Martial Arts Crossover: My Wife is the Top Scholar

Chapter 140 Celestial Immortal VS Tathagata's Divine Light
Infiltrating the Prince's mansion was no easy task.

The Prince's Palace has a total of 627 guards, divided into three shifts of 209 men each. They are all elite Imperial Guards, and those nine men are the captains.

This is an open sentry post.

There were 106 hidden sentries, all of whom were martial arts masters recruited by Zhao Yuanyan, mainly from the Hainan Sword Sect, as well as the Eagle Claw Sect, Qingcheng Sect, and Goryeo Qinglong Sect.

There are fifty-four guards protecting the treasure vault.

These guards were lay disciples of Shaolin, proficient in the Shaolin Eighteen Arhats Formation, and skilled in forming formations for encirclement attacks.

A master thief can use his disguise skills to impersonate a royal guard, but it's very difficult for him to impersonate a treasure vault guard.

Bald head, ordination scars, internal energy cultivation, sandalwood scent!

If any part of the defenses reveals a weakness, the guards will notice and then form a defensive formation to attack, either surrounding and killing the enemy or shooting them with crossbows.

That's right, the guards of the Prince's Palace were equipped with crossbows.

Zhao Zhen granted special permission to issue twenty-seven powerful crossbows, which were then used by the twenty-seven captains of the Prince's Palace guards.

Dressed in night clothes, Li Zhaoting calmly surveyed the surrounding buildings, recalling the map of the Prince's Palace in his mind. He quickly located the treasure vault and stealthily made his way there.

Li Zhaoting had inquired with Tianxiang and learned that the royal treasury was made of thick, heavy bluestone, resembling a giant stone coffin. The entrance was a large iron gate, which would be difficult to break through even with divine weapons.

What's even more difficult is the guarding of the treasure vault.

These guards were also divided into three groups, working in shifts day and night to guard the treasury. The eighteen bald heads, shiny with oil, resembled eighteen light bulbs, reflecting the lanterns and candlelight, illuminating most of the palace.

There are no ways to enter the treasure vault from above, left, right, front, or back. To sneak into the treasure vault, you must enter from underground and dig an underground tunnel.

Digging tunnels is not a difficult task.

This was especially true for Jin Jiuling.

Find a few tomb raiders in the prison, and you can quickly dig a long underground tunnel. Then kill all the people in the tunnel to silence them, and even the gods won't find out.

Li Zhaoting leaped down from the rooftop, using a secret technique taught by his master to conceal his aura. Just as he was about to test the Eighteen Arhats Formation, he noticed someone in the distance.

He wore a white robe, had a fair complexion and a light beard, bright eyes, and a handsome appearance. He held a sword in his hand.

Before the sword was even drawn, its intent already enveloped the palace.

Lord Ye Gucheng of Baiyun City!
The young prince's swordsmanship teacher.

The Prince's First Guard.

The final checkpoint guarding the treasure vault.

The two looked into each other's eyes.

Without a word, their energies clashed fiercely.

Li Zhaoting extended his left index finger upwards, bending the rest of his fingers towards his palm, with his thumb resting on the outside. He bent his right index finger, with the rest of his fingers also bending towards his palm, and clasped his left index finger together, forming the Wisdom Fist Mudra. A dazzling golden Buddhist light flashed behind him, illuminating the night sky. He then joined his fingers together to form a sword, and a sword beam condensed at his fingertips.

The Buddha's divine light is boundless, and the Buddha's teachings are limitless!

The moment the sword light took shape at his fingertips, a piercing sword aura emanated from the opposite rooftop. The sword light, like a flash of lightning, pierced towards Li Zhaoting's chest. It was formed before the move was even made, and its essence remained after the move was made. It used the ultimate hardness to achieve the ultimate softness, and the unchanging to achieve the ever-changing. It perfectly integrated the swordsman's own essence, energy, and spirit into the brilliant sword light.

Swordsmanship, sword edge, sword energy, sword intent, and lightness skill are perfectly integrated, as fast as lightning, blocking all follow-up moves. With a flash of sword light, the sword edge has arrived. You either offer your neck to be slaughtered or fight to the death to receive the attack. Even with unparalleled lightness skill that allows one to soar to the sky, one cannot avoid Ye Gucheng's unparalleled sword strike. Cowardice will only lead to death.

Flying fairy from heaven!

The most beautiful, the fastest, and the most magnificent sword.

This sword strike showed absolutely no mercy.

Ye Gucheng never showed mercy to anyone.

Driven by the flow of Qi, the Buddha's divine light shot out.

"boom!"

The two sword energies collided in mid-air, accompanied by a thunderous explosion. A dazzling sword energy lotus bloomed in the air, followed by a series of swishes as hundreds of sword energies rained down on the ground. A long crack appeared in the ground, extending all the way to the surrounding houses. Another explosion followed, and the houses were reduced to ruins.

"Clap!"

Ye Gucheng landed gently on the ground.

The Qi flow was calm and undamaged.

"Hoohoo!"

Li Zhaoting blew on his fingertips, his left hand somehow retracting to his waist, ready to draw his sword at any moment.

"Li Zhaoting? Where's your Purple Rose Soft Sword?"

“My Purple Star Soft Sword is the Demon-Subduing Holy Sword. It will not be drawn unless we encounter evil spirits or heretics. If it must be drawn, one of us will die.”

That sounds very awkward.

Ordinary people might not understand this sentence, but Ye Gucheng does; he understands it better than Li Zhaoting.

The core of the Ziwei Soft Sword is to uphold righteousness and defend the Way, specifically to deal with evil and heretical forces. If forced to fight, it can only be a fight to the death between two swordsmen to see who is better.

"Buddha Sword? Truly a peerless genius!"

"A celestial being descending from the heavens is the ultimate perfection."

There is no absolute perfection in the world.

"Martial artists have no end to their pursuit of beauty. During the Sui and Tang Dynasties, there was a grandmaster of swordsmanship whose appearance was extremely ugly, but he spent his whole life pursuing perfection."

"Fu Cailin?"

"You are different from him."

"What's the difference?"

"You're more handsome than him."

"Is this considered a difference?"

"Of course, appearance can affect swordsmanship. Top masters are either very handsome or very ugly. Those who are neither handsome nor ugly are best suited to become assassins, not swordsmen. Assassins need to be ordinary the most."

"Good insight, as expected of Li Zhaoting."

Ye Gucheng nodded slightly.

The two exchanged cryptic remarks.

Just as the two fell silent, seemingly on the verge of fighting again, a pebble flew out and struck a treetop, causing Lu Xiaofeng to fall with a cry. Tianxiang jogged over from the side.

"Amazing! Amazing! So amazing! How did you train your martial arts? How can you be so skilled? I've never seen such fast and beautiful swordsmanship."

Tianxiang praised it with great joy.

Lu Xiaofeng tried to run away, but Li Zhaoting grabbed him.

"Let me introduce you. This is Lu Xiaofeng, who can catch any weapon with his Lingxi Finger, especially a sword. This is Ye Gucheng, the Sword Saint who is famous throughout the martial arts world."

Li Zhaoting was blatantly trying to sow discord between the two.

This is clearly unnecessary.

Just like when Li Zhaoting and Ye Gucheng met, the moment their eyes met, this sword had to be drawn.

Do I need a reason?

Does the reason matter?

The reason for starting the war can be summed up in just two words:
--swordsman!
Swordsmen need no reason to duel.

The word "swordsman" is the reason.

Similarly, Ye Gucheng and Lu Xiaofeng didn't need a reason to duel. The Flying Immortal from Beyond the Heavens and the Spiritual Finger were the best reasons. Ye Gucheng was curious whether the Flying Immortal from Beyond the Heavens could break the Spiritual Finger, and Lu Xiaofeng was curious whether the Spiritual Finger could catch the Flying Immortal from Beyond the Heavens. Many masters who saw Lu Xiaofeng wanted to try the Spiritual Finger.

The most classic debate is not about the celestial being flying from the sky, but whether the Spirit Rhinoceros Finger can catch Little Li's flying dagger.

This question is meaningless.

Both of these unique skills are state-based martial arts.

Whoever is in a just position will prevail.

If Lu Xiaofeng commits crimes, Li Xunhuan will stab him through the neck; if Li Xunhuan is corrupt and wicked, the Lingxi Finger will prevail.

If two people are neither righteous nor evil, and have no grudges against each other, they will not fight if they meet on the street; they will simply go to a tavern for a drink.

Li Xunhuan hasn't had time to drink lately.

Li Xunhuan was busy preparing for the exam.

Drinking at this time will lead to many rumors being spread by those with ulterior motives, lowering one's impression score in the imperial examination.

Don't think that reputation is unimportant.

All the mouths of gold, accumulating and destroying bones.

Liu Changying lost to Yelü Yancai and has yet to recover his composure. He will undoubtedly fail the imperial examination this year. If he is lucky enough to pass, his father will be in trouble.

If you fail the exam, you can try again.

If you pass the exam, the troubles will be endless.

Compared to Little Li Flying Dagger and Spirit Rhinoceros Finger, Heavenly Flying Immortal and Spirit Rhinoceros Finger are more practical. Ye Gucheng doesn't care about good or evil; he only wants to draw his sword and discuss martial arts.

The answer to this question is: I don't know!

Only by personally facing the challenge can one obtain the answer.

Ye Gucheng has already used his sword tonight, but it wasn't at its most perfect state, so he won't challenge Lu Xiaofeng to a duel. Lu Xiaofeng also doesn't want to fight; it's clearly not a good idea for three grown men to be out in the courtyard in the middle of the night with the cold wind blowing.

The three decided to find a place to drink.

Tianxiang went to the wine cellar and brought back two jars of aged wine.

"I really hit the jackpot tonight. I'm so lucky to have witnessed such a spectacular sword duel. I probably won't be able to sleep for the next few days."

"If you can't sleep, go lay bricks. When you're so tired you're practically out of your mind, you'll sleep the most soundly than anyone else."

"Brother Li really doesn't know how to cherish a lady. I am the dignified Princess Tianxiang, and you actually made me carry bricks. I'm so tired and sweaty. Aren't I just becoming a stinker?"

Tianxiang gave a coquettish laugh and poured a large bowl of wine for each of the three. Ye Gucheng never drank alcohol; he only drank water and didn't even drink tea. His desires were practically nonexistent.

Ye Gucheng said calmly, "Two years ago, I went to Lang Fanyun to discuss swordsmanship. The wonderful method of learning from nature, the swordsmanship of entering the Dao with emotion, and the unparalleled Fuyu Sword. Even if Dugu Qiubai were alive, he would be no better than this."

Tianxiang asked, "Where is Ximen Chuixue? I heard that Ximen Chuixue's swordsmanship is all about advancing without retreating, and every move is a life-or-death swordsmanship. Did he challenge Lang Fanyun to a sword duel?"

Lu Xiaofeng said, "We competed, and Ximen Chuixue lost. He couldn't break through Lang Fanyun's domain. Lang Fanyun was like a vast ocean, silently dissolving the sword energy."

Seeing that he couldn't hurt Lang Fanyun and that continuing the fight would only be a waste of time, Ximen Chuixue took the initiative to admit defeat.

Lang Fanyun practices the sword of compassion.

That's really interesting.

I'm really curious what it would be like if Ximen Chuixue were to fall in love one day.

Forget about Li Zhaoting!

This guy gets emotional every single day!

Lu Xiaofeng glanced at Ye Gucheng, then at Li Zhaoting, giving Li Zhaoting a disdainful look.

Look at others, then look at you!
This is a true swordsman!
You should sit at the same table as Yan Shisan!
Among the younger generation of talented swordsmen, Li Zhaoting and Yan Shisan are the most fond of pleasure. Yan Shisan is a regular at brothels, and his purse is often empty. In order to pay for his drinks, he even sold the pearl on his sword.

Rumor has it that Yan Shisan's sword is adorned with thirteen pearls worth a thousand gold pieces. In reality, the pearls have long been sold, and the sword is full of counterfeit goods.

Ye Gucheng said, "Wine and women are harmful to health. You neither abstain from alcohol nor women, yet you appear to be in good health and have been free of illness and disaster since your debut. How do you manage to do that?"

"Isolated yang cannot grow, isolated yin cannot produce; the combination of yin and yang is the right way of heaven and earth, so how could it harm the body?"

Humans eat grains and have seven emotions and six desires.

This is human nature.

Whether you indulge your true nature without restraint or try to suppress it with strict rules, it is wrong!
The right thing to do is to accept and enjoy it.

Lang Fanyun also failed to abstain from alcohol and women.

Furthermore, Yan Beifei, the number one swordsman of the Demonic Sect, defeated the Japanese master Yagyu Ichiken with his sword of affection. Did he do anything wrong? I think he lived a very carefree life!
Life is full of so many wonderful things.

I definitely want to experience it all.

Come all come!

"How can we not take a look?"

(End of this chapter)