Martial Arts Universe: With a single command, 100,000 iron cavalry will sweep across the martial wor

"Great Ming Dynasty, Abbess Miejue of the Emei Sect has arrived—"

An elderly nun with a stern face led a group of young nuns in.

Immediately afterwards:

"Great Song Dynasty, Abbot Xuanci of Shaolin Temple has arrived."

"Great Song Dynasty, Peach Blossom Island Master Huang Yaoshi has arrived."

"The young prince of the Jin Kingdom, Wanyan Kang, has arrived."

"The Mongolian princess Zhao Min has arrived."

"Song Yuanqiao of the Wudang Sect of the Ming Dynasty has arrived."

"Song Zhi, the younger brother of the Great Sui Heavenly Blade, has arrived."

"Duan Zhengchun, the Prince of Zhennan of Dali, has arrived."

……

Su Qingfeng, with the two women in his arms, was stunned as he heard these names announced one after another. How could a simple Beggars' Sect gathering attract so many grandmasters from various sects, and even dignitaries from different countries?

He knew that this matter was far from simple and that he was not there just for Qiao Feng.

Turning to Li** beside him, Su Qingfeng asked in a low voice, "Brother Li, do you know why so many people have gathered here today?"

Li** also looked puzzled: "I don't understand either. So many grandmasters have come; something big must have happened."

Su Qingfeng shook his head: "I only heard that the Northern Beggars' Clan was going to harm Qiao Feng, and I know nothing else."

Li** looked at the figures appearing one after another in the arena and said in a deep voice, "Then let's wait and see. It seems that things won't be peaceful in Xingzilin today."

Su Qingfeng then looked at the gang members present. He didn't care why these experts had gathered here; he was just there to watch the show, and whatever happened was none of his business.

Seeing that Su Qingfeng seemed to recognize these people, Wanwan asked curiously:

"Su Qingfeng, do you know all these people?"

Su Qingfeng reached out and gently stroked Wanwan's cheek, replying with a smile:

"I've only heard the name, but this is the first time I've met him."

Wanwan angrily slapped his hand away and pressed him for an answer:

"You're not a member of the martial arts world, how would you know their names?"

Snapped--

Seeing that she kept asking about him, Su Qingfeng lightly patted her on the bottom and said:

"Why ask so many questions? Just because you're not a member of the martial arts world doesn't mean you can't know their names!"

He regretted it after hitting her, remembering that Wanwan, that little vixen, was very vengeful. It seemed he had to leave quickly after the Beggars' Sect gathering, otherwise she would never let it go easily. However, the feel of hitting her was quite good.

Wanwan blushed instantly, embarrassed and annoyed, and said:

"You...you dare to hit me..."

Shi Feixuan, who was standing to the side, blushed as she listened and lowered her head, not daring to look at Su Qingfeng, for fear that he would do the same thing to her, which would be too embarrassing.

Li pretended not to hear anything and focused intently on the martial arts practitioners in Xingzilin.

Lin Shiyin blushed and glared at Su Qingfeng, convinced that he was no good person. He had hit a woman in public, clearly a lecherous man.

Su Qingfeng leaned close to Wanwan's ear and whispered:

"You're mine now, so what's wrong with hitting you once? If you're not satisfied, you can come again."

Wanwan's face turned bright red with anger, and she glared at him fiercely:

"**, once this is over, I'll make you pay."

In the Beggars' Sect's seating area, acquaintances were exchanging pleasantries and chatting.

On the Emei Sect's side, a woman with delicate features spoke to the woman with outstanding beauty before her:

"Zhou Zhiruo, Song Qingshu from Wudang has been staring at you. Is there something going on between you two?"

Zhou Zhiruo glanced at Song Qingshu, her expression calm:

"Senior Sister Ding, I am not familiar with Song Qingshu of Wudang, so please don't say such things again."

Ding Minjun smiled:

"Who knows? If it's unrelated, why is he always staring at you?"

She secretly hoped that Zhou Zhiruo and Song Qingshu would get together, so that she would have a better chance of taking over the leadership of Emei. If Zhou Zhiruo stayed in the sect, given her master's favoritism towards her, she probably would never become the sect leader.

Upon hearing Ding Minjun's words, Abbess Miejue glanced at Zhou Zhiruo and Song Qingshu, and immediately stopped them:

"Minjun, shut up! This is not the time to talk about such things. Since Zhiruo said she is not familiar with you, then she is not familiar with you. Do not mention it again."

"Yes, Master."

Ding Minjun was resentful. She saw that her master always protected Zhou Zhiruo and entrusted her with all matters, big and small, clearly intending to groom her to take over Emei. However, she did not know how to change her master's mind.

Zhou Zhiruo turned around and saw several people standing under the tree, three of whom were extremely beautiful. Curious about their origins, she walked to Abbess Miejue's side and whispered:

"Master, I'd like to go for a walk around the neighborhood."

Abbess Miejue nodded with a smile at her outstanding disciple:

"Go on, but don't go too far. The Beggars' Sect Assembly is about to begin."

Zhou Zhiruo pointed happily to the big tree:

"**I want to go under the tree and get to know those people.**

Abbess Miejue glanced at the several distinguished young men under the tree and let out a soft exclamation:

"Those gentlemen have an extraordinary air about them; you should go and get to know them."

She hadn't expected that even Li Xunhuan, the Flying Dagger Master of the Ming Dynasty, would be here. He was a grandmaster-level expert, and if Ruozhiruo could befriend him, it would definitely benefit Emei in the future.

"Yes, Master."

Ding Minjun looked in the direction Zhou Zhiruo was looking, and then noticed several women standing under the tree who were even more beautiful than Zhou Zhiruo. She felt much more at ease—Zhou Zhiruo was no longer the most beautiful among them. Her gaze was then drawn to the two young men beside the women.

At another table not far away, a beautiful woman stood quietly, observing the martial arts practitioners around her. Her guard behind her whispered:

"Princess, there are many experts in the Central Plains, far surpassing those in Mongolia. If we were to confront them head-on, I fear we would not succeed."

The woman chuckled softly:

"Why panic? We're just watching the show; the Beggars' Sect gathering is anything but simple."

The guard was puzzled:

"Is the princess here only to watch the play? Won't she take the opportunity to cause some trouble?"

The woman shook her head:

"This place is full of experts. We haven't brought enough people. If we act rashly, we will only suffer losses."

At this moment, a handsome young man approached with his guards, cupped his hands in greeting, and said:

"Princess Zhao Min, I am Wanyan Kang from the Jin Kingdom. May I sit with you at the same table?"

Zhao Min glanced at him, her expression indifferent, and did not reply.

"Wanyan Kang, the young prince of the Jin Kingdom? You'd better leave. It's hard to say whether the Jin Kingdom will even exist in the future."

Zhao Min knew that the Jin Kingdom would soon fall to the Mongols, and this young prince was simply courting death by coming to her side.

"You... Hmph, you don't know what's good for you!" Wanyan Kang's face turned ashen, and he cursed before turning and leaving.

"court death!"

Upon seeing that Wanyan Kang dared to be so disrespectful to the princess, Zhao Min's guards immediately prepared to teach this young prince of the Jin Kingdom a lesson.

Zhao Min waved her hand to stop her, and said calmly:

"Ah Da, let it go this time. There will be opportunities to teach him a lesson in the future."

"Yes, Princess."

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Zhao Min suddenly noticed that the gazes of those around her were subtly drifting to the side, so she looked up. There stood three stunningly beautiful women under a large tree, and they seemed to already be with someone—a young man was embracing two of them, one on each side.

Such a beautiful woman, if left unattended, would likely have been targeted by some of the scoundrels in the martial arts world. Zhao Min couldn't help but feel curious about the young man's identity.

She stood up and instructed the guards, "You wait here, I'll go check on the side."

Seeing that there were many martial arts practitioners around, Ah Da said worriedly:

"Princess, there are many experts gathered here. Perhaps I should accompany you."

Zhao Min shook her head: "No need, I'm nearby. If anything happens, you can come immediately."

"Yes, Your Highness, please be careful and call us if anything happens."

Zhao Min waved her hand and walked straight towards the big tree.

At this moment, Su Qingfeng had already released Wanwan and Shi Feixuan, and even spent a gold ingot to buy tables and chairs, and even brewed tea. Looking at these items bought with gold, he couldn't help but shake his head: indeed, money makes everything easier.

Lin Shiyin sat down and, unusually, praised Su Qingfeng:

"You did a good job this time. I didn't expect you to be a rich young master. For that reason, I'll do you the honor of sitting down."

"Hmph, who needs your presence? My two wives are in no way inferior to you."

Upon hearing this, Shi Feixuan's cheeks flushed red—Su Qingfeng had quietly taken her hand, leaving her momentarily unsure whether to pull away.

When Wanwan saw Su Qingfeng pulling Shi Feixuan, she immediately reached out and grabbed his other hand. She was both annoyed and angry: This bastard actually pulled that little nun but not her. She really wanted to beat him up on the spot.

Seeing Wanwan take the initiative to pull him, Su Qingfeng smiled and squeezed her small hand. He had pulled Shi Feixuan earlier out of habit—Jing Ni used to always sit to his left, and whenever she was beside him, Su Qingfeng would hold her hand. For a moment, Su Qingfeng mistook Shi Feixuan for Jing Ni.

To Su Qingfeng's surprise, Shi Feixuan didn't break free. In his memory, Shi Feixuan was supposed to be a person as indifferent as stone, with only her master's orders in her heart and no romantic feelings.

As for Wanwan, that little vixen, she must have gotten jealous because she saw him holding Shi Feixuan's hand; otherwise, she wouldn't have come to hold his hand. She always compares herself to Shi Feixuan in everything, and this time Su Qingfeng got a good deal—wouldn't it be a waste not to take advantage of such a bargain?

Seeing Su Qingfeng's tactlessness, Lin Shiyin was so angry that her chest heaved, and she cursed:

"You ungrateful wretch!"

Su Qingfeng glanced at her chest and coughed lightly:

"Hey, you idiot, if you curse me again, these guys around me will really get rough with you."

Lin Shiyin suddenly stood up, pointed at Su Qingfeng, and angrily said:

"You...if you're a man, come out and fight me!"

"Tch, a good man doesn't argue with a woman."

Su Qingfeng remained seated. In truth, he wasn't entirely confident; without teleportation, he might not be able to defeat Lin Shiyin. He had never learned martial arts, not even basic fist and foot techniques; Lin Shiyin, on the other hand, had some training and could easily handle ordinary people.

Lin Shiyin said disdainfully:

"If you're a coward, just say so. What's the point of making it sound so high-sounding?"

Li**, standing to the side, was stunned. He hadn't expected Lin Shiyin to be such a different person; her former gentleness and quietness seemed to have vanished, and her words and actions were completely different now.

He tugged at Lin Shiyin and whispered a reprimand:

"Shiyin, watch your words. What's wrong with you today? If I weren't here, I would have thought you weren't the Lin Shiyin I know."

Lin Shiyin was pulled down to sit down angrily and said:

"Cousin, that Su Qingfeng is awful! If we don't teach him a lesson, I'm so angry I won't be able to sleep tonight!"

Seeing her expression, Su Qingfeng continued to tease her:

"If you can't sleep, go count the stars. You'll eventually fall asleep while you're counting them."

Wanwan, who had just taken a sip of tea, choked on it upon hearing this:

"Pfft—cough cough... Su Qingfeng, stop talking now."

Shi Feixuan couldn't help but chuckle softly. She didn't understand why Su Qingfeng and Li**'s cousin were so at odds, their words immediately becoming sharp and confrontational.

Li** glanced at Su Qingfeng and Lin Shiyin, then ignored them and started drinking his wine.

He looked at the two women beside Su Qingfeng and asked, "Brother Su, you haven't introduced these two women to me yet?"

Su Qingfeng didn't react at first, until Wanwan pinched him and he came to his senses.

He quickly embraced Shi Feixuan and Wanwan, and introduced them to Li**:

"Ah, this is my wife Shi Feixuan, and this is also my wife Wanwan. They're currently arguing over who is the first wife and who is the second wife, so they don't get along very well. Please don't take offense, Brother Li."

Upon hearing that they were Shi Feixuan and Wanwan, Li** immediately understood that they were Shi Feixuan from Cihang Jingzhai and Wanwan from Yin Kui Sect. He already knew that both of them were grandmasters, but he never expected that Su Qingfeng could marry both a righteous saintess and a vixen from an evil sect, and he couldn't help but admire them secretly.

Li** wasn't sure if Su Qingfeng knew their true identities. If Su Qingfeng betrayed them in the future, they probably wouldn't even know how they died.

He smiled and reminded Su Qingfeng:

"Brother Su, you must treat your wives well from now on, and never let them down."