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

Huang Rong gritted her teeth, her large eyes filled with shame and anger. "You're still laughing! I'm about to drown and you're still laughing!"

"Isn't he still alive?"

Chen Yanzhou was laughing so hard that tears were almost coming out of his eyes. He was about to tease her a couple more times when his gaze fell on her, and his laughter stopped abruptly.

Huang Rong was standing in waist-deep water.

The beggar's robe, which was originally loose and shabby, was now soaked through and clung tightly to his body.

Although she was still young and her body had not fully developed, the slender waist and nascent curves characteristic of a young girl were clearly revealed by the wet clothes.

Even more deadly is...

The pool water washed away the coal ash and mud that she had deliberately applied to her face and neck.

Beneath her disheveled, damp hair, her exposed skin was as white as snow, translucent and radiant, a stark contrast to her previous "dark-skinned" appearance. Especially striking was the sight of a single drop of water sliding down her slender neck and disappearing into her slightly rounded chest…

Chen Yanzhou blinked, his Adam's apple bobbing unconsciously.

That impact was a bit too strong.

Huang Rong was about to go ashore to settle accounts with him when she found that the man had suddenly stopped talking, and his thieving eyes were staring straight at her with a very strange look in them.

She paused for a moment, then subconsciously followed his gaze and looked down.

In an instant, Huang Rong's face turned so red it looked like it was about to bleed, and the heat even dispelled the chill of the pool water.

"ah--!!!"

A scream loud enough to pierce eardrums echoed through the valley.

Huang Rong clutched her chest tightly with both hands, shrinking further into the water until only her head remained above water. Her face flushed, she glared at Chen Yanzhou: "You scoundrel! You lecher! Don't look! Turn away!"

Chen Yanzhou's head throbbed from the shout, and he picked at his ear speechlessly.

"Calling back the soul? It's no big deal."

Instead of turning around, he simply plopped down on a rock on the bank, propped his chin up with one hand, and looked at Huang Rong in the water with a mocking expression.

"Is it really necessary? It's not like we don't know."

"You...you're still looking!" Huang Rong was so ashamed and angry that she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into, or simply drag this bastard down with her and drown him.

She immediately realized what was happening and asked, "You knew all along that I was a woman?!"

Chen Yanzhou rolled his eyes and began to speak.

"nonsense."

"I'm not blind, nor am I stupid."

As he spoke, he picked his nose and continued, "What kind of beggar haven't I seen?"

"Those stinking beggars, you can smell their stench from three blocks away. The lice on their bodies could make a dish."

At this point, he looked at Huang Rong with a half-smile: "As for you, when we first met in Zhangjiakou, you smelled of orchids... tsk tsk."

Huang Rong paused for a moment.

She had planned everything meticulously, but she never expected that she would be defeated by this.

"Knowing I'm a woman..." Huang Rong bit her lip, her eyes suddenly reddening, a wave of grievance washing over her. "Knowing I'm a woman, you still made me stay up all night doing accounts for you?! And you bullied me the whole way?"

This is what she is most indignant about.

Now that he's seen through it, this bastard not only doesn't expose it, but also goes along with it and uses me as a laborer!

"That's your own fault."

Chen Yanzhou showed absolutely no mercy, spreading his hands defiantly, "Who told you to be dishonest? Pretending to be a member of my Beggars' Sect to cheat and swindle?"

"That was..." Huang Rong was speechless, wanting to refute but unable to find a reason.

"Alright, stop soaking there."

Chen Yanzhou stood up, patted the dust off his bottom, glanced at her lips which were purple from the cold, and his tone became slightly more serious.

"This pool of water is a cold underground spring. If you soak in it any longer, you'll develop health problems later."

Huang Rong spat, though she was being stubborn, her body was indeed getting too cold.

She hesitated for a moment, looked at the figure with his back to her on the shore, gritted her teeth, and dragged her heavy, wet clothes toward the shore.

"Take off your outer robe and give it to me!" Huang Rong shouted from behind.

"So much trouble."

Without turning his head, Chen Yanzhou casually took off the patched but still sturdy linen robe he was wearing and threw it behind him.

The clothes were precisely placed over Huang Rong's head.

Huang Rong hurriedly tore off her clothes and quickly wrapped them around her body, covering herself up tightly before she felt a little warmer.

Huang Rong walked to Chen Yanzhou's side, trying to make herself look more intimidating.

She straightened her back, even though the ill-fitting robe made her look somewhat comical.

"Since you saw through it all along, I won't pretend anymore."

She raised her chin, revealing her long, slender, fair neck, her expression haughty: "Let's get to know each other again. This young lady's name is Huang, and her given name is Rong."

Chen Yanzhou raised an eyebrow and casually said "Oh".

That's such a calm reaction.

His composure was so calm that Huang Rong felt like she had punched a piece of cotton.

She gritted her teeth and decided to drop a bombshell.

"You may have some skills, but that's all you're good for in this small area. Do you even know who my father is?"

Huang Rong sneered, her gaze fixed intently on Chen Yanzhou, trying to see a trace of panic or awe on his face.

"My dad is..."

"Huang Yaoshi".

Chen Yanzhou didn't even look up, casually picking up the conversation.

The air suddenly became quiet.

Huang Rong's cold smile froze instantly, and the words she had prepared were stuck in her throat.

Her eyes widened as she stared at Chen Yanzhou as if she'd seen a ghost: "You...how did you know?"

No one knew about her running away from home except for the mute servant on the island. Moreover, she had disguised herself all the way and never revealed her true identity in front of anyone, nor had she mentioned Peach Blossom Island at all.

Chen Yanzhou couldn't help but laugh when he saw her ghost-like expression.

"Is it hard to guess?"

He pointed to the waterfall pool not far away: "When you ran away from the inn, the footwork you used, stepping on the Bagua and moving like a spirit turtle, that's the 'Spirit Turtle Step' from Peach Blossom Island, right?"

Huang Rong opened her mouth, but was speechless.

In the heat of the moment, she did subconsciously use her family's martial arts techniques.

"Besides," Chen Yanzhou looked her up and down, "she's young, but her inner strength is considerable. She's proficient in arithmetic and the Five Elements, has an incredibly picky palate, can cook, and on top of that, she's clever and has an arrogant air that looks down on everyone else..."

He shrugged: "Looking across the entire martial arts world, apart from the daughter of Island Master Huang on Peach Blossom Island in the East China Sea, I really can't think of a second person."

"Fine! Now that you know I'm Huang Yaoshi's daughter, you'd better kowtow and admit your mistake!"

Huang Rong put her hands on her hips, and her original mischievous and clever spirit returned, even with a touch of arrogant arrogance.

"You forced me to settle accounts, and you've bullied me all this way. We need to settle this score properly!"

She pointed at Chen Yanzhou's nose and threatened viciously, "Chen Yanzhou, when I find my father, I'll tell him you bullied me! I'll make him tear your bones off one by one and throw them into the sea to feed the sharks!"

Huang Yaoshi, the Eastern Heretic, is known for his eccentric personality and fierce protectiveness of his own.

If he finds out that his precious daughter was being bullied like this by a stinking beggar, he might not only break her bones, but also turn upside down the Beggars' Sect headquarters.

The more Huang Rong talked, the more relieved she felt, as if she could already see Chen Yanzhou kneeling on the ground begging for mercy.

However, Chen Yanzhou merely glanced at her indifferently, showing no concern whatsoever.

"Are you done talking?"

"You...you're not afraid?" Huang Rong blinked, stunned, when she saw his calm expression.

"Afraid? Why should I be afraid?"

"Your father is one of the Five Greats, so why isn't my master one?"

Huang Rong: "..."

She was so busy being angry that she forgot about this.

Chen Yanzhou looked at Huang Rong with a half-smile: "Your father is the Eastern Heretic, and my master is the Northern Beggar. In terms of seniority, we are of the same generation. In terms of martial arts, these two are evenly matched. Back then, the Mount Hua Sword Tournament did not determine who was superior."

He stood up, walked up to Huang Rong, and looked down at the little girl who only reached his chest.

"You want your dad to beat me up? Fine. The moment your dad dares to lay a finger on me, my master will go to Peach Blossom Island and uproot all your flowers and plants, and while he's at it, he'll eat your whole kitchen alive."

Chen Yanzhou's smile grew even brighter, even tinged with a roguish air: "Besides, our Beggars' Sect disciples are all over the world, hundreds of thousands of mouths to feed. No matter how high your father's martial arts are, can he kill them all? Believe me, I'll have all the beggars sing lotus flower ballads on the shore of Peach Blossom Island every day, enough to annoy him to death!"

Huang Rong was dumbfounded. Her proud backer seemed... not so useful in front of this scoundrel.

Hong Qigong's protectiveness was no less than that of her father, and the Beggars' Clan, a clingy and persistent gang, could indeed be a big problem if provoked.

Most importantly, Chen Yanzhou was right.

It's a tie when it comes to family connections.

In terms of background, the Beggars' Sect has more members and greater influence.

Huang Rong bit her lip, staring intently at Chen Yanzhou's irritating face, feeling incredibly angry.

They couldn't beat him in a fight, they couldn't win an argument, and even when it came to family connections, they were evenly matched.

This guy is practically her nemesis!

"You...you're a scoundrel!"

After struggling for a long time, Huang Rong could only squeeze out these three words through gritted teeth.

"Thank you for the compliment." Chen Yanzhou cupped his hands in a gesture of respect without any shame. "These days, honest people suffer, while scoundrels live a comfortable life."