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

"Master, are there really immortals in this world?"

"Perhaps."

Shi Feixuan was stunned for a moment. Did immortals really exist? Although her master hadn't given a definitive answer, she seemed to believe in their existence. But now, the world was devoid of spiritual energy; if immortals remained in the mortal realm, wouldn't they also perish?

"Feixuan, don't think too much. Right now, we need to escape Cihang Jingzhai, that place of trouble. Not far ahead is the residence of my registered servant, Shi Qingxuan. Let's go there to hide for a while and avoid those who are chasing us."

"Yes, Master."

Macy's Town.

Su Qingfeng stood on the second floor of the inn, watching the passersby on the street. This was the only way to Luoyang, and he had been staying here for two days, sending out all his guards and assassins to search for Fan Qinghui and Shi Feixuan.

Su Qingfeng was getting anxious. For the past two days, he had been searching for the two with his spiritual power, but to no avail. His current worry was that Fan Qinghui and Shi Feixuan had been captured by Di Ni.

At this moment, the Black Widow went upstairs to bow and report:

"Master, a guard has reported that signs of a fight have been found in the western mountains. Moreover, the western forest area is the secluded residence of Shi Qingxuan, the daughter of the Evil King Shi Zhixuan."

"In the western mountains? Signs of a struggle? Shi Qingxuan..." Su Qingfeng's eyes narrowed. "Black Widow, order all guards and assassins to rush to Shi Qingxuan's secluded place. Fan Qinghui and Shi Feixuan must have gone to Shi Qingxuan for help, after all, Shi Qingxuan is Fan Qinghui's protégé."

"Yes, Master."

Inside the secluded forest cottage, Shi Qingxuan looked at Shi Zhixuan, who lingered outside, feeling utterly helpless. It had been almost half a month, and she hadn't spoken a single word to him, yet Shi Zhixuan was determined to stay there, delivering tonics every day without fail.

Sometimes Shi Qingxuan really wanted to tell him to stop, and even wanted him to do what he was supposed to do, but when she thought of her mother's death, she clenched her fists and swallowed her words.

A loud "boom" rang out, followed by the sounds of fighting in the distance. Shi Qingxuan frowned – this was her secluded place, and also the burial place of her mother; she didn't want her peace disturbed by江湖 (jianghu, the martial arts world) feuds.

"Qingxuan, stay inside and don't come out. Leave these people to your father. Be careful not to harm the baby," Shi Zhixuan anxiously instructed Shi Qingxuan inside the bamboo house.

He was furious: his daughter needed to rest, and these martial arts figures dared to disturb her; he wished he could kill them all.

Shi Qingxuan's temples throbbed. What did he mean by "disturbing the pregnancy"? She really wanted to shout at Shi Zhixuan that she wasn't pregnant at all, but she didn't want to pay him any attention. She could only glare at him in embarrassment and annoyance before turning her gaze to the person who was about to arrive.

"master!"

Unexpectedly, it was Fan Qinghui, the abbot of Cihang Jingzhai, and Shi Feixuan who arrived, both looking quite disheveled. Shi Qingxuan hurriedly rushed forward and helped Fan Qinghui, who was about to fall.

"Qingxuan, I'm afraid I've caused you trouble this time," Fan Qinghui said weakly.

"Master, what happened? Senior Sister, are you alright?"

"It's a long story..." Fan Qinghui looked at the pursuers behind her and shook her head.

Shi Feixuan looked at her junior sister, whom she had never met before, and said softly, "Junior Sister Qingxuan, I'm fine, just a little exhausted."

Shi Zhixuan hadn't expected Fan Qinghui to be so badly injured. Cihang Jingzhai was a powerful force; who would dare to harm them, master and disciple? He watched the approaching figure, a sense of curiosity rising within him.

Seeing Fan Qinghui's disheveled appearance, Shi Zhixuan couldn't help but sneer:

"Old nun, you look truly pitiful. Who is harassing you?"

Fan Qinghui never expected to encounter the Evil King Shi Zhixuan here. Faced with the mockery of her former enemy, she could only smile bitterly: "The Evil King is here too... We are from Cihang Jingzhai, and my master and I are now regarded as traitors."

"Hahaha, what goes around comes around! Who told you Cihang Jingzhai to keep chasing after me back then?"

"Evil King, please take Qingxuan and Feixuan and leave first. I will hold off the pursuers."

"Hmph, with me here, what is there to fear from the people of Cihang Jingzhai?"

Seeing that Shi Zhixuan looked indifferent, Fan Qinghui quickly reminded him, "Evil King, don't talk big here. More than ten grandmasters have arrived this time, even a great grandmaster."

Shi Zhixuan was stunned: "More than ten Grandmasters? And even Great Grandmasters? Where did your Cihang Jingzhai get so many experts?" He really couldn't understand. If Cihang Jingzhai really had such strength, why did they need to rely on Ning Daoqi and the four holy monks of Jingnian Temple to capture him in the past?

As they were talking, hundreds of women in white appeared, swords in hand, led by fourteen imposing middle-aged women, and surrounded Fan Qinghui, Shi Zhixuan, and the others.

A middle-aged nun coldly said to Fan Qinghui and Shi Feixuan, "Fan Qinghui, Shi Feixuan, the abbess has ordered that if you do not surrender, you will be killed without mercy."

Fan Qinghui pointed her sword at the nuns and said angrily, "Kill us if you want, but do you think we'll surrender? Absolutely not!" She knew that if she went back and fell into the hands of her master, whose temperament had changed drastically, she would probably suffer a fate worse than death.

"Then let them die! Kill them!"

"yes!"

"The Immortal Seal Technique—"

With a loud crash, Shi Zhixuan saw that these people were ignoring him and about to attack, so he casually sent more than ten Cihang Jingzhai disciples flying.

The middle-aged nun, realizing that Shi Zhixuan was actually a Grandmaster, changed her expression: "Grandmaster? Who are you? This is an internal matter of Cihang Jingzhai; those who are not involved should leave immediately!"

Shi Zhixuan looked her over strangely and laughed, "You don't even recognize me from the Cihang Jingzhai? Fan Qinghui, are these people really from your temple?"

Fan Qinghui replied, "They were personally trained by Dini, so they probably don't recognize the Evil King."

"That old nun Di Ni is still alive? No wonder you were hunted down to this place by Cihang Jingzhai."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged nun took a few steps back: "Evil King Shi Zhixuan? You are Evil King Shi Zhixuan?" She knew the strength of the Evil King well, and that even if everyone on her side were combined, they might not be able to defeat him. She could only hope that the abbess Yan Jing'an would arrive as soon as possible.

"Indeed, I am the Evil King Shi Zhixuan."

"Evil King, this matter has nothing to do with you. Don't bring trouble upon yourself."

"What if I insist on provoking them?"

"Then you will perish here today." A gentle voice drifted from afar.

Shi Zhixuan, Fan Qinghui, and the others only saw a woman in white suddenly appear opposite them. The woman was extremely beautiful, seemingly delicate, with long black hair tied up on her head. Her age was hard to tell, but she should at least be around the same age as Fan Qinghui.

"Greetings, Abbess Yan Jing'an."

When the women of Cihang Jingzhai saw her, they all bowed to her.

"A Grandmaster... I never expected Cihang Jingzhai to be hiding a Grandmaster." Shi Zhixuan's expression turned solemn. With a Grandmaster here, things were getting complicated. There were still more than ten Grandmasters and hundreds of Cihang Jingzhai disciples at the Innate Realm. Fan Qinghui, Shi Feixuan, and Shi Qingxuan certainly couldn't handle the rest. If they were entangled by this Grandmaster, they feared they would not escape death.

Yan Jing'an looked at Shi Zhixuan and asked with a smile, "Shi Zhixuan, are you going to invite trouble for yourself again?"

Shi Zhixuan looked at his daughter Shi Qingxuan, knowing he couldn't take her away—Qingxuan would never abandon her master and run away alone, and he couldn't possibly disregard his daughter's life or death.

Shi Zhixuan responded loudly, "Why not?"

"Then your daughter, Shi Qingxuan, will also perish here."

"You might as well give it a try."

Sizzle! Sizzle!

Just as the members of Cihang Jingzhai stepped forward, one by one, they were suddenly struck down with their throats slit. The remaining members were terrified by this turn of events and retreated hastily, but it was too late—as they retreated, more than twenty more members were killed by having their throats slit.

Yan Jing'an and Shi Zhixuan noticed something was wrong. After exchanging blows, they separated, both wanting to find out what had happened.

Fan Qinghui, Shi Feixuan, and Shi Qingxuan were also puzzled, but the newcomers were clearly friends, not enemies, otherwise they would not have attacked and killed the people from Cihang Jingzhai.

"Who is it? Who helped Fan Qinghui?" Yan Jing'an was both angry and shocked to see more than thirty people die in an instant, including two grandmaster-level experts, and all of them were powerless to resist.

"Whose friends are here?" Fan Qinghui asked, raising her voice to the surroundings.

As soon as she finished speaking, a woman dressed in black and veiled suddenly appeared beside Fan Qinghui and bowed, saying:

"Youxue, captain of the third Shadow Squad, greets Madam."

"Greetings, Madam."

Subsequently, twelve more women dressed in black and masked appeared and bowed to Fan Qinghui in unison.

Hearing the women address her as "Madam," Fan Qinghui's face flushed crimson. She guessed they must be Su Qingfeng's henchmen, otherwise they wouldn't address her that way. Noticing all eyes on her, she took a deep breath and asked, both embarrassed and annoyed:

"Are you Su Qingfeng's people?"

"Yes, madam. Master is on his way."

"He actually knew to come... at least that guy has some conscience."

Hearing that Su Qingfeng was arriving soon, Fan Qinghui felt a little relieved. As long as that person arrived, the current crisis could be resolved. Today, none of the people from Cihang Jingzhai would be able to escape—Su Qingfeng would never let go of those who were targeting her and Shi Feixuan.

Yan Jing'an, standing to the side, also understood; these women in black were subordinates of Fan Qinghui's nemesis. She looked at Fan Qinghui, surprised that someone of her age already had a man, and found it all rather laughable.

"I never expected you to get married. It seems that it wasn't entirely unjust for your master to kill you."

"Yan Jing'an, stop with your sarcastic remarks. What business is it of yours whether I get married or not?"

Yan Jing'an scoffed, "You've truly disgraced Cihang Jingzhai."

"We'll see if you're still so stubborn later!"

Fan Qinghui was both ashamed and angry, inwardly blaming Su Qingfeng: How could this bastard instruct his subordinates? He's really lost face now. She and Su Qingfeng clearly had no relationship whatsoever; he must have deliberately had someone call her that.

With a few whooshing sounds, figures appeared one after another.

"Shadow Fourth Squad pays respects to Madam."

"Shadow Fifth Squad pays respects to Madam."

"Shadow Sixth Squad pays respects to Madam."

In a short while, hundreds of shadow assassins appeared and bowed to Fan Qinghui in unison.

Fan Qinghui was so angry she wanted to kill Su Qingfeng immediately. This bastard was clearly trying to ruin her reputation; how could she ever face anyone again?

Seeing that the number of shadow assassins was increasing, Shi Feixuan smiled slightly. She knew that Su Qingfeng and her master had nothing between them, and this was definitely that person playing a trick on her master again.

dong dong dong-

A series of orderly footsteps approached. Everyone turned their heads and saw hundreds of men in black, armed with crossbows and short blades at their waists, quickly surrounding them like an army.