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

The next second—

"Thump!"

Yu Chifeng knelt down straight down.

Xiao Yaoqing: "?!"

"What are you up to?"

Yu Chifeng strained his voice, which trembled as he spoke:

"Yuchi Feng, the nineteenth leader of the Iron Palm Clan, earnestly requests Master Xiao Yaoqing to succeed him as the leader of our clan!"

"What the heck??"

Xiao Yaoqing was completely stunned when she heard his words.

He thought the old man was going to fight him to the death and wouldn't stop until one of them died tonight.

Yu Chifeng's kneeling completely stunned him.

He knelt upright in front of Xiao Yaoqing and asked Xiao Yaoqing to become the leader of the Iron Palm Gang.

Xiao Yaoqing's expression immediately became very subtle. After a long pause, he managed to squeeze out, "This... isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

"If Master Xiao doesn't agree, I'll kneel here and die today."

That's right, Yu Chi Feng blurted out this old-fashioned line.

But you know what, he really wasn't faking it.

Xiao Yaoqing pursed his lips and advised, "We are all people of the Ruyang Prince's Mansion now, so what's the point of talking about the Iron Palm Gang? You should stand up and speak first."

"No!"

Yu Chifeng shook his head vigorously, "The Iron Palm Clan's rules are clear—whoever masters the Iron Palm technique is qualified to become the clan leader."

He looked up, his eyes shining: "Master Xiao, you are the most suitable candidate!"

"I will not get up unless you agree."

It's the same old routine again.

Is it really meaningful to keep repeating the same few sentences over and over again?

Besides, you don't even know where I come from, yet you dare to give up the position of gang leader?

Have you been wasting your time in this world?

Xiao Yaoqing was truly at his wit's end.

His Iron Palm technique was copied from Yu Chi Feng himself; it wasn't something he practiced on his own.

The problem is that this skill has indeed been mastered to the highest level.

He had absolutely no interest in the position of leader of the Iron Palm Gang.

But we can't keep making people kneel here forever, can we?

Xiao Yaoqing looked at Yuchi Feng kneeling on the ground and sighed, "Fine, I agree."

"but--"

He changed the subject abruptly: "Don't expect me to go back to the Iron Palm Gang with you. Managing a gang is too much of a hassle, I don't have the time for that."

Upon hearing this, Yu Chifeng's eyes lit up.

He shouted at the top of his lungs, "Iron Palm Ruthless Yuchi Feng greets the Chief!"

"Finally... our Iron Palm Clan finally has a leader who has reached the Great Perfection realm!"

His gaze was burning hot as he stared at Xiao Yaoqing.

Xiao Yaoqing waved his hand: "Alright, alright, is there nothing else? You can leave now."

Yu Chifeng clasped his hands in a deep fist salute, his voice booming, "Your subordinate obeys!"

After saying that, he stood up and backed out of Xiao Yaoqing's courtyard step by step.

Seeing that the person had finally left, Xiao Yaoqing breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned and closed the door, then went back to bed.

But he didn't notice that in the distance, on the treetops, a pair of eyes hidden behind a mask were staring at them.

As soon as Yuchi Feng made a sound at night, Ku Toutuo noticed it.

He quietly followed, just in time to see Xiao Yaoqing take the seat of leader of the Iron Palm Clan. But at that moment, the Bitter Monk's eyes were filled with shock; he momentarily forgot he had pretended to be mute, and muttered, "That hand Xiao Yaoqing had hidden behind his back just now... why does it look so familiar?"

Of course he looked familiar.

That acupressure technique was completely taken from him—the ascetic Fan Yao!

However, since Xiao Yaoqing hadn't actually used it, the Bitter Monk couldn't confirm it. He stared at Xiao Yaoqing's room for a few more moments, then with a light touch of his toes, he disappeared into the night.

Early the next morning.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, for completing today's check-in and receiving the reward: Frost Qi!]

"Um?"

Xiao Yaoqing was awakened by the system notification sound. He sat up in bed, stunned for a moment: "The system didn't give half this time?"

Just as he was thinking that the system might have suddenly had a change of heart, his face immediately darkened: "Good heavens, all you give me is a cultivation method? Where's the Frost Palm technique?"

The most ruthless way to cultivate the Frost True Qi is to unleash it from the palm, transforming it into the Frost Divine Palm, which can freeze a person into ice shards with a single strike.

The system only gave him instructions on how to cultivate true qi, without giving him even a hint of the Frost Palm technique.

Xiao Yaoqing: →_→

Well, the dog system is indeed a half-finished product.

But then I thought, wasn't this Frost Qi created by Zuo Lengchan, the future leader of the Songshan Sect?

Why say "later"? Because by the time Zuo Lengchan became the head of the Songshan Sect, Zhu Yuanzhang had already established the Ming Dynasty!

"So now... I'm the founder of this Frost Qi, aren't I?"

The more Xiao Yaoqing thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

But the problem is: "What's the point of having icy internal energy if I don't have any palm techniques?"

Just as I was about to give up on the idea, a figure suddenly popped into my mind.

"Xiao Yu, a being of pure Yin constitution!"

Xiao Yaoqing's eyes flickered.

If I were to truly cultivate a pure Yang body, and then complement and assist Xiao Yu, she would just be an ordinary girl with no true Qi in her body, so she wouldn't be of any use at all.

But what if she could also cultivate?

That would be different!

Thinking of this, Xiao Yaoqing got out of bed. When Xiao Yu brought in the water for washing her face, he immediately closed the door and pulled Xiao Yu to sit on the edge of the bed.

Of course—it's not the time to do that yet.

A servant's voice called from outside the door: "Master Xiao! The Princess requests your immediate presence at the Prince's residence!"

Xiao Yaoqing responded and turned to look at Xiao Yu beside him. Xiao Yu was still standing there, her face filled with shock.

"Remember what I told you."

After saying this, Xiao Yaoqing turned and left.

Xiao Yu stared at his retreating figure, her eyes swirling with indescribable emotions.

Xiao Yaoqing walked to the main gate of the Ruyang Prince's Mansion with his sword in hand, and only then did he realize how grand Zhao Min's entourage was as she went south to quell the rebellion.

The way they've been making this show of things is as if they want the whole world to know.

Xiao Yaoqing's lips curled slightly as he thought to himself: The people at the Ming Cult's Fengyang branch should have made all the necessary arrangements by now.

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Yu Chifeng stood on the other side of the sedan chair, clasped his hands in a respectful bow to Xiao Yaoqing.

This is the leader of his Iron Palm Gang.

However, he didn't call out "gang leader".

Two words: It's inconvenient because everyone around is from the Prince of Ruyang's residence.

Xiao Yao glanced at the ascetic on the other side and really wanted to go up and shake hands with him again.

He was truly envious of Fan Yao's swordsmanship.

But the current situation is not easy to handle.

Xiao Yaoqing, holding his sword, walked to the other side of Zhao Min's sedan chair and stood there.

The servant in front of the sedan chair bowed and announced, "Your Highness, Master Xiao has arrived."

Zhao Min's clear voice came from behind the curtain: "Then let's go."

The large group of people set off from the west gate of Dadu and headed southwest.

These people walked on foot, while Zhao Min herself sat in a sedan chair, but her speed was not slow at all.

The Yuan soldiers she selected were all elite troops.

We walked from dawn till dusk without stopping, and finally arrived at a small county town in the Gansu-Liangzhou area.

As soon as they entered the county town, the two elders of Xuanming frowned.

The two exchanged a glance, and Lu Zhangke quickly walked to Zhao Min's sedan chair and said in a low voice, "Princess, something seems off about this small town."

Zhao Min slowly lifted the curtain.

Xiao Yaoqing then noticed that she had changed into men's clothing.

Even with only half his face visible, he still exuded a heroic air.

A smile played on her lips: "Oh? Does someone dare to assassinate this princess?"

Lu Zhangke nodded with a solemn expression: "Princess, we have entered the territory of the Central Plains martial arts world, and we must be on guard."

Zhao Min slowly lowered the carriage curtain, and her voice drifted out from inside.

"Pass the order down: the entire team is on high alert! Anyone who dares to lay a hand on someone will be killed without mercy!"

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Upon receiving the order, Lu Zhangke turned around and went to relay the message.

Xiao Yaoqing stood to the side, shaking his head helplessly.

Judging by the distance, we're getting close to Green Willow Manor.

According to the original story, the Ming Cult's Fengyang branch has already laid a trap in the town, waiting to assassinate Zhao Min.

To be honest, Zhu Yuanzhang, as the leader of the altar, was indeed very eager to resist the Yuan dynasty.

They dared to attack Zhao Min without even figuring out who was around her.

If it weren't for the fact that the Bitter Monk was actually Fan Yao's spy, Zhu Yuanzhang and Chang Yuchun would probably have lost their lives long ago.

Xiao Yaoqing had mentally reviewed the plot, but had no intention of getting involved.

He has now made up his mind to stay quietly in the Prince of Ruyang's mansion.

Wouldn't it be better to just let the story unfold naturally?

What he didn't know was that Zhu Yuanzhang and Chang Yuchun had already set their sights on him.

Just as the group entered the county town market, a sharp whistle suddenly rang out.

Shouts of battle erupted from all directions in an instant!

Zhu Yuanzhang and Chang Yuchun leaped down from the rooftop, their long swords aimed straight at Zhao Min's sedan chair.

Before the Yuan soldiers could react, they were completely surrounded by the Ming Cult's outlaws.

The two groups immediately became one.

Zhu Yuanzhang and Chang Yuchun's target was very clear—Zhao Min.

But just as the sword tip pierced the sedan curtain, the two elders of Xuanming were already waiting.

All I heard was a series of "puff puff" sounds.

Two muffled thuds were heard, and the two were sent flying.

Just as the two elders of Xuanming were about to chase after them and finish them off, the Bitter Monk rushed forward first and blocked Zhu Yuanzhang and Chang Yuchun's path.

Seeing this, the two elders of Xuanming stopped pursuing and turned to fight in other battles.

Yuchi Feng, with his ruthless iron palm, charged directly into the Ming Cult crowd and began to kill.

Only two people remained still throughout the entire event.

One is Zhao Min in the sedan chair, and the other is Xiao Yaoqing.

Xiao Yaoqing knew very well that even if he didn't intervene, this farce would soon be over.

So even when a Ming Cult member rushed to the sedan chair with a knife in hand, he didn't move.

The man plunged his knife into the sedan curtain, causing the sedan to jolt violently.

Zhao Min leaped out from inside and kicked the cult member to the ground.

After all, Zhao Min herself is a master, and these small fry are no match for her in a one-on-one fight.

Zhao Min leaped off the carriage, but paused for a moment upon landing.

She saw that the men she had brought—Ku Toutuo and Yuchi Feng—had all been caught up in the chaotic battle.

Xiao Yaoqing, however, stood there motionless, like a passerby.

Zhao Min yelled at him directly, "Xiao Yaoqing, what are you standing there for?"

Even "Master Xiao"

All three words were omitted.

Xiao Yaoqing glanced at her and slowly shook his head: "There's no need."

Is it unnecessary?

Zhao Min's expression changed instantly.

She opened her mouth to curse, but a loud "whoosh" came from her ear.

With a loud thud, a long sword came slashing straight down!

Zhao Min had no choice but to dodge.

But she was surrounded by Ming Cult members, their numbers increasing, all of whom were targeting her.

In just a few breaths, Zhao Min was surrounded.