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

On the other side, in the west of the city.

Huang Rong carried a cloth bundle larger than her upper body on her shoulder and two jars of Daughter's Red wine in her hands, yet she walked with light steps.

The bundle contained freshly baked beggar's chicken and braised pork knuckle. Steam seeped through the fabric, mingling with the scent of grass and trees from the forest, making one's mouth water.

Huang Rong hummed an unknown tune, her toes lightly touching the pine needles scattered on the ground, her movements nimble and graceful.

Just thinking about Chen Yanzhou's pained expression while trying to maintain his authority as the gang leader made her smile uncontrollably.

As we were walking, the ground suddenly trembled slightly.

Huang Rong's ears twitched, and she stopped walking.

The sound of horses' hooves.

And it wasn't just one horse; judging from the commotion, there were at least ten people rushing out from the depths of the forest.

Where did this large group of people come from in this desolate wilderness?

Huang Rong frowned slightly and instinctively looked for a big tree to hide under.

Although she wasn't afraid of trouble, she didn't want to cause any.

Just as she was about to set off, the sound of horses' hooves approached.

"Whoa—!"

A sharp screech of reins rang out, and amidst the rising dust, a troop of men burst into view, blocking the way.

The leader was a man in his early twenties.

The man, dressed in a snow-white long robe, stood out conspicuously in the muddy, swirling forest.

He held a folding fan in his hand, had a handsome face, but his eyes and brows revealed a frivolous air, and he rode a white horse.

Four women in white, all around sixteen years old, followed closely behind him. They were graceful, carried long swords, and were skilled horsemen.

Further behind were a dozen or so men dressed in coarse linen clothes and wearing gray cloaks. Each of them carried an iron staff and had two strange little square boxes hanging from their waists. As the horses bounced, a faint rustling sound could be heard from the boxes, which sent chills down one's spine.

Huang Rong glanced at it and immediately felt disgusted.

The white-clad man's gaze had been fixed on her ever since it fell upon her.

Huang Rong had just washed away all the grime at the Yiyun Health Center and changed into the finest Suzhou embroidery flowing cloud dress from Jinxiu Manor. The delicate pink color made her skin look as white as snow and her features as beautiful as a painting.

Standing here amidst the verdant pine forest, I feel like an elf stepping out of a painting.

The white-clad man snapped his folding fan shut, his eyes instantly flashing with undisguised amazement and greed, a self-satisfied smile playing on his lips.

"What a handsome young man."

He sighed softly, his gaze roaming unabashedly over Huang Rong.

Huang Rong felt a chill run down her spine, and one hand quietly rested on the hilt of the green light sword at her waist.

At this moment, a maid behind the man in white rode forward half a step and whispered, "Young Master, we've been delayed on the road for quite some time, and the Prince Zhao's residence is still waiting..."

Before she could finish speaking, the man in white turned his head slightly and gave her a cold glance.

His eyes were sinister and serpentine, radiating a chilling coldness.

The maid's face turned pale, and she immediately fell silent. She hurriedly lowered her head and retreated back into the group, her body trembling slightly, clearly terrified of the man.

The man in white turned his head and looked at Huang Rong again, his face once again displaying that gentle, jade-like fake smile.

"It's not safe for a young lady to travel alone in this desolate wilderness," the man said lightly, waving his folding fan. "I am Ouyang Ke. Seeing your beauty, I cannot bear to see you suffer. Why don't you come with me?"

Huang Rong sneered, "A good dog doesn't block the way, get out of the way."

Ouyang Ke was taken aback, then burst into laughter, his eyes showing even more interest: "Spicy enough, this young master likes it."

He waved his folding fan downwards: "Please come over here, young lady. Remember, don't hurt that face; I want to keep it for my own enjoyment."

"yes!"

The four white-clad maids and the dozen or so gray-clad snake slaves behind him responded in unison.

Before the words were even finished, more than a dozen figures had already dismounted.

Those snake slaves wielding iron staffs were the fastest, pushing off with their feet and rushing towards Huang Rong like a swarm of gray rats.

The iron staff was swung with a whistling sound. Although there were no fancy moves, the strength and momentum were great, and the teamwork was excellent, which showed that the person was well-trained.

"court death!"

A cold glint flashed in Huang Rong's eyes.

Having endured so much suffering at the bottom of the Valley of the Condor Heroes, she was naturally not afraid at all.

With a flick of her wrist, she tossed the cloth bag on her shoulder and the wine jar in her hand into the air.

"Clang!"

The Azure Light Sword was drawn from its sheath, like an autumn pool suddenly breaking through a cold pond.

Instead of retreating, Huang Rong advanced, stepping lightly like a mythical turtle, her entire body weaving through the flowers.

The two snake slaves rushing towards them only saw a blur before the pink figure closed in on them.

Too fast! They didn't even have time to raise their iron rods to block before they felt a chill in their throats.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Two jets of blood shot out.

Huang Rong's figure flashed past, the tip of her Qingguang sword remaining untouched by blood.

The two snake slaves stared wide-eyed, clutched their throats, made a "hoarse" sound, and collapsed limply.

One move, two people killed!

Huang Rong smiled slightly, feeling much more at ease. In the past, although her moves were exquisite, her strength was insufficient, making it difficult to achieve a fatal blow.

Now that his internal energy is abundant, he feels a sense of exhilaration as he unleashes his sword techniques with complete freedom.

She quickly snapped out of her reverie, caught the falling cloth bag and wine jar, hung them on a nearby tree branch, turned to look at the remaining people, her chin slightly raised, her face full of disdain.

"With such meager skills, you dare to abduct women?"

Ouyang Ke, seated on his horse, a flash of surprise crossed his eyes, then he clapped his hands and laughed, "Excellent swordsmanship! I didn't expect her to be a rose with thorns. Wonderful, wonderful!"

He waved.

The four white-clad maids who had remained motionless exchanged a glance, then suddenly moved.

These four were clearly different from the crude snake slaves. They moved with agility, drew their longswords, and stood in four directions, instantly surrounding Huang Rong.

"Form ranks!"

The head maid shouted, and four longswords thrust out simultaneously.

This thrust was delivered from a tricky angle, sealing off Huang Rong from all sides. The sword light intertwined into a net, exuding a chilling aura.

Huang Rong snorted coldly, twirled her green sword, and unleashed the move "Falling Petals," her sword shadows shifting between reality and illusion as she attempted to break through the sword net.

"Ding ding ding ding!"

A series of rapid clanging sounds of metal clashing rang out.

Huang Rong was startled.

These four maids might not be her match in a one-on-one fight, but their sword formation was extremely strange. Their internal energy seemed to be connected as one, making them both offensive and defensive.

As she thrust her sword out, it was as if she were simultaneously wrestling with four people.

Before she could catch her breath, the remaining snake slaves surrounded her.

They no longer charged blindly as before, but instead circled around the perimeter, occasionally poking at Huang Rong from tricky angles with their iron staffs, specifically to disrupt her footwork.

Even more shockingly, several snake slaves reached for the square boxes at their waists.

Although Huang Rong possessed the unique skills of Peach Blossom Island and had her internal strength greatly increased under Chen Yanzhou's guidance, she still lacked practical combat experience and was no match for four hands.

The four white-clad maids coordinated perfectly, with one attacking and the other three providing support. Their sword strikes were continuous and relentless, like mercury spilling onto the ground, giving Huang Rong no chance to catch her breath.

These women's swordsmanship is so captivating!

Huang Rong cursed inwardly.

She tried several times to use her lightness skill to break through, but was forced back by the iron staffs on the outside.

"when!"

Another tough battle.

Huang Rong used the momentum to float backward, her chest rising and falling slightly.