Martial Arts Crossover: My Wife is the Top Scholar

There are many things in the world that are beyond our comprehension.

Everyone's perception is flawed. The more exceptional a genius is, or the more geniuses are around, the more likely they are to have a distorted understanding of human intelligence.

However, Li Zhaoting absolutely refuses to admit that this is a cognitive flaw of his own. Li Zhaoting does not analyze problems from the perspective of a genius, but from the perspective of a normal person.

For a normal human being, if you get lost, you can ask a local for directions or hire a guide. Why would someone wander thousands of miles along the Tianshan Mountains aimlessly? That's insane!
Unfortunately, the Twelve Treasure Tree Kings of Zoroastrianism are not normal humans; they are "spokespeople for God." They cannot make mistakes, because how could a god make a mistake?
From a practical standpoint, the Zoroastrian group had traveled thousands of miles on a wasted journey, but the nature of the matter changed from the moment they arrived in Lingxiao City.

It wasn't that the Treasure Tree King led them astray, but rather that the gods guided them to this prosperous city, rich in resources and without any top-tier warriors guarding it.

From this perspective, it is indeed a cognitive flaw of Li Zhaoting. The sects that Li Zhaoting encountered were mostly Jianghu forces, which were relatively less insane.

Shaolin disciples can question Bodhidharma and modify the techniques he passed down.

Wudang disciples can question Zhang Sanfeng. As soon as Zhang Sanfeng passes on the martial arts techniques, the disciples immediately make modifications and then submit them to Zhang Sanfeng for review.

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen can question Wang Chongyang's claim that the Big Dipper Formation is not only usable by seven people, but has gradually evolved into a formation for forty-nine people and a grand formation for ninety-eight people.

Even the Yuxian Gang, a heretical sect, allows its disciples to offer suggestions to their master. The leader of the Yuxian Gang not only refrains from retaliating in private but also humbly accepts these suggestions.

What is the situation with Zoroastrianism?
King Treasure Tree: One plus one equals three! This is divine guidance given to me, recorded in the Book of Light!
Fengyunyue Sanshi: Yes, yes, yes! King Baoshu is absolutely right, one plus one does indeed equal three!
None of the branches of Zoroastrianism that spread to the Central Plains—Kunlun Ming Cult, Huangshan Ming Cult, and Black Clothes Society—have ever experienced such a situation. Where can we “learn from history”?
Even the Western Regions Demonic Sect is not a one-man show by its leader, Jade Rakshasa. Even someone as powerful as Jade Rakshasa has to raise her son outside the sect and cultivate her granddaughter-in-law to compensate her grandson.

Regarding the situation of Zoroastrianism, Li Zhaoting could only say that he had learned something new. The question is, where did Li Zhaoting learn all this? Isn't this all just deduction?
the reason is simple!
Li Zhaoting and his group had just finished their brainstorming session and hadn't even summarized the case when the Twelve Treasure Tree Kings and the Three Envoys of Wind, Cloud and Moon arrived at their door at the same time, wanting to conquer the Snow Mountain Sect.

From the perspective of a "secret mission," Li Zhaoting believed that the Zoroastrians should hide in caravans and escape through them once things calmed down.

To my surprise, they weren't there to carry out a so-called secret mission; they were there to rob us.

Robbers don't follow many rules.
They gathered their men, swarmed forward, and began burning, killing, and looting.

"People of the Snow Mountain Sect, listen...listen! We are envoys from the Persian Ming Cult. From today onwards, this Lingxiao City belongs to the Ming Cult! Where is the leader of the Snow Mountain Sect? Come out quickly and see King Baoshu!"

Otherwise... they'll all be burned to death!
You all need to kneel down right now!
"Kneel down, all of you!"

The tall, blue-eyed, bearded, and imposing Liu Yunshi was shouting at the entrance of the Snow Mountain Sect. He was a Persian who had studied Chinese for two years, and his accent was unusually strange.

Hearing that someone was blocking the door and provoking them, Shi Xiaocui rushed over angrily with her people, shouting, "Where did you wild bastards come from? How dare you come to the Snow Mountain Sect to provoke us?"

The imposing, yellow-bearded, aquiline-nosed Miao Fengshi coldly declared, "We are... the Ming Cult! Snow Mountain Sect, kneel down and submit! Otherwise, I will slaughter you all!"

With her flowing black hair, delicate figure, and features identical to those of women from the Central Plains, except for her blue eyes, Huiyue Shi looked at Shi Xiaocui with disdain. Huiyue Shi's mother was a Han Chinese woman, and she could speak Chinese.

"The Snow Mountain Sect Leader, that so-called master of the greatest fist technique, sword technique, internal strength, and hidden weapon in all of history, has been killed by us!"
He couldn't even withstand a single move from us!
Snow Mountain Sect disciples, listen up!

Those who kneel and surrender will be spared!
Anyone who dares to resist will be killed without mercy!

The Moonlit Envoy speaks the most fluent Chinese, but unfortunately, being a woman, she dares not compete with the Flowing Cloud Envoy and the Wonderful Wind Envoy for the limelight. However, this is not without its advantages. At least when facing a powerful enemy, the Moonlit Envoy is the last to make a move, which increases her chances of escaping and makes her the most likely to survive.

Shi Xiaocui flew into a rage: "The Snow Mountain Sect has no enmity with the Ming Cult, why did you kill my sect leader?"

The Radiant Moon Envoy sneered: "Just an old madman who can't see the situation clearly. Killing him is fine. When I want to kill someone, do I need to find a reason?"

Liu Yunshi, with his volatile temper, held two iron plaques, each over two feet long, and banged them together, shouting, "Will you surrender or not? I'm going to unleash a massacre!"

"Give me back my father's life!"

Bai Wanjian swung his sword and thrust it at Liuyun Shi.

Bai Wanjian's martial arts skills are slightly better than his four senior uncles. Excluding the outlier, Brother Gou, only Bai Zizai in the Snow Mountain Sect can consistently outclass Bai Wanjian.

The name "Qi Han Northwest" is not entirely an exaggeration. Bai Wanjian's character and martial arts skills are at least among the top three within a hundred miles of Lingxiao City.

Bai Wanjian waved his hand and swept across the battlefield. He thought to himself that the three of them would surely fly upwards. He would use the White Crane Spreads Wings move followed by the White Clouds Emerging from the Mountain to kill one of them.

To everyone's surprise, the three men moved with an extremely strange gait, exceeding Bai Wanjian's expectations. Before Bai Wanjian could retract his sword and defend, he was struck three times with heavy blows.

"Snapped!"

Bai Wanjian was thrown violently to the ground.

With Bai Wanjian's swordsmanship, even if all the experts of the Snow Mountain Sect rushed at him, they would not be able to throw him out in one move. The strangeness of the three people's moves and their perfect coordination were truly something Bai Wanjian had never seen before in his life.

Shi Xiaocui subconsciously looked at Brother Gou.

Only the unfathomable Dog Brother can deal with these strange and eccentric masters. I don't believe they can withstand a punch from the Five Hundred Arhats facing Vairocana.

Shi Xiaocui said, "Silly boy! Your father-in-law has been beaten to the ground, why don't you hurry up and avenge him?"

Ah Xiu said softly, "Grandma! These people's martial arts are strange and unusual. Big Zongzi brother has only learned a little bit of rudimentary martial arts. How can he defeat the three of them?"

Even if we win, there are still a dozen or so strange old men behind us, who are probably even more difficult to deal with.

Can't you be reasonable...?

“Sister-in-law, you are mistaken! The principles are for normal humans who can understand human speech. As for those beasts who cannot understand human speech, they should be ruthlessly killed.”

Li Zhaoting's forehead creased into a grid pattern as he glared at the three envoys, Feng Yunyue, and thought to himself, "It's all because of you bastards that I was mocked by the maid."

Cheng Huaixiu and Li Shengnan both had long faces.

Both women are exceptionally intelligent, yet they were unexpectedly outmatched by a few idiots in terms of intellect.

I thought you were a pro, but you're not even bronze! It's like an idiot defeating a pro!

Li Zhaoting had initially thought that the three envoys, Fengyunyue, and Tianyu, had their eyes on one of Bai Zizai's treasures or wanted to learn some secrets from Bai Zizai, which was why they were acting so mysteriously. Now he finally understood that the Zoroastrians had come to rob them!
The specific process is as follows:
Stealing the Sword Manual → Discovering Bai Zizai → Negotiations break down, assassination attempt launched → Discovering Bai Zizai is a fraud → Immediately returning to gather forces, preparing to attack the Snow Mountain Sect...

Why leave the knife behind?

Because they are eager to rob, and after they have done so, the knife will be back in their hands.

By leaving behind the curved blade, they caused confusion and reduced the time the Snow Mountain Sect had to set up defenses. Before the Snow Mountain Sect even understood what was happening, they had already attacked!

Soldiers are very fast!
There is no absolutely perfect tactic in the world.

A conspiracy or scheme that has been planned for two or three decades may not succeed, while a sudden, impulsive act of going straight for the kill may catch the enemy off guard and gain an absolute advantage in one fell swoop.

In this respect, this is not a story of bronze defeating king; the three envoys of wind, cloud, and moon are also kings.

Li Zhaoting reached out and grabbed Bai Wanjian's sword, drawing it into his hand. Bai Wanjian's martial arts skills weren't particularly high, but his character was truly excellent. Having suffered such humiliation, he might be disheartened. Li Zhaoting didn't want to see this upright swordsman fall into depravity, so he wanted to help him get revenge.

Li Zhaoting said calmly, "Ah! The subtlety of the Snow Mountain Sword Technique is beyond the comprehension of you barbarians from other regions. Make your move! If you can withstand three moves from me, Lingxiao City will be yours!"

The Radiant Moon Envoy shouted, "Who are you? Aren't you a disciple of the Snow Mountain Sect? What business is this of yours?"

Li Zhaoting sneered, "I want to kill someone!"

"you……"

"The three Persian Ming Cult envoys can kill whomever they want without needing a reason. Similarly, I don't need a reason when I want to kill someone!"

Don't feel aggrieved!

This is what you just taught me!

Cherish these last moments!
This is the last breath you will take!
Remember my name.

So that you won't run into... who is the Persian Grim Reaper again? Ahriman! So that when you do run into Ahriman, you won't know who to complain to!

My name is Li Zhaoting!

In Zoroastrian doctrine, heaven and earth are a dualistic universe, with the world ruled by a god of light and a god of darkness. Ahriman is the god of darkness, the source of all death, darkness, evil, and destruction in the world. Death is one of Ahriman's divine duties, a concept completely different from Yama, the King of Hell in Chinese mythology.

The Radiant Moon Envoy sneered: "The strongest grandmasters, heroes, and knights of your Han people throughout history are no match for us in a single move. You, a mere brat who hasn't even grown your hair yet, I could capture you alive in one move! You're quite handsome, perfect to be my male concubine!"

Li Zhaoting didn't say a word more.

Li Shengnan and Cheng Huaixiu released their auras to block the twelve Treasure Tree Kings, while Shi Xiaocui directed the Snow Mountain Sect disciples to retreat, making room for Li Zhaoting.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The three envoys, Feng, Yun, and Yue, attacked simultaneously.

In the original story, the three envoys, Feng, Yun, and Yue, caused Zhang Wuji a great deal of trouble, leading people to believe that their martial arts skills were very high. In reality, their skills were slightly inferior to those of Granny Jin Hua. Zhao Min could force them back several steps by wielding the Heaven Sword and hacking around randomly.

Zhang Wuji suffered not because he couldn't defeat the three envoys of Fengyunyue, but because he had to "capture" them alive without killing them.

If Zhang Wuji had murderous intent, even if the Persian Ming Cult sent thirty envoys, with the Heaven-Reliant Sword in his left hand and the Dragon-Slaying Saber in his right, protected by the Nine Yang Divine Skill, he could kill them all in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, even if he just blindly slashed around. Furthermore, for martial artists lacking in skill who rely solely on unorthodox techniques, Zhang Wuji possessed a skill perfectly suited to counter them, a technique that Jin Yong forcibly bestowed upon him.

That is—the Lion's Roar!

Zhang Wuji doesn't need any martial arts skills. As long as he uses the Nine Yang Divine Skill to activate the Lion's Roar Skill and finds a giant bronze bell to use as a megaphone, even the Three Elders will have to admit defeat.

With Zhang Wuji's martial arts talent, he could use the Lion's Roar technique as soon as Xie Xun recited it once.

To put it bluntly, Feng Yunyue's flashy martial arts skills are not as good as those of the plum blossom, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum!
After all, the martial arts of the three envoys, Feng, Yun, and Yue, were derived from a portion of the Qiankun Great Shift mental technique. The positive and negative Yin-Yang sword formation of Mei, Lan, Zhu, and Ju is stronger than the complete version of the Qiankun Great Shift, and their potential is incomparable.

If Li Zhaoting didn't want to avenge Bai Wanjian, he could have simply had Mei Lanzhu Ju take action.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The three sacred flame tokens attacked Li Zhaoting's chest and abdomen. The three envoys, Feng, Yun, and Yue, worked together seamlessly, like a monster with six arms and legs. Their moves were extremely strange and unorthodox, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion.

Shi Xiaocui and Bai Wanjian watched anxiously.

Li Shengnan and Cheng Huaixiu were full of confidence. They could tell at a glance that the foundation of the three envoys of Fengyunyue was not solid enough. If Li Zhaoting simply wanted to kill them, he could just raise his hand and unleash a Tathagata Divine Light, blasting them into oblivion!
Since it's about getting revenge for Bai Wanjian, the Snow Mountain Sword Technique should naturally be used. The Snow Mountain Sword Technique has seventy-two forms, with the appearance of snowflakes dancing, the momentum of the north wind howling, like plum trees swaying in the wind, and also the feeling of flying sand and galloping camels and horses in the desert, each accounting for one-third.

Seeing the three men approaching, Li Zhaoting suddenly drew his sword.

Snow Mountain Swordplay: Plum Blossoms and Snow Compete for Spring!

The competition between plum blossoms and snow for spring has always been a favorite subject of literati and artists. Throughout history, there have been countless poems and lyrics on the theme of plum blossoms and snow. As many lines of poetry are there, there are as many sword techniques. Since most martial artists are not literate, they often directly use lines of poetry to name their moves.

The Snow Mountain Sect disciples' "Plum Blossom and Snow Compete for Spring" largely believe that "Plum blossoms must yield three parts whiteness to snow, but snow loses a touch of fragrance to plum blossoms." Their swordplay is both offensive and defensive. Li Zhaoting's sword posture and moves are unchanging, but when he makes a move, he transforms the competition between plum blossoms and snow into non-competition. It is precisely because he does not compete that no one in the world can compete with him. But how can one not compete?

Of course it is:
The wind and rain send spring away, and flying snow welcomes spring's arrival.

Even on a cliff of ice a hundred feet high, a flower branch still blooms beautifully.

It is beautiful but does not vie for spring's favor; it simply announces spring's arrival.

When the mountain flowers were blooming, she smiled in the bushes.

Literati and poets often sing praises of plum blossoms with a sense of sorrow, despondency, and reclusion, conveying a certain air of decline.

Li Zhaoting took the initiative to attack. His sword intent was unyielding, but his sword moves were positive, passionate, and high-spirited. No matter how fancy the three envoys of Fengyunyue were, and no matter how the Sacred Flame Tokens surrounded his vital points like snowflakes, Li Zhaoting thrust out his long sword. Demons and monsters had nowhere to hide!

The subtlety of his swordplay, the purity of his sword energy, and the height of his sword intent were so great that even Li Shengnan and Cheng Huaixiu, who shared the same bed with him, never imagined that Li Zhaoting would have such a demeanor.

In a daze, Cheng Huaixiu felt that Li Zhaoting was not like a chivalrous knight-errant, but his talent was limited. He didn't know who to use as a metaphor for the heroes of the past and present.

Li Shengnan was much more straightforward in this regard. Li Zhaoting was Li Zhaoting; why did he have to "look like" anyone else? Couldn't he just be himself? Why all these pedantic and pretentious habits?
Forced back by the sword intent, the three envoys Feng, Yun, and Yue were enraged to see that Li Zhaoting did not launch an attack but allowed the three of them to form a formation. The six sacred fire tokens roared and blasted towards Li Zhaoting's vital points in the back.

Li Zhaoting changed his move in a counter-attack.

Snow Mountain Sword Technique: Wind and Sand Rage!

The slender three-foot sword resembled a horse-slaying sword, charging in like a thousand horses galloping. Though it was a snow-covered mountain, it possessed the awe-inspiring power of a thousand miles of yellow sand and a destructive storm.

The sword energy swept past like a storm, and the mountains and fields were filled with cold light. Li Zhaoting's skill did not exceed that of Bai Wanjian, and his speed did not exceed that of the three envoys Fengyunyue. However, no matter how the three changed their moves, no matter how unorthodox the Holy Flame Token's divine skill was, the sword light flashed by, and all the evil moves and crooked moves missed. The six Holy Flame Tokens flew into the air.

A murderous glint flashed in Li Zhaoting's eyes.

This time, we didn't give them a chance to make a move.

Snow Mountain Sword Technique: Snowflakes Flying Everywhere!

This is Bai Wanjian's favorite move, and it's also the origin of his name. His sword strikes are as fast as lightning, and the cold light of the blade is like a flurry of snowflakes, as if hundreds of swords are simultaneously piercing vital points, like a barrage of arrows, leaving no escape.

"Qiang!"

The sword returned to its sheath.

Li Zhaoting raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.

"Snapped!"

The melodious snap of fingers brought everyone back to their senses.

"Clap clap clap!"

The three envoys, Feng, Yun, and Yue, clutched their necks and collapsed to the ground.

Li Zhaoting sneered: "I've said it before, barbarians from foreign lands can't comprehend the wonders of the Snow Mountain Sword Technique. What kind of bullshit Wind, Cloud and Moon Envoys are they? They're nothing but clay chickens and earthen dogs!"

The Twelve Treasure Tree King trembled with fear.

The three envoys, Feng, Yun, and Yue, were their bodyguards and the strongest experts of the Persian Ming Cult. They were killed in just three moves. What should they do?

The King of the Wisdom Tree quickly said, "We are willing to pay the ransom. We are Persian nobles, and you cannot mistreat us! How much money do you need?"

Shi Xiaocui flew into a rage: "Bullshit! Even if I'm so poor I have to beg for food, I won't take your money! You killed my husband and ruined the reputation of the Snow Mountain Sect. If I let you come down the mountain today, how will I have the face to live?"

Li Shengnan scoffed, "What a joke! If I kill you old good-for-nothings, all the money on you will be mine anyway. Maybe I can make a few more taels of silver."

The King of the Wisdom Tree hurriedly said, "I can write to the King of Persia and have him send the ransom! I will give you so much gold that you could never spend it all in ten lifetimes!"

Li Shengnan shook her head: "No way!"

"why not?"

"Because I really want to kill someone right now."

"I...I haven't offended you!"

"I forgot to mention! I am a demoness from the Demonic Sect! Does a demoness from the Demonic Sect need a reason to kill someone?"

Li Shengnan unleashed a demonic aura.

Cheng Huaixiu gently pulled Li Shengnan back: "This is the Snow Mountain Sect. We can't steal all the limelight. We should give the new sect leader a chance to make contributions and win over the people."

Li Shengnan pursed her lips and took two steps back.

Shi Xiaocui said, "Big Zongzi, go and arrest them. Don't worry, don't worry, I won't kill them. Once you arrest them, you can secure your position as the leader of the Snow Mountain Sect and then marry Axiu."

When he was thrown into the cabin, they tied Dog Brother up like a dumpling. From then on, Dog Brother had a nickname. It was originally Ah Xiu's exclusive name. Now that he has gone from being Granny Shi's apprentice to her grandson-in-law, the name has to be changed. The name Shi Yidao is too fierce and has too much evil aura. It is not as affectionate as Big Dumpling.

Li Zhaoting patted Dog Brother on the shoulder: "Those guys came to kill and rob, they're all bad guys. If you catch them and teach them to be good people, that's a good deed. Use the boxing technique I taught you to punch them, and they'll abandon evil and turn to good."

Dog Brother was confused, but not stupid. The boxing technique taught by Li Zhaoting was too powerful. One punch could shatter half a palace. If it hit a person, even an iron man couldn't withstand it!
Dog Brother decided to use his palm technique.

He raised his palm to form a knife and unleashed the Compassionate Knife Technique.

Dog looked earnestly at the Twelve Treasure Tree Kings: "As long as you abandon evil and do good, I will let you go! My fists are very heavy, I don't want to hurt you!"

The Venerable Treasure Tree King roared, "You bastard! You foolish brat, how dare you speak to me? Die!"

Among the twelve Treasure Tree Kings, the most powerful Treasure Tree King, Venerable Victory Treasure Tree King, and Everlasting Victory Treasure Tree King rushed out at the same time, attacking Brother Dog from the left and right. They used the same Sacred Flame Token Divine Skill, which was mainly based on changes, sometimes up, sometimes down, sometimes left, sometimes right.

Dog Brother channeled his inner energy and formed a knife with his palm.

The modified Golden Crow Saber Technique taught by Ah Xiu has almost no offensive moves; every move is imbued with compassion, making it the perfect match for Brother Gou and the Arhat Subduing Demon Divine Skill.

Dog Brother used his palms as knives, only defending and not attacking, letting Treasure Tree King attack, he only defended with his two fleshy palms.

Half an hour later.

The Twelve Treasure Tree King was panting heavily from exhaustion.

Dog Brother was full of energy and grew stronger with each fight. His skills not only did not diminish, but actually improved.

Shi Xiaocui shouted sternly, "Guards! Lock these bandits in the dungeon, find fifty monks, and have them chant sutras for them every day to dispel their evil and malevolent aura."

Li Zhaoting almost popped his eyes out.

Older gingers are more spicy!
King Baoshu was the high priest of the Persian Ming Cult. He was a member of a mixed sect, and he hired a group of monks to chant Buddhist scriptures for them every day, which was more painful than being torn to pieces.

Heaven help us, Granny Shi only wanted to comfort her simple and kind-hearted grandson-in-law; she didn't think of anything more! (End of Chapter)