Martial Arts Crossover: My Wife is the Top Scholar

Chapter 133 Ziwei Transforms into a Dragon, Capturing the Ancient Sword Soul Alive!

"Young master, run! I'll hold them off!"

Gongye Qian charged desperately toward the Ancient Sword Soul, unleashing his life-threatening technique, the Remnant Yuan, to clash with the Ancient Sword Soul. His power was profound, and his mastery of palm techniques was extremely high.

Murong Fu, with disheveled hair and a flushed face, was determined to fight the god-like and demonic Gu Jianhun. Deng Baichuan and Bao Butong grabbed his waist and pulled him back.

The four retainers were as close as brothers and were by no means cowardly or treacherous. However, Gu Jianhun's martial arts skills were too high, and they were worried that the entire army would be wiped out.

Murong Fu is not yet married and has no children. If he dies here, the Murong family will be wiped out.

Not far away, Feng Bo'e lay on the ground, his chest softly dented, as if he had been trampled by an elephant.

Gu Jianhun, wielding a knife in one hand and a sword in the other, charged through the crowd. There were at least two or three hundred martial arts masters surrounding Gu Jianhun, and none of them could withstand a single blow.

Ancient Sword Soul could easily seize enemy weapons. No matter what the weapon was, he could make full use of its power. If a knife was chipped, he would seize a sword; if a sword was broken, he would seize a bronze staff.

These people were previously worried that Dugu Yihe and Abbess Miejue would seize the initiative, but now they most want to see Dugu Yihe, because the battlefield is just too tragic.

Gu Jianhun was covered in blood, his face was fierce, and his aura was like a demon. He was like a battle-hardened Asura, and he charged into the crowd without restraint, feeling more and more exhilarated as he killed.

"Waste! Waste! They are all waste!"

Where are the boy and girl dolls?

"Come out and fight me!"

"You bunch of useless trash, utterly pathetic!"

"You think you can steal the Tathagata Palm technique? I'm right here. Catch me and I can extract the secret formula for the Tathagata Palm from you. Come on! Attack me all at once!"

Gu Jianhun simultaneously slashed with his sword and saber, then casually flung them away. He held his right hand horizontally in front of his chest, with his index finger extended and his thumb, middle finger, ring finger, and little finger bent.

A wisp of flame rose from the Baihui acupoint of the ancient sword soul. The blazing fire grew rapidly with the wind, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a fire storm that covered ten feet. Then, it was absorbed by the palm force and swept into a glassy Buddha lamp, transforming into hundreds of palm forces.

Tathagata's Palm - Golden Top Buddha Lamp!

The Golden Summit of Mount Emei is a sacred Buddhist site. Using this move on Mount Emei amplifies the power of the palm technique several times over.

One after another, figures were sent flying by the force of the palm strike.

Murong Fu was also within the range of the palm strike.

Seeing the powerful attack coming, Murong Fu used all his strength to activate the Star Shift technique, trying to deflect the palm strike.

Leveraging external forces to achieve maximum effect with minimal effort.

"Skillful application" is always a delicate art, and its requirements for foundation are no less than those for brute force.

With Murong Fu's foundation, how could he possibly withstand the overwhelming momentum of the Ancient Sword Soul? With two cracking sounds, his wrist bones broke, and he was blasted seven or eight feet away by a single palm strike.

Just as Gu Jianhun was about to deliver the finishing blow, a rope was tied around Murong Fu's waist and pulled him away. This person was extremely fast and used the technique of crossing the river on a reed.

Gu Jianhun, his fighting spirit surging, was about to give chase when the black-clad man who had rescued Murong Fu flicked his finger and threw out two Thunderfire Bombs, the bombs coated with medicinal powder.

It is neither poison nor a drug, but a drug that drives people mad, making them like wild beasts, making them unable to feel pain, and also slightly increasing their strength and speed to a certain extent.

The man in black only wanted to rescue Murong Fu; everyone else was just cannon fodder, buying them time.

Sure enough, as the medicinal powder spread, martial arts practitioners were all affected, their eyes red as they rushed towards the Ancient Sword Soul.

Gu Jianhun snatched a bronze staff and a nine-section whip, roaring to the sky, "Since you bastards are courting death, then all of you shall die!"

……

"boom!"

Murong Fu was thrown to the ground by the man in black.

The man in black rebuked, "Murong Fu, do you still remember your dream? Have you achieved it?"

"I have not……"

Do you have a son?

"How can you have children if you're not married yet?"

"Your subordinates were fighting for your survival, why didn't you run away? Why did you fight to the death with the Ancient Sword Soul?"

"I'm willing! Is that not allowed?"

“Your grandfather had a son, so he could fight to the death with the enemy. Your father had a son, so he could give his life for his dream. You have no son. If you die here, the Murong clan will be extinct.”

"I...they are my brothers!"

"Wrong! They are your subordinates! You are their master! It is only right that they die for you! You should run away quickly and avenge them later!"

The man in black's words grew increasingly sinister.

Murong Fu smiled bitterly, "Revenge? What right do I have to seek revenge against Gu Jianhun? Who am I? How can the Murong family's martial arts defeat the Tathagata Palm?"

"Waste! Waste! Waste!"

The man in black slapped Murong Fu across the face.

"Who told you that the 'Shifting Stars' technique is insignificant? The ancestors of the Murong family were all martial arts masters. Murong Chui, the Northern Overlord Spear, swept across the world, and Murong Longcheng was invincible. It's not that the family's martial arts are inferior, but that you are utterly useless!"

"My father...never taught me...Senior knows about the Murong family, could you be a relative of yours?"

Murong Fu looked at the man in black with anticipation.

The man in black said, "I received some favors from the Murong family in the past, and I have come to repay them!"

"Murong Fu thanks you for saving my life, senior..."

Before the last two words could be uttered, Murong Fu suddenly flicked his hair. During the previous battle against Gu Jianhun, Murong Fu's crown was shattered, and his hair was disheveled. Thousands of strands of hair suddenly attacked the man in black. The man in black never expected that Murong Fu would attack him. In his haste, he had no time to retreat or dodge and could only use the Star Shift technique to deflect the force.

Unbeknownst to the man in black, after his defeat by Li Zhaoting, Murong Fu diligently practiced swordsmanship and created a new sword technique based on Li Zhaoting's sword moves resembling thousands of weeping willows, specifically for surprise attacks.

While the shifting of stars and the changing of the seasons were indeed ingenious, they could not completely deflect the force of the attack from the thousands of strands of hair. The mask of the man in black was destroyed, revealing his hawk-like and wolf-like face.

Murong Fu exclaimed in surprise, "Father, you..."

Murong Fu never expected that the man in black who rescued him was actually his own father who had been dead for twenty years.

Murong Bo was not angry. Instead, he looked at Murong Fu with satisfaction: "Without this sword, you would indeed be a piece of trash. Now, you have proven yourself."

After the incident at Daxiangguo Temple, Murong Bo knew that his feigned death would soon be exposed. The reason he wore a mask when meeting Murong Fu was to test him.

If Murong Fu couldn't remove his mask and recognize him as Murong Bo, he wouldn't take the initiative to acknowledge him. Murong Bo would have gone mad long ago in his quest to become emperor.

"Father, why did you fake your death?"

"Because what I did back then has been discovered. If I don't fake my death, the other party will inform the court, and when the court's army arrives, the Murong clan will surely be destroyed."

"Dad's here to steal the Buddha's Palm technique?"

"I'm here to check your martial arts skills."

"I have disappointed my father."

Murong Fu knelt down skillfully.

Murong Fu received rigorous parenting education from a young age.

There are twelve two-hour periods in a day. Four hours are used for practicing martial arts, four hours for reading and learning to read, and four hours for eating and sleeping. No free time is allowed.

If Murong Fu wanted to go out and relax, he would be severely punished, forced to kneel in the ancestral hall and recite the family rules while being beaten.

That's the problem.

Murong Fu was instilled with the idea of ​​restoring his country from a young age. He thought the Yan state was the best, wanted to learn Xianbei culture, and looked down on Han culture, having no intention of learning it at all.

However, the Xianbei culture was wiped out!

Almost no historical records have been passed down.

Even highly respected Confucian scholars in their eighties or nineties at the Hanlin Academy probably wouldn't recognize the Xianbei script.

What does this amount to?

To force someone who absolutely hates school to attend classes and achieve good grades, and to subject them to a series of beatings if their grades drop even slightly.

Here we should try to salvage Murong Fu's reputation a little.

Murong Fu was not illiterate.

Murong Fu was skilled in calligraphy and could write in various styles. He could also hold his own against Su Xinghe in chess. When the Western Xia was recruiting a son-in-law, he was confident that he would be no match for anyone in terms of literary talent!
Murong Bo said with exasperation, "Why are you kneeling down? Do I need you to kneel? You need to recover from your injuries as soon as possible, and then practice your martial arts diligently. In the years I have lived in seclusion in the martial world, I have created several profound martial arts. Once you have mastered these martial arts, you will surely be able to lead the world."

"Dad! I will try my best!"

"Fu'er, if we, father and son, join forces, we will be able to restore the Great Yan sooner or later. Over the years, I have traveled abroad and made many allies, secretly building up a force. These will be yours sooner or later, so you must pull yourself together!"

"Dad, you've worked so hard!"

"For the sake of Great Yan, I would gladly die a thousand deaths!"

"A devil! A devil! He's a devil!"

The drug Murong Bo used was not the kind of drug that could disintegrate the Heavenly Demon, such as "Heavenly Light," so its effect was very limited. As the killings increased, the martial arts community was awakened.

Watching the ancient sword spirits, which resembled ferocious beasts from the distant past, scramble and crawl away, they wished their parents had given them two more legs. Some even knelt down and begged for mercy, some even kneeling down and calling the other "father."

Ancient Sword Soul wouldn't care about any of that.

All he wanted was to kill! Kill! Kill everything!
Only killing can calm his mind.

Only killing can make him find himself again.

"Whoosh!"

A sword aura shot towards the ancient sword spirit.

Li Zhaoting floated down from mid-air.

"Sorry, the treatment is two days late!"

"Good lad, you've finally arrived!"

Excitement appeared on Gu Jianhun's blood-soaked face.

The martial arts practitioners, seeing their savior, looked at Li Zhaoting with great anticipation, hoping he would win.

“Ancient Sword Soul, in your current state, if we fight for a thousand moves, you definitely won’t be able to hold on. I don’t like to take advantage of others, so let’s settle this in three moves.”

“Li Zhaoting, I have been fighting for so long, and my killing intent has reached its limit. I just need an outlet. If we decide the winner in three moves, you may very well be killed by me.”

"Don't make promises you can't keep."

"In that case, let's do it!"

Ancient Sword Soul formed hand seals, and Buddha's light shone everywhere.

Tathagata's Palm - Buddha Moves Mountains and Rivers!

A vast, boundless aura of powerful energy, like a devastating hurricane on a boundless ocean, swept towards Li Zhaoting with unstoppable force.

The blood energy and baleful aura surrounding the Ancient Sword Soul were completely fused together, like a boiling blood pool in hell. Whirlpools formed in the air, making the surrounding air hundreds of times heavier and as viscous as mercury. Every move required a hundred times the effort, and the entire body was firmly locked, with no way to go up to heaven or down to earth.

Holding the Purple Rose Soft Sword, Li Zhaoting calmly looked at the Ancient Sword Soul, his aura extremely calm, letting the surging palm force flow as if it were a gentle breeze and bright moon brushing his face.

With a light and upright posture, chest relaxed and back straight, waist loosened and hips drooping, shoulders relaxed and elbows dropped, hands slowly open, assuming the posture of a white crane spreading its wings, the Purple Star Soft Sword hovering in mid-air.

One blade severes the throat; a hundred-step flying sword!
Gu Jianhun laughed wildly: "Li Zhaoting, you've used this move before, do you want to use it a second time?"

Li Zhaoting said, "Senior, rest assured, I have never used the same move before in my life. If you use your experience from five days ago to counter this move, you may very well lose your head!"

"In that case..."

“…Take it!”

Ancient Sword Soul thrust out with both hands, unleashing a powerful attack.

A powerful, destructive gale, with the force to push mountains and lift cauldrons, surged forth with overwhelming force.

The sky and clouds changed color, mountains collapsed and the earth cracked, and the ground was cracked with centipede-like marks, the deepest of which was more than two feet deep.

Li Zhaoting opened his eyes wide and shot out his sword.

The Purple Star transforms into a dragon; the Milky Way seems to turn as a thousand sails dance!
The Purple Rose Soft Sword seemed to come alive, swirling within the palm strike, like a skilled butcher carving up an ox, penetrating the space between the blades with ease, and like a high-speed spinning flywheel, gradually eroding the palm strike.

"Roar~~"

Li Zhaoting charged headlong at Gu Jianhun.

A golden light flashed across his right hand, and the Vajra Fist slammed heavily onto the sword hilt. The Purple Star Soft Sword shot out like an arrow, heading straight for the Ancient Sword Soul's heart.

Gu Jianhun dodged to the side, but Li Zhaoting's sword was too fast. His chest was cut open by the sword's edge, and a large amount of blood spurted out. Li Zhaoting raised two fingers and, with a series of snapping sounds, sealed Gu Jianhun's acupoints.

Sunflower Acupuncture Technique!
Fingers swift as the wind, movement as fast as lightning!
Ancient Sword Soul could no longer dodge; his true essence was sealed in his dantian by the finger force, and his strength was completely exhausted.

Upon seeing Li Zhaoting capture Gu Jianhun, some people immediately tried to use moral blackmail, demanding that Li Zhaoting hand over Gu Jianhun, or simply kill Gu Jianhun, so that if they couldn't get the Tathagata Palm, they couldn't let someone else get it.

Some even thought, "If we hadn't depleted the Ancient Sword Soul's true energy, could you have defeated it? You're just getting a freebie, why should you keep it all for yourself?"

These people didn't have time to voice their thoughts.

Because Li Zhaoting was carrying the Ancient Sword Soul and rushing straight up to Emei, Li Shengnan stopped these people: "I know what you're thinking, you want to take advantage of the situation."

At this point, Li Shengnan's voice turned fierce: "It takes skill to pick up bargains. Let me see what you rabble are capable of!"

"We just want to... young lady, Gu Jianhun killed my friend, and I want to kill him to avenge him!"

The speaker was none other than Tian Guinong, who had previously followed Jiang Biehe up the mountain. This guy had the audacity to stay in Emei, hoping to get a share of the spoils. When it came to seizing benefits, Tian Guinong was incredibly shameless.

In order to obtain the treasure map, Tian Guinong used his good looks to seduce Miao Renfeng's wife. He was scheming and plotting, and he was willing to do anything as long as he had enough strength.

Tian Guinong flashed a typical scumbag smile.

In terms of appearance, Tian Guinong is very charming.

Unfortunately, Li Shengnan had seen even more charming men.

Compared to Li Zhaoting, Tian Guinong is just a showy chicken, only good for making soup.

"Your good friend was killed by Gu Jianhun?"

"All my friends are dead!"

"If that's the case, how come you're not dead?"

"I……"

"I've heard that true brothers don't necessarily have to be born on the same day, month, and year, but they do have to die on the same day, month, and year. Are you perhaps afraid of death and don't value brotherhood?"

Li Shengnan killed him by destroying his spirit.

Tian Guinong never talked about brotherhood. He had betrayed his friends and stabbed them in the back dozens of times, but he could only do these things in private and could not talk about them in public.

“Young lady, you misunderstand. I am by no means a shameless coward who fears death. It’s just that my brothers died tragically, leaving behind orphans and widows. These people need my care.”

"That's simple. Shen Qinghong will build a Righteousness Tower in Emei and send them over. Then you can just die. What other reason do you need?"

"Girl, I..."

"My patience is very limited. You should know who I am. If you anger me, I will go and attack each and every one of you. Do you think I can't do that?"

Li Shengnan drew a mark on the ground.

"Those who cross the line will die!"

Li Shengnan looked at these people with a cold smile.

A mob is no match for a single blow.

Their courage was destroyed by the Ancient Sword Soul.

Who would dare draw their sword against Li Shengnan!

……

Emei.

Gu Jianhun was imprisoned.

He had no problem with that.

Li Zhaoting defeated him head-on using fair and square methods; a win is a win, and a loss is a loss. Li Zhaoting's tactics were very inspiring to Gu Jianhun.

Gu Jianhun had long wanted to come to the Emei Sect.

Paying respects to Sun Jinling.

All these years later, the only time Gu Jianhun ever regretted something in his life was when he let Sun Jinling down.

What about Sun Biyun?

Ancient Sword Soul has already forgotten her!
　Murong Fu was not illiterate:

　　Original text: A'Zhu said in a low voice: "Don't forget that you are Young Master Murong. My young master can write in various styles of calligraphy, so I can't tell if these characters were written by him or not."

　　Original text: Murong Fu knew perfectly well... When it came to appearance, character, literary talent, and martial arts, there was probably no young man in the world who could surpass him.

　　The original text reads: "He then thought, 'In martial arts alone, I can already overwhelm all others. Now that the princess wants to test my literary talent, I am even more in the lead.'"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)