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

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[Ding! Detected that Liu Ruoxin is the first to start a live stream, gaining three years of cultivation.]

Liu Ruoxin blinked. "Is that even possible?" she thought, a surge of joy welling up inside her.

Emei's Most Outstanding (IP Shaolin): I'm here too, why didn't I activate it?

Liu Ruoxin: You're here too, where are you?

[Ding! Live stream started. Chat group closed. Bullet comments enabled. Group members can chat in the bullet comments.]

Emei's Most Outstanding (IP Shaolin): I'm here, my master is Abbess Miejue.

Lin Zhu looked up at the sky; the live stream was projected onto his retina, and looking at the sky was the best thing to do.

Little Dragon Girl said, "Brother, this screen is so small!" She was looking straight ahead, so of course it was small.

"Come on, brother will take you to the mountain, just to look at the sky." Lin Zhu said, picking up Xiaolongnu and jumping onto the big dumpling's back. "Lin Zhao, let's go to the top of the mountain."

"Yes, Master." The big dumpling was about to run up the mountain.

"I'm going too." Shang Xiufang and Li Mochou came out of the ancient tomb and jumped on it.

The three of them sat side by side, and when they got to the top of the mountain, they lay down on the back of the big dumpling, which was a bit cramped.

On the left is Shang Xiufang, on the right is Li Mochou, and on top of them lies a little dragon girl.

A red figure appeared. "You four are having a good time."

Lin Chaoying has arrived. She just came out of seclusion and took a bath in the pool before appearing here.

"Master, there are no seats left," Li Mochou said.

"Mo Chou, you're so filial, you'll definitely have a place as your master, right? Make way, let your master squeeze in."

As Lin Chaoying spoke, she pushed Li Mochou aside, making her lie down on Lin Zhu's right side.

It's even more crowded now.

A delicate fragrance wafted from Lin Chaoying; she had just finished taking a bath.

Liu Ruoxin: Are you the woman in the light green dress? You are very beautiful.

Emei's Most Beautiful (IP Shaolin): It's me, my name is Zhou Zhiruo.

[Ding! Detected that Zhou Zhiruo has revealed her identity and gained half a year's worth of cultivation.]

Lin Zhu turned his gaze, and the screen followed his gaze, allowing him to look wherever he wanted. He saw Zhou Zhiruo, but didn't pay much attention to her.

Instead, it overlooks the entire Shaoshi Mountain, including the interior of Shaolin Temple.

Lin Zhu: Have you guys noticed? You can look wherever you want.

Zhao Min: You found out a long time ago, why are you only finding out now?

Huang Rong: That's right, that's right, my little brother can be a bit silly sometimes.

"Hahaha!" Lin Chaoying reached out and patted Lin Zhu's head.

When Lin Zhu tried to look inside the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Pavilion, he found that he couldn't get in no matter what he tried.

[Ding, this area is temporarily closed.]

Okay, he gave up and then observed the martial arts practitioners present.

Zhou Zhiruo was born with a refined and elegant appearance, and was also a peerless beauty.

Standing in front of her was Abbess Miejue, who was rather old and only at the peak of the Grandmaster level. She held a sword in her hand, though it was unclear whether it was the Heaven-Reliant Sword.

Among the divine weapons of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the Heaven-Slaying Sword is listed, but its owner is the Zhou royal family.

In other words, the sword in Miejue's hand was not the Heaven Sword.

Next to Miejue is Master Shenxi of the Emei Taoist sect, and the three men and four women should be the Three Heroes and Four Beauties.

Lin Zhu glanced at the Four Beauties of Emei. Well, they were decent-looking, but not quite as good-looking as Zhou Zhiruo.

Among them, Sun Xiuqing is the most beautiful, but she is still not as beautiful as Zhou Zhiruo.

Therefore, it's not wrong that Zhou Zhiruo's eyebrows are the most beautiful.

On the screen, lines of text appeared, but because there weren't many people, they weren't very dense.

Zhao Min: The young lady is quite pretty! @Zhou Zhiruo

Huang Rong: I also think she's pretty good, prettier than Zhao Min.

Zhao Min: Get lost, I'm prettier than you.

Huang Rong: Hmph, let my little brother judge who is prettier between us.

Zhao Min: He's closer to you, so of course he'll side with you!

Wu Xingyun: Alright, you two, what are you comparing? You're not the prettiest in the group.

Lin Chaoying: Hahaha, the prettiest one in the group is lying next to me now.

Huang Rong: What?

Zhang San Niang: Senior, you can't be serious, can you?

Lin Chaoying: What are you thinking about? We're lying on Da Tuanzi's back, and Xiufang is next to him.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

On Shaoshi Mountain, Zhou Zhiruo blushed slightly; the conversation in the group was truly embarrassing.

Li Canghai: You guys, tone it down a bit. Even Zhiruo is blushing.

Liu Ruoxin: Let me see, she really is blushing.

Zhou Zhiruo: Oh dear, please stop making fun of me.

"Junior Sister Zhiruo, why is your face so red?" A woman next to Zhou Zhiruo asked.

Abbess Miejue turned around and asked, "Zhiruo, are you feeling unwell?"

Zhou Zhiruo possesses innate strength and, at only seventeen years old, has already been regarded as her successor, hence her great concern.

The person who spoke earlier was Ding Minjun, who was of average good looks and was extremely jealous of Zhou Zhiruo, so she deliberately wanted to embarrass her.

Unexpectedly, Abbess Miejue's first reaction was concern; she felt extremely resentful.

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"Master, I'm fine. Thank you for your concern." Zhou Zhiruo spoke gently and softly, which was endearing.

Liu Ruoxin: Zhiruo is so gentle!

Zhou Zhiruo blushed even more after being praised; she was slightly socially awkward.

There are also some people in the group who are socially anxious, such as Huang Rong, Zhao Min, and Wanwan, but they are social terrorists.

Most people in the group envied Liu Ruoxin; three years of cultivation was something no one had received in a long time.

The sound of horses' hooves rose and fell.

The main characters finally arrived, led by Xiao Yuanshan, accompanied by Xiao Feng, a Tibetan monk, a burly man with a gun, and a somewhat sinister-looking young man.

Liu Ruoxin introduced in the bullet comments: People from Beiyuan have arrived: Xiao Yuanshan, Xiao Feng, Pang Ban, Tie Yan, and Jinlun.

Besides them, he also brought over a hundred men, all of them plump and strong, clearly elite soldiers.

Inside Shaolin Temple, the Northern Yuan National Preceptor Phagpa and Emperor Yuan's younger brother Sihanfei happened to block the Shaolin Temple's land immortals and several Heavenly Realm experts.

"Gentlemen, let them handle these matters themselves. What do you think?"

"Amitabha!" Outside the Sutra Repository, an unnamed old monk replied while sweeping the floor, "This old monk is just a sweeper, the Imperial Preceptor is overthinking it."

On the back mountain, four centenarian monks said to Si Hanfei, "We will not leave the back mountain."

The Vajra Subduing Demon Formation, backed by the Bodhidharma Cave, is a formidable force when these four work together, comparable to terrestrial immortals.

Phagpa sat down cross-legged, while Sihanfei stood on the boundary line between the back mountain and the front, keeping to themselves.

On the Shaolin side, all the Shaolin masters, including Xuanci, Fangzheng, Kongjian, and Wuse, were mobilized.

Xuanci was the abbot, and the others were all senior elders, some of whom were even more powerful than Xuanci.

For example, Kongjian has perfected the Twelve Barriers Golden Bell Cover, making him a top-tier master who has formed an indestructible Vajra body.

At Shaoshi Mountain Square, Xiao Yuanshan and his entourage dismounted and turned to look at Xuan Ci, their eyes like those of a hawk.

He pointed and said, "Xuanci, today I have come to avenge the murder of my wife outside Yanmen Pass. Come out and face your death."

Before Xuan Ci could answer, Xuan Ji stepped forward and said, "You are a Northern Yuan Tartar, yet you dare to act so presumptuously at my Shaoshi Mountain. Fellow martial artists, please lend a helping hand to Shaolin."

Xuan Ci remained silent.

"Hahahaha!" Xiao Yuanshan looked around. "I've come here only for revenge. Are you all going to stop me?"

Having said that, he exuded an aura of unparalleled power. It was unclear what he had eaten, as he was only a Grandmaster last year.

Xiao Feng remained silent, letting out a dragon's roar, unleashing the aura of a Grandmaster. However, his cultivation level was far beyond that of a Grandmaster, somewhat resembling Lin Zhu's previous Grandmaster state.

It can only be said that he truly deserves the title of martial arts god of war; apart from his insufficient skill level, his cultivation in realm is incredibly fast.

Then there are Pang Ban and Tie Yan, who are also at the pinnacle.

Jinlun is a Grandmaster.

There were five experts in total. Apart from the Old Urchin and Hong Qigong, the others who came to Shaoshi Mountain to attend the meeting were basically all Grandmasters.

How dare I step forward and pluck the tiger's whiskers?

Didn't you see which direction the imperial court was heading? Why aren't the people from the Western Depot moving at all?

Seeing that no one reacted, Xuan Ci had no choice but to step forward and say, "Amitabha, Elder Xiao, I was also deceived by villains back then, which led to this human tragedy."

"Hahahaha! A villain has been deceived, a truly deceitful villain!" Xiao Yuanshan laughed, then turned and scanned the martial arts heroes. His gaze settled on his target, "Ye Erniang, do you want to know where your son is?"

"What?" Ye Erniang was shocked. Ignoring Duan Yanqing's obstruction, she rushed out of the crowd. "Who are you? You know where my son is, right? Tell me."

"Hahaha!" Xiao Yuanshan laughed again, "Your son? Then tell me, whose son is he?

The voice sounded very familiar, and Ye Erniang panicked, instinctively looking in Xuan Ci's direction.