Martial Arts Crossover: Infiltrating a Girls' Chat Group at the Start

After Lin Zhu and Lin Chaoying left, Li Mochou asked, "What are we going to do today?"

Shang Xiufang said, "How about I teach you to play the piano?" As she spoke, she took Haiyue Qinghui out of her storage space.

"Okay!" Li Mochou thought it was always good to have more skills, so she followed suit and learned them.

But after studying for a long time, she realized something was wrong; she couldn't learn it.

On the contrary, Xiaolongnu understood immediately.

Then, Shang Xiufang and Xiaolongnu began their one-on-one tutoring, while Shen Bijun and Li Mochou went about their business.

Shen Bijun said, "Don't worry, how about I teach you medicine?"

“Okay!” Li Mochou agreed, and then discovered that she had a talent for medicine, especially in acupuncture, and she could learn the techniques very quickly.

They also have a strong understanding of pharmacological toxicity.

During their teaching and learning process, Lin Zhu had already been brought to Chongyang Palace by Lin Chaoying.

They traveled smoothly without any obstacles, and not a single disciple stood in their way.

Qiu Chuji had been secretly pleased with his two disciples, but now he and the other six Quanzhen disciples looked at Lin Chaoying with trepidation.

Ma Yu forced herself to step forward, "Senior Lin..."

"Shut up!" Lin Chaoying glared at her. "You're all older than me, what are you calling seniors?"

"Slip of the tongue, Sect Leader Lin, are you here to see Master again?" Sun Bu'er felt that since she was a woman, it was better for her to negotiate with Lin Chaoying herself.

This time they realized something was wrong; Lin Chaoying had actually brought people with her, and they were all so beautiful they could bring ruin to the country.

"Yes, tell Wang Chongyang to get out here." Lin Chaoying looked at the Seven Masters of Quanzhen without any politeness.

"Master is still in seclusion," Ma Yuqiang said with a smile.

"What seclusion? I just fought him last time. He can't break through the Nine Yang Divine Skill so easily. He must be hiding from me again."

Lin Chaoying sneered and said, "If you don't come out, I'll chop down Chongyang Palace."

"No, absolutely not!" Ma Yu pleaded hastily. "Please calm down, Sect Leader Lin. I'll send Junior Brother Qiu to check right away."

As he spoke, he gave Qiu Chuji a wink and transmitted his voice, "Go and invite Uncle Zhou over. Let Senior Lin have a go at it, and the matter should be resolved."

Qiu Chuji said, "Wouldn't that be unfair to Uncle-Master Zhou?"

"Stop talking nonsense, why don't you go and confront Senior Lin? Or really ask Master to come out of seclusion?" Ma Yu said anxiously.

Qiu Chuji said, "Then I'll go and invite Uncle Zhou." After saying that, he hurriedly ran towards the depths of Chongyang Palace.

Lin Chaoying smiled coldly. She had come to find Wang Chongyang to fight, as her fight with Lin Zhu yesterday had been too frustrating.

Secondly, it was to provoke Wang Chongyang.

The two have fought to this point, and it can no longer be explained by simple love and affection; it's more about a competitive spirit.

Despite being a Taoist, Wang Chongyang's competitive spirit far surpassed that of Lin Chaoying.

“No way, I’d rather die than go.” Deep inside Chongyang Palace, Zhou Botong, who was watching ants fight, immediately refused when he heard that Lin Chaoying had arrived.

He was only a Grandmaster, and his Empty Fist technique was still in its infancy. He was far from being a match for Lin Chaoying. Did he want to go out and get beaten up?

Although Lin Chaoying wouldn't kill herself, a fight would inevitably result in serious injuries that would last for several days.

"Uncle-Master, only you can save our entire town's sect now," Qiu Chuji pleaded desperately.

Zhou Botong refused to go no matter what. "You go if you want, or you go and ask your senior brother to come out. Anyway, I, the Old Urchin, am not going. I'd rather die than go. You unfilial junior nephew, how can you betray your senior uncle like this?"

"Who told you to be the most skilled martial artist in our Quanzhen Sect besides our master!" Qiu Chuji subtly flattered Zhou Botong.

This trick used to work every time.

But it doesn't work now. "I know you're lying to me again. I'm not falling for it, old rascal. I'm not going. If you don't come out of seclusion, just have Lin Chaoying chop down Chongyang Palace, and also chop the statue of Lu Zu in half."

He deliberately spoke loudly, partly for Wang Chongyang to hear, and partly for Lin Chaoying.

"Alas!" A cave entrance was carved out of a cliff face behind the mountain, where Wang Chongyang sought refuge in peace and quiet.

He's not in seclusion at all!

Six months ago, Lin Chaoying's power suddenly increased dramatically, and her swordsmanship became much more exquisite.

Before, I could still give in to her.

But the last battle was truly unforgettable for him; Lin Chaoying's skill and swordsmanship improved at an unpredictable pace.

At that moment, I really did my best and almost died together with that crazy woman, Lin Chaoying.

How terrifying, how terrifying! I'm so glad I became a nun, otherwise what would I have done with such a crazy woman?

He didn't actually dislike Lin Chaoying, but she was too assertive, and about ten years younger than him, almost twenty. She was also extremely talented and perceptive, no less than him.

Very few men would consider marrying a woman like this; it's hard to imagine him holding onto her.

Back then, in order to refuse her, Wang Chongyang even gave her the ancient tomb and sacrificed the Ten Thousand Year Cold Jade Bed. Thinking about it now, it still hurts a little.

Now, he has even cultivated the Nine Yang Divine Skill, which he cannot break, otherwise he will lose his primordial yang and will not be able to reach the Heavenly Realm.

Therefore, he avoided Lin Chaoying whenever possible.

He felt more guilty towards Lin Chaoying.

Of course, he wouldn't give up on defeating Lin Chaoying just because he felt guilty; at the very least, he wanted to defeat her now.

He was nearly twenty years older than Lin Chaoying, almost eighty years old, and about the same age as Wu Yazi.

Originally, Zhou Botong could have helped block him out and allowed him to hide away for a while in peace and quiet.

But looking at him today, I realize that my junior brother has become smarter and has learned to shirk his responsibilities.

To prevent the statue of Lü Zu from being destroyed and the Chongyang Palace from being rebuilt, he had no choice but to leave seclusion.

"Sect Leader Lin, why are you doing this?"

Wang Chongyang's voice drifted from afar, ethereal and elusive.

Lin Zhu looked ahead and saw what seemed to be a radiant sun slowly approaching, dispelling the chill of the snowy day.

The next moment, a Taoist priest with an otherworldly air appeared before everyone, looked at Lin Chaoying, and sighed.

"You finally decided to come out."

Lin Chaoying looked at Wang Chongyang and sneered. Today, she was carrying a sword, but it was not a divine weapon; it was just a wooden sword.

Chapter 163 Lin Chaoying: Little Bamboo, today your Thirteenth Aunt is pretending for you.

Yesterday's fight with Lin Zhu wasn't enough, so today I'm here to test my skills against Wang Chongyang.

Lin Chaoying said, "Wang Zhe, draw your sword."

Wang Chongyang sighed and said, "Sect Leader Lin, let's not talk about our past relationship. Even now, we're still neighbors. This fighting and killing is not a good influence, not to mention there's a young friend here."

He looked at Lin Zhu and said, "Young friend, do you think what this old Taoist priest said is right?"

Before Lin Zhu could reply, Lin Chaoying said, "If you don't want to fight, that's fine too. Let the Seven Masters of Quanzhen spar with my nephew and see which of our juniors is stronger."

Wang Chongyang sized up Lin Zhu and realized that he couldn't see through him, so he asked directly, "Young friend, how old are you, and what level of cultivation are you at?"

"I'll answer for him." Lin Chaoying didn't give Lin Zhu a chance to speak. She decided to play the part for Lin Zhu herself.

“My nephew Lin Zhu is fourteen years old this year. He is a Grandmaster in the late stage and his realm is at its peak. You seven Quanzhen disciples can come at him together. It doesn’t matter if you use the Big Dipper Formation.”

She generously took on all the responsibilities for Lin Zhu.

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen all took two steps back. They had only heard "Grandmaster level" and "Peak Realm," and the rest were just what they heard.

How can we fight like this? Are we going to risk our lives?

So he turned to look at Zhou Botong, who was hiding behind them. The Grandmaster should be the Grandmaster. After Zhou Botong created the Empty Fist and the Ambidextrous Technique, he also had the skill of a Grandmaster, the pinnacle of the realm.

Commonly known as the "halfway to the summit".

Zhou Botong got anxious, "What do you unfilial disciples mean? Would I, the Old Urchin, bully the young?" He also had the heart of a child, but he loved to play too much and couldn't calm down. Otherwise, he wouldn't still be at the peak of cultivating the Innate Skill.

Wang Chongyang, however, had much more to think about, "I'm talking about Chao Ying..."

"Shut up! How dare you call me Chaoying?" Lin Chaoying glared at him angrily. You old codger, you faked your death to avoid me back then, and after I found you, you immediately became a monk. I asked you to return to secular life three times, but you refused. Now you have the nerve to call me that?

"Call me Sect Leader Lin," she said coldly.

"Alright, Sect Leader Lin." Wang Chongyang had no choice. He was now the leader of the Quanzhen Sect. If he were to return to secular life, wouldn't he be ridiculed by the entire Taoist community?

This is absolutely unacceptable.

Moreover, he couldn't get over his own conscience.

“Young man…” He paused, then looked at Lin Zhu, “This isn’t right. You just said this is your nephew, not your niece?”

Lin Chaoying turned to look at Lin Zhu. If it weren't for what Tianshan Tonglao said, if Lin Zhu were standing in front of her now, she would only think that she was a stunningly beautiful woman.

His eyes widened in surprise for a moment, then he said, "How could I not know whether my own nephew is a boy or a girl?"

'This is what a boy looks like?' Wang Chongyang felt his horizons had broadened once again, and then asked, 'Is he really only fourteen years old?'

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen then realized, "Yes, only fourteen years old. What are we then? Are we already so old, living like a white-bearded dog?"

White-bearded dogs are a special breed of dog found in the Zhongnan Mountains. They are said to live to be 300 years old and are considered a highly yang tonic.

"That's right!" Lin Chaoying said with a smug look on her face, which she couldn't fake.

Wang Chongyang felt a sharp pain in his tooth, then said decisively, "Our Quanzhen Sect concedes defeat; we simply cannot compare."

He knew that even if all seven Quanzhen disciples attacked together, or even if the Old Urchin were added, they might not be able to defeat him.

With so many disciples and servants in the Quanzhen Sect, there must be many spies from other sects, or even secret agents from the imperial court. If all the core members were to besiege a fourteen-year-old child, the Quanzhen Sect would lose face in the whole world.

Not to mention they might even lose.

"You don't want to compete, huh? Fine, then you fight me." Lin Chaoying really wanted to fight Wang Chongyang.

Wang Chongyang was quite helpless and said, "I concede, okay?" He was already tired and didn't want to fight Lin Chaoying anymore, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to seek peace and quiet. He closed his eyes and said, "Kill me or torture me, it's up to you."

“Then you should renounce your vows,” Lin Chaoying said, her eyes lighting up.

Wang Chongyang opened his eyes wide and said, "Draw your sword!" He reached out and grabbed the sword from Qiu Chuji's back.

"Aaaaah!" Lin Chaoying cried out in exasperation, "I'll kill you!"