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

According to Zhiruo, if that person could do this with just a casual throw, then his internal energy must have been cultivated for at least thirty years, or even more.

If Xiao Yaoqing heard this, he would probably burst out laughing.

He might even think that Abbess Miejue's taste was just so-so.

After all, didn't they misjudge it?

But what Xiao Yaoqing didn't know was—

The true value of the twenty-five years of refined internal energy the system gave him lies not in the numbers, but in its "refinement."

These two words.

The internal energy given by the system was as pure as water, without a trace of impurity.

This is a level that not just any martial arts practitioner can reach.

Even a master of Abbess Miejue's caliber has to put in a lot of effort to refine her internal energy in order to improve her skills to the next level.

Otherwise, with only twenty-five years of internal energy, how could one strike out the eighth move of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms with a single palm strike?

It's been drained dry long ago.

However, Abbess Miejue was speaking to her disciples.

"What...?!"

The faces of those around him were filled with shock.

The most excited of them all was Zhou Zhiruo.

More than thirty years, or even longer—what does that mean?

She remembered it clearly: Xiao Yaoqing didn't look much older than her at all!

Seeing the drastic change in their expressions, and even the fear in some of their eyes, Abbess Miejue coldly spoke:

"What are you afraid of?"

Da Jingxuan hesitated for a moment before asking:

"Master, if even a random member of the Ming Cult's Fiery Banner is this powerful, then the overall strength of the Ming Cult..."

"snort!"

Abbess Miejue snorted coldly, her tone filled with disdain:

"We already knew that the Ming Cult has many experts, didn't we?"

"Don't forget, this time it's our six major sects, along with various forces large and small in the martial arts world, besieging Bright Peak together. Even if they have more experts, can they outnumber the six sects combined?"

After hearing this, they looked at each other and nodded in agreement.

But Abbess Miejue glanced at Zhou Zhiruo and noticed that her expression was very unnatural, so she asked directly:

"Zhiruo, is there something you're hiding from me?"

Zhou Zhiruo was taken aback when she was called out.

His face still showed a troubled expression.

Abbess Miejue frowned:

"Is there something you can't even tell me?"

Zhou Zhiruo quickly knelt down on one knee:

"I wouldn't dare."

"There's just... there's just one thing I can't figure out."

"Master, there's something I don't understand."

Zhou Zhiruo spoke haltingly, and Abbess Miejue frowned and hissed:

"speak."

Zhou Zhiruo quickly said, "Master just said that the man's skill level is at least thirty years old, but... but judging from his appearance, he's at most in his early twenties."

"What?!"

As soon as Zhou Zhiruo uttered those words, all the disciples around her gasped in shock.

Tsk.

The women under Abbess Miejue's command seem to have turned into parrots today, only able to keep repeating "What?"

.

But there was nothing they could do; they were simply too shocked.

Abbess Miejue's face also turned serious as she pressed, "Really?"

Zhou Zhiruo nodded vigorously: "I wouldn't dare lie to my master."

A hint of surprise flashed in Abbess Miejue's eyes, and she muttered to herself:

How can someone who's only twenty years old have this kind of skill just by casually throwing things around?

Just how terrifying is the internal energy within him? This... doesn't make any sense at all!

Suddenly, Abbess Miejue's pupils contracted, and she blurted out:

"Could it be...?"

Those close disciples around her knew what she was thinking from her tone.

Jingxuan hurriedly asked, "Master, who exactly is this person who possesses such profound internal strength at such a young age?"

Abbess Miejue narrowed her eyes and slowly shook her head.

"I'm not sure either, but..."

Her gaze turned serious, and she slowly said:

"My Emei Sect's founder, Guo Xiang, left behind some words, and I remember mentioning a martial art in them—"

"It is extremely powerful, but it has a strange flaw: it rejuvenates every thirty years. After rejuvenating, it loses all its power and must start cultivating from scratch."

"The strange thing is, just one day of practice is equivalent to a year of practice for others!"

"What?! Is there anything so terrifying in the world?!"

The disciples around him were all so shocked that they gripped their swords tightly.

That's right.

The idea of ​​reversing aging is scary enough, but what's even scarier is that even if you have to start all over again, one day of that treatment is equivalent to a year for someone else.

Just how terrifying are these kinds of people?

With a deep and heavy look in her eyes, Abbess Miejue said in a deep voice:

Abbess Miejue frowned, her tone resolute: "That kind of thing was lost back in the time of the heroine Guo Xiang. Unless... the person who possessed it has remained in seclusion ever since due to some unforeseen event."

She paused, her gaze deepening: "Now, it seems we're about to see the light of day again."

What she said makes perfect sense.

If Xiao Yaoqing heard these words, he would immediately realize that the "Eternal Youth and Longevity Skill" was actually the "Eight Desolations and Six Directions Supreme Skill." That was something that the Heavenly Mountain Child Granny practiced hundreds of years ago.

The sinister aspect of this place is not only the rejuvenation and the loss of martial arts skills, but also the requirement to drink blood at noon every day to prolong life.

If Xiao Yaoqing had seen this scheme with his own eyes, he wouldn't have done such a thing.

If he were here, he might just jump out and retort to Abbess Miejue, "Master, you're overthinking it."

Unfortunately, in Abbess Miejue's mind, this was already the only explanation.

No wonder.

Looking at the world today, even Zhang Sanfeng of Wudang, who is renowned throughout the martial arts world, is an old man with white hair. How could a young boy possess such ridiculously profound internal strength? What else could he be but the reincarnation of a thousand-year-old monster?

Of course, this can only be blamed on Abbess Miejue's lack of experience. She had never met Zhang Wuji—the guy even Xiao Yaoqing suspected was cheating.

The disciples around him were all in turmoil, but dared not show it on their faces.

Only Zhou Zhiruo couldn't help but picture Xiao Yaoqing's angular face.

She didn't know why, but the thought of him made her cheeks flush. Her fingertips unconsciously traced the back of her hand that he had held earlier, a hint of hesitation creeping into her heart: "...Is that really true?"

It was hard to say whether it was a woman's intuition or something else. Xiao Yaoqing didn't seem like someone who practiced such evil arts at all.

The Abbess Miejue's voice rang out again: "No matter who he is. Even if he really is an old monster who cultivates, he's only just passed the thirty-year mark, and his vitality hasn't recovered yet. He's nothing to fear!"

She was, after all, the pillar of the Emei Sect. As soon as she spoke, everyone clasped their hands and bowed their heads, saying, "Yes."

Miejue turned to Ding Minjun: "Minjun, take Zhiruo ahead and go to the town of the Ming Cult's Fiery Banner to investigate. If you encounter those people Zhiruo mentioned, be careful."

Ding Minjun immediately clasped her hands in a fist and said, "Yes, sir!"

She turned her head to the side and raised her chin at Zhou Zhiruo: "Zhiruo, let's go."

Zhou Zhiruo nodded and was about to follow.

Abbess Miejue added, "Remember, don't be impulsive. We'll discuss everything once I arrive."

"Understood."

Ding Minjun and Zhou Zhiruo responded in unison, then their figures flashed and disappeared into the night.

At the entrance of Green Willow Villa.

Xiao Yaoqing finally managed to carry Zhao Min back.

The guards at the gate all recognized him, and upon seeing him appear, they immediately greeted him respectfully:

"Master Xiao, you're back!"

One of them leaned forward, glanced at the person on his shoulder, and tentatively asked:

"Master Xiao, who are you carrying? Remnants of the Ming Cult?"

Xiao Yaoqing didn't rush to answer, but slowly turned around, revealing Zhao Min's face.

"Look who this is."

The guard stared blankly forward, then froze, as if nailed to the ground, his voice trembling:

"The...the princess?!"

"The...the princess?!"

This shout brought Zhao Min, who was leaning on Xiao Yaoqing's shoulder, back to her senses.

She then realized that she had been carried to the entrance of Green Willow Manor.

His face immediately darkened:

"Put me down right now!"

"Oh?"

Xiao Yaoqing raised an eyebrow:

"You can stand up by yourself now?"

After saying that, he casually tossed Zhao Min to the ground.

But this time she wasn't thrown.

Zhao Min landed on her two long legs first, swayed a couple of times, but still managed to stand firm.

Her face turned bright red, and she gritted her teeth as she swung her fist at Xiao Yaoqing:

"Xiao Yaoqing, how dare you..."

She was going to say, "How dare you spank me!"

.

But when they turned their heads, they found that several guards were staring at them.

Zhao Min swallowed the rest of her sentence.

Can you talk about something like this in front of outsiders?

Seeing her like this, Xiao Yaoqing seemed completely unconcerned, shrugging his shoulders:

"If the princess has no further instructions, I will take my leave."

Zhao Min was so angry she wanted to grind her teeth.

You still have the nerve to call yourself a "subordinate"?

?

Which subordinate would simply throw the princess to the ground?

Besides, how dare you, a subordinate, hit the princess? Thinking of this, Zhao Min's face burned again.

But she glared at Xiao Yaoqing, who didn't wait for her reply at all.

With a swift movement of his feet, using the lightness skill copied from her, he vanished without a trace.

"you!"

Zhao Min could only stare blankly at the empty night.

Finally, he stomped his foot heavily and angrily flicked his sleeve.

Zhao Min raised her head, her gaze coldly sweeping over the guards around her, her tone icy:

"Anyone who dares to utter a word about what happened today, I'll cut out their tongue!"

The guards shrank back in fright, quickly lowered their heads, and replied tremblingly:

"Princess, rest assured, we saw nothing and know nothing!"

These people were genuinely afraid.

Their princess was a woman of her word; cutting out someone's tongue was no joke.

Zhao Min glanced at them and said:

"I doubt you'd have the guts."

After saying that, she turned and left.

His steps were a little unsteady, clearly the effects of the alcohol hadn't worn off yet.

Once she was out of sight, the guards looked up with a sigh of relief, exchanged glances, and their eyes were filled with undisguised shock.

As if by prior arrangement, the group gathered together.

One of them lowered his voice and spoke in an exaggerated tone:

"I have a feeling that Master Xiao and the princess... there's something going on between them?"

Before he finished speaking, he gave a thumbs-up with both hands and bent them together.

The people around them all nodded knowingly.

That's what they were thinking too.

But another guard muttered to himself:

"But hasn't the heir of the Seventh Prince's family always wanted to marry the Princess? I heard they're almost engaged..."