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

In this world of martial arts, without strength and influence, one will likely die a horrible death, and one's family may one day lie dead in the streets—so let's start by conquering the southern part of the Song Dynasty.

Su Qingfeng shook her head, temporarily suppressing these thoughts.

"Alright, I was just joking. How could I not want such a beautiful lady as you?"

"That's more like it."

Wanwan looked at Su Qingfeng and sensed that he was different. The Su Qingfeng of the past was like a carefree young master, without any particular goals; now, however, he seemed like a sword about to be drawn, his aura subtly changed. She couldn't help but softly ask with concern, "Su Qingfeng, are you alright?"

"have."

"What is it? Tell me quickly."

"My arm hurts."

"I'll just let you suffer in pain!"

Wanwan realized she was overthinking things; this person was still as infuriating as before, with no change at all.

Meanwhile, Murong Bo had already arrived at the Wudang Sect with his men. Song Yuanqiao was already on high alert, waiting for his arrival.

Ever since being singled out by Wu Xiangjun, Song Yuanqiao had no intention of escaping with Song Qingshu. He understood that there was no way to escape this Grandmaster's attack—unless his master, Zhang Sanfeng, could arrive in time to save them.

Song Qingshu, clutching Song Yuanqiao, stared in terror at the approaching Murong Bo and cried out in a trembling voice:

"Father, save me! I don't want to die... Father, you must save me!"

Looking at his disappointing son, Song Yuanqiao felt both angry and helpless. But no matter what, Song Qingshu was still his own flesh and blood, and he couldn't just watch his son die before his eyes.

Murong Bo strode up to Song Yuanqiao's side and said imposingly:

"Wudang Sect, will Song Qingshu take his own life, or will I do it? Of course, you can resist—but if you dare to, I will kill all of you dozen or so Wudang disciples."

Song Yuanqiao forced himself to remain calm and asked Murong Bo in return:

"Aren't you afraid that my master Zhang Sanfeng will come after you in the future?"

"Afraid? Of course I'm not afraid!" Murong Bo sneered. "I've already offended enough people in the martial arts world today. I'm going to live in anonymity from now on anyway, so I don't care if I have another enemy from the Wudang Sect."

He glanced at Song Yuanqiao with disdain. Zhang Sanfeng was a master of the Celestial Realm, yet this disciple was so useless, only reaching the eighth level of the Innate Realm at his advanced age, not even as good as the women around Wu Xiangjun—two of them were already Innate Grandmasters.

Song Yuanqiao sensed the resolve in Murong Bo's words and knew that the man was determined to kill Song Qingshu this time. Murong Bo's men had killed so many martial artists today, and he was destined to lose his footing in the future; now he was reckless and had no scruples whatsoever.

"Murong Bo, can't you really let my son go?"

"Song Yuanqiao, my son is still in Wu Xiangjun's hands. If you can rescue him, I won't bother killing your good-for-nothing son."

Song Yuanqiao quickly replied:

"Alright! Murong Bo, could you wait a moment? I'll try to see if I can rescue your son."

Murong Bo glanced at Song Qingshu with a gloomy look:

"I can kill your son now to ensure my son's safety—why should I wait for you?"

Song Yuanqiao stroked his beard and suddenly smiled:

"Heh, what if you kill my son, and Lord Wu Xiang still won't release him?"

He was no longer afraid of Murong Bo's immediate action. Wu Xiangjun had previously gone back on her word several times and hadn't truly released Murong Fu; she might not keep her promise this time either. Song Yuanqiao was certain that Murong Bo himself no longer dared to trust Wu Xiangjun.

Upon hearing this, Murong Bo indeed fell silent.

Lord Wu Xiang is cunning and fickle, having deceived him many times. Moreover, knowing that he intends to kill him, the other party would probably not release Murong Fu until he is sure of his own safety.

"...Fine, I'll give you one chance. If you can't save my son, don't blame me for killing him."

"Thank you. If I cannot save your son, then... perhaps that is Qing Shu's fate."

Song Yuanqiao cupped his hands in greeting to Murong Bo, then turned and walked towards Su Qingfeng. At this moment, he only hoped that Wu Xiangjun would spare his son out of respect for his master, Zhang Sanfeng.

"Father, did you come here to catch those who tried to assassinate you?" Su Yan asked, walking over and gently tugging at his father's clothes as he saw Shi Feixuan and Wanwan holding Su Qingfeng on either side.

She had long sensed that her father treated these two women differently from others; it seemed that Shi Feixuan and Wanwan would most likely become family in the future. Su Yan thought that she might as well learn more about them now so that she could tell her mother about their personalities and preferences when she returned.

Su Qingfeng released Shi Feixuan and Wanwan's hands, and smilingly picked up Su Yan:

"Yes, we've come back to completely eliminate those assassins. Girl, you can't leave the city so easily anymore; you've seen how chaotic the martial world is. Also, don't learn bad habits from that girl Huang Rong."

"She always runs away from home. Haven't you seen how her father, Huang Yaoshi, has turned white-haired? It's all because of her. If you don't want your father to turn white-haired early, don't be like her."

Su Yan, held in her father's arms, happily swung her legs:

"Dad, do you really think I'm stupid? Sister Huang's father's hair is white because he's getting old. Sister Huang ran away from home because her father has been keeping her locked up on the island."

"There's no one else on the island, so of course it gets boring after a while. Her father wouldn't let her leave the island, so Sister Huang had no choice but to run away on her own."

Wanwan, who had been listening nearby, gently patted Su Yan's head and smiled:

"Little girl, you're quite clever."

Su Yan tilted his head to look at Wanwan and suddenly asked:

"Wanwan, will you marry my father in the future?"

"Why are you asking this, little girl? Can't I marry your father?"

"Of course! So now I want to know, Wanwan, do you want to get married?"

Wanwan blushed slightly and glanced at Su Qingfeng. She hadn't expected Su Yan to ask such a question and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"She won't marry your father."

Shi Feixuan had been listening quietly the whole time, but suddenly spoke up, her brows furrowing slightly.

She didn't want Wanwan to marry Su Qingfeng. She wondered if this vixen was planning to use Su Qingfeng to complete the Yin Kui Sect's mission. People from the demonic sect often acted by any means necessary, and Shi Feixuan absolutely couldn't stand by and watch Su Qingfeng be deceived by her.

Wanwan glared at Shi Feixuan and said angrily:

"Nun, are you tired of living? Why can't I marry Su Qingfeng? Just because I can't, does that mean you can?"

"Shi Feixuan, don't forget you're a nun. You should be free from worldly desires and stop thinking about stealing men all day long."

Shi Feixuan responded calmly with a cool expression:

"You have ulterior motives for approaching Su Qingfeng, and I will never allow it."

Wanwan's eyes darted around as she said, "What motive could I possibly have? Is it wrong for me to like Su Qingfeng?"

Although she harbored intentions to use Su Qingfeng, she genuinely liked him as a person. If there were any dangers, she would never let Su Qingfeng be put in risk; she only wanted to help the Yin Kui Sect within his capabilities.

Shi Feixuan said coldly, "You practice the Heavenly Demon Technique. If you develop feelings for Su Qingfeng, you should know the consequences."

Wanwan retorted angrily, "My affairs are none of your business."

Shi Feixuan said calmly, "I'm just reminding you."

Su Yan, who was standing to the side, had a headache from listening to this. A woman from the Demonic Sect wanted to use her father, and a nun also had feelings for him. The more she thought about this relationship, the more confused she became, so she simply shook her head and stopped thinking about it.

Lin Shiyin and the others listened quietly to the argument between the two, and they could all see that Shi Feixuan and Wanwan had developed feelings for Su Qingfeng, but they were each bound by their respective sects and had not yet expressed their feelings.

Huang Rong, however, kept glaring at Su Qingfeng. She had heard his conversation with Su Yan clearly. If Zhao Min hadn't been holding her back, she would have rushed up and attacked long ago.

During the argument between the two, Su Qingfeng caught a glimpse of Xiao Feng bringing back a masked man. He knew the man's identity; it seemed Xiao Feng had already recognized him. Murong Bo was now trapped, and there was no need to worry about being assassinated anymore.

Xiao Feng nodded to Su Qingfeng, then stood aside and spoke in hushed tones with the masked man.

Su Qingfeng was only thinking about Li Qiushui at this moment. The matter at Xingzilin was almost over, and as darkness fell, she still hadn't returned.

He worried that Li Qiushui might have encountered the Heavenly Child Granny. If so, the two would probably start fighting again.

This time, it's uncertain whether both sides will suffer heavy losses. Li Qiushui is, after all, a Grandmaster, and he currently lacks such a skilled fighter by his side, so he doesn't want anything to happen to her so soon.

"Who is that person?"

Zhao Min approached silently and suddenly spoke, startling Su Qingfeng.

"You walk so quietly, you're sure to scare people to death."

Zhao Min calmed her anger and asked softly, "I'm sorry about earlier, I didn't see you thinking about anything. Who was that masked man next to Xiao Feng?"

Su Qingfeng reached out and touched her forehead, puzzled, "You don't have a fever. Why are you being so polite today?"

Zhao Min glared at her immediately: "You're the one with a fever! Tell me!"

Zhao Min was momentarily stunned when Su Qingfeng touched her forehead. After hearing his words, she angrily grabbed Su Qingfeng's collar and yelled, "What do you mean?!"

Su Qingfeng looked at the unreserved princess before him and nodded instead:

"That's more like it. Why is Princess Zhao Min speaking to me in such a gentle voice? I thought you were ill."

"You mean I look like a man?" Zhao Min was so angry she gritted her teeth. If it weren't for Su Qingfeng's men all around, she would have taught this bastard a lesson.

"I didn't say that, you said it yourself."

"Tell me, who exactly is that person?"

You'll find out soon enough.

Su Qingfeng gazed at Zhao Min, who was so close to him, and suddenly felt an urge to reach out and touch her face. Zhao Min, noticing his unwavering gaze, felt a pang of unease, and just as she sensed he was about to raise his hand—

"Lord Wu Xiang, Song Yuanqiao of Wudang has something to discuss with you." Song Yuanqiao's voice suddenly came, interrupting Su Qingfeng's thoughts.

Su Qingfeng awkwardly withdrew his hand and hurriedly said, "Huh? Why are the Wudang people here... Why hasn't that cunning old Murong Bo made a move yet? Looks like we'll have to give him a push."

Zhao Min blushed and immediately released Su Qingfeng, taking a few steps back. She herself couldn't explain why she hadn't dodged immediately, and for a moment she even wanted to close her eyes.

She shook her head, thinking that Su Qingfeng was definitely poisonous, and she absolutely couldn't fall for his tricks like Shi Feixuan and Guan Wan. After taking a few steps back, she forced herself to remain calm and said to Su Qingfeng:

"Murong Bo hasn't killed Song Qingshu yet, so Song Yuanqiao must have come here to negotiate. He must have agreed to some conditions from Murong Bo, which is why the other side hasn't made a move yet—just now, Yue Buqun even gave you his wife to save his own life, didn't he?"

Su Qingfeng smiled as he looked at Zhao Min's flustered appearance:

"What else is there to talk about? It's nothing more than Song Yuanqiao wanting to exchange Murong Fu for his son."

"Then will you agree?" Zhao Min felt her face burning even hotter when he laughed at her; she simply didn't want to face this person anymore.

But Su Qingfeng knew countless secrets of the martial arts world, and she couldn't help but try to get some useful information out of him.

Su Qingfeng stroked his chin and chuckled:

"Now that Song Yuanqiao is here, I'll take the opportunity to extort money from Wudang. Anyway, Murong Fu is useless now, and that old cunning Murong Bo will naturally be dealt with by someone else."

"That masked man is a Grandmaster...is he the trump card you used against Murong Bo?"

"This is none of your business."

Seeing that Su Qingfeng refused to speak, Zhao Min glared angrily: "You bastard, tell me who that person is!"

Su Qingfeng waved to Gu Changfeng beside her, signaling for Song Yuanqiao to come in, and said to Zhao Min unhurriedly, "What's the rush? You'll find out in a moment."

Zhao Min lunged forward and grabbed him: "I need to know now!"

"Stop pulling and tugging, Song Yuanqiao is coming in soon."

"You speak first, and I'll let go."

"Oh my god, this isn't my fault. You're the one who pulled me. I didn't mean to kiss you. Calm down, Zhao Min, please calm down. Or... should you kiss me back?"