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

"Ding, host, both of these manuals are genuine."

"System, what other functions do you have?"

"System? Why aren't you saying anything?"

"System? System? Seriously, how come this subsystem is like this too... It seems I'll have to slowly explore the other functions of the system in the future."

"Lord Wu Xiang, I've done everything you asked. Now, can you let me go?"

Su Qingfeng said to Duan Yu with a slightly embarrassed expression.

"Duan Yu, it's not that I don't want to release you, but you were captured by my daughter, and I really don't dare to make a decision on my own. You know, I'm a little afraid of my daughter... Let's wait for her to deal with you."

Su Qingfeng hadn't expected that Duan Yu would do exactly as he said after just a little threat. But Duan Yu was, after all, captured by Su Yan. If he released this useless Duan Yu now, Su Yan would probably keep coming to challenge him to fights—Su Qingfeng knew no martial arts at all, and he was always embarrassed to be defeated by his daughter. He didn't want to get into that kind of trouble again.

Wu Xiangjun Mansion

Su Yan had been pestering Wang Yuyan for the past few days, asking her to explain the martial arts he had learned. The two were chatting and drinking tea in the garden.

Su Yan sat in the chair and asked curiously:

"Aunt Yuyan, you know so many martial arts manuals and how to cultivate them, why don't you practice martial arts yourself?"

"I don't like practicing martial arts, so I've never practiced it," Wang Yuyan replied with a smile as she brewed tea.

She never expected that the little girl she met at the restaurant was actually her cousin Su Qingfeng's daughter. This delighted her greatly—she had always liked this pretty and adorable girl, and the fact that her friends Azhu and Abi were not only safe and sound but had also become Su Yan's maids made her even happier.

Wang Yuyan grew increasingly fond of Su Yan. The child was not only well-behaved and adorable, but also always sought to talk to her. However, Su Yan's mother, Jing Ni, was too aloof. Although extremely beautiful, she rarely spoke to anyone, and each time they met, she would fall silent after only a few words, making Wang Yuyan feel somewhat awkward.

Upon hearing Wang Yuyan's words, Su Yan hurriedly replied:

"Auntie, that won't do! My father's meridians are blocked, so he can't practice martial arts. Although I've started practicing, I'm still too young, and my mother won't let me formally begin training; I can only build a foundation first. If you knew martial arts, wouldn't you be able to protect my father?"

Wang Yuyan asked in surprise, "Huh? Your father's meridians are blocked? How come I didn't know? My mother never told me either..."

She never expected that Su Qingfeng, the Lord of Wuxiang, would be unable to practice martial arts. He would be leading troops into battle in the future; if he didn't know martial arts, wouldn't his situation be extremely dangerous?

Su Yan's eyes darted around, and she smiled at Wang Yuyan:

"My dad..."

"Perhaps you're afraid your aunt will worry. Why don't you learn some martial arts, aunt? My father has the 'Star Shift' and 'Finger of Harmony' techniques, which he obtained from the Murong family. They are both top-notch skills."

Su Yan thought to himself, Wang Yuyan is well-versed in all martial arts. If she can cultivate them, she will surely become a master in the future, and there will be one more person to protect her father, Su Qingfeng.

Wang Yuyan smiled slightly upon hearing this:

"Su Yan, my family's Langhuan Paradise also has many unique martial arts techniques. Once my mother brings all the secret manuals from Mandala Manor here, you'll know how many there are."

"Does Auntie want to learn martial arts?"

"I'll learn. Since my cousin doesn't know martial arts, I'll protect him."

Su Yan happily hugged Wang Yuyan:

"That's great! My father also grows the Vermilion Fruit, which can increase one's internal energy by thirty years if eaten. Aunt will soon become a master."

Wang Yuyan exclaimed in surprise, "My cousin actually possesses such a treasure? Then I must ask him for it!"

"Yu Yan, what do you want from your brother?"

As Madam Wang walked into the garden, she overheard her daughter's words and asked curiously.

"Mother, you've come."

"Aunt Li, please have a seat."

Madam Wang felt somewhat helpless when Su Yan called her "Aunt Li" again. She had corrected her several times, but the little girl wouldn't change her way of addressing her, so she gave up on arguing with her.

She picked up Su Yan and sat down, smiling, "Yan'er, how many times have I told you, you should call her Auntie."

Su Yan nestled in her arms and laughed:

"Aunt Li is so young and beautiful, how can you call her Grandma? If it weren't for Aunt Yuyan, I would also want to call you Aunt."

Madam Wang gently tapped her forehead, her tone indulgent:

"You have such a sweet tongue, even better than your mother. Your mother spends all day practicing martial arts and doesn't care about you at all. Now, who in Suzhou doesn't know you, this little devil?"

These days, Madam Wang is quite content. She has rediscovered some of the warmth of the past here, and besides, her daughter Yu Yan and the beloved Su Qingfeng are both here. There is nothing left to miss about Mandala Manor.

Now she helps manage the Wu Xiangjun residence—Su Qingfeng's household has no steward, and although the maids are good, the affairs of the residence are somewhat chaotic. Madam Wang couldn't stand it anymore, so she took the initiative to take over the management.

Su Yan clenched her little fist and said defiantly:

"Aunt Li, I didn't cause any trouble! I just taught a few wicked people who bully the people a lesson."

Madam Wang gently stroked her hair, her smile warm.

"You're still young, so don't go out too much in the future. The Beggars' Sect is holding a gathering at Xingzilin, twenty miles outside the city. There are many martial arts figures in Suzhou lately, so just stay at home."

Su Yan asked Madam Wang, puzzled:

"Aunt Li, why is the Northern Beggars' Sect holding a meeting in the Southern Beggars' Sect's territory? Could it be that the North and South are about to merge?"

Madam Wang shook her head:

"It's hard to say. All we know is that Qiao Feng from the Northern Gang and Hong Qigong from the Southern Gang will be there, but this matter has nothing to do with the Wu Xiangjun Mansion, so we don't need to get involved."

Wang Yuyan, not seeing Su Qingfeng, anxiously asked:

"Mother, where's my cousin? He's not back yet, it's so late."

Madam Wang glanced at her:

"He went to the military camp and won't be back today. You and Yan'er don't need to wait for him."

Upon hearing this, Wang Yuyan instructed Azhu and Abi:

"Then go and rest first. Azhu, Abi, take Yan'er to sleep."

"Yes, sir."

Azhu and Abi smiled and led Su Yan away. The two thought to themselves that with Wang Yuyan around, they were no longer afraid of Wu Xiangjun making things difficult for them.

After Su Yan left, Madam Wang looked at her daughter:

"Yu Yan, do you like Su Qingfeng?"

"Mother, I..."

Wang Yuyan blushed and was momentarily speechless. She had been corresponding with this cousin, whom she had never met, since childhood and had long admired him. Now that they had met, Su Qingfeng was indeed as handsome and talented as she had imagined.

Madam Wang gently held her hand and said softly:

"If you like someone, why can't you say it? Although Su Qingfeng has a wife, she only knows how to practice martial arts, and I manage all the affairs of the household. I won't stop you, but you need to think it through so you won't regret it later."

"Mother, I understand."

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Wang Yuyan still had a blush on her face, but to her surprise, her mother did not object to her feelings for Su Qingfeng.

But the thought that Su Qingfeng already had a wife made her hesitate again. She adored little Su Yan, and if Su Yan felt that she was competing with her mother for her father's affections in the future... At this thought, Wang Yuyan's heart was slightly troubled.

Madam Wang suddenly remembered what had been said earlier and asked:

"By the way, what did you say you wanted to ask for your cousin?"

Wang Yuyan smiled slightly, her expression somewhat mysterious:

Mother, Yan'er mentioned that my cousin has a kind of Vermilion Fruit that can increase one's internal energy by thirty years. I want to practice martial arts now, so I plan to ask my cousin for one.

When Madam Wang heard Wang Yuyan say this, she was both surprised and delighted:

"Yuyan, you're going to practice martial arts? That's wonderful! I've been trying to persuade you to learn for a long time, but you always refused. Why have you changed your mind this time?"

Wang Yuyan clenched her fist and said seriously:

"Mother, isn't my cousin's meridians blocked, preventing him from practicing martial arts? I will learn martial arts from now on so that I can protect my cousin."

Madam Wang laughed upon hearing this:

"Alright, then there's no need to ask for them. Your cousin already gave me two. I was planning to give them to you when you wanted to practice martial arts, but I didn't expect you to start now."

"Cousin...you've even prepared mine?"

Wang Yuyan was both surprised and delighted.

Madam Wang nodded with a smile:

"Yes, he prepared it for both you and me. I haven't taken it yet because I have to manage the affairs of your cousin's household; since you don't practice martial arts, it would be a waste for you to take it, so I didn't give it to you."

"Then give it to me now, Mother. I need it to practice my skills."

"Alright. Yu Yan, you should practice the Lesser Formless Divine Skill first—this is a Heaven-level martial art of the Free and Unfettered Sect."

"My daughter understands."

The next morning, outside Suzhou.

Su Qingfeng came out of the military camp and was about to return to the city. As for Duan Yu, he did not make things difficult for him, only ordering that he be imprisoned for a month and then released. Afterwards, ignoring Duan Yu's words, he left directly.

Inside a tea shop by the roadside.

"Master, why did the Northern Beggars' Clan come all the way to the south to hold their general assembly?"

A kind-looking, burly man asked the ragged old man beside him.

"What's so hard to guess? Either something happened to the Northern Beggars' Gang, or they're going to discuss cooperation with the Southern Beggars' Gang."

A pretty young woman took over the conversation.

The old beggar looked at Huang Rong and laughed:

"Jing'er, Huang girl is right. I'm afraid there really has been a change within the Northern Beggars' Sect, otherwise they wouldn't have come all the way to the Southern Beggars' Sect's territory to hold a meeting."

These three were none other than Hong Qigong, the leader of the Southern Beggars' Sect, his disciple Guo Jing, and Huang Rong, the daughter of the Eastern Heretic, who had come to participate in the Northern Beggars' Sect's assembly. They had been traveling together for over half a year since their encounter in the Jin Kingdom. Hong Qigong, through Huang Rong's matchmaking, had taken Guo Jing as his disciple, but soon regretted it—this disciple was truly dull-witted; in half a year, he had only learned one or two moves of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, and even those were not yet proficient, leaving Hong Qigong quite helpless. Fortunately, Guo Jing knew his own limitations and practiced diligently whenever he had free time, which brought some comfort to Hong Qigong.

Guo Jing scratched his head, puzzled, and asked:

"Master, are you here in Suzhou to attend the Northern Beggars' Sect's grand meeting as well?"

Hong Qigong's expression turned serious, and he said:

"The elders of the Northern Beggars' Sect have sent word that there is an urgent matter, and that I must attend this conference. Alas, I fear the matter is not simple."

Huang Rong took a sip of tea and replied nonchalantly:

"Old beggar, why are you worrying about this? That's the Northern Beggars' Sect's business, it has nothing to do with your Southern Beggars' Sect."

Hong Qigong was really having a headache with this girl:

"Huang Rong, you can't say that. The Beggars' Sects of the North and South are one family, just with different jurisdictions."

Huang Rong didn't reply, but turned to ask Guo Jing:

"By the way, Guo Jing, how's your learning of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms from the old beggar? If you ask me, Qiao Feng of the Northern Beggar Clan is much better than him, why do you insist on learning from him?"

Guo Jing looked serious:

"Huang Rong, Senior Hong is now my master, so you should speak with more respect. As for the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms... I've only learned one palm strike; I haven't even mastered the second one yet."

Hong Qigong smiled and waved his hand:

"Huang Rong is right. Qiao Feng is in his prime, and his martial arts are indeed superior to mine. He is a once-in-a-century genius in the Beggars' Sect, and he has also given me guidance on my palm techniques."

Huang Rong glanced at Guo Jing, deliberately teasing him:

"Guo Jing, you're really stupid. It took you half a year to learn one palm strike? Why don't you bang your head against a wall and see if you've lost your mind?"

Hong Qigong glanced at Guo Jing and shook his head secretly. He no longer held high hopes for this disciple, only hoping that he could make up for his shortcomings with diligence and perhaps achieve something in the future.

"Huh, what's this army coming over? And they're all cavalry."

Suddenly, Hong Qigong saw dust rising from the road, and a cavalry unit was approaching. He wondered: Where did all these cavalry come from in the south?

Huang Rong took a closer look and was also taken aback:

"These cavalrymen are protecting a luxurious carriage; the people inside must be of extraordinary status. But they are even more elite than the Jin cavalry… When did the Song Dynasty acquire such an army?"

She had seen Jin cavalry before, but this force was far superior. Huang Rong couldn't help but wonder: Whose general's troops were these?

Hong Qigong stared at the carriage, his interest growing stronger:

"There are at least five thousand cavalrymen... just who is sitting in the wagon?"

"Kill the corrupt official and rid the people of this scourge!"

"Kill the corrupt official and rid the people of this scourge!"

"Let's attack together! Let's uphold justice!"

Just then, hundreds of men in black suddenly sprang out from both sides of the road, rushing straight at the cavalry guarding the carriage. They charged while shouting battle cries.

"Form ranks!"

As soon as the man in black appeared, the cavalrymen quickly surrounded the carriage, their weapons all pointed at the direction of the attack.