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

After Song Yuzhi sat down, she secretly glared at Su Qingfeng. She had prepared a lot of responses, but this rogue completely ignored her, making her waste her time.

Song Zhi asked, "Where is Young Master Su heading?"

Lu Xiaofeng spoke first: "We plan to go to the Great Sui Dynasty. Mr. Song, would it be possible for us to travel on your ship together?"

"So it's Lu Xiaofeng with four eyebrows, then that's no problem. Our ship is in Hangzhou, and we can travel to the Sui Dynasty together then."

"Thank you very much, Mr. Song."

Lu Xiaofeng glanced at Su Qingfeng, a smug look on his face.

Su Qingfeng glanced at him, too lazy to reply. He was unsure whether he should travel with this guy—this man was far too troublesome, and he couldn't keep up with this little chick. Song Yuzhi, however, became curious and asked Lu Xiaofeng, "Your beard really looks like eyebrows, why did you grow it like that?"

Lu Xiaofeng smiled and said to Song Yuzhi, Song Zhi's niece standing next to him, "Isn't this more dashing? It'll be easier to find a wife in the future."

Song Yuzhi glanced at Su Qingfeng and said to Lu Xiaofeng, "You're just as unserious as someone else."

"Brother Su and I are merely kindred spirits." Lu Xiaofeng said, glancing at Su Qingfeng, but secretly thinking: Su Qingfeng is no ordinary person, otherwise why would the Song Clan of the Sui Dynasty be so polite to him? I need to find an opportunity to find out his background.

"Greetings, Grand Palace Master and Second Palace Master!"

Suddenly, everyone in the Yihua Palace bowed in unison towards the entrance.

Two extremely beautiful women quietly appeared at the entrance of the inn. Their gazes swept lightly over the inn, and for a moment, there was complete silence. A chilling aura permeated the air, making all the martial artists present hold their breath.

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Just then, a sound like farting broke the silence.

Everyone, including the women of Yihua Palace, looked toward the source of the sound.

"Uh... would you believe me if I said it was the chair making the sound?" Su Qingfeng asked, looking embarrassed. This old chair hadn't made a sound earlier or later, but of all times it did, and it made a sound like a fart.

Song Yuzhi immediately got up and moved away, glaring at him and saying, "You're really something."

Lu Xiaofeng also looked at Su Qingfeng with a mocking expression:

"Brother Su, farting is a common occurrence, but it's rather impolite to do it in public like this."

"You know perfectly well it wasn't me! Lu Xiaofeng, isn't this kicking me when I'm down a bit too much?" Su Qingfeng was so angry she wanted to strangle this little Lu Xiaofeng. Originally, perhaps some people still believed it wasn't him who farted, but after Song Yuzhi's words, everyone had become suspicious, and with Lu Xiaofeng's added insult to injury, now everyone was convinced it was him.

"I'm doomed, Brother Su, you've really gotten me into serious trouble."

When Lu Xiaofeng was discovered by the people from Yihua Palace, he immediately felt remorseful—if he had known this would happen, why did he frame Su Qingfeng? If he hadn't framed him, perhaps the people from Yihua Palace would still be blocked by Song Zhi's men and might not have been able to find him so quickly.

Seeing the crowd from Yihua Palace gathering around, Su Qingfeng couldn't help but laugh and say to Lu Xiaofeng, "Pah, Lu Xiaoji, now you know what retribution is, right? You deserve to be caught."

At this moment, Yaoyue stepped forward, coldly sweeping her gaze over the people beside Lu Xiaofeng, and said sharply, "Lu Xiaofeng, you still want to escape?"

Lu Xiaofeng stood up helplessly and said to Yaoyue, "Palace Mistress Yaoyue, I only saved a few men and apologized to your flower servant. Why do you keep chasing after me?"

Su Qingfeng sized up Yaoyue, the ruthless and merciless character from "The Legendary Twins." She should have been fifty, but looked no more than twenty, her beauty still stunning, even surpassing some of the women on the martial arts beauty list. Especially her aura—cold, elegant, and noble—involveed an irresistible urge to conquer her.

Thinking of the Mingyu Skill, the ultimate technique of the Yihua Palace, Su Qingfeng nodded secretly. This skill was indeed extraordinary; it must be like Wanwan's Heavenly Demon Technique, capable of keeping one young forever.

Inviting the Moon sneered, "Lu Xiaofeng, who said I came here for you? It was just a coincidence that I ran into you."

Lu Xiaofeng asked in surprise, "Is the Palace Master also going to the Sui Dynasty?"

Inviting the Moon clapped her hands, and several flower servants prepared to make their move. She said calmly, "Of course. I'm also very interested in that martial arts manual that appeared in the Sui Dynasty."

Seeing the maids surrounding him, Lu Xiaofeng quickly tried to appease them: "Palace Mistress Yaoyue, we can travel to the Great Sui together. My friend here has a boat; we can set off from Hangzhou. Why don't we let bygones be bygones?"

Yaoyue, however, ordered, "Kill all of them."

"Yes, Palace Master."

Hua Nu, sword in hand, approached Lu Xiaofeng, Su Qingfeng, and Song Zhi. Su Qingfeng immediately stood up and shouted, "Wait! Palace Mistress Yaoyue, we don't know Lu Xiaofeng. If you want to kill him, then kill him. This is your feud; we don't need to get involved."

Yaoyue glanced coldly at him: "You lecherous scoundrel, you were staring at me just now, did you really think I didn't notice? Men are all the same, none of them are good. Kill them."

Su Qingfeng cursed under her breath in anger.

Seeing that the people from Yihua Palace were about to make their move, he regretted not leaving Lu Xiaofeng sooner. They must have mistaken him for Lu Xiaofeng. This Yaoyue was too perceptive; she only glanced at him a few times and she was discovered—it was simply incomprehensible.

At this moment, Song Zhi stood up, cupped his hands to Yaoyue, and said, "Palace Mistress Yaoyue, we are from the Song family of Lingnan in the Great Sui Dynasty. Could you please, for the sake of the Song family, spare Lu Xiaofeng and Young Master Su?"

Song Zhi was utterly helpless. Lu Xiaofeng had actually provoked the Yihua Palace, and even Wu Xiangjun had gotten involved—why did this guy always gravitate towards women? Now that they had run into the unpredictable Grandmaster Yaoyue, he wondered if she would let them off for the sake of her brother Song Que.

Yaoyue looked at Song Zhi with slight surprise: "Who is Song Que of the Lingnan Song family to you?"

Although she wasn't afraid of Song Que, it was always good to avoid making enemies with a Grandmaster. Besides, she had long heard that Lu Xiaofeng loved to meddle in other people's business, and he hadn't harmed anyone from the Yihua Palace last time, so letting him go was fine.

Song Yuzhi, however, was very curious about Yaoyue. Although this palace master's reputation wasn't all good, she and her father were both Grandmasters, and their fame was renowned in the martial arts world. She couldn't help but speak up: "Song Que is my father, and this is my second uncle, Song Zhi."

Yaoyue glanced at the two of them and nodded slightly: "Since the Song family has intervened, Lu Xiaofeng can be let go. But this person—" she pointed at Su Qingfeng, "cannot be spared."

Just now, Su Qingfeng looked at her with a very strange gaze. Although there was no evil intention, it made Yaoyue inexplicably concerned, and she was determined to find out the reason.

Seeing this, Song Zhi hurriedly pleaded, "Palace Mistress Yaoyue, Young Master Su is not a member of the martial arts world and does not understand the rules. Please be lenient."

Yaoyue's eyes were cold and clear, carrying a hint of pressure: "Song Zhi, I have already given face by letting Lu Xiaofeng go. I will not let this scoundrel off easily."

"Second Uncle," Song Yuzhi pulled Song Zhi back, "Since Lu Xiaofeng is alright, there's no need to worry about the rest."

She had other plans in mind: this lecherous and shameless Lord Wu Xiang was perfect for dealing with his current troubles himself. Once he came to the Song family for help, she would have the upper hand in future negotiations.

Song Zhi was secretly anxious. If Wu Xiangjun were to meet with misfortune here, and the Song family stood idly by, the possibility of borrowing troops in the future would likely be lost. However, he wasn't truly worried about Su Qingfeng's life—in a critical moment, Su Qingfeng would surely reveal his identity. As long as Yaoyue knew who he was, she would never dare to act rashly.

After all, behind Wu Xiangjun stood two Grandmaster-level experts: Li**, who appeared in Xingzi Forest, and the woman who had already reached the late Grandmaster stage. How could Yaoyue not know about such a lineup?

Lu Xiaofeng was now leisurely drinking his wine, watching the sullen Su Qingfeng with great interest.

Now that his own troubles are resolved, let's see how this Lord Wu Xiang gets through this current predicament.

If Su Qingfeng truly couldn't handle the current predicament, Lu Xiaofeng would do his best to help him escape, after all, he had brought this trouble upon himself. Su Qingfeng nudged Lu Xiaofeng, who was still drinking, and said hurriedly:

"What are you still looking at, Lu Xiaoji? Hurry up and use your Phoenix Dance Nine Heavens move to take me away!"

Seeing that Yaoyue wouldn't let go, Su Qingfeng was both anxious and puzzled: He had only glanced at Yaoyue a few more times and lost his mind, so why was she so persistent? He glared at Lu Xiaofeng, getting angrier the more he thought about it, and felt that this guy must have brought him bad luck.

Lu Xiaofeng put down his wine cup and smiled:

"Brother Su, it's not that I don't want to help you. As you can see, this place isn't big, and it's full of people from the Yihua Palace outside. How can I possibly get you away?"

Su Qingfeng was so angry that she pointed to the roof of the inn:

"Can't you just make a hole in the top and fly me out? Don't tell me you can't; a real man shouldn't say he can't!"

"I really can't do it."

Lu Xiaofeng leaned back in his chair leisurely and answered with a smile.

"Your skin is thicker than a city wall!"

Su Qingfeng was at a loss with this scoundrel, thinking that this guy was definitely just waiting to watch the show.

Those standing nearby, including Yaoyue and Song Zhi, were speechless as they watched Su Qingfeng and Lu Xiaofeng openly discussing their escape, completely disregarding everyone else. Didn't Su Qingfeng realize that everyone present could hear what he was saying?

Just then, the chair Lu Xiaofeng was sitting on suddenly made a sound like farting, and everyone's eyes turned to him.

"Damn it, Lu Xiaofeng, your fart stinks! I need to go out for some fresh air."

Upon hearing the sound, Su Qingfeng immediately stood up, intending to slip away. Lu Xiaofeng quickly grabbed him, awkwardly explaining:

"No...it was the chair that made the noise, Brother Su, it sounded exactly like the one you just heard."

Lu Xiaofeng hadn't expected the chair to suddenly make a sound. Although he was thick-skinned, the situation still embarrassed him—especially with so many beautiful girls present. Now he finally understood Su Qingfeng's earlier predicament.

"It stinks! Lu Xiaoji, let go! Explaining is just a cover-up, don't you understand?"

Su Qingfeng shook off Lu Xiaofeng and tried to run away, but after only a few steps, several longswords blocked his path. He slowly pushed the swords aside and chuckled:

"Ladies, this thing is dangerous, put it away quickly... I'm not going out."

It seems there's no escaping this time. There are only a handful of his own guards in the inn; they certainly can't save him. Su Qingfeng glanced at Yaoyue, then silently sat back down.

"How do you want to die?"

Looking at these two lively characters, Yaoyue frowned and asked Su Qingfeng.

Su Qingfeng, with her head down on the table, answered without looking up:

"I would prefer to die peacefully in my dreams, and it would be even better if I could lie on a very luxurious bed."

Yaoyue was so angry at this shameless fellow that she laughed. She had originally hoped that this lecherous man would beg for mercy and ask him what the meaning of his look just now was, but who knew he would be so brazen. Looking at this guy who was as shameless as Lu Xiaofeng, she said coldly, "Don't worry, my sword strike is very fast, you won't feel any pain."

Seeing Yaoyue draw a dark green short sword, Su Qingfeng knew it was the "Azure Blood Illuminating the Crimson." He hurriedly said, "Wait, Palace Mistress Yaoyue, can a dying person make a request?"

Su Qingfeng looked up at Lianxing, who was talking to Hua Wuque, and remembered her disability—her left hand and left foot were still somewhat deformed. He knew that Yaoyue had always wanted to cure Lianxing, and perhaps this time he wouldn't need to reveal his other identity.

Yaoyue's chest heaved with anger, her voice growing even colder: "You still want to make demands? What right does a dying person have to make demands?"

Su Qingfeng smiled and said, "My request is this: after I tell you something, you lend me the 'Azure Blood Reflecting Crimson' painting for a month."

He wondered if Yaoyue would be willing to hand over the divine artifact of Yihua Palace for a month in order to cure her sister's disability. This Azure Blood Illuminating the Crimson Sword was probably even more powerful than Abbess Miejue's Heaven-Slaying Sword; Su Qingfeng had long been itching to possess it.

Lu Xiaofeng found it increasingly amusing: Just now this person was trying to escape, how come he's now acting like nothing happened and negotiating with Yaoyue?