Simultaneous travel: all abstract fun people

Chapter 265 The Prince Consort of Dali Picks Up a Mongol Princess
Ah Zi skipped and hopped forward, revealing an innocent smile:
"Come on, line up properly. Don't push or grab. Everyone gets a share."

Upon hearing this, the disciples of Xingxiu turned pale instantly and all tried to run away.

But the moment they had that thought, an invisible gravity enveloped their entire bodies.

They couldn't even move their fingers.

They could only watch helplessly as Azi walked over with a grin, each of them pressing their hands to their chests.

Then, I started to inhale deeply.

One by one, streams of internal energy were drawn from their bodies.

Someone couldn't help but cry out, "Senior Sister Zi, have mercy!"

Azi sighed as she inhaled, "I already told you, from now on you must call me Grandmaster, and you're not allowed to call me Senior Sister anymore."

Master Kongzhi stood to one side, his hands clasped together in prayer:

"Amitabha Buddha, this is very good."

"Eliminate the root of evil without harming lives."

"However, the cultivation technique that Benefactor Azi practices absorbs people's internal energy, which is extremely similar to the 'Star Absorbing Technique' of the Sun Moon Divine Sect."

"It's best not to practice such evil and demonic arts, as they harm both yourself and others."

Upon hearing this, Azi rolled her eyes: "What do you know, you bald monk?"

"This is the authentic 'Northern Darkness Divine Art,' not that kind of trash that can cause you to go astray."

Roger simply smiled calmly:
"Master, don't worry."

"This is the martial art of the reclusive sect, the Xiaoyao Sect, a genuine Taoist divine skill."

"It is by no means any evil cult or heretical practice."

He paused, then added, "Furthermore, whether something is good or evil ultimately depends on the person."

"Just like the Yi Jin Jing of Shaolin Temple, if it falls into the hands of a good person, it will strengthen the body and improve health; if it falls into the hands of a bad person, it will become a tool for murder and robbery."

"The key is not the technique itself, but the user."

Upon hearing this, Master Kongzhi was speechless.

Roger used their Shaolin Temple's signature martial art, the Yi Jin Jing, as an example, which made Roger very unhappy.

But just as he was about to retort, he remembered Roger's strength and immediately shut his mouth.

After all, reasoning can't always prevail over physics.

But this Master Luo's fists are far more powerful than his reasoning.

……

After dealing with the Xingxiu Sect members, Roger and his group escorted Ding Chunqiu and marched in a grand procession toward Leigu Mountain.

After traveling for another half month, the group finally left the Tibetan territory and entered the Mongol Yuan territory.

On this day, as soon as they stepped onto a vast grassland, before they could even catch their breath, a deafening sound of horses' hooves came from afar.

Hundreds of fully armed Mongol cavalrymen surged in like a tide, surrounding them completely.

Kongzhi immediately ordered the Shaolin disciples to form a battle formation and prepare for battle.

Just as the two sides were locked in a standoff, the cavalry suddenly parted, and a figure slowly rode out.

He was a dashing young man dressed in brocade robes, with handsome features and an extraordinary demeanor.

Azi's eyes lit up the moment she saw the man: "Brother-in-law, that person looks just like me!"

"Is he my long-lost brother?"

Upon hearing this, Roger's lips curled into a slight smile, and he narrowed his eyes as he sized up the young man, already forming a judgment in his mind:
She was dressed as a man and had an outstanding appearance.

If it's not Zhao Min, then who else could it be?
Master Kongzhi stepped forward, his tone serious: "Who are you, and why are you blocking our way?"

“We are martial arts practitioners from the Central Plains and have no connection with the Mongol elements. Please make way for us.”

Zhao Min listened and was about to explain.

Roger, however, spoke first, offering a faint smile:
"I've heard that the Prince of Ruyang of the Mongol Yuan Dynasty has a daughter who was granted the title of Princess Shaomin. Is that you?"

Zhao Min was slightly taken aback, then smiled sweetly, a hint of appreciation flashing in her eyes:
"As expected of the Prince Consort of Dali, Master Luo, you have actually heard of me."

“That’s right, I am Princess Shaomin of the Ruyang Prince’s Mansion.”

Before she could finish speaking, the people around her suddenly realized, "So it was a woman."

"No wonder it looks so good."

Zhao Min gently tugged at the reins, took a step forward, and her voice was clear and melodious:
"Since Master Luo knows my identity, he must also understand why I am waiting here today."

"The reason I stopped you all this time is not out of hostility."

"Instead, I am acting on my father's orders to invite Master Luo to the Prince of Ruyang's residence for a chat."

Roger raised an eyebrow: "Oh?"

"What does the Prince of Ruyang want with me?"

Zhao Min smiled slightly, her tone as gentle as a spring breeze:
"Master Luo is the son-in-law of the Dali royal family and is highly regarded by them."

"He was also a close friend of the Tibetan National Preceptor."

"We, the Mongol Yuan dynasty, have long wanted to establish friendly relations with Dali and Tibet."

"The reason I invited you to the Prince's residence is for this very matter."

Roger smiled upon hearing this, a knowing glint in his eyes:
So they were after me.

He thought Zhao Min was going to arrest people from the six major sects and was just taking him along.

Before Roger could reply, Master Kongzhi stepped forward, clasped his hands together, and said:
"Since the princess is looking for Benefactor Luo, then this humble monk and the Shaolin disciples will take our leave first."

Zhao Min chuckled softly, her tone still gentle and charming: "Master Kongzhi, please wait."

"I have invited the other five factions to be guests at the Prince of Ruyang's residence."

"We're just waiting for Shaolin to come and reunite with us."

Upon hearing this, Kong Zhi's expression immediately changed.

This isn't an invitation, this is kidnapping.

Roger looked at Zhao Min and said with disappointment, "So the princess didn't specifically invite me."

Zhao Min smiled and said, "What's wrong, Master Luo? Are you disappointed?"

"If that is the case, then when we arrive at the Prince of Ruyang's residence, I will certainly apologize."

Roger shrugged. "A little."

He had barely finished speaking when Zhao Min suddenly leaped off her horse and landed straight in Roger's arms.

Her eyes were wide open, her body stiff, as if someone had acupunctured her, and she couldn't even struggle.

The surrounding Mongol cavalry erupted in chaos: "Protect the princess!"

"Quickly, save the princess!"

"Anyone who dares to lay a finger on our princess, I'll make their entire family pay with their lives!"

Several martial arts masters immediately rushed out from the cavalry and charged straight at Roger.

They were the Two Elders of Xuanming and the Eight Heroes of Divine Arrows.

Just as they were about to approach Roger, an invisible force swept out.

The two elders of Xuanming felt a tightness in their chests, and their bodies flew backward like kites with broken strings, crashing into the Eight Heroes of Divine Arrows and scattering them to pieces as they landed.

Zhao Min was trapped in Roger's arms and unable to move, but she still maintained her composure.

She looked at Roger, her tone slightly provocative: "I originally thought that Master Luo was a gentleman, how could he lay a hand on a young woman like me?"

Roger chuckled upon hearing this: "What? You can't hit a woman?"

"I've already sent Ye Erniang away without a second thought."

"You're actually doing alright."

"At least I'm still alive to hear what I have to say."

Zhao Min bit her lip, her eyes darting around, and changed her attack angle:
"Master Luo is the prince consort of Dali, yet he's now so intimately involved with this young lady..."

"Aren't you afraid of incurring the displeasure of the Dali royal family?"

Roger glanced down at her, a slight smile playing on his lips:

“If the princess is willing, I would not mind becoming the Golden Knife Prince Consort of your Mongol Yuan dynasty.”

(End of this chapter)