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

"Ahem... Inviting the Moon from the Flower Palace? What are you doing here?"

Yaoyue coldly gazed at the Taoist priest who had been belittled by Su Qingfeng to the point of being worthless, her voice as clear and cold as ice.

"Why can't I be here? Ning Daoqi, you Grandmaster, what a display of power you have, daring to attack the imperial army. Do you perhaps disregard the court now that the Sui Dynasty is in turmoil?"

Ning Daoqi looked at Yaoyue, a chill creeping into his heart. He knew this woman was not only ruthless but also a late-stage Grandmaster, and he was no match for her. "Palace Mistress Yaoyue, this matter is none of your concern. You come from the Ming Dynasty, and I come from the Sui Dynasty. We have always kept to ourselves. I hope you can give me some face."

"Ha, no way!" Yaoyue sneered, mimicking Su Qingfeng's usual tone of annoyance. "Go against you? You think you're worthy? Su Qingfeng is right. The dignified leader of the Daoist sect of the Great Sui Dynasty is willing to serve the Buddhist sect. You, the Grand Master of Daoism, might as well change your title to Grand Master of Buddhism."

Ning Daoqi's face darkened upon hearing this, and he glanced around as if he could hear the sneers in the hearts of the martial arts world. He had only helped Cihang Jingzhai to read the "Cihang Sword Manual," otherwise why would he have gone to all this trouble?

At this moment, Fan Qinghui was stopped halfway by Zhu Yuyan. Zhu Yuyan was eager for Yaoyue to kill Ning Daoqi, so how could she allow her to go and save people?

Yan Fei swept out from the army camp, her gaze turning icy as she looked at Ning Daoqi: "You are Ning Daoqi?"

Su Ming and the others immediately bowed and said, "Greetings, Madam Jun."

"Step down."

Ning Daoqi sized up the elegant woman before him, frowning as he said, "It is indeed I. Are you the wife of a military general?"

Yan Fei swiftly formed hand seals, her voice icy: "Not bad. Since you dared to trespass into my army's formation, you need not leave. Palace Mistress Yaoyue, hand this person over to me."

Before she finished speaking, she had already made her move; a golden crow phantom suddenly appeared in her palm, rushing straight at Ning Daoqi—

"May your soul wander freely, like a dragon!"

"Scattered Heaven Hand!"

The two energies collided violently, and the surrounding soldiers were shaken and staggered backward. Tong Hu hurriedly ordered the army to retreat.

Yaoyue caught sight of Su Qingfeng's appearance, floated to his side, and asked, "Aren't you worried about Madam's safety?"

She was puzzled. Yan Fei was only at the peak of the Grandmaster level, while Ning Daoqi was at the mid-stage of the Great Grandmaster level; the difference in their strength was vast. Yet Su Qingfeng's composed demeanor made her even more suspicious.

Su Qingfeng smiled slyly: "Palace Mistress Yaoyue, I may need your help later. My wife broke through to the Grandmaster level with Ning Daoqi's help. If she succeeds, I'll leave the rest to you."

"Haha, I won't help."

"Hey, Yaoyue, we've built up a friendship like this. If you just stand by and do nothing, my army will suffer heavy casualties."

"Who would associate with a piece of trash like you?"

Su Qingfeng smiled at Yaoyue, then coughed lightly and said with a hint of threat:

"Ahem, you really won't help? Palace Mistress Yaoyue, you should watch your words. I originally planned to have someone send over the Black Jade Rejuvenating Ointment, but if you refuse to help, I'm afraid the ointment will be stolen on the way."

Looking at Su Qingfeng's expression, Yaoyue was at a loss for what to do. This man had now found her weakness.

"You're really something... When will the Black Jade Rejuvenating Ointment arrive?"

"It can take as little as ten days, or as long as half a month."

"I promise you. But from now on, you better watch out. If you ever fall into my hands, I'll make you wish you were dead."

Looking at Yaoyue's voluptuous figure, Su Qingfeng thought to himself: In the future, he would make Yaoyue taste the bitterness of wishing for death but being unable to live or die—of course, that would be a different situation.

"Ning Daoqi, I think your title of the number one expert in the Great Sui Dynasty is just for show. I'm just a Grandmaster, and you've been fighting me for so long without taking me down."

"A mere Grandmaster has managed to fight this long with me... I'm going to get serious now, so don't blame me for being ruthless."

Yan Fei felt she couldn't break through, and couldn't delay any longer. If she delayed any longer, her true energy would probably be exhausted.

She knew Ning Daoqi was worried about Yaoyue suddenly attacking, so her only option was to force Ning Daoqi to deal with her with all his might. Although it was dangerous, Yanfei was willing to risk everything if it allowed her to break through.

"Sanshou Bagua—Boom!"

Yan Fei blocked Ning Daoqi's attack and then unleashed the Wood Division's ultimate technique, "Ten Thousand Leaves Flying Flower Flow." The surrounding leaves, guided by her, attacked Ning Daoqi like flying knives.

"Yin-Yang magic? You're from the Yin-Yang school... That golden crow attack just now—are you the Eastern Lord of the Yin-Yang school?"

"My memory is not bad; I am indeed Dongjun."

"The Yin-Yang School's Dongjun would actually get married? That's impossible."

"Old Daoist, now is not the time for such talk. Today I want to see just how strong you, the number one expert of the Great Sui Dynasty, truly are—Soul Soaring Dragon!"

"You're asking for it! Sanshou Bagua—Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Yan Fei dodged repeatedly with her Yin-Yang techniques, but Ning Daoqi still managed to seize an opening and strike her to the ground with a palm. The gap between a Grandmaster and a Great Grandmaster was indeed too great.

However, she didn't come away empty-handed. Under immense pressure, her cultivation level finally began to loosen. Yan Fei was secretly delighted: if she could just hold on a little longer, she might be able to break through to the Grandmaster level.

Those in the martial world who saw that Dongjun of the Yin-Yang School was injured shook their heads. A Grandmaster challenging a Great Grandmaster was ultimately unlikely to succeed; this Dongjun was probably going to suffer a crushing defeat.

Murong Qiudi was surprised to see a slight smile on Yan Fei's lips.

"Thirteen, Dongjun of the Yin-Yang School is about to break through... She actually used Ning Daoqi as a whetstone, what a terrifying woman."

Yan Shisan also looked shocked.

"**, are you saying that Dongjun is using Ning Daoqi's pressure to break through?" Murong Qiudi looked at Yanfei with a hint of admiration in her eyes.

"That's right, she was already at the peak of the Grandmaster level. After this battle, she'll probably really cross that threshold." Yan Shisan gripped his sword tightly, a sense of urgency rising within him. He had to improve himself as soon as possible, otherwise how could he deal with Xie Xiaofeng, who was always bothering Murong Qiudi? "No wonder Yaoyue of Yihua Palace didn't fight Ning Daoqi this time; it turns out it's because Dongjun is about to break through... **, after this, I should also go out and train."

"Go ahead, do as you please," Murong Qiudi said softly, "but be sure... don't die."

"I will not die," Yan Shisan said firmly.

On a hillside not far away, Han Fei, dressed in purple robes, turned to Wei Zhuang, who had white hair and a cold demeanor, and asked, "Brother Wei Zhuang, this Lord Dong is much stronger than you."

Wei Zhuang's gaze sharpened as he stared at the figure in the distance: "The Yin Yang School's Dongjun is naturally stronger than me. But in the future, I will surpass her, and even defeat her."

Suddenly, the graceful, purple-haired maiden Zi Nu spoke up: "Aren't you all curious? Dong Jun has already married? And who... could she have married?"

Han Fei smiled and looked at Zi Nu: "In my opinion, it's most likely a general. However, there's too little information to be certain."

Wei Zhuang turned his gaze to the young man beside Yaoyue of Yihua Palace, and after a moment of silence said, "He may not be the general. Look at the one next to Yaoyue—he is very likely Dongjun's husband."

Han Fei looked closely, his brows furrowing slightly: "The person who got off the carriage just now was indeed a young man, but he was too far away to see clearly. It should be him."

"Then who exactly is this person?" Zi Nu asked softly.

Han Fei joked, "Miss Zi Nu, are you perhaps also interested in him?"

Zi Nu's gaze fell on Su Qingfeng, as if deep in thought: "That's not the case. But do you remember? Half of the beauties on the martial arts beauty list are all related to one person. Dong Jun Yan Fei is one of them, and right now here, there are three women who are associated with that Wu Xiang Jun of the Great Song Dynasty."

Han Fei thought for a moment and shook his head: "This young man should not be Wu Xiangjun. How could Wu Xiangjun of the Song Dynasty command the army of the Sui Dynasty? Look at these soldiers, they are stronger than the elite troops of our Han Dynasty."

Zi Nu, however, continued to gaze at Su Qingfeng. She had a strong feeling that this man was the renowned Martial Lord of Xiang—the man whose name was associated with so many peerless beauties—and she had long harbored a deep curiosity about him.

Rumors were circulating throughout the martial arts world that Lord Wu Xiang would one day collect all the peerless beauties on the list of martial arts beauties. Zi Nu was furious when she heard this news.

Wei Zhuang looked around at the many grandmasters and experts, his expression grim. He hadn't expected so many grandmasters to gather here. Although he was also a grandmaster, he had only recently broken through and was probably no match for these people.

boom--

Cough cough cough...

Ning Daoqi beat Dongjun of the Yin-Yang School until he vomited blood and collapsed to the ground, but he did not continue to attack. He knew that Donghuang Taiyi, the leader of the Yin-Yang School, was a super expert at the Celestial Realm. If he really killed Dongjun, he probably wouldn't survive either.

"Lord Dong, if you don't pursue this matter further, I won't enter your camp, and this matter will be considered closed. How about it?"

Yan Fei wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and smiled. This battle had completely loosened her cultivation, and as long as her true energy recovered, she could break through to the Grandmaster level at any time.

"Haha, impossible. But I should thank you, otherwise I would have had to wait several more years to break through."

Seeing Yan Fei succeed, Su Qingfeng finally felt relieved. He had just witnessed Yan Fei being severely injured by Ning Daoqi several times, nearly losing her life, and almost had to ask Yaoyue to help. Fortunately, she survived. Yan Fei, the Eastern Lord of the Yin-Yang School, truly deserves to be called the most extraordinary woman in the sect.

Yaoyue hadn't expected Yanfei to actually succeed. Looking at her covered in wounds, Yaoyue nodded secretly—this woman was just like herself, ruthless to her enemies, and even more ruthless to herself.

Hearing Dong Jun's words, Ning Daoqi realized that her cultivation level was already weakening, and her true energy could transform into true essence at any moment, allowing her to break through to the Grandmaster realm. He immediately understood that he had been used, his face flushed red, and he immediately tried to kill this despicable woman. He, a dignified Grandmaster, had actually been used as a whetstone by a mere Grandmaster.

Tens of thousands of martial artists witnessed this; if word got out, who knew what kind of gossip would spread. "Damn it, you used me as a whetstone! Die!"

"Pikachu, hurry and save Luna!"

"Transplanting flowers and grafting jade—"

Seeing that Ning Daoqi was about to kill Yan Fei, Su Qingfeng quickly nudged Yaoyue to go and save her. In his haste, he even blurted out "Pikachu," which made him a little embarrassed. He just hoped that Yaoyue wouldn't ask what the word meant when she returned.

At this moment, Yaoyue had blocked Ning Daoqi's attack. Like an empress descending from the sky, her palm strikes rained down, forcing Ning Daoqi to retreat repeatedly. Unable to parry, Ning Daoqi plummeted from mid-air and hastily retreated, snarling, "Cough... Yaoyue, I have no grudge against you, why must you take my life?"

Yaoyue's gaze was cold as she glanced at him and said coldly, "There's no reason, I just don't like the look of you."

All she wanted to do at that moment was to quickly defeat Ning Daoqi—the words Su Qingfeng had said before pushing her earlier had really angered her, and she still needed to settle accounts with that guy.

Yaoyue was certain that Su Qingfeng's words were not kind, and might even be insults, so she vented all her anger on Ning Daoqi. Ning Daoqi, looking at her cold face, said in a panic:

"You...Yaoyue, you should know that if I'm determined to escape, you can't kill me!"

"Yeah?"

"Grandmasters are not so easily killed. If there were two Grandmasters here, I might not be able to escape, but you alone have no chance of taking my life."

"Oh? What if I join you?"

Before she finished speaking, Lianxing had already quietly appeared beside Su Qingfeng, smiling as she looked at Ning Daoqi.

Upon seeing Lianxing, Ning Daoqi was immediately shocked: "Lian...Lianxing? What are you doing here?"

"What's so strange about me being here? Do you still think you can escape?"

Ning Daoqi looked up at Yaoyue, then down at Lianxing on the ground, and fear gripped his heart. He knew that if these two insisted on joining forces, he would have no chance of survival. "No, you can't kill me! I have never done anything evil, nor have I raped any women, nor have I violated any of the rules of the Yihua Palace."

Su Qingfeng handed Yanfei over to the newly arrived Guanguan to take away, then stood next to Lianxing and said with a show of force, "Ahem, Ning Daoqi, you can live if you want. Agree to one condition and I'll spare you."

"Who are you?" Ning Daoqi looked at Su Qingfeng with suspicion—this young man clearly had no internal strength, yet he stood side by side with Lianxing and was now holding her hand.