Martial Arts Crossover: My Wife is the Top Scholar

Chapter 9: The Gui Xinshu lineage is wiped out!

"I bullied you, what are you going to do about it!"

Gui Erniang looked at Jiao Gongli with disdain.

The Huashan Sect has been declining in recent decades. Its leader, elders, disciples, and everyone else have been involved in numerous questionable actions, sowing the seeds of future troubles akin to Xiahou Dun's view of Louis XVI.
It's so long you can't see the end of it!

That being said, most of the elders of the Huashan Sect are intelligent, except for the Gui family lineage, where one has an underdeveloped brain and the other has a completely underdeveloped cerebellum.

Gui Xinshu was confused and bewildered, and listened to only one side of the story.

Gui Erniang was ruthless and violent, and could not distinguish right from wrong.

Their master, "Divine Sword Immortal Ape" Mu Renqing, appears to be fair and just, but in reality, he is biased and protective of his own, which makes the Gui clan increasingly arrogant and reckless.

Jiao Gongli suppressed his anger and retorted: "I have some misunderstandings with my nephew Min. I want to hold a gathering of heroes to clarify the misunderstandings in front of all the heroes."

Now, before the Heroes' Gathering has even begun, a disciple of Gui Erxia has come to provoke us, drawing his sword to kill. Is this how the prestigious Huashan Sect teaches its disciples?

Gui Erxia, my martial arts are far inferior to yours, but the Golden Dragon Gang has three thousand disciples who are not easy to bully!

Shouldn't you give me an explanation?

Before he could finish speaking, Sun Zhongjun angrily shouted, "Master, don't listen to this old coffin-stuffer's nonsense! He and that Min fellow are in cahoots, playing tricks on my Huashan Sect!"
It's not that I, the disciple, indiscriminately killed innocent people; it's just that Old Man Jiao and that man surnamed Min have gone too far in bullying us. I couldn't stand it, so I went to their door to reason with them, but they detained me directly.

Master, look at the ropes binding me!

It's obvious who's bullying whom!
Don't fall for Jiao Lao'er's tricks!
The pretty boy over there was invited by Old Jiao to help out. It was he who captured the disciple, and the sword that the master had given to the disciple was broken by this pretty boy.

Old Jiao said that you have failed to teach your disciples properly, that the pretty boy looks down on the Huashan sword technique, that your disciple is incompetent and has disgraced you, and that he wishes he could die with them.

Master, avenge me…

Sun Zhongjun's voice was hoarse and strained, as if she had truly suffered a great injustice; her acting skills were absolutely award-winning.

Li Zhaoting was amazed.

Sun Zhongjun's swordsmanship is nothing to brag about, but her ability to distort the truth, smear others, and label people is more than enough for her to be a journalism professor or an online celebrity.

Tang Zhuquan stared wide-eyed, dumbfounded. He had once fought with thirty shrewish women from the streets and won a great victory, but he had never seen anyone so shameless.

As expected of a disciple of Mount Hua!
The power of words far surpasses even the thirteen techniques of Qingfeng!

Gui Xinshu glared at Feng Suzhen: "You're the one who broke my disciple's sword and tied him up?"

Feng Suzhen retorted, "I did it to stop Sun Zhongjun from indiscriminately killing innocent people. Gui Xinshu, a teacher's duty is to impart knowledge, teach skills, and resolve doubts. As a teacher, you should..."

Gui Xinshu roared, "You scoundrel! What business is it of yours how the Huashan Sect teaches its disciples? Which sect are you from, daring to look down on the Huashan Sect?"

"No sect or faction!"

"Since that's the case, cut off your own arm, kowtow to my disciple and apologize, and I'll spare your life!"

Gui Erniang stared at Feng Suzhen with a sinister look.

Unlike Gui Xinshu, who was a simpleton, Gui Erniang was somewhat knowledgeable and saw that Feng Suzhen was a woman disguised as a man. She deliberately made humiliating remarks to make the matter escalate completely.

Tang Zhuquan stood up abruptly: "You surnamed Gui, you can't distinguish right from wrong and you're biased and protective of your own. The century-old reputation of the Huashan Sect and the leadership of the seven major sword sects are probably doomed!"

Tang Zhuquan's words were neither threats nor vulgar insults, but rather a brutal trampling on the fragile self-esteem of the Huashan disciples.

Hit people without slapping their faces, and expose people without revealing shortcomings.

Emei has two sects, Buddhism and Taoism, and the leaders of both sects are listed on the Heavenly Stars List. They have elites such as the Three Heroes and Four Outstanding Individuals, and are related to Wudang by marriage. They have more than 3,000 disciples.

The Tianshan Sect was founded over a hundred years ago by the unparalleled grandmaster Zhang Danfeng. It possesses unique skills in internal energy cultivation, swordsmanship, and hidden weapons, and its martial arts are no less than those of Shaolin.

Cihang Jingzhai has few disciples, but each generation of disciples is the most beautiful woman in the world, with countless admirers. Thirteen years ago, they even took in a disciple of unparalleled beauty.

Which of the three sword sects is inferior to Mount Hua?
If it weren't for the exquisite "Thirteen Styles of Qingfeng" sword technique, the position of the Huashan Sect's leader would have long been taken over by Emei, Cihang Jingzhai, and Tianshan.

Gui Xinshu was reckless, hot-tempered, impulsive, and easily angered. How could he bear such words? He immediately launched a furious attack with his fists!
Gui Erniang drew her sword and charged at Feng Suzhen.

Just as Feng Suzhen was about to retaliate, Li Zhaoting stepped past her and pointed his green bamboo staff at Gui Erniang's heart. Gui Erniang was startled, took two steps back, and swung her sword to fight back.

The beauty of Mount Hua lies in its "uniqueness and danger," and so does the Mount Hua swordplay. The moves may seem simple, but they are actually complex and varied, with an indescribable elegance and wonder.

Gui Erniang has practiced diligently for decades, even relying on time to accumulate seniority, and has developed superb swordsmanship.

With a horizontal slash, the blade lightly grazed the bamboo staff and aimed at Li Zhaoting's wrist. His five fingers moved with incredible agility, changing the trajectory of the sword tip several times in a second.

At the same time, Gui Xinshu attacked from both sides.

Gui Xinshu, nicknamed "Invincible Divine Fist," was quite skilled in fist and foot techniques. His powerful punches could shatter monuments and break stones like cannonballs, striking Li Zhaoting's vital chest and abdomen.

Just as Tang Zhuquan was about to lend a hand, he saw Li Zhaoting gently circle his green bamboo staff, encircling Gui Xinshu and Gui Erniang into a sword circle, scattering two or three sword energies.

With two sharp sounds, the ropes binding Sun Zhongjun and Mei Jianhe were severed by the sword energy. Sun Zhongjun rubbed his wrist, aimed at Li Zhaoting's back, and struck him with a palm.

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Li Zhaoting waved his hand and made a move like Su Qin carrying a sword, striking Sun Zhongjun's wrist. With a slight movement, he passed in front of the Gui couple.

Tang Zhuquan picked up the wine jar, took a sip, and comforted Feng Suzhen: "Sister-in-law, don't worry. Brother Li has been prepared for a long time. He's going to make a name for himself with one sword!"

"How do you become famous?" "Just wait and watch the show. Come on, have a drink! It's top-quality peach blossom wine, I bought it from the Qinhuai River!"

"Brother Tang."

"what happened?"

Tang Zhuquan wiped his mouth in bewilderment.

Feng Suzhen, like a cunning fox stealing a chicken, said: "You don't want Uncle Tang to know you went to the brothel, do you?"

Tang Zhuquan: (⊙﹏⊙)
Jiao Gongli was not skilled in martial arts, but he was shrewd and experienced. Taking advantage of the fight between the two sides, he brought over all the gang leaders that Min Zihua had invited and explained the cause and effect.

Sun Zhongjun's ability to distort the truth might fool Gui Xinshu, but it wouldn't fool these seasoned veterans.

Seeing the corpses lying scattered about, seeing Luo Liru with her severed arm and injuries, and recalling Gui Jia's ruthless and domineering nature, the course of events, right and wrong, became crystal clear.

There was also a man named Hong Shenghai who cried and shouted that the Gui family had indiscriminately killed innocent people, including his eighty-year-old mother and eight-year-old child.

Sun Zhongjun sneered, "You surnamed Hong, you've offended me. I'm already being merciful by sparing your life. What are you yelling about? I'll send you to see your mother later!"

Before he could finish speaking, Li Zhaoting's gentle swordsmanship suddenly turned into a raging storm.

Li Zhaoting didn't want to cause trouble for the Golden Dragon Gang, but he also wanted to see what was so special about the Huashan sword technique. So he deliberately delayed their attacks, and his moves were all countered by their own.

Now that everyone is here and everything has been discussed, the hellish hell is ready.

A murderous glint flashed in Li Zhaoting's eyes.

With the activation of his inner strength, the green bamboo staff shattered, transforming into slender bamboo strips. He grabbed them forcefully with his right hand and rubbed them with his left, creating a bamboo sword.

The sword energy unfolded like a peacock spreading its tail, layer by layer, or like a summer evening breeze blowing through a bamboo forest, with bamboo leaves suddenly falling from the bamboo joints and transforming into streaks of sword light.

The speed, precision, and artistry of this sword strike are comparable to the legendary "Gongsun Sword Dance."

The bamboo sword in his hand was not like a weapon to kill, but more like a master painter's brush. The painter was drunk and inspired. He picked up his brush and painted the mountains red and the forests dyed in vibrant colors.

Even the most beautiful courtesans of the Qinhuai River, and even the successors of Gongsun Sword Dance, could not match such graceful and elegant dance moves that captivated and enchanted all who watched.

The Gui clan, trapped in the forest of sword energy, felt as if they had fallen into a hell of knives. They were surrounded by cold light from all sides, with no way to go to heaven or earth, and nowhere to escape.

In Gui Xinshu's senses, he entered an endless bamboo forest, where every stalk, every bamboo shoot, and every bamboo leaf exuded sword energy.

The sword energy was like the wind, like mist, like clouds, like mercury spilling onto the ground, penetrating everywhere; like a gentle breeze caressing willows, soft and soothing; like a clear spring in the forest, ethereal and endless.

In a daze, Gui Xinshu suddenly awoke.

The swordsmanship used by Li Zhaoting is somewhat similar to the "Thirteen Styles of Qingfeng" personally taught by the head of the Huashan Sect. Although the moves may be different, the sword spirit and intent are from the same source.

Do not!
They do not originate from the same source.

It is the fusion of all rivers flowing into the sea, the melting of all essences into one furnace, like refining medicine, condensing the essence of all herbs and medicines into a peerless sword pellet.

With his sword in hand, Li Zhaoting was like a judge of the underworld. The bamboo sword in his hand was neither a paintbrush nor a magic brush, but a judge's pen that could snatch souls and take lives.

"laugh!"

A piercing explosion echoed through the air.

Li Zhaoting floated down from mid-air, his bamboo sword turning to ashes. Gui Xinshu and his apprentice stood frozen in place, then knelt down, bloodstains bursting from their foreheads.

Each person has a small scar on their forehead, shaped like a plum blossom braving the snow. Each sword mark has five neat petals, and the sword energy penetrates deep into the brain.

"I would like to trouble Chief Jiao to prepare four coffins!"

Li Zhaoting left a message, then reached out and put his arm around Feng Suzhen's slender waist before quietly leaving the Golden Dragon Gang.

Tang Zhuquan tried to run away, but it was too late. Many sect leaders swarmed around him and showered him with praise.

On the one hand, they want to curry favor with powerful figures.

On the one hand, they asked Tang Zhuquan to take the blame.

The Gui family line was wiped out by Li Zhaoting, and Mount Hua will certainly not let it go. How can these small, insignificant families withstand the retaliation? They must shift the blame to someone else!

Looking at the gang leaders, elders, and managers swarming in, their smiles brighter than chrysanthemums, Tang Zhuquan clenched his fists and cursed Li Zhaoting a hundred times.

……

"Don't you think I went too far?"

"Does my lord regard me as a child? Although I have little experience in the ways of the world, I understand one principle: some people are unreasonable, and there is no need to reason with them."

Feng Suzhen playfully punched Li Zhaoting twice.

Gui Xinshu and his apprentice are both narrow-minded, cruel, and vicious. Being tolerant and kind to such people will not bring any reward, but only endless revenge.

If you beat the snake, you will not die, but you will be harmed by it.

If you encounter a venomous snake, you must kill it on the spot!
Feng Suzhen was a top scholar, resilient and decisive, and by no means a soft-hearted person. She would kill someone like Sun Zhongjun directly without batting an eye!
(End of this chapter)