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

The Beggars' Sect members charging at the front were instantly felled by crossbow bolts. Those behind, seeing hundreds die in the blink of an eye, panicked and hastily retreated to hide, but they were already surrounded by the army, and no matter where they hid, they could not escape the crossbow bolts.

"Order: The sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth, and tenth thousand-strong teams shall attack and wipe out the remaining Beggars' Clan members hiding behind the obstacles."

"Yes, Commander!"

The various martial arts factions surrounded on the right, witnessing the army's swift and decisive slaughter of the Beggar Clan, were terrified. They had truly witnessed the terrifying power of battlefield weapons. Song Yuzhi, gazing at the scene before her, exclaimed in shock:

"Second Uncle, is this... is this the power of an army? When martial artists encounter a large army, they are simply powerless to fight back."

She recalled that when the martial arts world besieged Xiao Feng and that little girl, the army had already shown its strength. Now, with tens of thousands of people mobilized at the same time, the scene was several times more shocking.

Song Zhi was also surprised by the army's decisiveness in suppressing the Beggars' Sect:

"Indeed. In a one-on-one fight, soldiers may not be as good as martial artists, but once surrounded by a large army, ordinary martial artists can only be crushed by these weapons. Unless their martial arts are extremely high, they have no chance of breaking through."

Song Yuzhi suddenly thought of her father and couldn't help but ask:

"Second Uncle, what about my father? Can he fight his way out of this army?"

Song Zhi shook his head:

"No. This is no ordinary army; it is not only elite but also well-equipped. Those crossbows and ballistae pose a great threat even to Grandmasters."

With a worried expression, Song Yu asked softly:

"Second Uncle, such a powerful army...would Lord Wu Xiang be willing to lend it to us?"

She feared that when she discussed the matter with Lord Wu Xiang in the future, he would refuse to lend her troops. If she couldn't get this army, her sister Song Yuhua would probably have to marry Xie Hui's lecherous son, Xie Wenlong—this was the last thing Song Yuzhi wanted to see.

Looking at the army before him, Song Zhi couldn't help but sigh. He knew all too well how powerful this army was; borrowing troops from Lord Wu Xiang would probably not be so easy. "I don't know. I'll write to my elder brother after things are settled here. This matter is still up to him to decide."

Song Yuzhi glanced at Su Qingfeng, hoping that this Lord Wu Xiang would agree to lend him troops—if he was willing to help, she could scold him less in the future.

On the other side, Huang Rong stormed up to Su Qingfeng, furious that he hadn't gone to help her father. Her father had clearly come to aid Su Yan, and now that the enemies were defeated, this guy had just stood by and watched her father fight Hong Qigong. Su Qingfeng reached out and pushed Huang Rong's forehead, shoving her aside: "What's the rush? Can't you see they're almost exhausted? Once they're worn out, we can go over and take down Hong Qigong easily, right?"

Seeing that he still didn't want to help, Huang Rong became even angrier: "You bastard, my father is helping you! Do you want to work him to death?" Seeing her anxiety, Su Qingfeng calmly replied, "He won't die. Your father and Hong Qigong started fighting first, and we've already finished our fight while they're still fighting on and off. What does that mean?"

Huang Rong thought for a moment, then asked doubtfully, "What does that mean? Does it mean my father was just stopping Hong Qigong from getting involved in the battle here?" Su Qingfeng glanced at Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong, then nodded, "Smart. Your father is saving Hong Qigong's life. I didn't intend to kill him today anyway. Think about it, the Northern Beggars' Clan was completely wiped out in Xingzilin today. If word gets out that Hong Qigong rebelled and caused the Northern Beggars' Clan heavy losses, would they let him and the Southern Beggars' Clan off the hook?"

Huang Rong finally understood Su Qingfeng's plan. She hadn't expected him to be so cunning—he wanted to incite the Northern and Southern Beggar Clans to fight each other so he could reap the benefits. "You insidious fellow, you want to provoke a conflict between the Northern and Southern Beggar Clans? Once they're both weakened, the Southern Beggar Clan's strength will be greatly reduced, making it much easier for you to control the South. You truly are worthy of being an official."

Su Qingfeng glared at her and said in a threatening tone, "Huang Rong, are you asking for a beating? If you say I'm treacherous again, I might really beat you up." Huang Rong snorted disdainfully, "Pah, you think you can beat me up when you don't even know martial arts? Dream on."

Su Qingfeng glanced around with ill intent and chuckled, "Is that so? Don't you even look at whose people are around here? Is it that hard to take you down? I'm a top-tier nobleman, after all. Have you ever seen a nobleman personally fight his enemy? If I were to take action, what would my men think? You should understand that, right?"

"**What do you think you're doing?!" Huang Rong shouted urgently as Su Qingfeng approached step by step. "Su Yan! Come here quickly, your father is going to be a pervert!"

"**..."

Huang Rong cried out in surprise, and Su Qingfeng stopped. He had only intended to scare her, but he hadn't expected Huang Rong to call Su Yan. Su Qingfeng looked at Huang Rong and shook his head helplessly—this girl was indeed exceptionally quick-witted.

"You win," Su Qingfeng said. "I didn't expect you to use this trick too."

Seeing him admit defeat, Huang Rong smiled and moved closer. With Su Yan nearby, she was certain Su Qingfeng wouldn't dare to act recklessly, so she playfully stuck out her tongue:

"One who stays near ink gets stained black. It's hard not to be corrupted by being around you. You're...too cunning."

Su Qingfeng pushed her away and said irritably:

"Go away, I don't want to talk to you right now. Go see your father, and tell him to make that old beggar leave immediately. Otherwise, I might change my mind and not show any mercy—just say that I'm letting him go this time because of your father."

Huang Rong was pushed away, and glared at him defiantly:

"They clearly want to make Hong Qigong take the blame, but they make it sound nice."

Su Qingfeng raised an eyebrow: "What? How about I go kill him right now and say you insisted on his death?"

"I'll settle the score with you next time!"

Fearing that he might really change his mind, Huang Rong turned around and ran towards her father.

Su Qingfeng watched her run off into the distance, his gaze sweeping over the chaotic Beggars' Sect members. With this matter settled, it was time to return. Although today was dangerous, at least the threat of Murong Bo had been eliminated; from now on, he wouldn't have to constantly be on guard against hidden attacks when he went out.

"Su Qingfeng, I'm leaving with my cousin."

Lin Shiyin walked to his side and said softly. Su Qingfeng took her hand: "Going back to the Ming Dynasty?"

"Well, it's been a while since we left. It's time to go back." Lin Shiyin looked at him, her eyes full of reluctance. "I'll come to the Song Dynasty to find you once things at home are settled."

Su Qingfeng lowered his head and gently kissed her lips, then smiled and said, "Okay, I'll wait for you."

Li**'s expression darkened slightly. Su Qingfeng clasped his hands in a fist salute to him: "Brother Li, if Shiyin ever comes to the Song Dynasty in the future, please take good care of her."

"No need to be so polite," Li said calmly. "Shiyin is my cousin, and I will protect her."

Lin Shiyin blushed and gently hugged Su Qingfeng: "You must wait for me."

"must."

"Brother Su, until we meet again."

"Brother Li, take care."

Su Qingfeng watched Li** and Lin Shiyin walk away, a sigh escaping her lips. Not only had she run into them today, but she hadn't expected to get involved with that silly girl, Lin Shiyin. From now on, Li** could just keep drinking; she could always bring him more good wine.

At this moment, Zhou Zhiruo and Zhao Min walked over. Zhou Zhiruo went to Su Qingfeng's side and said, "Su Qingfeng, Guanguan and Shi Feixuan have also left. They didn't come to say goodbye, they only said they would come to see you in the future."

Upon hearing this, Su Qingfeng looked around and indeed couldn't see Guan Guan and Shi Feixuan. It seemed they were unwilling to say goodbye in person.

He sighed and shook his head. How could Guan Guan and Shi Feixuan be so easily kept? Both were incredibly obedient to their masters, and their masters were both eccentric and difficult to deal with—both were somewhat neurotic old women. One was willing to sacrifice herself for the sake of the world, the other was ruthless towards her own family to revitalize her sect. Alas, how come the martial world is now so rife with female powerhouses and female sect leaders, all of them somewhat abnormal?

Seeing that Zhou Zhiruo and Zhao Min were staring at him, Su Qingfeng joked, "What are you looking at? If you want to leave too, then go ahead."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Zhiruo angrily grabbed him and demanded, "**, do you think we're useless and just want to kick us aside?"

Good grief, what kind of talk is that? It makes it sound like I'm a stranger after we've done our thing. Ah, that could lead to misunderstandings about our relationship.

Zhao Min's face flushed red upon hearing this, and she glared at Zhou Zhiruo. She hadn't expected Zhou Zhiruo to say something so ambiguous, and at that moment she wanted to leave immediately.

Seeing Su Qingfeng and Zhao Min looking at her strangely, Zhou Zhiruo asked uneasily, "Are you looking at me? Did I say something wrong?"

Su Qingfeng and Zhao Min exchanged a glance and nodded simultaneously.

Zhou Zhiruo paused, recalling her earlier words: "I just said, 'We're useless to Su Qingfeng now, so this [expletive] is going to...' uh..."

Before she could finish speaking, she realized her mistake and glared at Su Qingfeng with a face full of embarrassment and anger. It was all his fault; if she hadn't been so angry with him, she wouldn't have said the wrong thing.

Su Qingfeng looked at the two of them and smiled to break the awkwardness: "I was just joking to ease the tension. Besides, Abbess Miejue needs to rest after being injured. By the way, Su Yan's carriage is over there. Zhou Zhiruo, why don't you help your master into the carriage to rest?"

"That's more like human speech." After saying that, Zhou Zhiruo saw the carriage next to her, waved to Zhao Min, and left.

Seeing Zhou Zhiruo leave, Zhao Min coldly said to Su Qingfeng, "Su**, I'm leaving. From now on... we might be enemies."

Looking at Zhao Min's tense face, Su Qingfeng laughed and said, "Enemy? Zhao Min, you yourself said we 'might' be enemies, so do you think I would let you go? My hundredth concubine is you."

Enraged, Zhao Min raised her foot and kicked him.

"Do you really have to say these infuriating things?" Su Qingfeng grabbed Zhao Min's foot and said with a smile, "You won't die if you don't say them, but you'll feel awful holding it in."

"You're really something... Meeting you has probably shortened my lifespan by ten years! Let go of my leg, what do you want to do?"

Zhao Min was now filled with regret for having held back her feet. How dare this scoundrel touch her feet! She was so ashamed and furious that she wanted to strangle him on the spot.

Su Qingfeng himself was a little embarrassed. He had only thought of the scene where Zhang Wuji tickled Zhao Min's feet, but he didn't expect that he would not only take off her boots, but also subconsciously want to tickle the soles of her feet.

"Um... would you believe me if I said I didn't mean it?"

Zhao Min glared at him, both ashamed and angry. This bastard thinks he can get away with this? He thinks he can take off someone's boots just because it wasn't intentional? If it was intentional, wouldn't he have stripped her clothes off too? Ugh, what am I thinking? I'm so angry at this guy that I've lost my mind.

"**This isn't over. I'll definitely settle the score with you later." "Fine, fine, I'll be waiting for you to settle the score."

Seeing that Zhao Min didn't yell or scream, Su Qingfeng breathed a sigh of relief. If she really made a scene, he would lose face. Zhao Min, seeing that he was still holding her boots, became even angrier: "Aren't you going to give me back my boots? Do you intend to keep them?"

Su Qingfeng twirled the boots and laughed, "Alright, I'll keep them for now and return them next time you come." "You...you bastard! Su Qingfeng, you're a scoundrel! Just wait until I catch you, I'll see how I deal with you!"

Zhao Min stared at him as he took her boots and turned to walk away, momentarily stunned. That damned guy, was he up to something? She shuddered and quickly shook her head. How could she possibly like such a jerk? If she really fell for Su Qingfeng, she'd be driven mad by him forever. This man was toxic; she couldn't bear to see him again.

Su Qingfeng carried the boots for a while, then felt awkward himself. He couldn't just keep carrying a woman's boots around, could he? Dongjun Yanfei of the Yin-Yang School was following closely, and he couldn't conveniently put the boots into his system space. "Liu Teng, keep these boots safe for now, and give them to me when we get back." "Yes, Your Majesty."

Su Qingfeng glanced back at Yan Fei, signaling her to follow. Since she was going to come along anyway, she might as well have another guard.

Yan Fei gritted her teeth inwardly. Did this Lord Wu Xiang really consider me his subordinate? She was so angry she wanted to chop this bastard to pieces with one blow.