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

"Face?" Huang Yaoshi scoffed, gently tapping the jade flute in his palm to create a rhythm, his eyes both playful and cold.

"Your face might be worth something in the Western Regions, but it's worth nothing to me."

The wind in the woods suddenly stopped, with only a few birds, oblivious to their own mortality, chattering in the distance.

Ouyang Feng's expression darkened slightly. He did not immediately lash out, but instead calmly surveyed the entire scene.

His gaze first swept over the arrogant Huang Yaoshi, then landed on Huang Rong and Chen Yanzhou.

Hong Qigong, that old beggar, was just as good at protecting his own as Huang Yaoshi.

Ouyang Feng secretly made his own plans.

If it were just Huang Yaoshi, he wouldn't be afraid. At most, they could fight for a few hundred rounds, and neither could gain the upper hand.

But this old beggar is elusive; if he's near Xiangyang, I'll likely have to fight two of him, which will be a fierce battle.

One against two is certain defeat.

Moreover, the purpose of this northward journey to the Central Plains is to secretly search for the "Nine Yin Manual." If it were to fight to the death here for the sake of this petty squabble, the matter of the manual would be nothing but a mirage.

Which is lighter and heavier, at a glance.

Ouyang Feng lowered his eyelids slightly, concealing the fleeting ruthlessness and scheming in his eyes.

"uncle……"

Seeing his uncle remain silent, Ouyang Ke felt a chill and couldn't help but call out, his voice trembling.

All he wanted to do at that moment was get out of this awful place as quickly as possible. The way Huang Yaoshi looked at him was as if he were a piece of rotten meat on a chopping board.

Ouyang Feng slowly raised his head, ignoring Ouyang Ke.

He suddenly spurred the horse's belly.

Herod!

The tall horse neighed and walked forward, quickly reaching the iron snake staff that was stuck diagonally in the ground.

With a swift movement, his five fingers, like hooks, grasped the snake staff, which weighed dozens of kilograms, as if it were nothing.

Immediately afterwards, Ouyang Feng turned around and flicked his wrist.

Waaah—!

The heavy serpent staff tore through the air with a tooth-grinding whistling sound, slamming hard into Ouyang Ke's calf.

Without the slightest hesitation, without the utmost mercy.

"Snap!"

A crisp, piercing sound of bone cracking suddenly rang out in the silent pine forest.

The sound was so loud that it even drowned out the birdsong in the forest.

"ah--!!!"

Ouyang Ke's eyes widened, a blank expression still lingering on his face, until the intense pain overwhelmed his nerves like a tidal wave, and he let out an extremely shrill scream.

He collapsed to the ground like a shrimp whose spine had been snapped, clutching his leg which was twisted at an odd angle, and rolled around frantically in the pine needles.

Cold sweat instantly soaked through his white clothes, and his once handsome face was now twisted like a demon.

Chen Yanzhou's eyelids twitched violently twice, and even Huang Rong, who was standing next to him, opened her mouth wide.

Clearly, neither of them had anticipated this turn of events.

Ouyang Feng casually tossed the blood-stained snake staff to a nearby snake servant, not even glancing at his nephew groaning on the ground, and turned to face Huang Yaoshi.

Ouyang Feng's voice was hoarse as he pointed to Ouyang Ke on the ground, "This leg is a fitting end for your daughter. I wonder if Brother Huang is satisfied?"

This "bitter trick" was quite brilliant.

This saved White Camel Manor's reputation—after all, it was Ouyang Feng who did it, so it wasn't considered being bullied by outsiders—and also shut Huang Yaoshi up—his leg was broken, what else could he say?

Huang Yaoshi gave Ouyang Feng a deep look.

"Since Brother Ouyang is so understanding, then let's drop this matter." Huang Yaoshi twirled his jade flute, tucked it back into his waistband, and said calmly, "Take your men and get out of here."

Ouyang Feng didn't waste any words, not even a single polite remark.

With a wave of his hand, several snake slaves rushed over and carried the unconscious Ouyang Ke onto the horse.

The group arrived quickly and left quickly.

The chaotic sound of hooves kicked up a cloud of dust, and in the blink of an eye, they disappeared into the depths of the dense forest, leaving behind only a mess and the nauseating stench of blood.

In just a few breaths, only three people and one eagle remained in the forest.

Chen Yanzhou composed himself, straightened his slightly disheveled clothes, and cupped his hands in thanks to the man in the blue robe: "Thank you for helping me out, Island Master Huang."

Even if Huang Yaoshi didn't come, he could still manage to hold his own with the Divine Condor and his own abilities, but it's hard to say whether he could escape unscathed.

As he pondered, Huang Yaoshi turned around, his eyes beneath the mask sweeping over him, and said in a nonchalant tone, "What are you thanking me for? If this girl hadn't been so arrogant and reckless, she wouldn't have gotten herself into this mess."

Huang Rong, who was about to act coquettishly, froze, stuck out her tongue, and swallowed back the words "Daddy missed you so much" that were just about to come out of her mouth.

Her eyes darted around, and she immediately took Huang Yaoshi's arm, looking obedient: "Father, this place smells awful, let's go quickly."

As she spoke, she casually tugged at the tip of the eagle's wing beside her with her other hand: "Brother Eagle, come on, I'll take you to Peach Blossom Island for a good meal. The sea fish there are much fatter than the rabbits in these mountains."

The eagle tilted its head, seemingly weighing the pros and cons of the sea fish and the rabbit.

Huang Yaoshi glanced at his daughter's little scheme, but didn't expose it, and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute."

A voice suddenly interrupted.

Chen Yanzhou stepped forward and blocked the way between the man and the eagle.

Huang Yaoshi paused, looking with great interest at the young man who dared to block his way.

Huang Rong raised an eyebrow and put her hands on her hips: "Chen Yanzhou, what are you doing? Trying to mooch a meal off me on Peach Blossom Island again?"

"I won't be eating here." Chen Yanzhou pointed to the eagle and said, "People can leave, but the eagle must stay."

"Why should I!" Huang Rong instantly bristled, like a kitten guarding its food.

Chen Yanzhou was both amused and exasperated. "A person should have a conscience. If I hadn't led the way, would you have even seen Brother Diao? Besides, I saved your life!"

"Then...then I..." Huang Rong opened her mouth, but couldn't find the words to refute it.

"Since you two can't reach an agreement..."

Huang Yaoshi spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice cold and clear.

As he spoke, he suddenly reached out and gently pinched with his two slender fingers.

"Clang—"

Huang Rong felt a sudden lightness in her hand; the cyan sword hidden behind her had fallen into Huang Yaoshi's grasp.

The sword light shone like water, reflecting Huang Yaoshi's mask, whose expression was obscured.

"If you all feel you have a share, then it's simple."

Huang Yaoshi flicked his wrist, pointing his sword directly at the bewildered Divine Condor, and said calmly, "Chop it in half, one half for each of us, fair and reasonable."

The air froze instantly.

Chen Yanzhou's lips twitched.

What kind of twisted logic is this? Even King Solomon didn't make such a hasty judgment, did he? Is this the train of thought of the Eastern Heretic?

The eagle, which had been watching the spectacle with a silly grin, suddenly widened its sharp eyes like copper bells upon hearing this, and all the feathers on its body bristled up with a "whoosh".

Although it's a bird, it's not stupid!

"Gah—!"

The eagle let out a strange cry, suddenly shrank back, and shook its head desperately, its eyes filled with the words "Help!"

"father!"

Huang Rong was terrified, her face turning pale. She grabbed Huang Yaoshi's arm and clung to it, exclaiming, "There's no need! There's absolutely no need!"

She knew her father too well; the old man was unpredictable, and when he said he'd chop someone up, he really meant it!