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

As Chen Yanzhou looked at the pretty back of the woman blocking his way, the warmth in his heart had just begun to rise, and before the smile on his lips could fully bloom, the thought of the three thousand taels he had spent came to mind.

The smile on Chen Yanzhou's lips froze instantly, and the tears of emotion he was about to shed were forced back, turning into a long, helpless sigh.

"Hey, why aren't you saying anything?" Huang Rong didn't hear anything, so she turned around and glanced at Chen Yanzhou. Seeing his strange expression, she frowned.

Chen Yanzhou gave a bitter laugh twice, and finally sighed.

Ouyang Feng, on the other hand, felt a chill run down his spine. The snow-white snake coiled around his shoulder was now trembling and desperately trying to burrow deeper into his collar, completely devoid of its usual imposing presence.

This white snake was a rare breed that he had painstakingly cultivated. Ordinary birds of prey would avoid it, but today it was terrified by a large eagle.

Ouyang Feng was shocked, but on the surface he maintained the demeanor of a grandmaster. He calmly raised his hand and, under the guise of adjusting his collar, stuffed the terrified white snake into his sleeve.

"What a magnificent beast." Ouyang Feng's gaze swept over the Divine Eagle before finally settling on Chen Yanzhou, his eyes dark and unfathomable. "Hong Qigong has indeed taken on a good disciple, who can even command such a strange beast."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yanzhou looked at Ouyang Feng and smiled.

"You flatter me, I was just lucky."

"Luck is also a kind of strength," Ouyang Feng said calmly.

"Hey, you old poisoner, since you know he's Hong Qigong's disciple, do you know who I am?"

Huang Rong raised her chin slightly and immediately interrupted.

Ouyang Feng narrowed his eyes, his gaze falling on Huang Rong.

"Little girl, you've got quite the nerve." Ouyang Feng stood with his hands behind his back, his voice hoarse. "What, are you trying to intimidate me by bringing up your parents?"

"So what if I suppress you?"

Huang Rong gave a light snort and continued speaking.

"Let me tell you, I am Huang Rong, the daughter of Huang Yaoshi from Peach Blossom Island."

A look of surprise finally appeared on Ouyang Feng's face, but it vanished in an instant. He twitched his lips and let out a low laugh.

"Hehe... Hahahaha!"

"Interesting, very interesting." Ouyang Feng stopped laughing and looked Chen Yanzhou and Huang Rong up and down. "The Northern Beggar's disciple and the Eastern Heretic's daughter, this small forest today has gathered most of the descendants of the Five Greats."

At this point, he abruptly changed the subject, his gaze suddenly turning sharp, like a knife slicing towards Ouyang Ke beside him.

"Ke'er".

Ouyang Ke trembled, ignoring his injuries, and quickly bowed, saying, "Uncle."

"You knew all along?" Ouyang Feng's voice was icy.

Ouyang Ke's forehead instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

He had indeed long ago noticed Huang Rong's extraordinary agility and exquisite moves, but he didn't know she was Huang Yaoshi's daughter.

Originally, seeing Huang Rong's stunning beauty, he was blinded by lust and thought he would capture her first, since with the reputation of White Camel Mountain, who would dare to disobey?

"Nephew...nephew just felt that her movements were familiar, but I didn't..." Ouyang Ke stammered, his eyes darting away, not daring to look up at Ouyang Feng.

Ouyang Feng snorted coldly, feeling disappointed in his son.

Of all people to mess with, why did he have to provoke that madman Huang Yaoshi?

That old guy has an eccentric personality and is notoriously protective of his own.

If he knew that his only daughter had almost been captured by Ouyang Ke and made into a slave, he would probably storm up White Camel Mountain.

Although he was not afraid of Huang Yaoshi, it was utterly foolish of him to make such a great enemy for the sake of a woman.

Ouyang Ke's handsome face turned a deep purplish-red. He stood to the side with his head down, not daring to even breathe loudly.

After reprimanding his nephew, Ouyang Feng turned around, the gloom on his face gone, replaced by a warm smile.

This speed at which he changed his expression left Chen Yanzhou speechless with admiration.

"Since she is the daughter of Peach Blossom Island, then today's events must be a misunderstanding."

Ouyang Feng looked at Huang Rong and said in a gentle tone, "My nephew is naturally unruly and loves to make friends in the martial arts world. He probably wanted to invite Miss Huang to his home just now, but his methods were a bit rough. I hope Miss Huang will not take offense."

"A guest?" Huang Rong sneered, pointing to the dead snakes and broken weapons on the ground. "You send poisonous snakes to bite me, surround me with a sword formation, is this how White Camel Mountain treats its guests?"

Ouyang Feng's expression stiffened slightly, and a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes, but he quickly concealed it.

"Children often play and fight, and it's inevitable that they'll lose their sense of propriety," Ouyang Feng said calmly. "I will definitely bring Ke'er to apologize another day. I won't disturb your enjoyment today."

After saying that, he gave Ouyang Ke a wink and then turned to leave.

"Misunderstand?"

A clear voice suddenly rang out in the woods.

The voice wasn't loud, but it clearly penetrated the ears of everyone present, as if someone were whispering in their ear, carrying a sense of aloofness and solitude.

Chen Yanzhou's heart skipped a beat; such powerful internal energy!

The sound didn't come from any one direction, but seemed to come from all directions at the same time, making it impossible to pinpoint the speaker's location.

Ouyang Feng paused, abruptly looking up at the sky, his previously calm expression instantly turning extremely solemn.

Woo-woo-woo-

A melodious flute tune drifted on the wind.

The sound of the flute seemed distant at first, but in an instant it was right in front of you.

The melody is not complicated, but it exudes an indescribable desolation and loneliness, making people feel inexplicably choked up.

Immediately afterwards, a figure in green, like a falling leaf, floated down from the treetop.

The newcomer was tall and thin, dressed in a blue cloth robe, and wore a mask on his face, obscuring his true appearance, except for a pair of bright and divine eyes.

He held a jade flute in his hand, and though he did not move, he exuded the aura of a master who was profound and imposing.

That sense of oppression was in no way inferior to that of Ouyang Feng just now, and even had a touch more of a sinister and arrogant air.

Huang Rong's eyes lit up. Just a moment ago she had been acting like a fierce little tiger, but in an instant she turned into a wronged little kitten. Her mouth pursed and tears welled up in her eyes.

"father!"

That cry was so heart-wrenching that Chen Yanzhou couldn't help but want to applaud her.

It's all acting, nothing but acting.

The newcomer was none other than Huang Yaoshi, the Master of Peach Blossom Island and the Eastern Heretic.

Huang Yaoshi landed, glanced at Huang Rong, and said nothing.

Then, he turned his head, his gaze sharp as lightning, piercing straight at Ouyang Feng.

"Ouyang Feng, your nephew released snakes to bite my daughter and even tried to kidnap her to the Western Regions to be a slave. Is this supposed to be a misunderstanding?"

Huang Yaoshi's voice was flat, revealing no emotion.

Upon hearing this, Huang Rong nodded repeatedly like a chick pecking at rice.

Ouyang Feng looked at the man in the green robe in front of him, and his eyes twitched slightly.

He truly hadn't expected Huang Yaoshi to be there; now, he was in deep trouble.

"Old Master Huang, how have you been?" Ouyang Feng took a deep breath, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "It's been many years, but you haven't lost a bit of your charm."

Don't try to get close to me.

Huang Yaoshi wasn't buying it at all. He lightly tapped his jade flute against his palm, making a crisp clapping sound. "You just said this is just children playing around?"

His gaze shifted and landed on Ouyang Ke, who was hiding there.

"Since it was just a scuffle, breaking both of his legs shouldn't be too much of a deal, right?"

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Ke felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, so frightened that his legs went weak and he almost knelt on the ground.

"uncle!"

Ouyang Feng's face darkened, his white robe fluttering even without wind, and he said in a deep voice.

"Old Huang, aren't you going too far?"

"Although Ke'er made a mistake, it doesn't warrant this. Besides, your daughter is unharmed, while I've lost quite a few men. Give me some face, and let's just let this matter drop, okay?"

"face?"

Huang Yaoshi chuckled and twirled the jade flute in his hand, completely unconcerned.