Martial Arts Crossover: My Wife is the Top Scholar

Chapter 384 Slaying the Demoness, A Zither and a Sword Settle the Storm
Feng Suzhen emerged from the darkness.

On her back was the famous Tang Dynasty zither, the Nine Heavens Jade Pendant.

With the left hand wielding the sword of Contender and the right hand wielding the sword of Zhanlu, the two sword

Ji Yaohua exclaimed in surprise, "Impossible! You should have been lying in ambush with Li Zhaoting to deal with Xue Hubei and the drug-using man. Why are you here? When did you start suspecting me?"

Feng Suzhen said, "When Lei Xiaoqu died, he was the kind of person who would take someone down with him even in death. He was stabbed to death by you, but he didn't complain at all."

There wasn't even any vicious insults or framing!

Why is this happening?
Because Lei Xiaoqu recognized your aura, knew you were the Demoness, guessed your purpose in disguising your identity, and hoped you would get your wish and turn us into medicine people.

Isn't this the best revenge?

Following this line of reasoning, I'll find that you and the Demoness have many similarities. I only have suspicions, no concrete evidence. I can only create opportunities for you to come forward on your own initiative, and you will definitely do so!

This was all part of your scheme.

You deliberately attack the North City to attract reinforcements, blend into the crowd, and take the opportunity to eliminate Lei Xiaoqu, Chunyu Yang, and Xue Hubei, so that you can have the medicine man all to yourself.

As for you, on the surface you are a charming and elegant noblewoman, but in secret you control the medicine people. The identity of the Demoness has been completely erased and no longer exists.

Am i right?
'Demon Maiden' Ji Yaohua!

Don't worry about my husband's arrival.

He was held back by a group of people who were taking the medicine.

These drugged people are pawns you willingly abandoned. If you don't abandon them, my husband won't leave, the case won't end, and you risk being exposed.

For your ambition, your goals, and your resentment towards my husband, make your move!
"Let me see what the Demoness is capable of!"

Feng Suzhen looked up at the city gate tower in the distance.

Intense energy erupted from the city gate tower as Li Zhaoting clashed with the drug-using humans. These humans had many flaws and were extremely inefficient, but they were fearless and undaunted by pain. If these humans had self-awareness, they would have run away as soon as they saw Li Zhaoting. The drug-using humans, however, would not run away; they would only roar and launch an attack, as if a biohazard had broken out.

Most of the martial artists who were turned into medicine were chivalrous heroes from the martial arts world. Li Zhaoting would not use excessive force and would leave them with intact corpses, which would greatly affect efficiency.

Ji Yaohua has a quarter of an hour.

—Kill them to cover it up and conceal their identities!

Ji Yaohua drew a pair of short swords from her waist.

This is her real weapon.

Feng Suzhen asked, "Gongsun Jianqi?"

Ji Yaohua sneered: "Foolish! Does using two swords necessarily mean you're using Gongsun Jianqi? Li Zhaoting uses two swords, and so do you. Do you know Gongsun Jianqi?"

Before he finished speaking, the sword was already drawn.

The sword's edge pierced straight towards Feng Suzhen's eyes.

Ji Yaohua was originally Xue Hubei's adopted daughter. What good intentions could Xue Hubei possibly have? He was just a tool to cultivate. Unexpectedly, Ji Yaohua was exceptionally talented. At eighteen or nineteen, she could fight against Xue Hubei. At twenty-two, she was on par with him. After twenty-five, she could defeat Xue Hubei in a hundred moves.

Xue Hubei is getting older and weaker, while Ji Yaohua is getting stronger, and the gap between them is widening. This arrangement against Beicheng is a joint scheme by the two of them.

They were all schemes to kill someone using another's knife.

It all comes down to who has the better ability.

In the original storyline, Xue Hu Bei was more resourceful and used the art of feigning death to deceive Wu Qing. However, the storyline involving the Thirteen Villains followed immediately, and Xue Hu Bei ultimately could not escape death!
Despite being suppressed in terms of intelligence, background, and connections, Ji Yaohua was able to steadily suppress Xue Hubei in her own territory thanks to her martial arts skills, which were far superior to Xue Hubei's. Her double sword strikes were fast and ruthless!
Its sound was like thunder, its force like a rushing thunder.

Ji Yaohua exuded a terrifying killing intent that had solidified into a tangible form. Her sword light roared in like a tidal wave, forming a tornado-like gale, and the sword intent enveloped an area of ​​several feet in radius.

With her left hand, Feng Suzhen used the "Rain of Flowers" technique to release the pressure points of Huang Tianxing and the others. With her right hand, she held her sword horizontally across her chest. Ji Yaohua's devastating sword light was silently neutralized when it reached three feet in front of Feng Suzhen.

Ji Yaohua deliberately made a big show of things to make Feng Suzhen hesitate. If Feng Suzhen were to help someone release their pressure points, she would inevitably be a little slower and give up the initiative in this battle.

Unexpectedly, Feng Suzhen remained calm and composed, responding to all changes with unwavering resolve. She held her sword horizontally across her chest, the sword forming a deep chasm, preventing Ji Yaohua from getting within three feet of her despite her attacks.

Ji Yaohua knew that Feng Suzhen was highly skilled in martial arts and possessed the unparalleled Demon-Subduing Qin. Even someone as powerful as Wuxiang Huang would not last three moves against Feng Suzhen. She was determined not to let Feng Suzhen take out the ancient qin from her back and had to intensify her attack.

If one move doesn't work, try two, three...

The short sword unleashed an eight-foot-long blade of light, and the two swords, like a long dragon swirling and dancing, alternately slashed down in mid-air.

A fierce wind howled as swords clashed, generating heat from friction and sparks from the explosions. The wind fueled the flames, and the fire raged skyward. The sword's edge grew another two feet, now exceeding ten feet in distance.

Hidden weapons were mixed in with the raging wind and flames.

Ji Yaohua's hidden weapons are even stronger than her swordsmanship, almost comparable to Wuqing's. Her flying needles are as fast as lightning, and with the cover of the raging fire and smoke, they are difficult to pinpoint.

Feng Suzhen still held her sword horizontally across her chest.

Heaven and earth follow constant laws, without the slightest deviation.

Those who follow the will of Heaven live long, while those who defy it perish.

The Holy King Sword Technique and the Meditation Sutra allow individuals to establish their own unique rules within their own domain, which will restrict even the most turbulent times.

As the sword's edge approached Feng Suzhen, she lightly flicked her sword, effortlessly deflecting the edge. Her left hand then thrust out the Zhengfeng Sword, its aura as vibrant as the rising sun, perfectly capturing the essence of spring warmth and blooming flowers. It was the most unrestrained, the most arrogant, the most youthful and spirited, full of scholarly vigor and boundless ambition.

The two swords, one still and one moving, one offensive and one defensive, present an extreme contrast: the defense is like an abyss, while the offense is like a hundred boats racing. This stark contrast is incredibly awe-inspiring.

Feng Suzhen played music with her sword, and the sound of the sword became a song.

The sword blades gleamed with a chilling blue light, their tips trembled slightly, and the two swords crossed, creating a beautiful symphony of swordsmanship, like Li Bai's drunken mad song or Zhang Xu removing his hat to reveal his head.

Every gesture, every step, every turn was a display of unparalleled skill. The sword's edge traced a beautiful arc that seemed to align with the ultimate principles of nature. The dark clouds vanished without a trace, the moonlight shimmered like water, and the moonlight danced on the sword's edge. It felt as if youth was but a dream, surrounded by swirling clouds, a scene that captivated the senses.

Feng Suzhen's swords possess a captivating, mesmerizing power, like the morning bell and evening drum. The twin swords pluck the strings of heaven and earth, creating a powerful resonance that makes one's mind dance along.

This sword strike was absolutely beautiful, unparalleled, and incredibly powerful!
After years of arduous training, Feng Suzhen integrated music into her swordsmanship. With the meditation technique as the core, the demon-subduing zither as the framework, and the Holy King Sword Technique as the flesh and blood, she created a supreme musical swordsmanship. She used her sword heart to sense the fluctuations of heaven and earth, and all things in the world were subject to these fluctuations.

Just as a martial artist uses their spiritual sense to perceive the enemy's aura, Feng Suzhen's sword technique senses fluctuations—fluctuations in every blade of grass and tree, fluctuations in the light of blades and sword energy. Like a stone thrown into a lake, once it falls, it leaves a mark.

Reaching the highest level of mastery, one can even sense the fluctuations of heaven and earth, the sword moving the heart of heaven, the sword opening the gates of heaven.

This path has proven to be feasible.

The last mental cultivation method to perceive the fluctuations of all things in the world and the fluctuations of heaven and earth was... the Demon Seed of the Dao Heart!
Unlike the extreme nature of the Dao Heart Demon Seed Technique, Feng Suzhen's swordsmanship is spiritual and unrestrained. She does not deliberately pursue harmony between heaven and man, nor does she indulge in melancholy. Instead, she accepts what she has gained as her fortune and what she loses as her fate, remaining detached from worldly affairs.

"Feng Suzhen, die!"

Ji Yaohua shot out a hairpin, her hair disheveled.

With Ji Yaohua's martial arts foundation, she naturally knew that she could not allow Feng Suzhen to unleash her sword intent, otherwise she would be assimilated by the sword's cry and subconsciously accept Feng Suzhen.

By then, will there be even the slightest will to fight?
Ji Yaohua could only forcefully break through Feng Suzhen's sword intent using extreme emotions; her emotion was anger.

She was annoyed that Li Zhaoting never looked at her properly. She was also annoyed that Li Zhaoting and Feng Suzhen were so affectionate.

Enraged by Feng Suzhen's talent, beauty, and genius!
The two short swords were given names.

One is called anger, and the other is called jealousy.

Ji Yaohua laughed wildly, her face contorted with grotesque, terrifying blood-red demonic patterns. Her short sword, less than two feet long, roared with the sound of wind and thunder, like a powerful crossbow being drawn. The blue bricks on the ground were shattered by the sword energy, and dust filled the surroundings. With each swing of the sword, hundreds or even thousands of flying needles were scattered.

"drink!"

With a powerful strike, the two swords cleaved Mount Hua, slashing down from mid-air.

This kind of move should be used with long spears, halberds, steel knives, and great axes. Using a pair of short swords to perform it seems completely out of place. However, Ji Yaohua can use this out-of-place move with unstoppable force!
"clang!"

The four swords clashed violently.

All melodies and sword cries came to an abrupt halt.

Only in the most primitive and essential clash can true energy erupt and sweep away everything within a radius of ten feet.

The surrounding air was compressed and vibrated by the internal force, forming tangible ripples. The huge transparent ring spread outward rapidly, pulverizing everything it encountered along the way, whether it was flowers, trees, artificial mountains, or boulders.

"laugh!"

Ji Yaohua was blasted several feet away, her face pale and blood spilling from the corner of her mouth. She wiped the blood away, put her finger in her mouth, and let out a shrill whistle.

The drug-infused humans, who had been lurking in the nearby houses, charged out in a mighty wave, charging fearlessly. These drug-infused humans had no reason; they would only obey their masters' orders and fight on instinct, at most retaining only 50% of their fighting strength.

Those who excel at physical combat, using direct confrontation and reckless charges are considered top-tier medicine practitioners.

A young, strong, and well-established martial artist whose skills are characterized by stability is considered an excellent-grade medicine practitioner.

A martial artist who is delicate and frail, has some physical disabilities, and whose martial arts skills are mainly based on agility is considered an ordinary medicine person.

Martial artists who are seriously ill, old and frail, and who neither practice physical training nor internal energy cultivation, are considered inferior medicine practitioners.

The worst choice is... ruthlessness!
If the ruthless were to be refined into a medicine-like human, he would retain approximately one-thousandth of his combat strength, which would be considered a negative asset.

In the original storyline, Ji Yaohua complained about this matter, saying that the value of turning Wuqing into a medicine human was far less than the spiritual medicine lost in the process. She should either recruit Wuqing or kill him. Wuqing used his sharp tongue and said that she was old enough to be his mother, which almost made Ji Yaohua vomit blood. She was agitated and her blood was turbulent, so she was ambushed.

The pawns that Ji Yaohua left for Li Zhaoting included some ordinary medicine practitioners, a dozen or so excellent medicine practitioners, and the highest-level medicine practitioners, which could not be wasted casually.

Huang Tianxing and others met the army of medicine people.

After multiple studies, it has been proven that the brain of the person who was drugged suffers permanent damage that can never be recovered, and even if they encounter their biological parents, they must be killed without mercy.

Killing the person who was given the drug is to help them find liberation.

Huang Tianxing, over sixty years old and highly experienced, was extremely ruthless. He roared, "Hurry up and do it! Our friends, brothers, and family are here. They are in great pain right now. We must help them find relief!"

Kuang Wuji angrily replied, "That's exactly the point. We are heroes, men of steel. Are we just going to stand by and watch our friends and family become ruthless and cruel killing machines?"

That's easy to say. If they were actually asked to kill their best friend, they would definitely be traumatized.

Fortunately, in order to make her performance convincing, Ji Yaohua sent Qi Hongju's brother and husband to deal with Li Zhaoting. If Qi Hongju had seen her family members turn into drug addicts, she would probably have lost her mind on the spot and fought Ji Yaohua to the death.

The situation is temporarily under control.

Ji Yaohua didn't leave behind many drug users, and Huang Tianxing and the experts from Dongbao were enough to hold them off. Anger flashed in Feng Suzhen's eyes, and a blood-red glint appeared on Zhanlu.

The zither case on his back exploded with a bang, the Nine Heavens Jade Pendant spun in mid-air, and the sword blade flashed as he played the zither with his sword.

The Demon-Slaying Harp!
The rolling sound waves crashed towards Ji Yaohua.

Ji Yaohua mustered her fighting spirit and attacked back.

The sword beams and sonic waves collided violently in mid-air, and half of the city wall collapsed with each impact.

Feng Suzhen fought with increasing ferocity, her murderous aura overwhelming. The demon-subduing zither was imbued with the bloodlust of the battlefield, transforming from a demon of the heart into pure slaughter, causing thousands of troops to shed blood like rivers.

"what!"

Ji Yaohua screamed and fell to the ground.

Before Ji Yaohua could stand up, Qi Hongju shot out three throwing knives, piercing her chest and abdomen. Ji Yaohua used her inner energy to deflect the knives, which, along with blood, struck Qi Hongju's calf. Ji Yaohua laughed wildly: "Even if I'm seriously injured and lying on the ground, you won't get away with it!"

"Pfft!"

The spearhead pierced Ji Yaohua's chest.

Hundred-step flying sword!

"Feng Suzhen, you've won!"

Ji Yaohua gave a bitter laugh and collapsed to the ground.

Feng Suzhen had no time to rest and joined the siege of the drug-using people with her sword. The drug-using people were not zombies and did not need to be hit in the head to die. Their vital organs remained unchanged, and a slash across their throats would be enough to kill them.

Before long, all the drug users were dealt with.

Huang Tianxing wiped his sweat wearily: "Damn brat, you're almost killing me!"

Kuang Wuji laughed loudly, "Be content! With the help of Master Li and his wife, we're living a healthy life. If we had come alone, we would have turned into medicine people by now! It's so damn good to be alive! I love being alive!"

Being alive is indeed a matter of luck.

This is especially true for the survivors of the North City.

Upon learning that the Demoness and the Demon Lord had been killed, Zhou Baiyu led his men to count the number of people and nearly fainted. More than 70% of the disciples in the North City had been lost, and six of the ten elders had also been killed.

The accumulated strength of generations has now been reduced to just over a hundred young and strong men, with fewer than sixty still capable of fighting. Six guardians—Dai, Guan, Zeng, Ning, Ruan, and Mou—have sacrificed their lives.

Not to mention that the North City Wall is dilapidated and its defenses have been breached by the drug-using people. The cost of repairing it would be astronomical, and even if Zhou Baiyu sold himself, he wouldn't be able to raise the money. Even if he went out to rob, it would take him seventeen or eighteen years.

After much thought, I decided to just "lay down" and give up.

It's not about lying down and ignoring everything, but about no longer thinking about the glory of Beicheng and being content to be a martial arts family.

"North City" needs a city.

The Zhou family only needs one manor.

Thinking of this, Zhou Baiyu felt like crying but had no tears.

The only good news is that he is still alive.

As long as you're alive, there's hope for a comeback.

　The next chapter will be released a little later, before 10 o'clock.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)