Martial Arts Crossover: Zhao Min, your sidekick is really something else.

He stared in the direction where Xiaoyu disappeared, his expression somewhat complicated.

At this point, the system added another sentence:

[Host, the opportunity is right in front of you, you must seize it!]

Xiao Yaoqing: ? ? ?

"What opportunity? System, why are you talking so strangely?"

The system ignored his complaints and continued:

[System check complete—A pure Yin body is most suitable as a cultivation furnace! If the host can obtain the primordial Yin of a pure Yin body, cultivation speed will double, and realm advancement will also double!]

"Um……"

"System, are you possessed by some kind of evil spirit?"

23. Nine Yang Divine Skill? I think I'm getting an idea!

Xiao Yaoqing strongly suspected that there was definitely something wrong with his system.

They either give you only half of what you need, or they encourage you to take advantage of others.

But the system replied with:

Everything the system does is to help the host embark on the path to becoming a Martial God!

"Um……"

That sounds so grand and plausible, it actually makes sense.

Xiao Yaoqing looked up in the direction where Xiaoyu had disappeared, his gaze becoming somewhat deep.

It's not that it's impossible.

However, although he seems a bit carefree, he's not the kind of scumbag you'd find in a sadomasochistic novel.

A question suddenly popped into my head, and I asked it casually:

"I seem to remember that a person with a pure Yin body who has their primordial Yin stolen can't live for more than a few days, right?"

[Returning to the host, after losing primordial yin, a pure yin body can only last for a maximum of five days.]

"..."

So if something really happened between him and Xiaoyu, this girl would be gone?

Xiaoyu, that girl, is gone in just five days?

Xiao Yaoqing wasn't particularly close to her, but it was still a bit unfair that she had lost her life so easily. A clean-cut young girl, without even a chance to say goodbye.

He immediately pressed on, "Didn't I mention that people with a pure Yin constitution have a mutually beneficial relationship?"

[That's right!] This time, the system didn't hold back and replied directly: [As long as the host cultivates a pure Yang body, they can achieve Yin-Yang fusion with those of pure Yin constitution, mutually enhancing each other, and the other person's life will not be in danger.]

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yaoqing's eyes lit up, and he quickly asked, "Then how can I cultivate a pure Yang body?"

[If the host practices the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms to its ultimate perfection, he will naturally achieve a pure Yang body.]

Xiao Yaoqing's lips twitched, his face speechless.

"You've only given me half the martial arts skills; how am I supposed to master them?"

"Besides, the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms are almost extinct. Even the core members of the Beggars' Sect only know two or three basic moves. I can't even find a place to copy it!"

But while Xiao Yaoqing was ranting and raving, the system simply pretended to be dead, not uttering a single word.

This lousy system, with its frequent glitches, infuriated Xiao Yaoqing.

He suppressed his anger and asked again, "Are there any other options?"

This time, the system only displayed four words:

[Nine Yang Divine Skill!]

Yes, it's the Nine Yang Divine Skill!

When Zhang Wuji was a child, he was struck by the Xuanming Divine Palm of the Xuanming Elders and was on the verge of death.

As a result, he hid in an unnamed valley and inexplicably mastered the Nine Yang Divine Skill, which completely cleared away the cold and poisonous energy from his body.

Even the Green-Winged Bat King Wei Yixiao's training problems were cured by him.

Thinking about this, Xiao Yaoqing couldn't help but wonder if Zhang Wuji had also cheated.

He was struck by the Xuanming Divine Palm and survived for a full ten years.

He mastered the Nine Yang Divine Skill in just a few days!

Good heavens, does he really have such incredible talent?

Furthermore, regarding the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth, how many years did Yang Dingtian practice it before he only reached a few levels?

This kid went in and stayed for less than an hour, and he already had a complete grasp of the situation.

Who would believe that if I said that?

Xiao Yaoqing really didn't have any good ideas about the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.

But the Nine Yang Divine Skill is different!

Although he didn't know exactly where the nameless valley where Zhang Wuji buried the scriptures was.

But he can directly copy Zhang Wuji!

The moment the thought crossed Xiao Yaoqing's mind, he had already made up his mind.

That's right, going to Xiaoyu now to help her solve her yin problem will indeed greatly increase her strength.

But that's only a one-time thing.

This is just like the saying goes: "Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime."

We need to plan for the long term.

Therefore, Xiao Yaoqing was ready, and it all depended on whether Zhang Wuji's drop rate was sufficient.

Xiao Yaoqing had already planned it out in his mind; this battle with Zhang Wuji would probably be a slow and drawn-out affair.

That kid possesses more martial arts skills than Fan Yao; he can't be taken down in just a few moves.

Just as he was pondering his next move, Xiaoyu changed her clothes and came running over.

Xiao Yaoqing looked up and his heart skipped a beat.

He had never noticed how beautiful this girl was, since she had always been dressed as a servant in the Prince's mansion.

Xiaoyu had changed into her casual clothes. The material wasn't particularly nice, but it accentuated her figure perfectly.

Her face was already pretty, but now it seemed like she had applied some rouge, making her look even more delicate than usual.

Xiao Yaoqing even wondered if this was due to the pure Yin constitution.

Xiaoyu felt a little embarrassed by his gaze, and lowered her head, saying, "Master Xiao, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

Xiao Yaoqing knew in his heart that Xiaoyu had a pure Yin constitution, and the way he looked at her was no longer the same as before.

But this can't be rushed; it has to be done slowly. He didn't reveal any flaws, just smiled and shook his head: "Not long."

He then added, "From now on, don't apologize so easily. Apologizing when you haven't done anything wrong is just a sign of weakness."

Upon hearing this, Xiaoyu's eyes welled up with tears, but she still said, "But... Xiaoyu is just a servant girl..."

Xiao Yaoqing stared at her with an inscrutable look in his eyes, his tone indifferent: "You've got it wrong."

"You are my maid, Xiao Yaoqing's maid."

He said those words and turned to leave.

Xiaoyu stood there, stunned, staring at his retreating figure.

For some reason, Xiao Yaoqing's words just now actually exuded a kind of imposing aura.

That aura inexplicably made Xiaoyu feel at ease.

Xiao Yaoqing turned around and saw her still standing there in a daze, so he waved her over: "What are you still standing there for? Let's go."

"They're here!"

Xiaoyu's "Yes!" was probably the lightest she had ever felt in her life.

Xiao Yu followed behind Xiao Yaoqing. The two passed through the pavilion, walked through the courtyard, and arrived at the main gate of the Ruyang Prince's Mansion.

The guards at the gate all bowed slightly upon seeing Xiao Yaoqing: "Master Xiao!"

That's right. Although Xiao Yaoqing has just arrived at the Ruyang Prince's Mansion, his status is undeniable—he is the princess's master.

This status is no joke.

Xiao Yaoqing nodded and was about to step out when one of the guards quickly stepped forward and stopped him.

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"Mr. Xiao, are you planning to go out?"

Xiao Yaoqing glanced at the guards standing at the door, his eyelids drooping slightly, his tone neither warm nor cold:

"What, it's not allowed?"

"No, no, no, you've misunderstood."

The guard quickly waved his hand, a smile plastered on his face, "Please wait a moment."

After saying that, he turned and ran to the small house next door. A moment later, he returned carrying a cloth bag, which he presented to Xiao Yaoqing with both hands.

"Sir, the princess instructed that if the masters are going out, they must take this with them."

"Oh?"

Xiao Yaoqing raised an eyebrow, took the bag, and casually pulled it open—good heavens, the sheer amount of silver almost blinded him; he was too lazy to count it. Inside was also a vermilion token, with the character "Shao" engraved in the center.

word.

Shao, the surname of Princess Shaomin.

This thing is probably an identification document, right?

I must say, Zhao Min is quite thoughtful.

Xiao Yaoqing casually tossed the bag behind him to Xiaoyu, who was following behind, and gestured with his chin towards the guard:

"Thanks, bro."

"No, no, it's what I should do!"

The guard quickly clasped his hands in a fist salute, his face practically beaming with joy.

Xiao Yaoqing didn't say anything more and left the Ruyang Prince's Mansion with Xiaoyu.

Stepping onto the bluestone pavement of Yuan Dadu, this was the first time he had ever seriously stood on the ground of this city.

Looking at the people coming and going on the street, Xiao Yaoqing couldn't help but blurt out:

"Beijing without smog is so comfortable."

"Fog...smog?"

Xiaoyu had never heard this word before and was stunned for a moment.

However, Master Xiao's words naturally had their reasons, and how could a little girl like her dare to say anything more?

But when Xiao Yaoqing glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the girl was staring at him with a mixture of curiosity and curiosity in her eyes.

Xiao Yaoqing couldn't help but laugh:

"Are you always staring at me?"

"what?"

Xiaoyu was startled, her face flushed red, and she lowered her head, stammering:

"No...no, I just..."

To be honest, she wouldn't have dared to say a word before. But after spending these past few days with Xiao Yaoqing, she found him to be incredibly easy to talk to, and her courage had grown considerably.

"But... this servant feels that you, Mr. Xiao, are... somewhat different from others."

"Yeah?"

Xiao Yaoqing raised an eyebrow. "What's different?"

"For example, just now, that guard was simply doing his job; most people wouldn't have thanked him. And...and..."

Xiaoyu's face turned even redder, and her voice grew softer and softer:

"The master is also very good to me..."

Seeing her embarrassed and ashamed expression, Xiao Yaoqing found it amusing, but still said:

"It's okay, you'll get used to it."

I don't know if I was saying this to myself or to her.

After saying that, he changed the subject:

"Now that you're out of the Prince's residence, stop referring to yourself as a servant and stop calling me Master Xiao. Just call me by my name."

"what?"

Xiaoyu was startled and stammered:

"How can that be? That would be disrespectful to you!"

"Um?"

Xiao Yaoqing deliberately put on a stern face and stared at her.

Xiaoyu panicked and quickly changed her words:

"I'm...I'm sorry..."

They apologized again.

"Alright," Xiao Yaoqing looked at her and asked, "

How old are you this year?

"Xiaoyu is fifteen this year..."

fifteen?

To be honest, Xiaoyu is indeed a few years younger than Zhao Min.

However, these days, it's common for people to get married and have children at thirteen or fourteen, so fifteen isn't considered too young.

Xiao Yaoqing continued:

"I'm a few years older than you. When we're out together, if you'd like, you can call me 'brother.' Didn't you say you don't have a surname? Then from now on, when we're out in public, you can be called Xiao Yu, okay?"