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

Wanwan was even more puzzled. Su Qingfeng's identity was definitely not simple—that woman had just reminded him to "be mindful of his status," so what was his background?

She couldn't help but grab Su Qingfeng's hand, staring into his eyes and asking:

"Su Qingfeng, what exactly is your identity? How does your family know a Grandmaster like you?"

Su Qingfeng casually put his arm around her waist and teased her, saying:

"Wanwan, I'm just your and Shi Feixuan's fiancé, what other identity could I have?"

"**, are you going to tell me or not?" Wanwan blushed and reached out to pinch his waist.

Su Qingfeng cried out in pain, "Ouch! You're going to assault your husband! Fei Xuan, save me!"

Shi Feixuan smiled gently: "Then tell me your true identity, and I will help you."

"Shi Feixuan, how come you've also become like Wanwan, learning bad habits?" Su Qingfeng was surprised that even the usually indifferent Shi Feixuan had become curious.

Wanwan looked at Shi Feixuan with some surprise—this little nun actually didn't contradict her this time.

She tightened her grip, laughing as she pressed, "**, are you going to tell me now or not? Otherwise, you'll be sorry."

Su Qingfeng quickly grasped her hand and changed the subject:

"Wanwan, we'll talk about this later. I have an enemy coming later, so help me deal with him."

Wanwan immediately recalled the conversation between Su Qingfeng and the Grandmaster. Of course, she had to help Su Qingfeng—she couldn't let anything happen to him before she figured out his identity.

Her expression turned serious: "Is it Li Yanzong, whom I mentioned earlier? Who exactly is he?"

Seeing her worried expression, Su Qingfeng said softly:

"Li Yanzong is Murong Fu, a descendant of the former Xianbei Yan royal family. He has always dreamed of restoring his kingdom."

Wanwan hadn't expected that Su Qingfeng's enemy was Murong Fu. Looking at Su Qingfeng, she grew increasingly curious—this man clearly didn't know martial arts, just an ordinary young master, how could he have survived until now after offending Murong Fu? This made her even more interested in Su Qingfeng's background.

"So it's Murong from the Southern Song Dynasty. This matter isn't difficult to handle. However, I won't help you without any benefit in it."

Su Qingfeng just smiled when she heard this:

"Then I'll go ask Shi Feixuan for help. She definitely won't ask me for anything in return."

Wanwan quickly grabbed him:

"You bastard, I'll help you! But from now on you'll have to tell me who you are."

Su Qingfeng put his arm around her waist and said helplessly:

"What kind of status could I possibly have? I'm just an ordinary spoiled brat."

"Still trying to fool me? Wait until the Beggars' Sect meeting is over, then I'll go home with you and see for myself. I won't believe a word you say now."

Wanwan thought to herself that it didn't matter if Su Qingfeng didn't say anything now. She could find out his background naturally after the conference ended and she went home with him.

At this time, Shi Feixuan and Li** also planned to go to Su Qingfeng's house to find out what was going on. They were all very interested in Su Qingfeng's background, especially after hearing that he had a Grandmaster elder.

Su Qingfeng didn't care about Wanwan's words. If they really wanted to go home, with Jingni there, he didn't need to worry.

He was keeping his identity hidden for now, fearing that Wanwan and Shi Feixuan might have ulterior motives towards him—their sects were both plotting against the Sui Dynasty and were searching for promising individuals to support. If Wanwan learned that he was a powerful nobleman, she might become interested, and Shi Feixuan would inevitably be drawn in as well. Once his identity was exposed, he might be kidnapped immediately.

Li** looked at the cavalry troop not far away and asked Su Qingfeng:

"Su Qingfeng, do you know which army those black-armored cavalry belong to?"

Su Qingfeng turned his head and was shocked—why were the Netherworld Iron Cavalry here? He had not ordered them to be summoned here.

Upon seeing the magnificent carriage protected by iron cavalry, Su Qingfeng immediately understood and felt a sense of helplessness.

It turns out that Su Yan had sneaked out. He had clearly ordered her not to leave Gusu City, and the Xuanwu Legion was supposed to guard the city gates strictly—how did she get out? I have to ask her about this properly later.

Zhao Min also looked at Su Qingfeng, curious about which general of the Song Dynasty this elite cavalry belonged to, so that she could figure out how to deal with it in the future.

The people around him also looked at Su Qingfeng, since he was the only one from the Song Dynasty, and the others were not from the Song Dynasty, so they naturally did not know the inside story of the army.

Seeing Su Qingfeng's wandering gaze, Wanwan reached out and nudged him.

"Su Qingfeng, what are you daydreaming about?"

Su Qingfeng snapped out of her daze, scratched her head, and replied:

"It's nothing, these are the troops from Suzhou."

Zhao Min was puzzled upon hearing this:

"Suzhou City? They have such a powerful army there? Why weren't they involved in the previous battles?"

Lin Shiyin interjected, saying to Zhao Min:

"If you ask me, this is most likely a private army kept by some high-ranking official. The old city lord of Suzhou must be a coward, otherwise how could he afford to keep such an army? Even if the Song Dynasty is defeated, it won't stop him from enjoying his life."

Su Qingfeng felt a headache coming on and really wanted to cover Lin Shiyin's mouth. This woman was nothing like the gentle woman in the legends; on the contrary, she was rather willful and capricious.

Just then—

A loud "bang!" came from the apricot grove.

Then Qiao Feng roared angrily:

"I'm a Khitan? I'm clearly a Han Chinese! Quan Guanqing, explain yourself clearly, what makes you say I'm a Khitan?"

Wanwan turned to look at the movement in the woods and asked Su Qingfeng:

"What happened inside? Why is Qiao Feng so angry?"

Seeing Su Qingfeng's calm expression, she surmised that he knew the inside story. Everyone around them looked on curiously, but Su Qingfeng calmly drank his tea, clearly having known all along.

Su Qingfeng sighed helplessly:

"Why are you looking at me? I've been with you the whole time, how would I know?"

Zhao Min also noticed something amiss and asked:

"Su Qingfeng, you seem to know everything. Why don't you tell us?"

Zhou Zhiruo also softly echoed:

"Yes, we've been here the whole time, and we don't know what's going on inside. If you know, please tell us."

Su Qingfeng thought to herself: I'm not familiar with you guys, so why are you asking me questions like old friends?

He looked at the two people in front of him—Zhao Min and Zhou Zhiruo, who would fight to the death for Zhang Wuji in the future—and saw them sitting together peacefully drinking tea. He couldn't help but shake his head inwardly.

Lin Shiyin moved closer to Su Qingfeng, clenched her fist, and shook it:

"Hey, are you going to talk or not? If you don't, I'm going to hit you."

Lin Shiyin had recovered her senses by now. When Li Qiushui arrived, she glared at her, scaring her half to death. If Li** hadn't been there, she felt that Li Qiushui's gaze could have killed her. Now, seeing Su Qingfeng, she wanted to vent her anger on him—after all, that woman was his elder.

Su Qingfeng looked at Lin Shiyin with a hint of helplessness. She was scared half to death just now, but now she's completely forgotten. Isn't she afraid that Li Qiushui might suddenly reappear? He disdainfully pushed Lin Shiyin's head away: "Get out of here, this is none of your business."

Seeing Su Qingfeng's look, Lin Shiyin clenched her fist and punched him: "**, who told you to push my head? Looks like you haven't had enough of a beating yet, have you?"

Li stopped Lin Shiyin and smiled, "Shiyin, sit down and stop fooling around. Isn't Brother Su about to speak? You can beat him up when he stops talking."

"Hey, Brother Li, that's not fair! There are only two of us men here, and you're siding with them too?" Su Qingfeng shook his head, clearly threatening him. If he didn't speak up, Li** wouldn't stop Lin Shiyin from taking action. It seemed Li** was also quite curious about this matter.

"Haha, of course my cousin is on our side!" Lin Shiyin got even more excited. "Su**, right now we have Wanwan, Shi Feixuan, Zhou Zhiruo, Zhao Min, and my cousin here. Everyone here is more skilled in martial arts than you. You'd better think carefully before you speak—not telling the truth could get you killed!"

Lin Shiyin was extremely excited. Even Wanwan and Shi Feixuan hadn't spoken up for Su Qingfeng this time. If he still refused to confess, she could give him another good beating.

Su Qingfeng glanced at Wanwan and Shi Feixuan, and seeing that they were also looking at him curiously, he knew they wouldn't help him this time. As for Zhou Zhiruo and Zhao Min, he knew without looking that they also wanted to hear.

It seemed she had no choice but to give a brief explanation:

"I don't know much either. I've only heard that this Beggars' Sect meeting was because someone in the sect wanted to frame Qiao Feng, and quite a few forces and people were involved. Even if Qiao Feng doesn't die this time, he won't be able to keep his position as the leader of the Beggars' Sect—because he is a Khitan from the Liao Kingdom."

Lin Shiyin pressed on, asking, "You mean someone in the Beggars' Sect is plotting something? And others are involved? Qiao Feng is actually a Khitan?"

Su Qingfeng ignored her and continued speaking:

"At least four elders in the Beggars' Sect are going to be implicated, and the leader is called Quan Guanqing. Actually, what you don't know is that this internal strife in the Beggars' Sect was caused by a woman."

Madam Ma, the wife of Ma Dayuan, the vice leader of the Northern Beggars' Clan, harbors feelings for Qiao Feng, but Qiao Feng, being an upright man, remains indifferent to her. Unbeknownst to Qiao Feng, this very woman is now plotting to completely destroy him.

In order to take revenge on Qiao Feng, Madam Ma conspired with her lover Quan Guanqing to murder Ma Dayuan, attempting to frame Qiao Feng. And Quan Guanqing was not Madam Ma's only lover.

Most of the Beggar Clan elders who plotted against Qiao Feng had affairs with Madam Ma. Even the elderly Elder Xu was entangled with her; it was unclear whether he still had the energy for it. Wanwan couldn't help but interrupt, and Shi Feixuan gently pinched Su Qingfeng.

Wanwan grabbed Su Qingfeng's arm, somewhat annoyed, and said, "Can't you just get to the point? These miscellaneous things can be glossed over briefly, why go into so much detail? But, is everything you just said true?"

Su Qingfeng looked at Wanwan, then at Shi Feixuan, and replied helplessly, "Of course it's true. Why would I lie to you? If you don't believe me, just keep watching and you'll see. Elder Xu should be showing up soon."

Zhao Min asked Su Qingfeng curiously, "Which forces will be involved this time?"

Su Qingfeng thought for a moment. This was now a world of martial arts, and it was uncertain who would be involved, but Shaolin Temple would definitely get involved. Xuan Ci, in order to avoid disgrace, would never let this opportunity slip by.

Su Qingfeng looked at Zhao Min and said to her, "It's still unclear. I only know that Shaolin Temple will definitely get involved, as well as Murong Fu's faked father, Murong Bo. As for the other minor characters, let's not mention them."

Lin Shiyin was somewhat surprised: "Shaolin Temple? Aren't they a prestigious and righteous sect? How could they get involved in something like this?"

Hearing her say that, Su Qingfeng scoffed disdainfully: "What prestigious sects? Not a single one of those monks is any good. I just can't stand their hypocritical show of feigned compassion. If I were the emperor of the Song Dynasty, I would never allow any temples within its borders."

Shi Feixuan quickly covered Su Qingfeng's mouth and said urgently, "Don't talk nonsense! Tell me why Shaolin Temple is interfering."

Shi Feixuan hadn't expected Su Qingfeng to have such a strong opinion against monks. As a monk herself, she couldn't help but wonder why he was so averse to them.

Su Qingfeng glanced at Shi Feixuan, gently removed her hand, and said, "Abbot Xuanci of Shaolin Temple, thirty years ago, joined forces with a group of martial arts masters to intercept and kill Qiao Feng's parents. At that time, Xuanci and his group... that's how it happened. Now, Xuanci, as the leader back then, is determined to destroy Qiao Feng, simply because he's afraid the old story will be exposed."

Li Mochou, Zhou Zhiruo, and the others were all taken aback when they heard this, never expecting that the abbot of Shaolin Temple would do such a thing.

Seeing that Su Qingfeng was filled with hatred every time he mentioned monks, Shi Feixuan couldn't help but ask him why.

Zhou Zhiruo stared at Su Qingfeng, waiting for his answer. If he didn't explain clearly, she would never let him off easily. She herself was a nun and would not tolerate such slander from Su Qingfeng.

Li** and Wanwan didn't really care, since they weren't Buddhists anyway, but they were curious to hear what Su Qingfeng would say.

"I just hate monks. Monks don't do any work, yet they occupy vast tracts of land and often become hiding places for fugitives—by shaving their heads and becoming monks, they can evade the authorities. Do you know how much fertile land the temples near Suzhou occupy?"

"Forty to fifty percent of the land in the suburbs is in the hands of temples. I just want to ask, what do temples need so much land for?"