Martial Arts Crossover: My Wife is the Top Scholar

Chapter 335 Feng Tiannan, you ate a piece of dragon meat from me!
Wanyan Jue returned to the Manchu Qing Dynasty in a fit of resentment.

Duan Hehui committed suicide, and Da Longtou disappeared.

For Wanyan Jue to face the terrifying lineup of Li Zhaoting, Wang Shenglan, Cheng Huaixiu, and Xiao Feng alone would be suicidal. Wanyan Jue wasn't ready to live any longer!
Li Zhaoting's abilities were too mysterious, which made Wanyan Jue feel uneasy. He thought to himself that if he were to go into seclusion in Dali for a few days or explore Changchun Valley, he might inexplicably encounter Li Zhaoting who was out traveling.

With the great cause still unfinished, safety is of paramount importance.

The losses suffered by subordinates can be compensated.

If I die, then everything is over.

Wanyan Jue had the wrong idea.

Li Zhaoting has left Dali.

The civil and military officials of Dali celebrated for three days.

With the rebels eliminated, Duan Zhengchun secured his throne in Dali. Calculating the time, there were still about ten days until the Mingyue Sect Conference, and Li Zhaoting did not want to alert the enemy.

After much deliberation and discussion, they decided to go to Lingnan for a few days to enjoy the Cantonese cuisine, and then launch a surprise attack on Mingyue to wipe out the entire Mingyue Sect.

Of all the places in Lingnan, Foshan left the deepest impression on Li Zhaoting, so he took his lover straight there.

The journey was smooth, with no formidable enemies.

After making a few inquiries, Li Zhaoting took his lover to the most famous restaurant in the area, Hero's Tower, and ordered a table full of local specialties, including roast duck and roast goose, which were exceptionally well-prepared.

As the saying goes, food is best in Guangdong.

Looking at the plate after plate of delicious food, Miss Wang swung her jaw, opened her back teeth, held a roasted duck leg in her left hand and a Foshan braised pig's trotter in her right.

Even Cheng Huaixiu, the serene fairy, had her appetite whetted by Miss Wang's "mukbang" (eating broadcast). Anyway, this was a private room with no outsiders, so there was no need to be pretentious.

When you eat meat, you should eat it in big bites.

The more you eat, the more delicious it becomes; the more delicious it is, the more you can't put it down.

Only after his mouth was full of grease did he pick up the chilled plum juice and gulp down most of it.

"Hiccup~~"

Miss Wang let out a satisfied burp.

Due to her profession, Miss Wang doesn't have a high demand for alcoholic beverages. She prefers meat and sweets, and Cantonese cuisine perfectly suits her taste. After rinsing her mouth with plum juice, she felt she could still eat half a table of food.

You need to be well-fed to have the energy to start a group purchase.

Even someone with a small appetite like Cheng Huaixiu wouldn't have much energy to start a group buy. Miss Wang snorted and thought to herself, "With a fairy entering the door, I'll inevitably need to help her in the future."

After dinner, Miss Wang wanted to go to the hot springs, but suddenly she heard crying and shouting from downstairs. A poor woman in her thirties, with disheveled hair, holding a kitchen knife, and dragging a child, staggered towards the Beidi Temple.

Beidi Temple, also known as the Ancestral Temple of Foshan, enshrines Zhenwu Xuantian Shangdi and has some connection with Wudang Mountain.

Seeing the somewhat familiar scene, Li Zhaoting leaped out of the window and grabbed the woman.

“Sister-in-law, if you have any grievances, just speak them out. I will stand up for you. Why make things difficult for a child?”

"I can't live anymore! I can't live anymore! Who are you? What gives you the right to make decisions for me?"

The woman cried and screamed, her expression one of madness.

Li Zhaoting pointed to the Beidi Temple and said, "I am a disciple of the True Martial Emperor, and my duty is to punish evil and promote good. If anyone commits any crime, my sword will show no mercy!"

As he spoke, Li Zhaoting pointed his fingers into a sword shape and pointed two fingers at the stone lion outside the Hero's Tower. With a flash of cold light, the stone lion shattered into scattered pieces of stone the size of eggs.

Upon seeing this, the woman hurriedly knelt down and cried out, "Please, gods, redress my grievances! We can't go on living like this!"

There is a local tyrant named Feng Tiannan. He owns restaurants, casinos, and brothels. The Hero's Restaurant where we just ate was owned by Feng Tiannan. He is very wealthy, greedy, lustful, and tyrannical. He builds a building for each of his wives and concubines.

Some time ago, Feng Tiannan took in the seventh son, and according to his usual practice, he needed to build a Six Phoenix Tower.

Feng Tiannan took a liking to Zhong Asi's vegetable garden and wanted to forcibly buy it for five taels of silver. Zhong Asi's family relied entirely on the vegetable garden for their livelihood, so how could they sell it for a pittance? Feng Tiannan was furious and colluded with the government to frame Zhong Asi, claiming that the geese raised by his family had been stolen and eaten by Zhong Asi's youngest son.

The youngest son is not yet five years old. He is just an ordinary, honest child. There is not much food at home, so when they go to the river to collect snails, the youngest son, being too young to speak clearly, says that he eats goose instead of snails.

The government used this as a pretext to imprison Zhong Asi and subjected him to severe torture. Zhong Asi's sister-in-law had no choice but to bring her son to the Beidi Temple to disembowel herself to verify the truth.

There's no logic to this.

It's either the eldest son, the second son, or the youngest son; or it's either Sister-in-law Zhong Si—she's going to force your whole family to their deaths.

Even if the whole family proves innocent, it's just a matter of throwing a straw mat into a mass grave; who would care?
A large crowd had gathered around, eager to see how the deity would solve the case. Little did they know, this deity was not skilled at solving cases; his specialty was slaying demons and monsters.

Li Zhaoting patted the child's back twice, and the child gagged repeatedly, vomiting up a large amount of snail meat.

Li Zhaoting laughed and said, "Everyone, look carefully. This little boy is eating snails, not fat geese."

Feng Tiannan wanted Zhong Asi's vegetable garden, so he arranged for people to keep an eye on it. Seeing this, two domineering thugs came over, carrying sticks and swaying back and forth. They were more domineering than crabs, swaying three or four times with each step.

"Boy, where did you come from? You dare to meddle in other people's business? Do you know who you've offended? If Master Feng stomps his foot, he'll scare your whole family to death."

The thug glanced sideways at Li Zhaoting.

Li Zhaoting sneered: "Tsk tsk~ Take me to find this Master Feng. I'd really like to see who's so powerful. Lackey, lead the way!"

Li Zhaoting was too lazy to argue with the henchmen. He reached out and grabbed them twice. There was a cracking sound, and the two men's right arms were crippled. Cold sweat broke out on their foreheads.

"May I ask... what is the esteemed name of this hero?"

"My surname is Ba, and my given name is Ba Fengmao."

"Uncle Ba, this matter has nothing to do with you. Why get hurt by Master Feng over a few vegetable farmers..."

"Clap!"

Li Zhaoting slapped him twice across the face.

The thug spun around seventeen or eighteen times, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and half of his teeth were knocked out.

"lead the way!"

A murderous glint flashed in Li Zhaoting's eyes.

The thugs dared not utter another word and obediently led the way. They dared not take Li Zhaoting to the Feng residence, but instead took him to the casino. Feng Tiannan's son, Feng Yiming, was in charge of managing the casino and had fifty or sixty thugs under his command.

Feng Tiannan was adept at seeking fame and reputation. Whether it was a restaurant, a brothel, or a casino, he would use the name of a hero. The restaurant was called Hero's Building, and the casino was called Hero's Club.

When Feng Yiming heard that someone was causing trouble, he learned that it seemed to be a tough outsider, around twenty years old, young and handsome, probably an inner disciple of some famous sect.

Feng Yiming is extremely experienced in this area.

Feng Tiannan has committed numerous evil deeds for decades, and many chivalrous heroes want to cause him trouble, especially young heroes from prestigious sects who hope to use Feng Tiannan to boost their reputation.

This kind of person is very easy to deal with.

First, adopt a polite demeanor; you can't fight a smiling face with a fist. Then, find a senior martial arts master to host a banquet and make peace. Mention the rules of the martial world on one hand, praise the young hero's chivalry on the other, and present a plate of gold and silver. That will be enough to lure the young hero away.

It's inevitable to get involved in a few vices, such as wine, women, wealth, and anger.

Feng Yiming is most skilled in this area.

The casino doors were wide open, and Feng Yiming, accompanied by more than twenty servants, greeted them at the entrance. He looked at Li Zhaoting striding in with a hint of disdain.

This attitude and demeanor clearly indicate that he is a disciple of a prestigious sect, unable to withstand even a few words of flattery.

Feng Yiming's martial arts skills were only third-rate, but he looked down on the disciples of major sects the most, thinking that these people were stupid and could be manipulated with a few words.

"Uncle Ba, I've long admired your name!"

Feng Yiming bowed respectfully.

Li Zhaoting laughed and said, "Enough with the small talk. I'm here to collect a debt from you. It's only right to pay back debts. As long as you settle your account, I'll spare your life."

The onlookers showed expressions of disdain.

He had thought the man was a chivalrous knight-errant, but it turned out he was just like the Feng family, scheming to punish evil and uphold justice, but only greedy and seeking to extort money. Feng Yiming's disdain grew, his expression becoming increasingly indifferent: "I wonder how much my brother owes?"

Li Zhaoting sneered: "Not much. I am a disciple of the True Martial Emperor. I descended to the mortal realm to punish evil and uphold justice. When I came down from the heavens, I brought with me a piece of dragon meat. You ate this piece of meat, so give the dragon meat back to me!"

Dragons and phoenixes are ethereal and illusory.

Feng Tian Nan Feng Yi Ming is such a creature that, let alone a divine beast like a true dragon or a phoenix, has barely even seen a hazel grouse with its bright plumage, let alone dragon meat!

Dragon meat?

I've never even seen a dragon-shaped energy blast before!

I've only ever seen dragons and phoenixes in New Year pictures.

Upon hearing Li Zhaoting's words, Feng Yiming's smile froze instantly: "Uncle... Uncle, where in the world are there true dragons and phoenixes? If I have failed to entertain you properly, please be lenient, Uncle. I am willing to give you ten thousand taels of silver."

Li Zhaoting sneered: "A true dragon? Isn't the emperor the true dragon, the Son of Heaven? If you say that a true dragon doesn't exist, are you implying that the emperor is unworthy of his position and doesn't deserve to enjoy the throne?"

Li Zhaoting came from an official family. When it came to the art of fabricating charges by twisting words, Li Zhaoting's nonsensical ramblings were hundreds of times better than Feng Yiming's.

"Uncle Ba... this is..."

“I’ve said it before, I’m here to collect a debt. I don’t want money or my life, I just want my dragon meat. Give me back my dragon meat and I’ll leave Foshan immediately.”

"I...I didn't eat!"

"Your words don't count! I only look at the evidence! Cut open your stomach and take out your intestines. I'll check if there's any dragon meat. If not, it might have been your seventh or eighth uncle who stole it, or maybe your father. I need to verify them one by one. Don't worry, as long as you can prove your innocence, I guarantee I won't harm you!"

None of these words are human language.

This is not how you find fault!
Feng Yiming sneered: "I'm giving you nice advice, don't take my tolerance for granted. Whose disciple are you? You'd better not ruin our harmony!"

"I'll say it one last time, I'm here to collect a debt! Hand over my dragon meat, and I'll leave immediately!"

"Are you truly not going to give me any face?"

"It seems you can't understand human language!"

"Looks like you don't want to be a human anymore!" Feng Yiming signaled his thugs to attack: "Break all the bones in this guy's arms and legs, and send him to the brothel to be tortured!"

"Yes!"

The thugs rushed over in droves.

There are no real masters in the area. These thugs are used to running rampant. Li Zhaoting is young and handsome, like a scholar who has traveled the world to study. He has no martial arts demeanor at all.
As for the two shattered stone lions, they didn't see them with their own eyes and mistakenly thought it was a magic trick.

Li Zhaoting formed a tiger claw with his left hand and used a set of Wudang Tiger Claw Hand techniques to grab at the thugs one by one. Each time he made a move, he would grab an arm, followed by a cracking sound as the arm was twisted into a pretzel.

Every step taken, every claw extended, every arm crippled!
The Feng family father and son were tyrannical and domineering, and these thugs were indispensable in their crimes. They did not deserve to die, but losing only one arm was already considered lenient for them.

The managers, accountants, dealers, and gambling experts in the casino had their necks snapped.

Feng Yiming stared at Li Zhaoting in utter shock.

They watched helplessly as Li Zhaoting crippled the right arms of all the casino's thugs, snapped the neck of a high-ranking manager, and strolled around with ease, using only one move and one hand.

Such extraordinary martial arts skills are something I've never even dreamed of.

"Snapped!"

Li Zhaoting grabbed Feng Yiming by the neck, lifted him up, and said sternly, "Feng Yiming, you say you didn't eat my dragon meat? I don't believe you. Let's go to the Beidi Temple to get it notarized and let me examine your spleen and stomach!"

Li Zhaoting pulled out a knife.

The dog-slaughtering knife I picked up on the way to the casino.

Li Zhaoting brandished his knife a couple of times, then dragged Feng Yiming toward the Beidi Temple. The servants quickly informed Feng Tiannan about the gambling den. Li Zhaoting walked slowly, and when he arrived at the Beidi Temple, he was surrounded by hundreds of thugs.

These are the elite troops that Feng Tiannan has carefully cultivated.

All of the Feng family's thugs are here.

This includes Feng Tiannan's six sworn brothers, seven biological brothers, five fellow disciples, twenty nephews, more than fifty disciples, and seven or eight retainers.

This force is not weak anywhere.

In high mountains and dangerous places, one can become king of the mountain.

Feng Tiannan was in his fifties, with a small mustache on his upper lip. He held a snuff bottle in his left hand and a long stick in his right, and he looked quite presentable.

Feng Tiannan guessed that Li Zhaoting was standing up for Zhong Asi's family. He originally wanted to kill the whole family to vent his anger, but unexpectedly, Miss Wang stayed at the Beidi Temple. She snatched a long staff with a coiled dragon design and pressed it into the soil with one hand.

Regardless of his martial arts skills, with such divine power, even if he didn't understand martial arts techniques and just randomly slashed, he could still kill these thugs. Feng Tiannan couldn't figure out the truth for the time being, so he could only probe Li Zhaoting first.

"Young hero, I am Feng Tiannan, the leader of the Five Tigers Sect. My friends in the martial world have kindly given me the nickname 'Southern Overlord.' I don't know where you have offended me, hero, that you want to disembowel my son and cut out his heart. My son has done something wrong; a lesson would have sufficed. Why are you being so cruel?"

Upon hearing this, several local gentry members echoed his sentiments.

"I just want my dragon meat back. The dragon meat wasn't eaten by Feng Yiming, it was eaten by you guys. You want to plead for him? Fine, send your sons here. Either send your sons, or shut the hell up!"

Where in the world can you find dragon meat?

"You bastard, you call yourself the Southern Overlord? Why is there no dragon meat in the world? I say there is, and there is!"

Before he could finish speaking, a flash of cold light appeared.

Feng Yiming was split vertically in two.

The internal organs were scattered on the ground; there was no trace of dragon meat. Li Zhaoting looked at Feng Tiannan: "The dragon meat isn't in his stomach, it's in yours!"

"You scoundrel! I'll fight you to the death!"

Feng Tiannan had many wives and concubines, but only one son, whom he cherished dearly. When he witnessed Feng Yiming being killed and blood splattered on his face, Feng Tiannan went completely mad.

Li Zhaoting sneered, "Your son is your son, but other people's sons aren't?" Feng Tiannan has been running rampant in the countryside for so many years, and countless "Zhong Asi" have been driven to ruin by him, or even forced to commit suicide in front of the temple.

Good and evil will eventually be rewarded, and the way of heaven is good for reincarnation.

If you don’t believe it, look up and see who can escape the fate of heaven.

Li Zhaoting didn't particularly like the Murong clan of Gusu, but he loved their slogan!

Use the other person's way to repay the other person's body!
Feng Tiannan could drive Zhong Asi's family to desperation with just a goose. What goes around comes around, and today it's the Feng family's turn to be coerced by a master. Don't cry foul.

Crying out for justice is useless!
The Beidi Temple is dedicated to Zhenwu.

Li Zhaoting used a Wudang martial art!

Feng Tiannan stared in horror at the scene before him.

His brothers, sworn brothers, disciples, martial arts masters, and elite thugs were all slaughtered by Li Zhaoting like wheat being harvested, and the Five Tigers Sect was wiped out in an instant.

The senior manager had his neck broken by a tiger claw.

Ordinary disciples lose their martial arts skills and have their arms broken.

Li Zhaoting strolled leisurely, casually making moves. Not a single move could touch him, and not a single person could escape his tiger claw hand. Feng Tiannan, who originally thought that the talk of immortals was pure fantasy, now felt that it was all true.

"call!"

Li Zhaoting swung his sword at Feng Tiannan!
"Leave someone!"

A soft sound came from afar.

"laugh!"

Feng Tiannan was cleaved in two by the dog-slaughtering knife!
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