to burn it!"

"Go ahead, those bones are too hard, Big Black can't bite them, it's all up to you. While you're at it, take care of those ugly monsters with whips, they're disgusting to look at." Chen Yanzhou gently released his hand and put his daughter down.

"Yay! Big Black, go!" Xiao Nianrong skillfully somersaulted in the air and landed steadily on the back of Wangcai, which had transformed into a five-zhang-long creature. The mutated giant wolf let out a brutal roar, its four hooves treading on black ghostly fire, and crashed directly into the densest crowd of Japanese ronin like a meteorite falling to earth.

"Kill...kill this little vixen!" Yu Tianbao roared like a trapped beast, frantically urging the Myriad Calamities Poisonous True Qi within his body, attempting to command the terrified ronin to launch a counterattack.

Several daring Japanese warriors, suppressing their fear, drew their death-infused katanas and howled as they lunged at Xiao Nianrong.

"Ugly monster, eat my big fireball!" Xiao Nianrong rode on the wolf's back, not even bothering to dodge. She took a deep breath, her belly bulging out, then her cheeks deflated.

"boom--!"

Pure golden innate true fire, carrying the supremely yang and chaotic Daoist essence, erupted from Xiao Nianrong's mouth. This flame was no ordinary fire, but a Daoist fire capable of burning the very essence of rules. The Japanese warriors who rushed forward had their katana vaporize the moment they came into contact with the golden flame. Then their clothes, flesh, and bones were completely obliterated in the extreme heat, leaving not even a trace of ash.

The fire dragon continued its momentum, and under Xiao Nianrong's control, it precisely bypassed the Miao children kneeling on the ground, like a golden whip with sentience, lashing fiercely at the huge pool of poisonous blood.

"Hiss hiss hiss—"

A chilling evaporation sound rang out. The blood pool water, which contained the most potent toxins from the Hundred Thousand Mountains and was infused with the deathly energy of the starry sky, was instantly evaporated under the scorching heat of the innate true fire, like boiling water poured on snow. It couldn't even withstand a moment and was instantly dried up. The ancient Xiangliu Poison Fang at the bottom of the pool, which was said to be indestructible, was enveloped in golden flames and cracked. The strange starry sky array patterns on its surface were brutally burned away, and finally, with a "bang," it exploded into a pile of lifeless white powder.

"No! My Xiangliu Poison Fang! My divine skill!" Yu Tianbao watched as his greatest reliance was burned to ashes by a three-year-old girl in one breath. His eyes turned bloodshot, and he completely went mad. He bit his tongue hard, burning his life essence without regard for anything else. His whole body transformed into a pale green poisonous light filled with death aura, rushing towards Chen Yanzhou in mid-air like a moth to a flame.

"I want you dead—!"

Chen Yanzhou remained with his hands behind his back, his white robes fluttering in the wind. Looking at that overconfident, poisonous glint, he didn't even bother with a hint of mockery in his eyes. Just as Yu Tianbao rushed to within three feet of him...

"Kneel down."

Two simple words uttered by Chen Yanzhou. His words carried weight, resonating with the very heavens and earth!

Yu Tianbao felt an irresistible force of divine punishment pressing down on him from all directions. It wasn't true energy; it was the will of this world, the judgment of the Creator! His proud Myriad Tribulations Poisonous True Energy was utterly powerless against this force, instantly collapsing and dissipating.

"Bang!"

Yu Tianbao plummeted downwards at ten times the speed he had come, his knees slamming heavily onto the hard black stone plaza. The terrifying impact shattered both of his thigh bones, the white bone fragments piercing his skin and exposed to the air. He lay dead on the ground, blood streaming from his seven orifices, utterly devoid of the strength to even lift a finger.

Chen Yanzhou slowly landed on the square. His black and gold boots stepped on Yu Tianbao's face, which was covered in cold sweat. With a little force, the sound of his skull cracking under the weight could be heard.

"Your father, Jade Rakshasa, knelt before me in the desert in the same way back then. But he had more backbone than you; at least he didn't cry for help." Chen Yanzhou's voice was cold and indifferent, as if he were recounting a trivial matter. "In your next life, remember to open your eyes wider and don't mess with people you can't afford to offend."

Before Yu Tianbao could let out his final wail, Chen Yanzhou unleashed a burst of chaotic true energy from beneath his feet. With a muffled "poof," Yu Tianbao's head was crushed like a rotten watermelon, and his remains were reduced to dust under the crushing force of the true energy.

On the other side, Xiao Nianrong, riding Wangcai, had already used the remaining Japanese ronin as moving targets. Clusters of golden fireballs exploded in the square, each explosion accompanied by the agonizing screams of several ronin before they were completely annihilated. In less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, hundreds of fully armed Japanese remnants were burned to ashes by this three-year-old little demon, leaving not even a single intact strip of cloth.

"Daddy! I'm done! Those ugly monsters were too weak, they weren't fun at all!" Little Nianrong patted her chubby little hands, rode the black wolf to Chen Yanzhou, and looked up at him with her dirty little face, asking for praise.

Chen Yanzhou bent down and picked up his daughter, taking out a silk handkerchief to carefully wipe away a speck of black ash from the tip of her nose. His cold and stern eyes instantly softened into extreme tenderness: "Well done. When we get back, Daddy will have the Divine Machine Battalion forge you a slingshot made of diamond. Next time you're shooting bad guys, you won't have to run around yourself. Just stand back and fire, so you don't get stinging in your eyes."

Lu Xiaofeng and Chu Liuxiang, who witnessed everything, silently mourned for three seconds for the future villains of the martial arts world. This father is extremely protective of his daughter, and she's a lawless and violent tyrant. Who will dare to mess with the Tian Ce Manor in the future?

Huang Rong stepped forward, a hint of pity flashing in her eyes as she looked at the Miao children who were still trembling after being rescued. With a wave of her jade hand, pure Nine Yin True Qi transformed into specks of green light and sprinkled down, soothing the children's frightened minds: "Xiao Feng, Liu Xiang, send a signal to let the local Tianxia Alliance branch send people to safely return these children to their respective villages."

"Yes, madam," the two replied in unison.

Chen Yanzhou, holding his daughter, glanced at the Rakshasa Sect's main hall, now completely reduced to ruins, and shook his head in disbelief. "Let's go. The show's over. This wretched place doesn't even have anyone who can withstand a single blow from me. Back to Chang'an, the Tian Ce Mansion will host a banquet tonight, using that Ice Barbarian skeleton to make soup to calm your nerves."

Having said that, he flicked his finger again, and a dark rift in the void appeared out of nowhere. The family of three, accompanied by the giant wolf, strolled into it as if taking a walk, disappearing into the depths of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, leaving behind only a world-destroying legend that chilled the entire southwestern martial arts world. This world, in the end, would completely submit to the shadow of the Heavenly Strategy Mansion.