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

Su Qingfeng shook his head, deciding not to think about it anymore. As long as Yan Jing'an was willing to take action, that was enough. He looked at the charming Yan Jing'an before him, leaned in and kissed her, then released her and laughed, "Why are we distinguishing between you and me? Helping me is helping yourself, isn't it? We're in this together now."

"You filthy bastard!"

Yan Jing'an blushed and cursed after being kissed again by him, then quickly turned and walked away. She dared not stay by Su Qingfeng's side any longer, and even after she had walked a distance away, she couldn't help but touch her burning cheeks.

She felt like she was going crazy. How could she have developed feelings for someone like Su Qingfeng? She hadn't even hit him when he made advances on her... The more Yan Jing'an thought about it, the more she felt that she must have been bewitched by Su Qingfeng.

After Yan Jing'an left, Su Qingfeng took out the Azure Blood Illuminating the Crimson Sword and teleported to Fang Yeyu's side. Before Fang Yeyu could react, the sword was already at his neck.

Su Qingfeng looked at Fang Yeyu, whose expression was tense, and grinned, "Pretty boy, your good days are over."

Fang Yeyu was so frightened that his whole body stiffened. He hadn't expected Wu Xiangjun to appear suddenly and subdue him in one move. He was terrified that the other party might slit his throat if his hand trembled.

"Lord Wu... this has nothing to do with me. It was all my master Pang Ban who acted on his own. I... I never intended to harm you..."

"Heh, you're begging for mercy already? You're a member of the Great Yuan royal family, Fang Yeyu. Aren't you afraid of disgracing your royal family by being such a coward?"

"I am merely a minor figure from a collateral branch... Lord Wu Xiang, you are on good terms with Princess Zhao Min, please spare my life for her sake..."

Su Qingfeng looked at Fang Yeyu, who was known as the "Little Demon Master," and secretly shook his head. This kid was no pushover; he would fall in love with Qin Mengyao at first sight in the future—how could both master and disciple be infatuated with women from Cihang Jingzhai?

and many more……

Su Qingfeng stroked his chin, recalling that he himself seemed to have fallen for the women of Cihang Jingzhai. Fan Qinghui, Bi Xiuxin, Shi Feixuan, Yan Jing'an, Qin Mengyao, Jin Bingyun... each one was a stunning beauty, and none of them were simple-minded, captivating those destined protagonists to either retire from public life or abandon their empires.

"Pretty boy, your fate depends on your master." Su Qingfeng patted Fang Yeyu's face and turned to look at Pang Ban, who was fighting with the Night Emperor's wife.

Seeing Pang Ban being forced to retreat step by step by the Night Emperor's wife, Su Qingfeng shouted:

"Pang Ban! Look at your disciple! I'll count to three, and if you don't admit defeat, I'll kill him!"

Fang Yeyu's face turned deathly pale when he heard Wu Xiangjun use him to threaten his master, Pang Ban. He knew he was probably not going to survive this time—his master wouldn't care whether he lived or died.

At this moment, Pang Ban was being relentlessly attacked by the Night Emperor's wife, and he already regretted provoking this terrifying woman. He hadn't expected her to be so strong; even the Demon Seed of the Dao Heart was completely ineffective against her. He heard Su Qingfeng's shouts, but he had no energy to care about Fang Yeyu. If he showed the slightest weakness, this madwoman would surely seize the opportunity to take his life.

"What a busybody!"

Lady Night Emperor muttered to herself as she made her moves. She felt that Su Qingfeng didn't believe she could kill Pang Ban, this alien race member. She clearly had the upper hand; as long as Pang Ban didn't escape, she would soon be able to kill him. However, Su Qingfeng's intervention made her feel somewhat relieved. Although the boy was weak, he hadn't run away; instead, he had tried to help her, which lessened Lady Night Emperor's anger at being used by him earlier.

Seeing that Pang Ban didn't even look in their direction or reply, Su Qingfeng knew that Fang Yeyu was insignificant to him.

He looked at Fang Yeyu, whose face was ashen, and laughed, "Little Demon Master, it seems your master doesn't care about you at all."

Fang Yeyu knelt down with a thud. He knew that his master had abandoned him, and if he couldn't persuade Lord Wu Xiang to spare his life, he would surely die today.

"Lord Wu Xiang, my master is always unpredictable and will never care whether I live or die... Please spare me, I swear I will never set foot in the Central Plains again!"

"Pshaw, you wish."

"I mean it! I can pledge my allegiance to you and Princess Zhao Min, and I'm willing to serve you and the princess from now on—I only beg Lord Wu Xiang to spare my life!"

Su Qingfeng looked at Fang Yeyu, who was clearly afraid of death, and shook his head. This kind of person cannot be allowed to live; he surrenders today out of fear of death, but he will surely turn on you tomorrow. He would never leave such a threat behind.

Ignoring Fang Yeyu's pleading at his feet, Su Qingfeng turned to the injured Pang Ban and raised his voice:

"Pang Ban, I'm starting the count—one!"

Hearing the shout, Pang Ban glanced down at the wound on his chest and was filled with rage. He was no match for this woman at the Celestial Realm, and that brat Wu Xiangjun was also disturbing his peace of mind.

He didn't care whether Fang Yeyu lived or died. At this moment, Pang Ban only wanted to kill Wu Xiangjun and take Yan Jing'an away, but this crazy Celestial Realm woman completely ruined all his plans.

"two!"

"Lord Wu Xiang, I will surely take your life!" Pang Ban had just repelled the Night Emperor's wife when he turned to Su Qingfeng and shouted angrily.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Just as Pang Ban was cursing at Su Qingfeng, the Night Emperor's wife suddenly appeared beside him and, taking him by surprise, struck out with three palms, blasting Pang Ban out of the restaurant.

Lady Night Emperor glanced at the hole in the wall, glared at Su Qingfeng, and then flew out to chase after him, continuing her attack on Pang Ban.

Su Qingfeng was secretly alarmed when he saw Pang Ban being knocked away. He had already discerned from their earlier exchange that although Pang Ban was no match for Lady Ye, a Celestial Realm expert was not easily killed. Lady Ye's feigned retreat was likely a deliberate attempt to distract Pang Ban and lure him into cursing her before launching a sudden attack.

"She actually knows how to use tricks..." Su Qingfeng thought to himself.

Seeing the look the Night Emperor's wife gave him before she left, Su Qingfeng felt helpless—she really did remember him; he would probably have to be more careful with her in the future.

He looked down at Fang Yeyu, a flash of sword light, and slashed Fang Yeyu's throat. This man is of no use to me; it's better to get rid of him.

Fang Yeyu was caught off guard by Su Qingfeng's ruthlessness. His eyes widened, and he clutched his neck as he collapsed to the ground.

Su Qingfeng shook the blood off her sword and turned to look at Yan Jing'an. Fang Yeyu had already dealt with the situation, but there was still no movement from Yan Jing'an; she wondered what she was doing.

Going back a little earlier—

As Yan Jing'an drew his sword and approached Fu Cailin and Song Que, Fu Cailin unexpectedly dropped his sword. He knew that there was no way to escape today, that neither of the two men before him was a match for him, and that there was a large army surrounding them outside the building. The power of the battle between heaven and man he had just witnessed had made him even more terrified.

Fu Cailin had not expected that Wu Xiangjun also had a Celestial Realm expert under his command, and that she was a woman. Could she also be one of Wu Xiangjun's people? He remembered Su Qingfeng's reputation for being lecherous, and then looked at his panicked disciples Fu Junyu and Fu Junqiang beside him—the two were beautiful. If he could exchange their lives for them, that lecherous man might agree.

"Are you surrendering?" Yan Jing'an asked calmly when he saw Fu Cailin discard his sword.

Seeing Fu Cailin abandon his weapon, Song Que felt a surge of contempt, thinking only that this Goryeo master was a coward. For decades, Fu Cailin had dared not set foot in the Central Plains, precisely because he feared Ning Daoqi's intervention. This time, joining forces with Bi Xuan, he believed no one in the Central Plains could stop him, but his calculations had ultimately failed. Song Que was certain that he would die in Luoyang, and that Wu Xiangjun would never let him leave.

When Fu Junyu and Fu Junqiang saw their master surrender before the battle, their faces turned ashen. They felt that this action had utterly disgraced the Koreans.

Fu Cailin felt utterly helpless upon hearing Yan Jing'an's words. If he hadn't known he was no match for Yan Jing'an, why would he have endured such humiliation? Not only could he not defeat Song Que, but Yan Jing'an's cultivation was far superior to his own. To resist would only lead to death, and Fu Cailin did not wish to lose his life.

"I am no match for either of you. I came to the Central Plains only because of an agreement with Bi Xuan, and I have not harmed anyone in the Central Plains. Master Yan, please let me leave."

"You have sealed your cultivation; your fate is up to Lord Wu Xiang."

Yan Jing'an didn't care why he surrendered. As long as Fu Cailin surrendered, his life and death would be in her hands. Whether to kill or imprison him in the future, she would discuss it with Su Qingfeng.

Upon hearing this, Fu Cailin hesitated. If he were truly at someone's mercy, and this nun suddenly attacked, he would be powerless to retaliate.

"Master, we must not yield! Otherwise, we will be at their mercy!"

"Yes, Master, it's a fight to the death!"

Fu Junyu and Fu Junqiang drew their swords, glaring at Yan Jing'an and Song Que. They would rather die fighting than bow their heads. If their master truly wanted to surrender, they would immediately attack, forcing Fu Cailin to fight.

Yan Jing'an glanced at the two women, not taking them seriously. She could easily annihilate two cultivators at the Innate Realm. If she could subdue them without a fight, why bother?

"Fu Cailin, my patience is limited. If you do not surrender, you are destined for death."

Song Que also threatened coldly, "If you want to die, I'll grant your wish."

Fu Cailin's face was ashen. He understood his two disciples' thoughts perfectly well—they would rather he die in battle than see him bow his head. But he hadn't lived enough. In the Central Plains, he was a revered grandmaster, worshipped like a god by the people; how could he die like this in the Central Plains?

His gaze swept over Fu Junyu and Fu Junqiang, and suddenly he struck their pressure points. These two beautiful disciples were his only chance at survival; he needed them to secure his life, and he would not allow them to cause trouble here.

After subduing the two, Fu Cailin sealed his cultivation and said in a deep voice, "I am willing to surrender."

"Master, why are you like this?"

"Master, how can we submit to the people of the Central Plains!"

Fu Junyu and Fu Junqiang were unable to move and could only glare at Fu Cailin, their eyes filled with indignation. They never expected that their master would subdue them first and then cripple his own martial arts.

"Shut up," Fu Cailin said coldly. "I'm in charge here, and it's none of your business to interrupt."

Seeing Fu Cailin seal his cultivation level, Song Que of the Heavenly Blade Sect looked at him with a mocking expression: "Fu Cailin, you really are a talent."

"A cowardly fool." Su Qingfeng's voice suddenly came. He walked slowly closer and immediately understood the situation.

Fu Cailin hurriedly said, "Lord Wu Xiang, I have surrendered. Please let me return to my homeland. From now on, I will never set foot in the Central Plains again."

"Do you think that's possible?" Su Qingfeng walked to Yan Jing'an's side, put his arm around her soft waist, and looked at Fu Cailin with a smile, as if he had heard a joke.

What makes Fu Cailin think he can escape? He won't let a single one of the foreign tribes who have come to Luoyang escape. They will all be brought under his control sooner or later; those who refuse to surrender will only face death. Those who are not of our kind will surely have different hearts—Su Qingfeng never shows mercy to foreign tribes.

Yan Jing'an rolled her eyes at him as he held her. Was this guy so uncomfortable if he didn't take advantage of her for even a moment? She didn't struggle, knowing he wouldn't let go. Ever since Pang Ban confessed his feelings to her, Su Qingfeng's jealous expression had already revealed his feelings for her.

Her feelings for Su Qingfeng were actually somewhat complicated. She clearly disliked him, yet these days she couldn't stop thinking about him. Even when he kissed her, a sweet feeling welled up inside her—something even she found surprising.