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

Xiao Yaoqing didn't bother to ponder her little schemes. He plopped down and yelled at the waiter, "Bring me all your best dishes, and two jugs of fine wine! The wine first!"

The waiter responded and turned to get back to work.

Zhao Min also sat down.

Xiao Yaoqing was sitting opposite her just now.

But when it was her turn, she sat down next to Xiao Yaoqing without saying a word.

With a casual reach, one could touch Xiao Yaoqing's hand resting on the table.

After settling in, Zhao Min turned her head to look at the man beside her and inexplicably felt her heart beating faster.

When the waiter brought the wine, Zhao Min, perhaps trying to calm her racing heart with alcohol, tilted her head back and gulped down two large glasses.

Xiao Yaoqing was overjoyed to see this.

"Drink up, drink up! The better, drink until you're completely passed out, then I'll carry you home to save you trouble!"

The dishes were all served, and Zhao Min was about to open her mouth to say something.

Xiao Yaoqing picked up his wine glass and raised it to her, saying, "Princess, this glass is for you."

After saying that, he tilted his head back and drank it all.

Zhao Min was stunned for a moment, but could only drink a cup with him.

As they ate, Zhao Min sensed that something was off about Xiao Yaoqing.

They barely touched the food, but kept drinking one glass of wine after another.

"Could it be... that Xiao Yaoqing wants to carry me again?"

Fortunately, Xiao Yaoqing didn't know what she was thinking.

If I had known, I would have grabbed her ear and yelled, "You're overthinking it, girl!"

But Zhao Min secretly felt a little pleased: "I also want him to carry me."

Then this girl actually started drinking one glass of alcohol after another.

Xiao Yaoqing watched with a broad smile.

"Get drunk quickly, my princess! Time waits for no one!"

"Thump—"

It was completely dark outside.

Zhao Min finally couldn't hold on any longer, her head tilted to the side, and she lay motionless on the table.

Zhao Min's alcohol tolerance is indeed impressive; she downed two jugs by herself.

In this day and age, she's definitely one of the women who can drink the most.

Xiao Yaoqing glanced at her, reached out and nudged her shoulder, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Boss, check, keep the change."

He slammed a silver coin on the table, and without saying a word, he picked up Zhao Min, turned around, and ran away.

In the blink of an eye, the person had disappeared around the street corner.

The shopkeeper, who was collecting the money, looked at the retreating figure, shook his head, and sighed, "Alas... I'm afraid a young lady is going to have some bad luck tonight."

Xiao Yaoqing was carrying Zhao Min on his back, his face full of excitement.

If he had known that the restaurant owner had muttered something behind his back, he might have stumbled and fallen flat on his face.

He doesn't have such dirty thoughts.

He was in a hurry to get back to the inn to find Zhang Wuji.

Back at Green Willow Manor, Xiao Yaoqing put Zhao Min down at the door and said to the guards, "She's yours now. Take her back to her room."

"ah?!"

Those guards had witnessed Xiao Yaoqing's methods last night, so they weren't too surprised to see him carrying the princess back.

Upon hearing this, the men's expressions immediately changed, and they hurriedly waved their hands and backed away, saying, "Master Xiao, the princess... how dare we touch her!"

"If the princess finds out, we're afraid we won't be able to save our lives!"

Xiao Yaoqing frowned and said, "She's too drunk to know anything right now, how could she possibly know?"

"No, no!"

"Absolutely not!"

"Master Xiao, please have mercy on us!"

Several guards looked panicked and almost knelt down to beg him.

It's just carrying the princess back to her room, is it really that big of a deal?

Can Zhao Min eat people?

Why are these people so feudal?

Seeing their terrified expressions, Xiao Yaoqing didn't bother to argue any further and simply asked, "Alright, alright, just tell me where her room is, and I'll take her myself."

Upon hearing this, the guards finally breathed a sigh of relief and began to offer him directions in a flurry of voices.

Without saying a word, Xiao Yaoqing hoisted Zhao Min onto his shoulder, used his light footwork, and floated away in the direction they pointed.

Pushing open Zhao Min's door, a gasp came from inside.

The maid who was making the bed looked up and saw her mistress being carried on Xiao Yaoqing's shoulder. She was so startled that she almost lost her balance: "Master Xiao... Master Xiao?"

"What...what's wrong with the princess?"

Xiao Yaoqing ignored her and casually tossed Zhao Min onto the bed.

"hiss--"

Even the maids felt sorry for the princess's bottom just watching that action.

The maid stood there, stunned.

She didn't even realize what was happening—the usually aloof princess was actually carried and thrown onto the bed by a man.

Isn't Xiao Yaoqing also one of the princess's men?

How dare he treat the princess like that?

But Xiao Yaoqing completely ignored the maid's shock and casually said:

"The princess has had too much to drink. Please take care of her. I'm leaving now."

After saying that, he flashed out of the princess's boudoir without the slightest hesitation.

"Princess...did you drink too much?"

The maid looked at Zhao Min, who was lying on the bed in a daze, with a very strange expression.

For a moment, she was completely stunned.

The main reason was that the scene was too shocking, and she hadn't processed it yet.

Just then, the drunk Zhao Min mumbled something incoherently:

"Xiao Yaoqing...don't go..."

"ah?!"

The maid's eyes widened instantly, and her mouth gaped open.

What do you mean by "don't go"?

Isn't Xiao Yaoqing the same Master Xiao from earlier?!

Is Master Xiao leaving?

The princess couldn't bear to part with him?

So, even after getting this drunk, Master Xiao still left?

What the hell is this love-hate drama?

In an instant, the maid conjured up a whole tragic drama in her mind.

"Sigh...the princess is so pitiful..."

If Xiao Yaoqing heard this, he would definitely sigh:

"Sure enough, women of all eras have a lot of inner monologues!"

At this moment, Xiao Yaoqing had already reached the vicinity of the inn he had seen this morning.

No one knows where he got all that black clothes, even his face was completely covered.

If he were to touch some young lady instead of Zhang Wuji, he might really be mistaken for a womanizer and taken advantage of.

But thinking about it this way... wouldn't it be even more creepy for him to sneakily touch a man?

However, Xiao Yaoqing didn't have any other random thoughts. He was just thinking about whether he could resolve the matter of the Nine Yang Divine Skill.

The person had already landed on the roof of the inn.

Yan Guilai's lightness skill had reached its pinnacle; he landed without making a sound.

The original story was playing out in my mind.

"Zhang Wuji should be finished taking a bath by now, right?"

If he were to touch me while I was showering, wouldn't the scene be even more unbearable to watch?

He quietly entered the inn through the attic.

When I got to the second floor, I suddenly heard a woman's voice, full of energy:

"The Thousand Spider Venomous Hand? I never expected that such a vicious martial art would actually have a successor?"

The voice of Abbess Miejue came from next door, her tone as cold as ice shards.

Xiao Yaoqing heard it clearly: the old nun was saying that only a specific person could cure the poison, and she was pressing Zhou Zhiruo for the woman's whereabouts.

Xiao Yaoqing's heart sank.

Extinction needs to find Zhang Wuji and Yin Li.

"We need to get started quickly."

He lightly touched the ground with his toes and floated out like a falling leaf, avoiding the waiter in the inn and landing directly on the first-floor corridor.

He remembered very clearly that Zhang Wuji and Yin Li's room was only one floor away from the Emei Sect group's room.

Xiao Yaoqing checked each doorway one by one, pressing his ear against the door panel to listen for any sounds inside.

Suddenly, footsteps came from the other end of the corridor.

Xiao Yaoqing slipped into the shadows.

A girl with hideous scars on her face walked out of a room carrying a tray, the hem of her dark blue dress flashing by.

Yin Li.

Xiao Yaoqing watched her close the door, so gently it was as light as a cat's movements.

Zhang Wuji was already asleep.

The opportunity is here.

Yin Li's figure disappeared around the corner. Xiao Yaoqing immediately turned over and pushed the door open silently.

The room was dark. A person lay on the bed, lying flat, with his eyes closed and his breathing steady—Zhang Wuji.

This guy shaved his beard, washed his face clean, and looked much fairer.

No wonder so many girls like him; he is indeed quite handsome.

Xiao Yaoqing had no interest in appreciating handsome men.

time does not wait.

He walked silently to the bedside, his gaze falling on Zhang Wuji's hands sticking out from under the covers.

Extend your finger, ready to copy.

Just as their fingertips were about to touch—

The person on the bed suddenly opened their eyes.

"Who?!"

A low shout exploded out.

Zhang Wuji's palm had already struck out, carrying a sharp palm wind.

Xiao Yaoqing was not surprised at all.

They're a martial arts genius with an unfair advantage; it would be strange if they didn't even have this much awareness.

But he didn't come here; he just wanted to copy something.

Facing the oncoming palm strike, Xiao Yaoqing did not dodge but directly raised his hand to meet it.

The pure internal energy accumulated over thirty years within his body was instantly activated.

The two men were about the same age, both in their early twenties.

The internal energy generated by Zhang Wuji's Nine Yang Divine Skill was so powerful that even Abbot Kongwen of Shaolin Temple found it incredible.

Xiao Yaoqing dared not be careless.

"boom--"

After a muffled thud, Xiao Yaoqing staggered back three steps.

Zhang Wuji didn't gain any advantage either. He was originally sitting cross-legged on the bed, but the shock caused him to shift sideways with a "plop."

He crashed into the wall behind him with a thud.

If it weren't for this wall, he probably would have retreated even further.

A storm raged within Zhang Wuji's heart:

"That was incredibly powerful!"

His hands were trembling slightly, and even with the Nine Yang Divine Skill protecting him, he couldn't suppress the tingling and numbness for a while.

Xiao Yaoqing didn't say anything either, but his palm also felt a tingling sensation.

It must be said that this young hero Zhang is indeed quite skilled.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have successfully copied the top-tier martial art, the Seven Injury Fist of the Kunlun School!]

The system notification sound came promptly.

Xiao Yaoqing felt a little disappointed after hearing this.

The Seven Injury Fist is not weak—it was this very fist technique that Xie Xun, the Golden-Haired Lion King, used to forcefully defeat the monk Kongjian.

Of course, the monk Kongjian didn't hide at that time either.

Otherwise, with Xie Xun's abilities, how could he have encountered the monk Kongjian?

However, "what we couldn't get from that fake Kongtong, we managed to get from Zhang Wuji."

"Although it's a top-tier martial art, it's... not the Nine Yang Divine Skill!"

Xiao Yaoqing immediately felt that he had wasted his time today.

"Who are you?!"

Zhang Wuji sat on the bed, staring at Xiao Yaoqing and questioning him.

Xiao Yaoqing had no intention of paying him any attention and turned to leave.