Martial Arts Crossover: My master tricked Huang Rong into becoming my wife!

The midday sun warmed the Taiji Hall, carved from white marble, and reflected dazzling golden light onto the glazed tiles. The bronze cauldron that had just been used to cook the bones of the Ice Dragon yesterday had been moved to a corner of the courtyard. In its place was a huge dining table, three zhang long, carved from a single piece of top-quality thousand-year-old golden nanmu wood.

The table was laden with a dazzling array of seafood. There were purple-backed king crabs, freshly caught from the depths of the East China Sea and larger than millstones, polar ice shrimp with translucent flesh and a hint of chill, and a whole century-old deep-sea tuna, skewered on black iron skewers by Master Lu of the Divine Machine Camp and sizzling with oil over charcoal.

Chen Yanzhou changed into a moon-white, wide-sleeved casual robe, and walked barefoot on a soft Persian carpet. He held a small white jade hammer in his hand and was idly tapping the claw of a king crab. His technique for tapping the claw was superb. With a gentle vibration of chaotic true energy along the jade hammer, a crisp "crack" sounded, and the crab shell, strong enough to break fine steel, bloomed like a lotus flower, revealing the plump and sweet crab meat inside.

"Come on, Rong'er, open your mouth. The roe of this purple-backed crab is the most nourishing. You must be tired from managing the affairs of the manor these past few days." Chen Yanzhou picked up a piece of golden crab roe with silver chopsticks and naturally offered it to Huang Rong's lips.

Today, Huang Rong wore an elegant blue ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), her long hair styled in a gentle, matronly bun. She rolled her eyes at her husband but didn't refuse. She parted her lips slightly to swallow the crab roe, her eyes and brows revealing an undisguised tenderness and charm: "You, you always try to shut me up with these delicacies. So many important military and national affairs await your decision every day, and you, instead of giving all the important documents to Zhang Juzheng, hide here and start cracking crabs."

"I conquered this empire, and I set the rules. If I, as the master, have to handle every trivial matter myself, then what am I doing supporting those old scholars in the cabinet? Are they just freeloaders?" Chen Yanzhou sneered, cracking open another crab leg. "There are only two kinds of things in this world. If it can be solved with fists, I'll cut it down with a sword; if it can't be solved with fists, Zhang Juzheng and the others will handle it with their words. My top priority right now is spending time with my wife and children."

Before he could finish speaking, a loud "boom" suddenly came from the other end of the courtyard.

The vibrations traveled through the floor tiles, causing the jade plate on the table to bounce three times. Chu Liuxiang's wine cup tilted, spilling amber-colored Western wine all over himself. Lu Xiaofeng was so startled that he jumped up from his armchair, his beard trembling slightly.

Everyone turned to look, and saw that the courtyard wall on the east side of the Taiji Hall, built with blue bricks mixed with glutinous rice juice and molten iron, and said to be able to withstand even the full force of a Grandmaster's attack, now had a large hole more than ten feet wide. Broken bricks and tiles were scattered all over the ground, and in the dust, a small red figure was riding on the back of a huge black wolf, tossing a bead that emitted a ghostly blue halo in her hand, laughing carefree.

That bead was the "Starry Sky Core" that Chen Yanzhou had dug out of the Starry Sky Mother Insect Izanagi's body yesterday.

"Big Black, Big Black! Run faster! This marble is so powerful, it hits the wall every time!" Three-year-old Nianrong, with her two topknots, wrapped her short legs around Wangcai's neck and danced excitedly.

Wangcai shook off the brick dust and whimpered pitifully. It wanted to run slower, but the strength of this little darling on its back was terrifying. The throw just now had vaporized half of the courtyard wall with the remaining starry sky laws contained in the core. If it hadn't dodged quickly, the fur on its tail would have been scorched.

"Chen Nianrong!" Huang Rong's eyebrows shot up instantly. She stood up, her Nine Yin Manual swirling around her fingertips. "Look what you've done! Did you think you could use that Starry Sky Core to smash walls? This is the third time this month that you've demolished the east wall of the Taiji Hall! You come here!"

Hearing her mother's anger, Xiao Nianrong shrank back in fright, quickly stuffed the Dao Core into her bosom, took out half a gnawed carrot from her small cloth pocket and stuffed it into Wangcai's mouth, then skillfully jumped off the wolf's back, and with her short legs, she rushed into Chen Yanzhou's arms like a gust of wind.

"Daddy, help! Mommy's going to turn into a tigress again!" The little girl buried her face in Chen Yanzhou's broad chest, only her big eyes peeking out, her face full of confidence.

Chen Yanzhou put down the jade hammer in his hand, picked up his daughter and weighed her in his arms, a doting smile playing on his lips: "Rong'er, it's no big deal. It's just a wall. We'll have Master Lu replace it with basalt and build another one. The girl is growing and very active, and that Starry Sky Core is hard, perfect for her to practice her arm strength. Why are you getting angry with a child?"

"You're just going to protect her all you want!" Huang Rong stomped her foot angrily, pointing her jade finger at Chen Yanzhou's forehead. "This is the heart of the World Alliance, watched by countless martial arts heroes! She can smash an iron wall with her Dao Core at the age of three. When she turns thirteen, will she tear down the walls of Chang'an for you to burn as firewood?"

"If she likes it, let her tear it down. The walls of Chang'an aren't enough, Father will take you to tear down the ones in Luoyang too." Chen Yanzhou casually rubbed his daughter's head. "My bloodline, Chen Yanzhou's blood, cannot be bound by any of the rules of the world."

"Yay! Daddy is the best!" Xiao Nianrong gave Chen Yanzhou a big kiss on the face, smearing half of his face with icy shrimp juice.

Lu Xiaofeng, watching from the side, shook his head and nudged Chu Liuxiang with his elbow: "Old rascal, I've figured it out now. In this Tian Ce Mansion, the person you absolutely cannot mess with isn't Brother Chen, but this little miss. If you mess with Brother Chen, at most you'll die a gruesome death; but if you mess with this little miss, Brother Chen can send your entire family, including the ashes from your ancestral graves, flying into the sky."

Chu Liuxiang touched his nose and smiled wryly. Just as he was about to say something in agreement, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the courtyard.

Zhang Juzheng, dressed in a scarlet official robe soaked with sweat and clutching an urgent report embroidered with gold, stumbled and crawled across the threshold, not even bothering with formalities, and shouted in a hoarse voice, "Your Majesty! Chaos has broken out! The south... the south is about to be overthrown!"

Chen Yanzhou didn't even lift his eyelids. He slowly took a warm silk handkerchief and wiped the shrimp juice off Xiao Nianrong's face before speaking indifferently, "Lord Zhang, I remember I set a rule. Even if the sky falls, I have to finish my meal first. Do you think your head is more important than my daughter's appetite?"

The coldness emanating from that nonchalant remark sent a chill down Zhang Juzheng's spine. He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the panic in his heart, and knelt down with a thud: "This old minister deserves to die. But this matter involves far-reaching implications; Feixian Island in the South China Sea... is lost."

Upon hearing this, the air in the courtyard seemed to freeze instantly.

"Flying Immortal Island?" Lu Xiaofeng's expression changed, and he dropped his nonchalant demeanor. "Ever since Ye Gucheng was killed by Brother Chen in Baiyun City, hasn't Flying Immortal Island already submitted to the World Alliance and been placed under the jurisdiction of the South Sea Sword Sect? With the Zhenyuan Navy patrolling the area, who could possibly seize the island right under their noses?"

"It's not a force from the Central Plains." Zhang Juzheng gritted his teeth, holding up the urgent report in gold ink. "It's the red-haired barbarians! A powerful ship and cannon corps from the Rakshasa Kingdom, calling themselves the 'Black Dragon Fleet,' has gathered a group of remnants of the 'Kamikaze-ryu' sect from Japan who escaped from the far south years ago. Taking advantage of the thick fog last night, they launched a surprise attack on Feixian Island. All three hundred disciples of the South Sea Sword Sect were riddled with holes by them using a kind of evil firearm that emits green flames."

Chu Liuxiang frowned: "Firearms from the Rakshasa Kingdom? Remnants of the Fusang army? How did these defeated soldiers end up together?"

"Not only that," Zhang Juzheng's voice was laced with suppressed anger. "According to intelligence risked their lives to bring back by our spies, there's a traitor within our Central Plains martial arts world pulling the strings behind this Black Dragon Fleet. The old swordsman, Mu Daoren, a former traitor of the Wudang Sect and founder of 'Ghost Manor,' has somehow extended his life and become the national advisor to these foreign races! They've erected a summoning banner on the island, are plundering coastal fishermen, and are boasting that they'll use the blood of our people to sacrifice to the 'Black Death Demon God' of the Rakshasa Kingdom, and even demand that our Lord hand over half of the World Alliance's territory!"

"The Black Death Demon God? Old Knife Handle?"

Chen Yanzhou finally put down the silk handkerchief in his hand. He didn't get angry, nor did he unleash any earth-shattering aura, but the charcoal fires that were burning brightly around him went out without warning in that instant. The temperature in the entire courtyard plummeted, and even the cooked purple-backed king crab was covered with a fine layer of frost.

"Your Majesty, please calm down..." Zhang Juzheng was so frightened that he kowtowed his head on the blue bricks, not daring to even breathe loudly.

"Calm down? I'm not angry." Chen Yanzhou stood up, his sleeves swaying gently in the breeze. A chilling smile curved his lips, and golden-blue flames flickered in his deep eyes.

"I just think that the idiots in this world are always more resilient than foxtail grass. I just roasted that fat worm called Izanagi in the East Sea, and now a bunch of red-haired monkeys and gutter rats have appeared." He lifted his foot and casually crushed a pearl on the table into powder. "Firearms from the Rakshasa Kingdom? Remnants of the Ghost Manor? They want me to hand over half the country?"

"Daddy! Aren't those red-haired monkeys ugly?" Little Nianrong stood on a chair, hands on her hips, her big eyes filled with eager excitement. "They're bullying our people with iron pipes that spew green flames? I'm going to melt all their iron pipes into molten iron! My slingshot hasn't even hit a living person yet!"

Wangcai, standing nearby, also let out a brutal wolf howl at the opportune moment, digging two deep furrows in the ground with its front paws, while black ghostly fire gurgled and rolled in its throat.

"Did you hear that, Lord Zhang? Even my three-year-old daughter knows how to deal with this garbage." Chen Yanzhou reached out and picked up Xiao Nianrong, letting her sit steadily on his shoulders. "Pass on my message to the Shenji Battalion and the East China Sea Navy: tell them to continue resting. This trip to the South China Sea, we don't need to send a single soldier."

Zhang Juzheng was greatly alarmed: "Your Majesty, you mustn't! That Black Dragon Fleet is said to consist of over a hundred giant ships encased in meteorite iron, with cannons capable of firing for ten miles. Furthermore, the island has been shrouded in a Netherworld Death Qi Array set up by the Wooden Taoist. You are going there alone; a man of noble birth should not risk his life!"

"No matter how hard an iron turtle's shell is, can it be harder than the laws of Takamagahara?" Chen Yanzhou scoffed. "Lu Xiaofeng, Chu Liuxiang, take your weapons. Rong'er, if you find the sea breeze fishy, ​​stay here and wait for me. If you want to see fireworks, come along."

Huang Rong sighed, and with a wave of her hand, packed the unfinished crab meat into a food box: "I'll go with you. With you here, nothing in this world can hurt me. Just be careful not to destroy the entire South China Sea's ley lines; the coastal people still rely on fishing for a living."

"Don't worry, Madam. I'm a very reasonable person. Whoever offends me, I'll uproot them without harming the innocent."

Chen Yanzhou strolled leisurely to the center of the courtyard. He didn't even take his sword; he simply raised his right hand, joined his index and middle fingers together, and casually drew a line in the air in front of him.

"Sizzle—"

A jet-black rift, three zhang long, suddenly opened in mid-air as if tearing open a brocade. At the edge of the rift, the turbulent spatial currents were suppressed by the chaotic true energy, becoming extremely docile. At the other end of the rift, one could already smell the moist air of the South China Sea, mixed with the scent of sea salt and blood.

"Little girl, sit tight. Daddy's taking you to roast a red-haired monkey."

Chen Yanzhou, carrying his daughter, along with Huang Rong and the ferocious mutated giant wolf, stepped into the void. Lu Xiaofeng and Chu Liuxiang exchanged a glance, shook their heads with bitter smiles, and followed using their lightness skills. Zhang Juzheng was left kneeling on the spot, watching the slowly closing crack, silently composing a eulogy in his heart for the ignorant alien race of the South China Sea.

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South China Sea, Feixian Island.

The once cloud-shrouded Flying Fairy Island, resembling a fairyland, has now been transformed into a hellish landscape.

On the sea, hundreds of massive ironclad warships were densely packed together. The prows of these ships were carved with ferocious demons, and the dark cannons emitted a pungent smell of sulfur and a ghostly green aura of death.

In the plaza of the former site of Baiyun City in the center of the island, a bronze cross ten zhang tall stands. Bound to the cross are dozens of South Sea Sword Sect disciples, their bodies covered in blood. At their feet lies a pile of dry firewood soaked in kerosene.

A group of tall, deep-set-eyed, red-bearded barbarians from the Rakshasa Kingdom were brandishing barbed whips and emitting bizarre, maniacal laughter. Surrounding them were hundreds of Japanese ronin with shaved heads and tattered ninja robes, who were hurling insults at the sword sect disciples in broken Chinese.

At the highest point of the plaza, on the white jade steps, sat a large chair covered with a tiger skin. Seated in the chair was an old man, emaciated and dressed in a tattered Tai Chi robe. His face was covered with black spots resembling tree bark, but his eyes glowed with an eerie green light. He was none other than the Ghost Manor Master—the Wooden Taoist—who had faked his death years ago and was now possessed by another body.

"Grand Preceptor Mu, these swordsmen from the Central Plains are quite stubborn. They've been fighting for two days and two nights, and not a single one is willing to reveal the Tian Ce Prefecture's naval defense formation." A red-haired barbarian commander, dressed in a magnificent velvet coat and with two fine gold muskets at his waist, ascended the steps and spoke in heavily accented Mandarin. "Grand Prince Ivanov is getting impatient. The Black Death Demon God needs pure souls for sacrifice. I think it would be better to burn them alive, then our fleet can sail directly into Guangzhou and bombard those city walls to rubble!"

The Wooden Taoist let out two slurred, cold laughs, toying with a three-foot-long, jet-black sword radiating a dense aura of death. "General Peter, don't be hasty. That madman Chen Yanzhou claims to be the ruler of the world. If we set fire to his backyard, he won't stand idly by. Beneath this Flying Immortal Island, I've already laid down the long-lost 'Nine Netherworld Annihilation Formation,' combined with your Rakshasa Kingdom's cannons infused with death energy. If he dares to set foot on this island even half a step, I will annihilate him, body and soul!"

"For the glory of the Black Dragon Fleet!" General Peter raised his arms fervently. "Then light the fire! Let the screams of these Central Plains people be the prelude to our conquest of China!"

With a wave of his hand, several Japanese ronin immediately raised torches and walked toward the cross piled with dry firewood, laughing strangely.

Bound to the top, the South Sea Sword Sect's eldest disciple closed his eyes in despair. He knew they were destined to turn to ashes today. But he felt no resentment, only absolute faith in the Heavenly Strategy Mansion. As long as their lord remained, these alien races would inevitably descend into hell.

The torch was less than three feet away from the dry firewood.

Just then, the clouds above Flying Immortal Island, shrouded in eerie green death energy, suddenly split open without warning.

It wasn't blown away by the wind, but rather torn in two by an extremely tyrannical force of law. A dazzling golden-blue pillar of light, like a divine sword from the heavens, descended from the crack and crashed straight into the center of the plaza.

"boom--!"

There was no firelight, no smoke. The moment those Japanese ronin carrying torches came into contact with the beam of light, their bodies were instantly crushed into a bloody pulp by an overwhelming force. Their torches and the flagstones beneath their feet were also reduced to fine powder in an instant, scattering in the wind.

The entire room fell silent.

Tens of thousands of barbarians and Japanese warriors stared in utter horror at the center of the pillar of light.

Chen Yanzhou carried three-year-old Nianrong on his shoulder, with Huang Rong and the mutated giant wolf standing beside him, and Lu Xiaofeng and Chu Liuxiang standing on either side like servants. He strolled leisurely out of the void as if he were taking a walk in his own backyard, his black and gold boots stepping on the ruins of the square without even a speck of dust on them.

"I heard that someone wants to use my soldiers to sacrifice some Black Death god?"

Chen Yanzhou's voice wasn't loud, but through a peculiar resonance with the heavens and earth, it clearly reached the eardrums of everyone present. His voice was devoid of any worldly concerns, yet it sent a chill down the spines of all the alien races present, as if their very hearts were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

"Chen... Chen Yanzhou! How dare you come alone!" The Wooden Daoist abruptly stood up from his tiger-skin chair, his eyes blazing with ghostly fire, his voice sharp as fingernails scraping glass, "You're too arrogant! Here are the Black Dragon Fleet's hundred giant cannons, and my Nine Netherworld Annihilation Formation. You won't escape today!"

"Old blockhead, you've been faking your death and hiding for so many years, has your brain rotted along with it?" Lu Xiaofeng scoffed from below, his face full of disbelief. "You don't even know how the Star Mother Worm of Takamagahara died. Using this piece of junk to threaten Brother Chen, I'm embarrassed for you."

"Ugly old man! You're not allowed to speak loudly to Daddy!" Little Nianrong, perched on Chen Yanzhou's shoulders, protested. She pointed a finger, her big eyes flashing with gold, "Your face looks like a hairy toad, and it stinks! Dahei, go and bite that red-haired monkey's iron pipe to pieces!"

"roar--!"

Wangcai let out a roar that shattered the clouds, and its body suddenly expanded to ten zhang in size in mid-air. Its four hooves trod on Netherworld Fire, and it transformed into a black lightning bolt, charging directly towards a group of Rakshasa Kingdom musketeers not far away.

"Fire! Shoot that monster!" General Peter roared, drawing his musket in terror.

"Bang bang bang—!"

Hundreds of muskets, imbued with the deathly aura of the starry sky, fired simultaneously. The dense rain of bullets resembled a green net of death, enveloping Wangcai within it. However, the bullets, powerful enough to pierce fine steel, struck the giant wolf's bristling black fur with only a series of crisp "clanging" sounds, failing to knock off even a single hair.

Wangcai opened its blood-red maw and spewed out a mouthful of pure black ghostly fire. The dozens of musketeers didn't even have time to scream before they were instantly burned to ashes in the extreme heat. Their muskets also melted into molten iron in an instant, dripping onto the scorched earth.

"Demon...this is a demon's giant beast!" The Rakshasa people were so frightened that they panicked and retreated in all directions.

"A bunch of useless idiots! Fire! Let the warships fire!" General Peter, seemingly insane, waved his command flag at the fleet on the sea.

On the sea, the cannons of hundreds of ironclad warships slowly rotated, aiming at Chen Yanzhou in the center of the plaza. These cannons, infused with meteorite iron and death energy, could raze the entire Flying Immortal Island to the ground if fired in unison.

Huang Rong frowned slightly, about to use her Nine Yin Manual to protect the sword sect disciples who were tied to the crosses.

Chen Yanzhou gently patted his wife's hand, giving her a reassuring look. He looked up at the dark muzzles of the cannons, a cruel, mocking smile playing on his lips.

"Cannons? This is hardly a firearm!" Chen Yanzhou lifted Xiao Nianrong off his shoulders and put her on the ground. "Girl, they want to play with fire. Show these country bumpkins what real fire is."

"Yay! Daddy, watch me!"

Little Nianrong clapped her chubby little hands excitedly. She took a deep breath, her little belly bulging high, and extremely profound golden-blue chaotic Dao patterns appeared all over her body. This three-year-old little demon pill took a step into the air and floated three zhang above the ground, facing the hundreds of behemoths on the sea.

"Release it—!" General Peter roared hysterically.

"Boom boom boom boom—!"

A hundred cannons roared in unison! Hundreds of enormous orbs of light, emanating a ghostly green aura and trailing long fiery tails, hurtled towards the plaza like a meteor shower. The terrifying force caused space itself to distort violently.

At this critical moment, Xiao Nianrong suddenly opened her little mouth.

"Whoosh—Boom!"

A pure golden innate true fire, a hundred times more dazzling than sunlight, burst forth from the little girl's mouth.

The flames were no longer a line, but transformed into a golden sea of ​​fire that swept across the sky!

The primordial fire, pure and yang, carrying the chaotic rules that could incinerate all things, collided directly with the countless deathly energy cannonballs.

There was no violent explosion, no scattering shockwaves.

Those hundreds of deathly energy orbs, powerful enough to destroy cities and fortresses, were like snowballs thrown into a furnace the moment they came into contact with the innate true fire. The despairing green deathly energy was brutally vaporized and stripped away, and even the core meteorite iron of the cannonball was burned into nothingness in mid-air!

The sea of ​​fire continued its relentless advance, sweeping towards the armored fleet on the sea like a tsunami.

"No...this is impossible! God!" General Peter knelt down in despair.

"Sizzle—sizzle—"

The chilling sound of melting metal echoed across the sea. The armor of the hundreds of supposedly indestructible ironclad warships of the Rakshasa Kingdom rapidly turned red and softened under the scorching heat of the innate true fire.

Before the flames even touched them, the Rakshasa soldiers and Japanese ronin on the deck had their bodies instantly evaporated by the terrifying heat, turning them into dried corpses. They were then melted into pools of boiling molten iron along with the warship, sinking completely into the waves of the East China Sea.