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

Abbess Miejue's face was noticeably pale.

Although I didn't see her vomit blood or find any external injuries, her overall condition was clearly abnormal.

It should be noted that Abbess Miejue is already in her forties and has been cultivating her internal energy for over thirty years.

But how could her meager internal strength compare to Xiao Yaoqing's?

Xiao Yaoqing had no idea that his palm strike had been multiplied several times over when it landed on Abbess Miejue!

Abbess Miejue swayed slightly, raised her hand to wave to the door beside her, then closed her eyes and slowly regulated her breathing.

Before long, his complexion finally recovered somewhat.

When she opened her eyes again, her gaze was filled with shock:

"That kid's internal strength is unfathomable. The rest of you are definitely no match for him."

"However, I can also tell that he doesn't have any hostility towards our Emei Sect. Otherwise, you would all be dead by now."

"this……"

After hearing Abbess Miejue's words, the disciples exchanged glances, all deeply shocked.

They could hear the surprise in their master's voice.

The Abbess Miejue's voice didn't stop; she continued:

"If I'm not mistaken, the first time he exchanged blows with me, he used the Seven Injury Fist of the Kongtong School."

"The second exchange of blows was actually using our Emei Sect's Snow-Drifting Cloud-Piercing Palm!"

"Snowflake Piercing Cloud Palm?!"

Upon hearing this, the Emei disciples all exclaimed in surprise.

Jingxuan quickly spoke up:

"Master, that Snowdrift Cloud Piercing Palm technique isn't yours..."

Abbess Miejue frowned: "I haven't finished speaking."

Indeed, Abbess Miejue hasn't gotten to the point yet:

"That kid, when he was parrying your moves, I actually saw the techniques of the long-lost Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms!"

"hiss--"

Several of his protégés gasped in shock.

The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms? Isn't that the Beggars' Sect's signature martial art?

It has been passed down to this day and is almost lost!

Could that person just now have been a member of the Beggars' Sect?

"wrong."

Of course that's wrong.

If they are from the Beggars' Sect, how do you explain the Seven Injury Fist of the Kongtong Sect, as well as the Nine Yang Skill and Snow-Piercing Cloud Palm of the Emei Sect?

60. Abbess Miejue: I... am not as good as him.

When Abbess Miejue said this, her eyes remained very serious.

Zhou Zhiruo, who had remained silent until now, finally asked:

"Master, is it possible... even you can't do anything about him?"

When this question was posed, all the close associates around him were stunned.

Immediately afterwards, they all turned to look at Zhou Zhiruo and questioned, "Are you doubting Master's abilities?"

A group of people were about to continue flattering him.

Abbess Miejue frowned and slowly said, "I used eighty percent of my strength just now, but that person wasn't injured at all. This person's cultivation is very likely above mine."

"this……!"

Hearing Abbess Miejue admit it herself, everyone was stunned, including Zhou Zhiruo, Zhang Wuji on the bed, and Yin Li who was covering her hand; their eyes were filled with shock.

That's right, who is Abbess Miejue?

The leader of the Emei Sect, a renowned figure in the martial arts world, capable of standing alone.

Now he actually admits that he's not as good as that masked kid from before?

"this……"

If this gets out, who will believe it? How many people will be shocked?

Yin Li covered her aching hand, still feeling resentful.

But since Abbess Miejue had said that, she suddenly felt at peace.

Zhou Zhiruo was the most shocked.

Because she knew that the masked man was Xiao Yaoqing, who had touched her hand before!

"Xiao Yaoqing... how can he be so strong?"

"Could it really be the martial arts technique that Master mentioned before?"

"But why doesn't he have any of that... old monster vibe?"

What she meant was the kind of aura that an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years should have.

But Xiao Yaoqing speaks and acts just like a young person.

If he were truly an ancient monster who had lived for a very long time, how could he be like this?

But Zhou Zhiruo began to worry: "If he's from the Ming Cult... can the six major sects really destroy the Ming Cult?"

But she herself didn't know why, a resentful thought even arose in her mind:

"If he's so capable, why doesn't he become a great hero instead of a villainous leader of the Ming Cult?"

Why would she think that way?

If Xiao Yaoqing were truly a great hero, what would she do?

These are questions that even she herself cannot understand.

"Zhiruo!"

Abbess Miejue's voice was stern, interrupting her thoughts.

That one call of "Zhiruo"

This surprised both of them.

The other person was Zhang Wuji, who was sitting on the bed.

Zhang Wuji's gaze immediately locked onto Zhou Zhiruo:

"Zhiruo?"

Zhang Wuji looked at the otherworldly figure beside him, and his heart inexplicably quickened.

He remembered a girl named Zhiruo who had taken such gentle care of him when he was a child.

"Could it be... that Zhi Ruo, the girl Master sent to Emei?"

The moment this thought crossed Zhang Wuji's mind, a fire ignited within him. He wanted to rush forward, to acknowledge her, to recount, "Back then, you fed me water and food."

Express your gratitude.

But he managed to suppress the impulse.

No, we can't reveal it yet. So many people in the martial world are eyeing the Dragon-Slaying Saber in my godfather's hands.

Zhou Zhiruo came to her senses and looked at Abbess Miejue.

Extinction frowned, her eyes scrutinizing him: "Zhiruo, when I made my move just now, you seemed more anxious than anyone else?"

She paused, her tone turning serious: "You know that man? Are you worried about him?"

Zhou Zhiruo's heart skipped a beat, and she panicked.

But she still shook her head: "Master, I didn't."

"Then why?"

"I……"

Zhou Zhiruo's mind raced as she desperately tried to find an excuse.

She was indeed worried for Xiao Yaoqing just now. Her master had sharp eyes and saw through it at a glance. But how could she admit it?

Once recognized, Xiao Yaoqing's true identity was exposed.

He came masked because he didn't want anyone to know who he was. I can't believe she didn't even realize that she had unknowingly sided with Xiao Yaoqing.

Taking a deep breath, Zhou Zhiruo steadied her voice: "Master, it's because that man was fighting that demoness just now. We have a grudge against her, and since he attacked her, I felt... he probably isn't a bad person. So..."

"Is that all?"

Abbess Miejue would never believe that.

But Zhou Zhiruo refused to budge. Even Miejue couldn't just kill her own disciple in front of everyone.

This doesn't make sense, nor does it align with common sense.

I can only make a note of it for now and look it up later.

She glanced at Yin Li on the ground: "Take this little vixen and the man she's trying to save away with you."

After saying that, he flicked his sleeve, turned around, and left the room.

The most important thing now is to detoxify Ding Minjun.

The senior sisters escorted Yin Li and Zhang Wuji away.

Zhou Zhiruo, who was walking at the back, turned around and her gaze stopped at the entrance of the inn, in the direction where Xiao Yaoqing had disappeared.

Her mind was filled with that glance he gave her before he left.

That pitiful face was filled with an indescribable complexity.

At this moment, Xiao Yaoqing was still savoring the fleeting expression in her eyes.

Xiao Yaoqing knew exactly what was going on.

He won't admit it, but in truth, he's no longer an ordinary person.

His eyesight and intuition are much better than before.

Just from Zhou Zhiruo's eyes, he was certain that this woman had recognized him.

The question is, "Why doesn't she expose me?"

This is something that's hard to understand.

What's even more absurd is that when those senior sisters blocked his way, Zhou Zhiruo happened to be on the very path he was destined to take.

The sword was drawn.

But from beginning to end, she never really did anything serious.

This operation looks completely wrong no matter how you look at it.

Logically speaking, Zhou Zhiruo was completely obedient to Abbess Miejue and did not hide anything from her at all.

Even with a relationship like Zhang Wuji's, although she initially kept it a secret, she didn't last long before revealing everything.

But that's Zhang Wuji!

What is my relationship with Zhou Zhiruo?

Calling them enemies wouldn't be an exaggeration.

Since they are enemies, why would she cover for him?

The thought sent chills down Xiao Yaoqing's spine.

He had a vague feeling that Zhou Zhiruo was a little abnormal.

However, on second thought, there was no harm in her not exposing herself for now.

Xiao Yaoqing didn't bother to think about it any further.

He went straight back to Green Willow Manor, to the room Zhao Min had arranged for him.

The room was pitch black; not a single light was on.

As soon as Xiao Yaoqing stepped through the door, he sensed something was amiss.

He immediately became alert.

"Is someone lying in ambush? Or... is there something you're trying to hide?"

His mind was focused, but his expression remained unchanged.

He didn't rush to turn on the light, but secretly glanced around out of the corner of his eye.

The curtains swayed slightly.

Xiao Yaoqing remembered clearly—the doors and windows were all closed, and not a breath of wind came in.

There must be someone hiding there.

He pretended not to notice anything, shrugged, and deliberately muttered:

"Ugh... I'm exhausted after that fight. Time for bed!"

As she spoke, she walked toward the bed.

As he reached the curtain, he suddenly attacked!

A grappling technique from the Shaolin Seventy-Two Arts was used, aiming straight for the back of the curtain!

Judging from the other party's skill in hiding, Xiao Yaoqing knew in his heart that he was just a novice.

One blow from his palm would probably kill him instantly.

Xiao Yaoqing thought to himself, "I have to find out who's behind this."

So he used the "flower-plucking grappling" technique.

As mentioned before, this move is not the same as ordinary grappling. Ordinary grappling emphasizes speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness, with powerful and swift strikes. But the "flower-pinching" grappling technique looks light and airy, with movements as soft as if you're kneading something. It doesn't use much force, but it's incredibly tricky.

The moment Xiao Yaoqing made his move and made contact with his target, he froze for a second.

"Huh? This feels a bit strange?"

He even squeezed it a couple more times, as if trying to figure out what he was holding.

"ah--!!"

A woman's scream rang out, piercingly loud: "Xiao Yaoqing! You bastard!"

Upon hearing the noise, Xiao Yaoqing frowned: "That voice... why does it sound so familiar?"

"Damn it!"

"A princess?!"

That's right.

That voice belongs to Zhao Min.

"Splash!"

With a bang, he was "attacked" by Xiao Yaoqing.

The person suddenly lifted the curtain.

The room was dark, but Xiao Yaoqing could see it clearly—Zhao Min's big eyes were watery and glistening with tears.

Although the "flower-picking and grappling" technique is not particularly violent, it still requires some force to subdue someone.