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

Chen Yanzhou snapped out of his thoughts and turned his gaze to the pile of rocks not far away.

The eagle was struggling to pull its two claws, which were stuck deep in the rocks, when a muffled "bang" rang out and rocks flew everywhere.

The creature shook its enormous head, seemingly a little doubtful of its own existence after the fall.

It shook its steel-like feathers, sending off large amounts of stone chips and dust, its eyes filled with confusion as if asking, "What just happened?"

Chen Yanzhou walked over with a smile and patted the base of its thick wings: "Brother Eagle, are you alright?"

The Divine Eagle shook its head and made two gurgling sounds in its throat.

"It's good that you're alright." Chen Yanzhou casually brushed aside the newly grown feathers on its neck to examine it closely.

The newly grown feathers were a glossy black, like the finest black satin, gleaming with a cold metallic sheen in the sunlight.

"It seems this hair growth formula really works. If the Yiyun Division's business isn't doing well when we get back to Xiangyang, I'll open a clinic specializing in treating hair loss. I guarantee those balding rich merchants will line up to give me money." Chen Yanzhou nodded in satisfaction. "Alright, you must be exhausted from that last bit. Go and rest."

Without hesitation, the eagle flapped its wings and flew to a nearby boulder, burying its head under its wings.

Immediately, Chen Yanzhou turned to look at Huang Rong.

Holding the Green Light Sword, Huang Rong's delicate brows furrowed and relaxed at times, clearly immersed in the profound concept of "using someone else's strength against them."

Chen Yanzhou didn't disturb them. He walked to the side and sat down on the bluestone slab. He casually picked up a blade of grass and put it in his mouth, crossed his legs, and enjoyed the rare quiet afternoon.

About the time it takes to drink a cup of tea has passed.

"brush!"

A clear, melodious sword cry rang out. Huang Rong flicked her wrist, and the cyan sword returned to its sheath. Her delicate and pretty face was no longer tired at all, but full of joy.

She rushed to Chen Yanzhou, her eyes sparkling as she stared at him: "Chen Yanzhou, those two sentences you said were absolutely brilliant!"

"Oh? What kind of magic?" Chen Yanzhou glanced at her lazily.

"When my father taught me martial arts, he always emphasized the exquisite and ever-changing moves. But the principle of 'let him be strong as he may' completely transcends the limitations of moves." Huang Rong became more and more excited as she spoke, gesturing with her signature hand gesture.

"If I master this skill, even if I encounter a master whose internal strength is ten times greater than mine, I can use his strength to attack him, just like I did with Brother Condor. Even if I can't win, I'll still be invincible!"

She was quick-witted. In the past, if she encountered a master whose strength far surpassed her own, she had no choice but to run away. But if she mastered this method of deflecting gravity, her chances of survival would increase by at least 30%.

Chen Yanzhou spat out the grass in his mouth and laughed, "You're quite clever. I didn't waste my breath. By the way, this skill is all about mindset. If your mind isn't calm, your intention won't flow. With your temperament, you probably still need to work on it some more."

Upon hearing the praise, Huang Rong raised her chin and haughtily snorted, "This young lady is naturally intelligent, how could I not understand such a simple principle? It's you who's been hiding it for so long before you're willing to teach me, you're so stingy."

After she finished speaking, the excitement on her face faded slightly, and she turned her gaze towards the Sword Tomb, letting out a soft sigh.

"What? You're not happy even though you've learned unparalleled martial arts?" Chen Yanzhou raised an eyebrow.

Huang Rong rested her chin on her hands and said with some regret, "I'm happy, but... it's a pity that Senior Dugu's Nine Swords will probably be lost."

"I've heard that Senior Dugu once used the Nine Swords to defeat all the martial arts in the world. How dashing and exhilarating that must have been."

Seeing her insatiable greed, Chen Yanzhou couldn't help but flick her forehead.

"Ouch!" Huang Rong clutched her forehead, glaring at him. "Why do you keep flicking me!"

"I'm criticizing you because you're greedy," Chen Yanzhou said irritably. "Not only are you greedy, but you're insatiable."

"No way!" Huang Rong retorted, unconvinced. "I... I just think it's a pity."

Chen Yanzhou chuckled, shifted to a more comfortable position, and said casually, "What's there to regret? Let me tell you, even if the manual for the 'Nine Swords of Dugu' were right in front of you right now, you still wouldn't be able to learn it, let alone master it."

"Nonsense!" Huang Rong's eyebrows shot up. "How could you possibly not learn a mere sword technique?"

"Don't believe me?" Chen Yanzhou sat up straight and looked at Huang Rong.

Huang Rong blinked and nodded in agreement.

Chen Yanzhou didn't answer, but instead asked, "Then let me ask you, do you remember the words carved on the stone wall when we first entered the Sword Tomb?"

Huang Rong was taken aback, then nodded subconsciously: "I remember, but what does that have to do with the Dugu Nine Swords?"

"It's a huge deal." Chen Yanzhou leaned back and put his hands behind his head.

Huang Rong pouted, looking unconvinced: "Don't try to fool me. Besides mentioning which swords Senior Dugu used, there's not a single sword technique inscription on this."

"You're only seeing the surface, not the essence. Read the last sentence aloud," Chen Yanzhou sighed and said.

Huang Rong looked at him suspiciously, then parted her lips slightly: "After the age of forty, one is no longer bound by material things; grass, trees, bamboo, and stones can all be used as swords. From then on, one can refine one's skills and gradually reach the realm where having no sword is better than having a sword."

After reading it aloud, she was still puzzled: "Father often said this too, that when martial arts skills reach their peak, even a plucked leaf or a flying flower can injure someone. But what does this have to do with the Dugu Nine Swords?"

Chen Yanzhou didn't answer, but instead asked, "What do you think 'no moves' is?"

"Naturally, there are no fixed moves; you can do whatever you want," Huang Rong blurted out without thinking.

"Idiot." Chen Yanzhou shook his head and continued, "'No moves' doesn't come from nowhere. On the contrary, it's built on a vast knowledge base of 'breaking through all moves in the world.' If you want to achieve 'no moves,' you must first 'know all moves in the world!'"

Huang Rong was taken aback: "You have a way to break through the entire world?"

"Senior Dugu sought defeat throughout his life but could not find it, and he met with all the heroes. Whether it was the sword techniques of the orthodox schools or the strange arts of the unorthodox schools, he not only saw them, but also dissected and studied them. Therefore, in order to achieve 'no moves are better than moves,' one must first achieve 'know all the moves in the world.'"

As he spoke, he looked at Huang Rong and held up a finger: "This is the first step. If you know all the enemy's moves, you will know whether they are going to attack your top or bottom lane, whether it is a feint or a killing move, as soon as they raise their hand. Senior Dugu spent no less than twenty years on this process."

"Twenty years?!" Huang Rong's eyes widened, her mouth slightly agape. "How much would that take to memorize? Just the basic sword techniques of all the major sects are a vast ocean, not to mention the secret techniques passed down only to the sects. If I had to memorize it all, wouldn't my brain explode?"

Although she was exceptionally intelligent and possessed a photographic memory, the thought of having to memorize all the martial arts moves in the world like a textbook, and then analyze and dissect them, made her scalp tingle.

Looking at her bitter and resentful expression, Chen Yanzhou smiled slightly. "This is only the first step."

"There's a second step?" Huang Rong wailed, her body went limp, and she leaned against the bluestone, looking utterly hopeless.

Chen Yanzhou chuckled and continued, "That's natural, and the second step is 'forgetting'."

"Forget?" Huang Rong blinked, looking bewildered. "I've painstakingly memorized it for twenty years, and then I forget it? Wouldn't that be a waste of time?"

Chen Yanzhou shook his head helplessly, pointed to his head, and said, "It's about forgetting those rigid moves and only keeping their essence and principles."

"This leap requires countless practical experiences and sudden insights. Most people spend their entire lives stuck knowing the moves but unable to forget them."

Upon hearing this, Huang Rong fell silent, clearly having lost interest in the Dugu Nine Swords.

Chen Yanzhou continued, "If you can complete these two steps, you will grasp the essence of 'no moves,' which is to 'anticipate the enemy's moves and attack where they must defend.'"

Upon hearing this, Huang Rong looked up abruptly and said with delight, "I know that."