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

"Promising."

Chen Yanzhou looked speechless, reached out and poked her forehead, "Serves you right for not practicing properly all this time, now you're at your wit's end, aren't you?"

Huang Rong covered her forehead, opened her mouth to refute, but found herself speechless.

After all, it's true that she wasn't skilled enough.

"Alright, come on up."

Chen Yanzhou sighed, turned his back to her, and squatted down slightly. "Hold on tight, or I won't be responsible for collecting your body if you fall."

Looking at that broad back, Huang Rong smiled slightly. Without being coy, she took two steps and lightly jumped onto Chen Yanzhou's back, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and her legs around his waist.

"drive!"

"..." Chen Yanzhou's face darkened. "If you shout again, I'll throw you down."

Despite saying that, he still took a deep breath, and his internal energy surged like a river, pouring into his legs.

Chen Yanzhou let out a low shout and shot into the sky like an arrow.

This steep cliff is even more difficult to traverse than the place where we just came down.

What happened before was a fall, which only required using momentum to cushion the impact; now, it's climbing with a heavy load.

Every time Chen Yanzhou's toes touched the rocks, fragments of stone would fly everywhere.

He pushed the Free and Unfettered Movement Technique to its limit.

Even so, carrying an extra person on his back still made him feel noticeably strained.

Before he had even climbed halfway up, fine beads of sweat had already appeared on Chen Yanzhou's forehead, and his breathing had become heavy.

He had to frequently rely on the hanging ancient vines for leverage, and each maneuver required a great deal of internal energy.

"Huff... huff..."

Chen Yanzhou gritted his teeth, feeling the soft touch on his back, but he had no romantic thoughts at all. He just felt that this girl was much heavier than she looked.

"I'm saying... have you been secretly eating behind my back all this time?"

As Chen Yanzhou struggled to climb, he panted heavily and complained, "He looks so skinny and small, how come he's so heavy?"

Huang Rong, who was clinging to his back, was extremely nervous. Upon hearing this, her eyebrows immediately furrowed.

"nonsense!"

As she spoke, she punched him on the shoulder in dissatisfaction, "It's your own fault for being weak! You still have the nerve to blame me!"

"I'm weak? If I were weak, we'd both be meat patties by now!"

The two bickered along the way, which relieved a lot of the tension.

at last.

With a final burst of strength, Chen Yanzhou gripped the edge of the cliff with one hand and flipped over.

The two landed steadily on the platform at the top of the mountain.

"Phew—I'm exhausted."

Chen Yanzhou braced himself on his knees, panting heavily, his body drenched in sweat as if he had been pulled from the water.

That's why I did a lot of heavy work when I was a child. If I hadn't done a day of that, I probably would have been exhausted halfway up the mountain.

When the eagle saw the two of them come up, it happily flapped its wings and circled around them twice.

Huang Rong jumped off Chen Yanzhou's back. Seeing his disheveled appearance, she felt a little guilty, but she still couldn't hold back her words.

"Hmph, it's clearly because your skills aren't up to par."

She looked down at her waist, then pinched her arms, muttering to herself, "Am I really that heavy? I haven't gained any weight..."

Before she could think any further, the Divine Eagle had already started walking towards the center of the platform.

Chen Yanzhou wiped the sweat from his face and stood up: "Let's go, let's go take a look ahead."

"Oh," Huang Rong replied.

The two followed the Divine Eagle, and after walking a few steps, a huge stone mound appeared in front of them.

It was a stone tablet built from a single piece of bluestone, without any decoration, exuding a sense of desolation and loneliness.

On the stone wall behind the mound, there appear to be inscriptions.

The two quickly walked forward.

On the bluish-gray stone wall, three lines of large characters were carved with extremely deep finger force.

His brushstrokes are vigorous and powerful, with iron hooks and silver lines. Even after years of weathering, they still exude an extremely sharp sword intent.

Chen Yanzhou looked at the three lines of text and couldn't help but feel a little excited.

Huang Rong unconsciously held her breath and softly recited:

"Since the Sword Demon Dugu Qiubai was invincible under heaven, he buried his sword here."

"Alas! The heroes are helpless, their long swords are useless; how tragic!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she noticed another line on the stone tablet and subconsciously read it aloud.

"...I'll bury this sword here, waiting for someone destined to find it!"

Without further ado, Chen Yanzhou walked to the stone mound, his inner energy surging within his dantian, and placed his palms on the covered bluestone slab.

"rise!"

With a low shout, he suddenly exerted force with both arms. Accompanied by a teeth-grinding scraping sound, the stone slab, weighing hundreds of pounds, was forcefully pushed aside, revealing the world inside.

There was no gold or silver treasure as I had imagined, only three long swords lined up side by side on the stone slabs.

Although buried deep in the past, it still exudes a chilling aura when it reappears in the light of day.

Huang Rong, being very curious, didn't stand on ceremony and reached out to touch the first sword.

It was a sharp sword gleaming with a bluish light. It had only been drawn half an inch from its sheath when a fierce sword aura rushed towards you, making your hair stand on end.

"What a fine sword!" Huang Rong's eyes lit up, and she casually twirled the sword. The blade was as clear as autumn water, and its cold light was dazzling.

She leaned closer to examine the stone carving beneath the sword and softly read: "Sharp and fierce, invincible, I used it to contend with the heroes of Hebei before I reached adulthood."

"This Senior Dugu must have been quite competitive when he was young," Huang Rong commented, clearly quite fond of this gleaming sword.

Chen Yanzhou ignored the first sword and focused his gaze on the groove of the second sword.

The top was empty. Chen Yanzhou raised an eyebrow and looked to the side: "The Purple Rose Soft Sword was used before I turned thirty. It was unlucky to accidentally injure a righteous man, so I abandoned it in a deep valley."

"Abandon it in a deep valley?" Chen Yanzhou clicked his tongue, clearly feeling a bit regretful.

After saying that, he looked at the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword to the side.

At this moment, Huang Rong had already put down the Qingguang sword in her hand, and her gaze was drawn to the third sword.

Or rather, it didn't resemble a sword at all.

It was dark black, forged entirely from black iron, with a wide and heavy blade. There wasn't even a sharp edge on either side, making it look like a fire poker, exuding a heavy and ancient aura.

"What an ugly thing!" Huang Rong wrinkled her nose in disgust and leaned closer to look at the stone carving.

"A heavy sword has no edge, and great skill appears effortless. Before the age of forty, I relied on it to roam the world unchallenged."

After reading it, a hint of defiance flashed in Huang Rong's eyes: "Can you really roam the world without even having your blade sharpened?"

She set the cyan sword aside, rolled up her sleeves, revealing two fair and white wrists.

"Pah! Pah!"

This girl was quite uninhibited; she spat twice into her palms, rubbed her hands together, and struck a pose as if she were about to engage in a tug-of-war.

"rise!"

Huang Rong gripped the thick sword hilt with both hands, focused her energy in her dantian, and used every ounce of strength she had.

Her face instantly turned bright red, and the veins on her forehead bulged.

However, the black sword seemed to be stuck to the stone, remaining completely still.

It didn't even shake, let alone pick it up.

The air suddenly became a little quieter.

A sneer, undisguised, came from the side.

"puff."

Huang Rong abruptly let go, turned her head, and glared fiercely at Chen Yanzhou, who was covering his mouth and snickering: "What are you laughing at! Come at me if you dare!"

She shook her slightly sore wrists and said angrily, "This thing looks insignificant, but it's actually incredibly heavy, probably weighing over a hundred pounds. It's impossible for a human to carry!"

"Then you'd better watch out."

Chen Yanzhou put away his playful expression and walked up to the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword.

He took a deep breath, spread his feet apart, and assumed a steady horse stance.

"drink!"

Chen Yanzhou let out a low roar, and his right hand suddenly shot out, grabbing the hilt of the sword.

It felt cold to the touch and was unusually heavy.

This heaviness is not just about weight; it's also about the feeling of pressure in your hand, as if you're holding not a sword, but a mountain.

The veins on the back of Chen Yanzhou's hands bulged, and his jaw was clenched.

"rise!"

With a slight cracking sound from the rocks beneath his feet, Huang Rong actually lifted the heavy black iron sword, which had remained motionless in her hand, little by little.

One inch, two inches, one foot...

Until it is completely off the ground, held horizontally in front of the chest.

"Huff... huff..."

Chen Yanzhou was panting heavily, large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his arms were trembling slightly.

Heavy, fucking heavy!

Even though he has considerable internal strength now, he still finds it extremely difficult to lift this thing with one hand. If he were to use it to fight an enemy, just swinging it would probably take a lot of effort.

It was at this moment that Chen Yanzhou truly understood what it meant to overcome all techniques with sheer force.

No wonder Yang Guo was able to overpower many masters several years later.