Martial Arts Crossover: My Wife is the Top Scholar

"Strengthening the mountains and overwhelming the world!"

Holding the Overlord Spear that Breaks Formations, Wang Shenglan pointed it at the disheveled, bald-headed monk and roared, "Bald monk, come here and die! I'll give you three hundred steel spears!"

Before leaving Jinling for the capital, Wang Yuyan helped write an entrance poem, but Wang Shenglan had no interest in it, finding it too damn verbose.

What's the point of saying so much nonsense?

Grandma only needs one sentence!
Not only was he too lazy to speak, but he was also too lazy to listen. Before he could finish speaking, he had already leaped high into the air, raising the Overlord Spear above his head with the shaft hanging upside down behind his back.

Wang Shenglan's mastery of body refinement is arguably the best in the world. Even Xiao Feng, in terms of pure physical strength, is slightly inferior to Wang Shenglan.

With his blood and qi surging like ocean waves, forming a layer of qi and blood essence, Wang Shenglan leaped more than three zhang high with only his physical strength, rushing towards the Lai Tou monk like a missile.

At the highest point of her jump, just as her body was about to plummet downwards, Wang Shenglan exerted force with both arms, causing the Overlord Spear to spin like a windmill, its tip surrounded by lightning.

Overlord Spear Technique: Strength that Uproots Mountains and Rivers!

Lai Tou Monk was the vice leader of the White Lotus Sect. He liked to pretend to be a Taoist master and bewitch young men from noble families and young ladies from respectable families into falling in love with him, turning them into lovesick and resentful ghosts.

In other words, the bald monk mainly cultivates the divine and is skilled in illusion. He can conjure countless forms of heavenly demons, and with just a little spiritual light, he can entangle his enemies in their inner demons.

Like the Eighth Master, a mere glance is enough to defeat the enemy, injuring them invisibly and without form, leaving them terrified and still obsessed with the illusion until their death.

Most of the martial arts techniques of the White Lotus Sect are like this.

In fact, not all disciples of the White Lotus Sect were unorthodox practitioners. The bald monk and the lame Taoist priest were orthodox Buddhist and Taoist cultivators with a foundation in authentic martial arts.

However, their martial arts talent was limited, making it difficult for them to break through their limitations. They were bewitched by Fairy Jinghuan and gradually stepped into unorthodox paths, a single misstep leading to eternal regret.

One wrong step leads to another, and one sinks deeper and deeper into trouble. By the time one realizes what's happening, the poison has already seeped into one's internal organs.

These so-called demonic Taoist priests and monks, who have fallen from grace, are invincible against those with demonic afflictions, especially young men and women in love, who are easily bound by the entanglements of their emotions.

Unfortunately, Wang Shenglan was an exception.

A love-struck mind is immune to all mental illusions and deceptions.

The bald monk's seven emotions and bewitching charm could bind Lu Xiaofeng, who dances in the sky, and lock up Chu Liuxiang, who leaves a trail of fragrance in the moonlight, but he could not deal with Wang Shenglan.

Wang Shenglan: What bullshit Seven Emotions Bewitching? All I can think about is my muscles and my husband. Hurry up and finish this game, I need to go home and give birth!

Faced with Wang Shenglan, a love-struck woman whose mind is filled with nothing but muscle, the lazy monk was on the verge of tears, thinking to himself that in such a chaotic situation, heroes are bound to emerge.

The Supreme Heavenly Sword, the Demon-Subduing Zither Melody, and the Female Overlord all have ten or even a hundred times the restraint on the White Lotus Sect's mental techniques. Thinking of this, the bald monk's momentum grew weaker and weaker.

The bald-headed monk, who mainly cultivated divine powers, found himself struggling when his most effective methods became ineffective, when he began to doubt his own strength, and when he felt that his opponent was his natural enemy…

—No matter if the other party is a natural enemy or not, they will become a natural enemy, making the inner thoughts even more firm!
This is the downside of the Spirit Refining Method.

—Believe and it will happen! The more you believe, the more likely it is to happen! The more you believe that a low-probability event will occur, the higher the probability that it will happen, and it will eventually happen!

When Bashiba launched a surprise attack on Wudang Mountain, attempting to force Zhang Sanfeng to break through the void, Zhang Sanfeng used this method to imprison him, preventing him from leaving Tibet.

Faced with Wang Shenglan, this super freak who had no cause and no effect, the bald monk's spirits grew weaker and weaker, and all his evil secret techniques were shattered by the Overlord Spear.

The most elite religious warriors shouted slogans, believing themselves to be invincible and protected by divine powers. Their eyes were glazed over, and they fell into a hypnotic state. They roared and charged toward Wang Shenglan.

Wang Shenglan sneered disdainfully, his Overlord Spear sweeping across the battlefield, and wherever the spearhead pointed, demons fled in terror.

The evil heretics of the White Lotus Sect fell like wheat being harvested, and Wang Shenglan's killing intent grew stronger and stronger. With each swing of her spear, her aura would increase by two or three points.

With each step, he killed more than a dozen people, leaving behind a trail of severed limbs and broken organs.

"Bald monk, prepare to die!"

A crimson spear light enveloped the entire street, the spearhead slicing through a crimson crescent. A dazzling crimson flashed before the bald monk's eyes, followed by a burst of blood-red light soaring into the sky.

"boom!"

The entire leadership of the White Lotus Sect was wiped out!

Tianxiang walked over from the corner and handed Wang Shenglan a gold medal and a brocade pouch: "Sister Wang, this is the arrangement of Marquis Jingyuan. You must go to the military camp immediately."

Wang Shenglan asked, "Am I alone?"

Tianxiang pointed behind her: "And there's this Snow-Treading Black Steed, a tribute from the Liao Kingdom. Sister, you're a female overlord; wouldn't it be a real shame if you didn't have the Black Steed?"

Wang Shenglan opened the brocade pouch, which contained an action plan written by Li Nanxing using a special encryption method invented by Li Zhaoting, making it impossible for outsiders to know.

"Hey girl, wanna come to the military camp together? It's such a great opportunity to earn merit, it would be a shame to miss it!"

"Sister Wang, I have other tasks! There are some special tasks that only I can handle."

"Good luck!"

Without further ado, Wang Shenglan put away the brocade pouch, turned around and mounted the Snow-Treading Black Steed. Such a fine horse as the Black Steed would not easily submit to its master and was even more difficult to tame than old wine.

However, Wang Shenglan squeezed her legs together forcefully, thrusting the Overlord Spear heavily into the ground. The black horse reared up and let out a dragon's roar, carrying Wang Shenglan to the military camp.

Li Zhaoting's beautiful wives and concubines, Tianxiang originally only respected Feng Suzhen and was quite provocative to others, especially Wang Shenglan, whom Tianxiang harbored seven or eight parts resentment towards.

It wasn't some pointless scheming in the harem to vie for favor; rather, Li Zhaoting had said that Tianxiang possessed astonishing divine power and was a smaller version of Wang Shenglan, capable of serving as Wang Shenglan's deputy.

Tianxiang was quite dissatisfied with this.

It wasn't until tonight, when Tianxiang witnessed Wang Shenglan slaughtering hundreds of White Lotus sect members in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea and killing Lai Tou Monk with three shots, that she realized Li Zhaoting's words were true.

Tianxiang: I'm Wang Shenglan's alt account? That's giving me too much credit! I don't have that kind of ability at all!

Lai Tou Monk: It's not that I'm too weak, it's that Wang Shenglan completely counters me! Where did this monster come from? My expected opponents are Lu Xiaofeng and Chu Liuxiang!
Lai Tou Monk could use his love net to lock Chu Liuxiang in, Chu Liuxiang could use the kite-flying tactic to defeat Wang Shenglan, and Wang Shenglan could blast Lai Tou Monk into a bloody mist with three shots.

Brine is used to curdle tofu; one thing subdues another.

In your next life, remember to choose the right opponent!

……

Mi Cangqiong and Chi Zunxin fought to a fever pitch.

In this world, demons run rampant, and demonic masters emerge one after another, fighting and devouring each other. The righteous path can coexist, but the demonic path can only have one demon lord.

In order to remain unscathed amidst the surging tide, secure a place for himself, and even ascend to the position of Demon Lord, Chi Zunxin must risk his life for a sliver of hope.

Having witnessed the unparalleled and awe-inspiring Fuyu Sword, Chi Zun knew that he was almost completely cut off from the pinnacle of the martial world and that his future was almost entirely blocked.

Grandmasters and great cultivators of prestigious sects can go into seclusion to cultivate, comprehend the Dao of Heaven, and discuss the Dao, while demonic masters usually only have one method - fight!

Stimulate the demonic seed with intense battles.

Use life-or-death crises to unleash potential.

Nothing in the world is more exciting than rebellion, and Chi Zunxin joined Zhao Yuanyan's camp without hesitation to participate in the battle.

A desperate gamble, a fight to the death.

Either break through the limitations of the Yin Gui Heart Method.

Either be shattered to pieces in the surging waves.

Chi Zunxin was never a cunning and meticulously planned strategist; he was passionate, impulsive, and full of fiery enthusiasm, and he would never stop moving forward.

Even after being brutally beaten by Lang Fanyun and having all his forces destroyed by Pang Ban, and being forced to seek refuge in prison, Chi Zunxin still dared to go all out for a final gamble.

Lang Fanyun could not stop Chi Zunxin, and Pang Ban could not make Chi Zunxin completely submit. Even if the sky collapsed and the earth cracked and the universe turned upside down, Chi Zunxin would still fight.

Chi Zunxin is proficient in martial arts such as the Heavenly Demon Hand and the Heavenly Mountain Plum Blossom Hand. He reverses these martial arts techniques, transforming all kinds of moves into his own and using them to wield various weapons.

Chi Zunxin was well-versed in "martial arts principles".

It's not a martial arts philosophy, but the ultimate truth about weapons.

No matter what weapon it is, Chi Zunxin can use it with consummate skill. While making full use of the weapon's advantages, he can also find its weaknesses. When fighting the enemy, he can choose a weapon that counters the enemy's weapon, and use the weapon's advantages to expand the advantage in the battle. He can then use a fierce attack like a raging tidal wave to crush the enemy.

The martial arts domain of ordinary martial artists is illusory, formed by condensing innate true qi and the primordial energy of heaven and earth. Only Chi Zunxin's martial arts domain is real.

Akazun Shin's domain is—the armory!

Whenever Chi Zunxin went out, ten strong men skilled in external martial arts would carry his weapons, each carrying about ten weapons, for a total of one hundred and eight weapons.

If someone were to try a different approach, attempting to weaken Chi Zunxin by killing these burly men, they would discover a terrifying and horrifying truth.

When these strong men are blasted to death and their weapons are scattered all over the ground, the battlefield will become Chi Zunxin's domain. Chi Zunxin's combat power will not only not be reduced in the slightest, but will actually increase by 50%. To deal with Chi Zunxin, you must ambush these strong men while he is on a boat and sink all their weapons to the bottom of the water, leaving Chi Zunxin without any weapons to use.

Chi Zunxin never traveled by boat.

Chi Zunxin was even more afraid of water than Lu Xiaofeng.

If travel by water is unavoidable, such as in the previous raid on the Angry Dragon Gang, Chi Zunxin's choice would be:
—Swim in and dive!
As the Grand Commander of the Imperial City Division, Mi Cangqiong had read all the files on the Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiend Ranking warriors.

Mi Cangqiong disliked Chi Zunxin the most.

If it's a unique weapon like an iron chain, Emei dagger, mandarin duck axe, or meteor hammer, which has obvious advantages and disadvantages, you can choose the weapon that counters it. How do you choose between knives, spears, and swords?
What is the nemesis of swords, spears, and knives?
Most importantly, Chi Zunxin has a mortal enemy named Qu Xianzhou, who is skilled in using meteor hammers. Chi Zunxin and Qu Xianzhou have fought several times, but the battles have ended in a draw.

If you can't break Qu Xianzhou's meteor hammer, or stop Lang Fanyun's sword or Li Ruohai's spear, what makes you think you can stop our staff? Do you think we're pushovers?
There are two types of the oldest weapons and martial arts techniques.

One was swinging a stick around randomly.

One was to throw stones at people.

The stick is the mother of all weapons.

Stone is the mother of all hidden weapons. Coincidentally, Mi Cangqiong is skilled in staff techniques.

The most ferocious, ruthless, and cruel staff technique in the martial arts world today: a single strike to the sky, a single strike to the sky.

A mocking smile appeared on Mi Cangqiong's lips as he shouted in a hoarse voice, "Traitor, die for us!"

He twirled the stick nine times towards the sky.

The waving stick emitted a sharp whistling sound.

As the long staff was wielded, the mist, blood, and yin energy of the entire imperial city were drawn into its tip.

His staff was extremely long, tapering towards the tip, like a living, uncontrollable thing. It emitted various sharp sounds in his hands, like the roar of a lion, the howl of a tiger, or the wailing of ghosts and gods. As Mi Cangqiong twisted, the staff also twisted, like a dragon, but this dragon was swirling in Mi Cangqiong's hand. It was like a snake, but this snake was controlled in Mi Cangqiong's palm, its aura extremely fierce.

Mi Cangqiong was already quite old, the same age as Zhuge Zhengwo. His martial arts were mainly fierce and inflicted great damage on his body, and his figure had long since become hunched.

Compared to Chi Zunxin, Mi Cangqiong looked like a sickly, skinny dog. However, as Mi Cangqiong wielded the long staff in his hand, he suddenly became like a giant.

His once white beard had turned dry and yellow, like corn tassels, and his cloudy eyes slowly opened, revealing that his pupils were blue.

In that instant, all the heroes and soldiers present felt a strange sensation they had never experienced before.

That felt "fierce".

Its ferocity is as irresistible, unmatched, unavoidable, and incomparable as death itself.

With such imposing presence and overwhelming power, Mi Cangqiong at this moment did not resemble a castrated cripple, but rather a golden-armored god.

In the blink of an eye, the stick absorbed all the blood, killing intent, malevolent energy, and ferocity within a radius of dozens of feet, and after nine flourishes, it roared down like thunder.

"Snapped!"

A blood flower bloomed at the tip of the long stick.

"Clap clap clap clap!"

A series of explosions rang out in succession, and ten brilliant, shrill, bright red, and foul-smelling blood flowers bloomed all around, turning the ten strong men into a blood mist.

Weapons fell to the ground with a clatter, scattering 108 weapons across a radius of 30 feet.

Chi Zunxin's Qi rose to its peak.

Mi Cangqiong's deadly strike not only failed to harm Chi Zunxin, but also turned the area within a radius of thirty feet into Chi Zunxin's domain. As the powerful move was unleashed, Mi Cangqiong's killing intent dissipated, and his aura weakened by half.

With a roar, Chi Zunxin reached out and grabbed the Qingfeng Sword in his left hand and the Nine-Ringed Broadsword in his right. He charged fiercely towards Mi Cangqiong. The demonic seed in his dantian was throbbing rapidly, his energy was soaring, and his spirit was pushed to its limit.

Each weapon is used only once, and each move brings out the full advantage of that weapon. In the blink of an eye, Chi Zunxin unleashed eighteen moves.

Swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, clubs, whips, maces, hammers, claws, crutches, and meteor hammers—all eighteen common weapons of the martial arts world were used from beginning to end.

Mi Cangqiong was beaten so badly that he was struggling to stay afloat. He smelled of an old man. He was originally like a fierce tiger, sniffing, licking, and roaring as he tried to tear his prey apart. But now his sharp teeth were broken, his claws were locked, his hands and feet were bound, and he fell into the trap, completely trapped.

"Whoosh!"

Both weapons flew out at the same time.

First, there was the long staff that Mi Cangqiong regarded as his life.

Secondly, there is the meteor hammer that Chi Zunxin crafted at great expense.

Chi Zun used the unique hammer technique he learned from his nemesis Qu Xianzhou to knock Mi Cangqiong's stick away.

Without the stick, "the one that reaches the sky" is like a tiger without its sharp teeth and claws, left to be slaughtered at will.

With the judge's pen in his left hand and the five-fingered, sharpened iron spear in his right, Chi Zunxin unleashed a powerful attack, the Demon King's Claw, at Mi Cangqiong's withered and exhausted body.

At the critical moment of life and death, Mi Cangqiong suddenly raised his head.

His eyes did not become cloudy, but instead became even purer and brighter. His pale blue pupils looked as if fragments of cloisonné enamel had been embedded in his eyes. There was a faint mockery at the corner of his mouth. His right hand was raised slowly but quickly. His hand was his staff, and his fingers were the staff's tip. Losing the staff only meant losing his ferocity. After losing his ferocity, Mi Cangqiong's aura became empty.

That's not "inauspicious," but "empty."

Everything around seemed to become "empty".

Without fighting spirit, without resistance, without a future, without strangers, without strength, without a stick, without a finger, without friend or foe.

Even the word "nothing" is gone.

Not only is it "empty", but "misfortune is hidden in the air".

No move is without ferocity.

There is danger everywhere.

It is utterly malevolent.

It's impossible not to be fierce.

One strike to the heavens, and all worldly desires vanish.

A single blow to the sky signifies impending doom.

Mi Cangqiong was no ordinary man. How could he not know that the burly man who carried the weapon for Chi Zunxin was a "sacrifice"? How could he not know that the weapons scattered on the ground were Chi Zunxin's domain? It was precisely because he knew this that Mi Cangqiong dared to do this. He knew that Chi Zunxin would not stop him from killing the burly man, and he knew that Chi Zunxin would take the opportunity to launch a fierce attack. He turned the tables on Chi Zunxin and dug a trap with ambushes on all sides and deadly dangers at every step.

Chi Zunxin indeed fell for the trap.

Chi Zunxin truly fell into the trap.

In terms of tactics, Chi Zunxin was indeed outmatched by Mi Cangqiong. Chi Zunxin could have blamed it on the information gap, but he didn't. He accepted his shortcomings with equanimity.

Only by accepting our shortcomings can we become stronger.

Only when facing imminent danger can the demonic seed be stimulated.

The demonic seed can only take root, grow, blossom, and bear fruit that transcends life and death and shatters the void in a situation that is neither life nor death nor death nor life.

Facing Mi Cangqiong's deadly finger, Chi Zunxin exhaled and spoke, his tongue crackling like thunder. The demonic seed within his body was shattered by the technique of "Residual Yuan Destroying Life" and "Heavenly Demon Disintegration".

The demonic energy dispersed into the eight extraordinary meridians, and all 365 acupoints on Chi Zunxin's body were constantly absorbing and releasing the primordial energy of heaven and earth, manifesting eighteen weapons.

The martial arts practices of the two individuals are quite complementary, with elements of mutual generation and restraint.

Mi Cangqiong specializes in staff techniques, focusing on just one move.

Chi Zunxin studied various schools of thought, simplifying the complex.

Mi Cangqiong is devoid of all worldly desires, yet danger lurks within his emptiness.

Chi Zunxin believes that demonic thoughts are in a cycle, endlessly regenerating.

Without the stick, Mi Cangqiong was completely empty.

Having lost his weapon, Chi Zunxin condensed his qi into a weapon.

Even if the two people did not know each other before and had no connection, from the moment they met, it was destined that only one of them could survive.

The four elements are all empty, and there is no room for endless life.

The cycle of demonic thoughts cannot contain all four elements of evil.

For a eunuch to hone his martial arts skills to such an extent amidst cold stares, ridicule, and sarcasm, his indomitable will is sure to be legendary in martial arts history.

The demonic tyrant, capable of making a desperate gamble in the face of defeat, despair, and death, will surely be remembered by future generations for his ever-renewing demonic heart and seed.

At this moment, the two powerful figures, who were destined to be enemies and were indeed enemies, subconsciously smiled at each other, guided their qi back to its source, and exhaled loudly.

"With a single strike, the staff pierces the heavens, stabilizing the firmament!"

"No matter how powerful you are, you cannot escape the thirteen sounds of weapons!"

Amidst the roar, Mi Cangqiong's fingers and Chi Zunxin's torrent of weapons collided violently, the sound carrying for miles, and the extremely fierce and malevolent aura enveloped an area of ​​fifty or sixty feet in radius.

Anyone enveloped by the aura either had their energy drained by the overwhelming power of the four elements, or was torn to shreds by the torrent of weapons. The two people facing each other head-on at the heart of the battlefield engaged in a relentless and desperate exchange of blows.

The air blast spread out in a circular shape.

The area within a radius of fifty feet was completely cleared.

There was no need to wait for the smoke and dust to dissipate; all the smoke and dust were dissolved by internal energy. Upon closer inspection, Mi Cangqiong was seen kneeling on one knee, his face pale, his chest sunken, and his body emitting a sour and putrid stench, like an old dog covered in sores. His right hand had only three fingers remaining, and his arm was abnormally bent and twisted into a pretzel.

Chi Zunxin stood tall with his hair and beard standing on end, like a great demon god towering over the heavens and the earth. There was a hole in his chest that was as thick as an arm.

"Thief Tyrant" Chi Zunxin, die!

"Pfft!"

Mi Cangqiong collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted.

A red figure swept across the battlefield. Mi Cangqiong's godson, Wei Jinzhong, scooped up Mi Cangqiong and ran towards the Imperial Hospital at breakneck speed, faster than a rabbit.

Mi Cangqiong cannot die.

At least, right now, I absolutely cannot die.

A look of envy flashed in Wei Jinzhong's eyes.

One day, I too will reach the highest point! (End of Chapter)