Martial Arts Crossover: My Wife is the Top Scholar

Chapter 67 You've done a great job, here's a reward for Li Zhaoting.
"What a mistake!"

Li Zhaoting rubbed his temples, used his inner energy to dry his wet clothes, and said in a rather annoyed tone.

Lan Fenghuang provocatively said in a sarcastic tone, "Brother Li has taken a fancy to that woman? Tsk tsk, she's not me. With her personality, she'll definitely compete with my sister for the top spot!"

"What are you thinking? I am a gentleman, not a lustful devil. How could I be lustful at the sight of a beautiful woman?"

"If you weren't lustful at first sight, why did you hold back?"

“If I don’t hold back, Li Shengnan will surely die. She’s too stubborn; she almost drowned herself.”

"what?"

"The Demonic Sect's headquarters is located in the Western Regions, where there are no major rivers like the Yangtze River. Li Shengnan's swimming skills are quite average."

"How good is Brother Li at swimming?"

"Slightly inferior to Chu Liuxiang."

"Brother Li, Li Shengnan is soaking wet. Did you get a good look at her figure? How does her figure compare to mine? My mother once said that I could have five or six sons!"

"Truth or lie?"

"Of course it's a lie."

"what?"

"I'm not as clever as Sister Feng. What's the point of hearing the truth? It's never as pleasant as a lie. The fact that you can make up lies to fool me means you care about me!"

Blue Phoenix proudly curled her nose.

Li Zhaoting gently stroked the tip of her nose.

The soft can overcome the hard; even the hardest steel cannot escape the gentle touch.

Miao women are indeed known for their affection; their reputation is well-deserved.

No wonder heroes and valiant men always fall in love with Miao women.

No wonder Miao women are always betrayed by scumbags.

She has inherited a love-struck mindset and is adept at generating electricity through love.

If Lan Fenghuang were to join the Demonic Sect, she would surely have a place among the four princesses of the Demonic Sect, and might even become its leader.

Li Zhaoting was giving Lan Fenghuang too much credit.

The four princesses of the Demonic Sect each have their own strengths.

In particular, the four princesses of the present day are taught by the "Twelve Music Band," the strongest group in the Western Regions. Their sect's greatest achievement was joining forces to injure Zhang Sanfeng.

Although Zhang Sanfeng at that time was not a supreme immortal, he had already founded his own school, created the Tai Chi Classics, and successfully defeated the Free and Unfettered King.

The Carefree King was the number one master of the demonic path in the Central Plains. The Wudang Sect was founded by defeating the Carefree King, and only then could the Wudang Sect truly suppress its destiny and recruit more disciples.

The Twelve Girls Band's record is extremely impressive; I wouldn't say it's 100%, but it's definitely 98% or 90%.

The four princesses of the Demonic Sect were personally taught by them.

One is skilled in dance, the other in pipa; one has a beautiful singing voice, the other has a remarkable memory.

The four princesses have never made a public appearance.

Li Zhaoting was completely unaware of this.

The Demonic Sect is located in the Western Regions and is shrouded in mystery.

Jade Rakshasa possesses unparalleled martial arts skills and is one of the three Demon Lords among the Immortals, Buddhas, and Demon Lords. No one can possibly fathom what she is thinking.

In Li Zhaoting's view, Yu Luosha's purpose was nothing more than two things: either to establish a demon kingdom in the Western Regions, or to break through the void and go to a brand new world.

Masters of this caliber have long since become indifferent to worldly grievances and desires nothing more than transcendence.

As the saying goes, the devil is the Buddha.

That's what it means to be in a state of being without desires or wants.

Demons live on desires, and desires combine to form demons.

Having no desires or wants, and having achieved complete enlightenment, that is the state of a demon or a Buddha!

This is Li Zhaoting's guess.

I should be able to guess correctly... maybe four or five out of ten?
……

Li Shengnan left Wuxi like a wisp of smoke.

Having finally made it a long trip, Li Shengnan certainly wouldn't return home immediately. She would definitely want to gain more experience and fight with female warriors from the righteous path, especially those from Cihang Jingzhai.

I feel uneasy if I don't have a fight.

Li Zhaoting sent a visiting card to Wan Jintang, and Wan Jintang's eldest son, Zhu, personally entertained the distinguished guest. Looking at the chubby, wealthy man in front of him, Li Zhaoting thought to himself, "What the hell is going on?"

Without Young Master Zhu to lead the way, where can we find Bai Yujing?

Does your sect have a grudge against Bai Yujing?
Li Zhaoting devised a feud: Bai Yujing's master and his own master were old rivals. They would fight every now and then, either ending in a draw or his own master would suffer a loss. They agreed to train a disciple, and when the disciple grew up, they would let the disciples determine the winner.

This is the "universal rule" of the martial arts world.

The most famous "product" is Guo Jing.

Master's old rival?
He seems to be looking for only one person to fight.

That person is... Zhang Sanfeng!

After a period of wild thoughts, Li Zhaoting decided to go on a picnic with Tang Bohu to clear his head. He learned that Tang Bohu had left home a few days ago, supposedly to go to the capital for the imperial examination.

Tang Bohu was a romantic and dashing fairy, but also a scholar. What scholar doesn't dream of passing the imperial examination? They might say they don't, but in reality, they can't pass it.

Those who fail the exam will find excuses to be stubborn.

Those who pass the exam will surely be happy to become officials.

Tang Bohu's experience in the imperial examinations can only be described as fraught with hardship; he couldn't be more unlucky.

It's not that I lack talent, but rather that fate has played a cruel trick on me.

After failing to find the hermit twice in a row, Li Zhaoting simply went home to check on the renovation.

Just as I arrived home, Feng Suzhen handed me an invitation.

Hua Manlou's invitation.

Five days later is the 60th birthday of Hua Manlou's father, Hua Ruling. Chinese people have always liked numbers that signify completeness, and 60 is an auspicious and celebratory number, so it should be celebrated in a grand way.

The Hua family is the largest real estate developer in Jiangnan, with connections reaching the imperial palace and extending to official circles, martial arts circles, the northern polar regions, and the western regions.

On the day of the birthday banquet, there were many guests coming and going. In order to prevent any mishaps, guests who were on good terms with the Hua family would often arrive two days in advance, since the Hua family had no shortage of mansions and guest rooms everywhere.

The birthday banquet was to be held in Peach Blossom Fort, a journey that would take about two days at a fast pace. Li Zhaoting decided not to rush to the celebration and instead rest at home for two days first.

……

The bathroom has been built.

The craftsmen of the Hua family built a small swimming pool that can accommodate about ten people. The edge of the pool is lined with pebbles arranged according to the human body's meridians, which has a massage effect.

Considering Li Zhaoting's youthful philandering, the craftsmen specially installed some small items that could not be used alone and whose effects would need to be explored in detail later.

Li Zhaoting was soaking in the pool, leaning against the smooth, jade-like backrest, his arms and legs outstretched, his whole body limp and relaxed, completely at ease. Mei Zhu took a bath towel and gently scrubbed Li Zhaoting's back inch by inch.

"The son-in-law is out having a good time, leaving the young lady alone at home. He's a heartless scoundrel!"

Mei Zhu muttered a few complaints in a low voice.

Li Zhaoting flicked a few drops of water and joked, "Is it Suzhen who can't sleep at night, or you, little girl? You've lost a lot of weight since I last saw you."

"Oh? Is that so? It's all the son-in-law's fault!"

"Little girl, you need to eat and sleep more, and get your body plump and healthy. Being too thin will affect your health."

"Does the son-in-law not like thin women?"

"I don't have any of King Ling of Chu's eccentric hobbies!"

"Tsk tsk~ How could the son-in-law hide it from me? The dance on the palm ends and the flute music ceases, the autumn night is long in the thirty-six palaces. Isn't what the son-in-law likes most the light body that can dance on the palm?"

"Little girl, where did you hear that from?"

"Of course, it was Miss who told me."

"You misunderstood."

What does the son-in-law like?

"With light steps, her silk stockings stir up dust!"

Li Zhaoting waved and carried Meizhu down.

With just a gentle touch, Mei Zhu lost all strength and collapsed into Li Zhaoting's arms, unable to move an inch.

As Feng Suzhen's personal maid, Meizhu had long been mentally prepared. Li Zhaoting was handsome, skilled in martial arts, and proficient in both literature and martial arts. Meizhu was very willing, but unfortunately, she had no opportunity, which is why she has stayed until now.

For the past two months, Mei Zhu has been diligently handling household affairs, and Feng Suzhen has decided to reward her.

Prize: Li Zhaoting!

Time: Tonight!
Lan Fenghuang was taken away by Feng Suzhen.

Lan Fenghuang wanted a full report of everything Li Zhaoting had done along the way. Feng Suzhen looked at Lan Fenghuang with a half-smile, the corners of her mouth slightly upturned.

Because Feng Suzhen had always displayed the gentle temperament of a virtuous wife and loving mother, Lan Fenghuang was not afraid of her. However, tonight, Feng Suzhen held paper and pen, adopted a posture of interrogation, and her eyebrows and eyes became more sharp. With just a casual glance, Lan Fenghuang knelt down softly.

One round, a complete defeat!

Lan Fenghuang answered whatever Feng Suzhen asked honestly, having long since abandoned any previous plans to embellish or create a conflict between two tigers.

Feng Suzhen has an incredibly strong presence.

Li Shengnan's temperament is one of aloofness from the world, like a snow lotus blooming defiantly in the cold on the Kunlun Mountains, like a fierce wind and frost, like a majestic and precipitous glacier.

Feng Suzhen was neither lonely nor cold, nor did she possess the ferocity to kill all things. She had a smile on her lips and a smile on her face, and her every move was full of warmth. But with just a slight smile or a chilling glance, she could make Lan Fenghuang, the leader of the Five Poisons Sect, lose all will to resist.

Blue Phoenix cannot describe this kind of temperament.

If I had to describe it, it would be like a county magistrate holding a trial, and she was the petty thief being interrogated.

The county magistrate was a weak scholar who knew no martial arts and could not defeat the thieves who roamed the streets. However, as long as the county magistrate gave an order, dozens of cruel tortures would be inflicted.

First, they'd give him a beating to intimidate him, leaving him with torn skin, broken tendons, and fractures. Then they'd whip him, brand him with iron, put him on the tiger bench, and put him in a 30-pound cangue. Even an iron man would turn into a mud man.

Feng Suzhen possessed this kind of imposing presence.

With lowered eyes and a gentle smile, her laughter was warm as a spring breeze in March, yet it sent chills down one's spine, as if a large, white-browed tiger with piercing eyes was silently staring at the back of one's neck.

"Sister, I..."

"Don't be afraid, little sister. Speak your mind. We're best friends. What can't we say directly?"

"Won't my sister beat me up?"

"Don't worry, how could I bear to!"

"Oh, is that so..."

"How is Ru Shuang's appearance?"

"They came and went too fast, I didn't see them clearly."

"Hasn't Ru Shuang thought of repaying the life-saving grace?"

“Brother Li ran very fast. Before Ru Shuang could express her gratitude to him, Brother Li had already left.”

Was Wang Yuyan really that knowledgeable?

"Her eyes and tongue are very sharp."

"The Holy Maiden of the Demonic Sect, Li Shengnan, is unable to swim?"

"With a month, she will definitely try her best to learn how to swim and master water combat skills as soon as possible. Li Shengnan is very competitive, and the next time will definitely be a water battle. This duel will not end until she wins the water battle."

"Has the leader of the Demonic Sect been kicked in the head by a donkey?"

Feng Suzhen genuinely believed that the leader of the Demonic Cult had lost his mind, otherwise he wouldn't have made such a heinous decision; it was like throwing good money after bad!
Doesn't Jade Rakshasa have a son?
Does your son know about this?
This really isn't the fault of the cult leader.

Jade Rakshasa is a martial arts master, not a deity.

He didn't expect that Li Zhaoting would be so uncivilized, having a water fight with Li Shengnan, but then become too civilized, realizing that Li Shengnan wasn't good at swimming, and deliberately revealing his weakness to admit defeat.

One instance of disregarding martial ethics, and another of excessive emphasis on them, stirred up Li Shengnan's competitive spirit. Originally intending to bring Li Zhaoting back to the Demonic Sect's headquarters, she now resolved to defeat Li Zhaoting in a naval battle, or she would never return to the Demonic Sect.

Swimming skills cannot be mastered in a short time.

This requires years of rigorous training.

Let alone a month, even if Li Shengnan were given two or three years, it would be difficult for her to develop swimming skills.

For three consecutive years, young men and women competed in martial arts battles, each time in water, and each time they ended up soaking wet.

You'll either become mortal enemies, best friends, lovers, or perish together...

(End of this chapter)