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

Seeing Jingni leave, Su Qingfeng was about to return when he remembered that she hadn't left behind the Lesser Formless Divine Skill, and felt a pang of helplessness. At that moment, Yaoyue suddenly appeared beside him, asking with a complex expression, "Is what you just said true? Aren't you afraid I'll take your manual?"

Yaoyue hadn't expected Su Qingfeng to possess a royal-level sword technique, and even to converse with Jingni right in front of her, without any attempt at concealment. She couldn't understand why Su Qingfeng trusted her so much, only to hear him laugh and say, "If Yaoyue wants to cultivate, why would she need to steal it?"

"Oh? You're so generous?"

Su Qingfeng smiled slyly: "Of course. Anyway, once you've practiced my Su family's secret techniques, you're considered a member of the Su family. Yaoyue, do you still want to practice them?"

He wasn't worried that Yaoyue would steal the secret or leak it. Given her proud nature, she would never do such a thing. Besides, their relationship was currently special, and a woman as exceptional as Yaoyue might truly become a member of the Su family in the future.

Upon hearing this, Yaoyue's cheeks flushed slightly, and she scolded, "What nonsense are you talking about! Who is a member of the Su family? If you continue to spout nonsense, I will spread the word that you possess a royal-level secret manual!"

Su Qingfeng waved his hand and walked towards the army camp. Yaoyue glared at him, embarrassed and annoyed, but still followed him.

As Su Qingfeng walked, he said, "Yaoyue, I didn't mean to bring up Jiang Feng earlier. Do you remember his page, Jiang Qin?"

Yaoyue frowned: "Jiang Qin? You know him?"

"Yes, he now goes by the alias Jiang Biehe, calling himself the Great Hero of Jiangnan, and he possesses a set of Six Ren Divine Dice. You should understand the secret behind it."

Su Qingfeng told Yaoyue about the Six Ren Divine Dice, thinking that it would be best if Yaoyue destroyed the evil substitution technique involved. He also worried that if Jiang Yuyan practiced it in the future, it might absorb Yaoyue and Lianxing's internal energy.

Inviting the Moon in surprise: "The ninth level of the Wedding Dress Divine Skill is hidden in the Six Ren Divine Dice? How did you know it was in Jiang Biehe's possession?"

Su Qingfeng pulled Yaoyue back, smiling as he said, "I know much more than that. Yaoyue, let's just let the matter of Hua Wuque go. Would you really be happy to see them kill each other? What's past is past, let's just let it go."

Yaoyue shook off his hand, her face flushed with shame and anger, but she remained silent.

"My affairs are none of your business. You told me about the Six Ren Divine Dice this time just to get the ninth level of the Wedding Dress Divine Skill, the 'Transplanting Flowers and Grafting Trees' technique."

Yaoyue hadn't expected that Su Qingfeng would actually dare to reach out and grab her. Was he really not afraid that she would chop him in half with one palm? But facing Su Qingfeng, who had such a thick skin, Yaoyue really couldn't do anything about him. This guy had her cornered now.

To Yaoyue's surprise, Su Qingfeng also knew everything about Hua Wuque. However, Yaoyue no longer intended to let Hua Wuque and his brothers kill each other.

These days, Yaoyue felt much happier than before—she hadn't felt this relaxed in decades. Even the thought of the Hua brothers killing each other in the future didn't seem to linger in her mind as much as before.

Unfazed by Yaoyue's brushing aside, Su Qingfeng smiled and said:

"No, I'm not interested in that kind of skill that absorbs other people's internal energy. What I'm after is the Bright Jade Skill of your Yihua Palace. Yaoyue, we're already so familiar with each other, how about letting me practice the Bright Jade Skill too?"

After hearing this, Yaoyue rolled her eyes at Su Qingfeng: "You're dreaming."

Su Qingfeng quickly grabbed Yaoyue again, shamelessly saying:

"Hey, Yaoyue, don't be so disloyal! I've told you quite a few secrets. Besides, I can heal your sister Lianxing's hands and feet. Look, Jingni left in such a hurry, she didn't leave me anything, so let me practice the Mingyu Skill."

Don't even think about it.

"I was just thinking about it... I'd be happy to practice the first few levels first."

"Not even one floor is possible."

"Yaoyue, don't push me."

At this time, more than a dozen grandmasters had gathered at the front of the army, and more were still arriving.

Lu Xiaofeng and Sikong Zhaixing greeted Ximen Chuixue with smiles when they saw him arrive.

"Ximen Chuixue, what brings you here? Don't always have that cold face, smile a little."

"Who is this Su Qingfeng? Is he the Wu Xiangjun of the Song Dynasty?"

Ximen Chuixue glanced at the two of them coldly and nodded. He hadn't expected to meet Lu Xiaofeng and Sikong Zhaixing in the Sui Dynasty; at this moment, he only wanted to find out more about Su Qingfeng's background.

"That's right, it's that troublemaker, Lord Wu Xiang. Hey, Xiao Bai, it seems that Su Qingfeng is really going to be your uncle-in-law."

As Lu Xiaofeng spoke, he turned around and saw that Su Qingfeng had embraced Yaoyue. He couldn't help but gasp – Su Qingfeng's wife had just left, and if he were to provoke Yaoyue again, no one would be able to save him this time.

After watching for a while, Lu Xiaofeng saw that Yaoyue simply slapped Su Qingfeng's hand away and didn't make any further moves. Lu Xiaofeng then turned to tease Hua Wuque.

Hua Wuque clenched his fists, feeling a sudden weakness. He knew that Su Qingfeng was here for his aunt, and the thought of having to call Su Qingfeng "uncle" in the future made his face turn pale.

Seeing so many grandmasters gathered here, Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help but smile. Sikong Zhaixing was also nearby, and both of them were wondering: Just now, Yaoyue was about to kill Su Qingfeng, how come they've made up in the blink of an eye? Su Qingfeng's wife arrived suddenly and left quickly, so what exactly is the relationship between Su Qingfeng and Yaoyue now?

"Wang Chongyang of the Great Song Dynasty greets you all."

"Yan Shisan of the Great Ming Dynasty greets you all."

"Chu Liuxiang greets you all from the Great Ming Dynasty."

"Haha, Zhu Wushi of the Ming Dynasty greets you all."

"Song Shidao of the Great Sui Dynasty greets you all."

"Iron Hand greets you all from the Great Ming Dynasty."

"Han Fei of Han Kingdom greets you all."

Lu Xiaofeng laughed loudly, "I didn't expect so many grandmasters to come this time. Lu Xiaofeng greets everyone. These are Sikong Zhaixing, Ximen Chuixue, and Hua Wuque."

The group quickly began exchanging pleasantries, but the men in the room couldn't help but glance at the group of women on the other side—unless they were eunuchs, men always had that kind of thought.

Lu Xiaofeng looked towards Zhu Yuyan and Fan Qinghui, and saw more than a dozen stunningly beautiful women standing beside them. The area was now clearly divided into two groups: one of men and one of women.

Upon closer inspection, Zhu Yuyan's side included Lianxing, Fan Qinghui, Murong Qiudi, Wuqing, Lin Chaoying, Su Rongrong, Zi Nu, Huang Xuemei, and Li Xiuning. If one were to add Guan Guan, Shi Feixuan, Yan Fei, Changsun Wuhou, and Bai Qing'er from the military formation, each of them possessed unparalleled beauty, in no way inferior to the beauties on the martial arts rankings.

When Su Qingfeng and Yaoyue returned, they found that almost everyone there was a Grandmaster, with a few non-Grandmasters mixed in. As soon as they saw them return, everyone's eyes turned to Su Qingfeng, making him feel extremely uncomfortable, like a monkey being watched.

"Yaoyue, I'm going in. You handle things here," Su Qingfeng said in a low voice.

Yaoyue rolled her eyes at him and flew into the army formation without saying a word. She couldn't be bothered to deal with these people, and she was still annoyed with Su Qingfeng—he had pestered her relentlessly and forced her to give him the "Mingyu Gong" manual, and the more she thought about it, the angrier she got.

Su Qingfeng cursed inwardly, "This woman is crazy, she left without taking me with her."

Lu Xiaofeng quickly came over and grabbed him: "Brother Su, you're not going to leave without even saying goodbye, are you?"

Su Qingfeng sighed helplessly, "Lu Xiaoji, I'm not a江湖人 (jianghu person, a person of the martial arts world), and I don't know martial arts. Why should I greet them?"

"It can't hurt to get to know each other; maybe we can become friends in the future."

Su Qingfeng glanced at the group of people, but his interest waned—he didn't recognize any of them.

Not far away, the purple-haired woman and the white-haired man looked vaguely familiar to Su Qingfeng, but because of the distance, she couldn't see them clearly. Su Qingfeng was busy with many things and had no time to get to know them, so she said to Lu Xiaofeng, "Lu Xiaoji, you look after things here for now, I need to go to the outhouse."

At this moment, Murong Qiudi walked over with a smile and said, "Lord Wu Xiang, do you not welcome us?"

Before she could finish speaking, a man in white rushed over. Upon hearing Murong Qiudi's words, he immediately said to Su Qingfeng rudely, "Lord Wu Xiang, are you looking down on us martial arts practitioners? You should know that most of the people present are grandmasters. Isn't it inappropriate for you to be so disrespectful?"

Su Qingfeng only asked, "Who are you?"

Xie Xiaofeng walked to Su Qingfeng's side, his expression arrogant: "I am Xie Xiaofeng of Shenjian Villa."

Su Qingfeng hadn't expected him to be Xie Xiaofeng—the protagonist of "The Sword of the Third Young Master." However, he had no liking for Xie Xiaofeng; this man had stolen his friend's fiancée, abandoned her after only half a month—he was hardly a man. Su Qingfeng didn't consider himself a saint, but he would never abandon his woman. He glanced at Xie Xiaofeng, whose fate would later be filled with misfortune, and said, too lazy to say more: "I don't know him."

Xie Xiaofeng glanced at Murong Qiudi beside him, his face grim. He hadn't expected Su Qingfeng to embarrass him in front of the woman he admired, so he threatened her angrily, "You! Lord Wu Xiang, someone who doesn't know martial arts is better off not provoking people from the martial arts world, or you won't even know how you died."

Seeing Xie Xiaofeng glancing at the woman from time to time, Su Qingfeng understood: "Oh, I see. You like this girl and are afraid I'll take her away, right?"

"You're talking nonsense!"

"So that means you don't like her?"

"I don't……"

"So you like it?"

"I...I..."

Su Qingfeng scoffed: "Coward. Whether you like it or not, just say it. What kind of behavior is this, stammering like that?"

People gradually gathered around, listening to the conversation between the two, and were all somewhat speechless. Xie Xiaofeng was clearly at a disadvantage at the moment. Wu Xiangjun had taken the initiative in just a few words, and Xie Xiaofeng was now at a loss for what to do.

Xie Xiaofeng, his face flushed, glared at Su Qingfeng, then suddenly drew his sword and shouted, "You're courting death!"

Su Qingfeng had never expected Xie Xiaofeng to be so enraged as to try and kill him. He had only vented his anger verbally, cursing Xie Xiaofeng for threatening him earlier; who knew that the young Xie Xiaofeng would be so easily provoked? Seeing Xie Xiaofeng draw his sword, Su Qingfeng immediately pushed Lu Xiaofeng forward and shouted, "Lu Xiaofeng, attack!"

Lu Xiaofeng was furious at Su Qingfeng's actions. He was the one who caused the trouble, yet he was the one left to clean up the mess. Lu Xiaofeng had originally intended to watch the show from the sidelines; with Lianxing, Zhu Yuyan, and Fan Qinghui around, Xie Xiaofeng couldn't possibly kill Su Qingfeng. He blocked Xie Xiaofeng's attack and snapped at Su Qingfeng, "You caused this trouble, and now I have to clean it up!"

Su Qingfeng had already hidden next to Sikong Zhaixing and Hua Wuque, and even gave Lu Xiaofeng a thumbs-up before turning around to chat and laugh with them. Watching the two fighting, he said with a smile, "Brother Sikong, I bet Lu Xiaofeng can't beat Xie Xiaofeng, one hundred taels of gold."