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

Seeing Xiao Yaoqing return, Zhao Min felt a warmth in her heart, but she still glared at him and said with a barbed tone, "Weren't you leaving? Don't come back!"

Xiao Yaoqing spread his hands: "Farewell!"

After saying that, he turned to leave again.

Zhao Min was now completely panicked.

She grabbed Xiao Yaoqing's hand: "No! I was wrong!"

Zhao Min apologized!

That's right!

Zhao Min actually apologized!

If the people of the Prince of Ruyang's mansion saw this, even the Xuanming Elders or the Bitter Monk, they would be absolutely stunned.

The dignified princess of Ruyang Prince's Mansion, the high and mighty Zhao Min, actually bowed her head and admitted her mistake to her subordinate.

Isn't this a complete subversion of our values?

But this scene unfolded right before Xiao Yaoqing's eyes.

At this moment, Zhao Min even looked somewhat pitiful. She looked up at Xiao Yaoqing and said softly, "I really can't walk anymore. Can you carry me?"

As she spoke, she stretched out both arms to Xiao Yaoqing.

The posture didn't look like he was going to carry her on his back; it looked more like he was going to hug her.

Will Xiao Yaoqing carry her on his back?

of course not.

But he couldn't leave the princess here alone.

If this girl were to make things difficult for him in the Prince's mansion, how could he possibly live in peace?

Therefore, Xiao Yaoqing bent down.

Zhao Min saw his actions and a hint of joy flashed in her eyes.

But the next second, she felt an arm wrap around her slender waist.

Zhao Min was taken aback.

Before she could react, Xiao Yaoqing simply hoisted her onto his shoulder.

That's right, it's about enduring.

He had no intention of carrying her on his back anymore.

Xiao Yaoqing grabbed Zhao Min's waist and tossed her onto his shoulder.

They lifted her up like they were carrying a sack of potatoes.

Zhao Min's strength was nothing compared to Xiao Yaoqing's twenty-five years of refined internal energy.

But Zhao Min was not happy!

She flailed her arms and legs, shouting at the top of her lungs:

"Xiao Yaoqing! I meant on your back, not on your shoulder!"

"I'm a princess, are you treating me like a punching bag?"

Xiao Yaoqing raised his hand and slapped her on the butt.

That's right, with Zhao Min on his shoulders right now, this is the most convenient spot for him.

Then, he casually tossed out a sentence:

"If you keep making trouble, I'll throw you down there, you believe me?"

Zhao Min immediately quieted down, remaining motionless and behaving as obediently as a cat.

However, she was stunned not because of the threat.

He didn't hear a word Xiao Yaoqing said after that.

She was stunned when Xiao Yaoqing slapped her.

The redness on his face was hard to tell whether it was from blood stasis from being upside down, the effects of the alcohol, or something else entirely.

In any case, Zhao Min was completely dumbfounded, with only one sentence left in her mind:

"He...he actually dared to hit me?"

"My dad has never laid a finger on me!"

"And what he hit was..."

"That bastard Xiao Yaoqing, he...he..."

What's wrong with him?

Zhao Min couldn't finish the sentence.

My mind was completely filled with that one moment, and my heart was pounding wildly.

Meanwhile, Xiao Yaoqing carried Zhao Min back towards Green Willow Manor.

Meanwhile, Zhou Zhiruo finally found her own Emei Sect's main force!

Abbess Miejue was so angry that her face turned ashen: The Ming Cult has gone too far!

Zhou Zhiruo was the youngest disciple of Abbess Miejue, so she led the vanguard this time, setting off ahead of everyone else.

As a result, when they arrived at a small town in the Gansu-Liang region, they were ambushed by Zhao Min's men.

The entire army was wiped out, and she was the only survivor!

She picked up the longsword, which was still attached to a paving stone, and ran back as fast as she could along the way she had come.

Just to inform Master Miejue!

Finally, she saw the light of the campfire.

There are also unique markings of the Emei School.

Zhou Zhiruo's eyes lit up, and she used her light footwork to float over there.

Before they even got close, the sword flashed.

Three white figures blocked her way, coldly shouting:

"Who goes there!"

Zhou Zhiruo quickly spoke up: "Emei, Zhou Zhiruo!"

The three were taken aback, then quickly called out, "Senior Sister Zhou?"

Beside the campfire, an old woman in a gray Taoist robe sat cross-legged with her eyes closed.

A long sword lay across her knees, its scabbard unable to conceal the cold glint of its blade.

Those in the know can recognize it at a glance; it is the most famous sword in the martial arts world, the Heaven-Slaying Sword.

And sitting there was none other than the head of the Emei Sect—Abbess Miejue.

She was surrounded by a group of girls dressed in plain-colored gauze dresses, each of them looking like they had stepped out of a painting, with elegant and refined appearances.

These are all direct teachings from Abbess Miejue.

At this moment, Miejue frowned slightly, without opening her eyes, and said calmly, "Zhiruo is back?"

Several women nearby opened their eyes one after another, looked at each other, and all had a look of doubt on their faces.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps sounded in the distance, accompanied by panting shouts: "Master! Master! Something's happened up ahead!"

Zhou Zhiruo ran over and knelt down next to the campfire.

The surrounding female disciples all stood up, their expressions changing instantly.

A woman in a pale yellow gauze dress with a white belt quickly approached and asked anxiously, "Zhiruo, what's wrong?"

This person is called Jingxuan. He is Abbess Miejue's senior, and also the person with the highest status in the entire Emei Sect besides the sect leader.

Zhou Zhiruo couldn't say much to her senior sisters. She looked up at Miejue, her eyes reddening, and said bitterly, "Master... is incompetent. All the junior sisters I brought with me died at the hands of the Ming Cult. Only I came back alive."

The moment those words were spoken, the surrounding area erupted in chaos.

Several of his trusted disciples' expressions changed drastically; some covered their mouths, while others gasped in shock.

Abbess Miejue's brows furrowed, a hint of shock flashing in her eyes, but she quickly suppressed it and said, "Zhiruo, calm down and explain yourself clearly."

Zhou Zhiruo bit her lip and nodded vigorously: "Yes."

The men with swords in front also gathered around. One of them sheathed his sword and asked suspiciously, "Senior Sister Zhou, didn't you take some other senior sisters to scout ahead? Why did you suddenly turn back? Where are they?"

A hint of reluctance flickered in Zhou Zhiruo's eyes, and her voice trembled slightly: "They...are all dead."

"What?!"

The faces of the several Emei disciples changed drastically, their voices filled with disbelief.

But Zhou Zhiruo immediately suppressed her emotions and said in a deep voice, "Now is not the time to explain, take me to see my master!"

One of them immediately stepped forward: "Senior Sister Zhou, come with me!"

Upon hearing this, Abbess Miejue's face turned ashen. She slammed her longsword heavily on the table, her voice filled with suppressed anger: "The Ming Cult has truly gone too far!"

"They've been targeting my Emei sect for years, and now they dare to show their faces and cause trouble!"

Her hatred for the Ming Cult was not something that developed overnight. More than a decade ago, her beloved disciple Ji Xiaofu was kidnapped by Yang Xiao, the Left Guardian of the Ming Cult, and even gave birth to an illegitimate child. She ordered Ji Xiaofu to kill Yang Xiao, but the girl refused no matter what, so she had no choice but to eliminate the cult herself.

From then on, Yang Xiao instigated the Ming Cult to relentlessly target the Emei Sect, resulting in countless deaths and injuries among its members.

Abbess Miejue had long ago made up her mind to completely eradicate the Ming Cult.

Today's events only fueled the fire in her heart.

Of course, this was also a trap set by Zhao Min.

After all, Abbess Miejue was a woman of composure; after uttering her curse, she gradually calmed down. She turned to Zhou Zhiruo and asked, "Zhiruo, are you alright?"

Zhou Zhiruo shook her head.

At this moment, Ding Minjun, dressed in emerald green, glanced at Zhou Zhiruo's sword and asked with a puzzled look, "Zhiruo, why is there a piece of wood stuck in your sword?"

That's right.

Zhou Zhiruo was quite stubborn; she didn't manage to shatter the wooden plank and simply dragged it back.

She had her reasons for doing so. She was also curious about just how capable the young man who had touched her hand was.

She drew her longsword and said, "Master, during the Ming Cult's Fiery Banner era, there was someone in front of me who I had no chance to fight back against."

"He just casually threw this sword onto the floor of the restaurant. I used all my internal strength, but I still couldn't pull it out."

"What? This..."

Abbess Miejue frowned.

The other disciples exchanged glances, their faces filled with shock.

Ding Minjun, however, pouted unconvinced: "Is it that exaggerated? I'll try!"

After saying that, she actually stepped forward.

Actually, there are many ways to remove this plank from the sword.

Zhou Zhiruo handed the sword to Ding Minjun, who took it, gripping the hilt with one hand and pressing the scabbard with the other.

She took a deep breath and shouted, "Hey!"

Pull hard.

The sword remained completely still.

Ding Minjun was stunned for a moment, a look of confusion flashing in her eyes. She then added more strength, and even her internal energy began to circulate on the surface of her body.

But the wooden plank remained firmly in place, refusing to give her any face whatsoever.

The people around were all stunned.

Ding Minjun looked up at Zhou Zhiruo in disbelief: "Zhiruo, are you sure he just threw it anywhere?"

Zhou Zhiruo nodded: "Yes."

"this……"

Ding Minjun's lips moved, but she didn't say anything more.

The disciples around him all wore expressions of shock.

They could see clearly that Ding Minjun had used all her strength.

Although Ding Minjun was not the strongest among them, she was still at the level of being seriously injured, which was much stronger than Zhou Zhiruo at present.

At this moment, Senior Sister Jingxuan stepped forward: "Let me give it a try."

Just as she was about to take the sword from Zhou Zhiruo's hand, Abbess Miejue, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, suddenly stood up and said in a calm tone, "No need."

Jingxuan was taken aback and immediately stepped aside.

Abbess Miejue reached out and grabbed the sword, which landed steadily in her hand.

His movements were exactly the same as Ding Minjun's, gripping the sword hilt with one hand and exerting force with his fingers.

As soon as she began to exert her strength, Abbess Miejue's brows twitched slightly.

Immediately afterwards, a faint white halo appeared in her palm.

"bass--"

The wooden plank was removed cleanly and neatly.

Everyone around was stunned.

Ding Minjun was the first to react, cupping her hands in a respectful bow and shouting loudly, "Master's strength is unparalleled throughout history!"

As soon as she shouted that, the others were not to be outdone and quickly followed suit in flattering her.

Abbess Miejue frowned, casually tossed the wooden board to the ground, and returned the sword to Zhou Zhiruo: "Alright, it's just drawing a sword, what's so extraordinary about it?"

She said that, but she knew everything in her heart; she just couldn't be bothered to say it out loud.

She then looked at Jingxuan and said calmly, "Even you might not have been able to pull it out just now."

Jingxuan's expression hardened, but she remained silent.

The people around them exchanged glances, their shock deepening.

Abbess Miejue's gaze darkened slightly, her tone carrying a hint of gravity: