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

A rope hung high in the corner, upon which lay a woman in a yellow dress. A light gauze dress draped slowly, its hem swaying gently in the breeze. Her eyes were closed, her eyelashes long and curled, revealing eyes that were clearly large. Her skin was excessively pale, as if she hadn't seen sunlight in a long time. She appeared to be twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with exceptionally beautiful features and an ethereal air; even Xiao Yaoqing had to sigh at her striking appearance.

Below the rope sat a drowsy little girl. She was about eleven or twelve years old, her features not yet fully developed, and she clutched a dark green bamboo staff in her hand. The staff was said to be made of bamboo, but it shone with the luster of jade, and anyone who saw it would recognize it as the symbol of the Beggars' Sect leader, the Dog-Beating Stick.

Clearly, the woman lying on the rope was Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu's descendant, the woman in yellow. Sitting on the ground was Shi Hongshi, the biological daughter of the former gang leader, Shi Huolong.

At that moment, a slight tremor came from outside the cave, followed by the sound of footsteps approaching from afar.

Shi Hongshi suddenly woke up with a start, his dog-beating stick clattering to the ground. He hurriedly looked up at the woman in yellow on the rope. But the woman's eyes remained closed, her breathing steady, as if she hadn't noticed anything.

Soon, a woman in white rushed in, her voice trembling: "Master, someone has used the eighth move of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, shocking the entire region!"

"bass"

With a loud thud, Shi Hongshi jumped up, leaning on his dog-beating stick.

The woman in the yellow shirt on the rope slowly opened her eyes.

Those eyes were dark and unfathomable, usually like a stagnant pool, but at this moment, they seemed to have been struck by a stone, rippling outwards.

"Sister Yang!"

Shi Hongshi couldn't help but shout it out.

The woman in yellow raised her hand in a reassuring gesture, signaling her not to rush, then looked at the woman in white at the door and said calmly, "Explain in detail."

The woman in yellow spoke softly, her voice carrying a hint of etherealness, somewhat similar to Lianxing's, but with a touch of mature charm.

"Are you really sure?"

The woman in white nodded vigorously and said earnestly, "Back in the early days, the Beggars' Clan encountered the eighth move of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms in the Gansu-Liangzhou area. Its power was comparable to 'Shocking the Hundred Miles.' However, they weren't entirely confident at the time."

"Now, someone on Bright Peak of the Ming Cult has used the eighth move again. There's no mistake—someone has truly mastered the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms!"

After hearing this, the woman in the yellow dress slowly lowered her gaze, as if she was pondering something.

Shi Hongshi stood to the side, her eyes reddening with anxiety, her voice trembling with tears: "Sister Yang, could it be my father?"

The woman in yellow paused, then shook her head and said, "Impossible. When Chief Shi disappeared, he had only mastered the second move of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms. Without the manual, he couldn't have jumped to the eighth move in such a short time."

"Besides, if Chief Shi really mastered the 'Shocking the Hundred Miles' technique, he could roam the world with impunity. Why wouldn't he come back to take charge of the Beggars' Sect?"

When she spoke, her tone carried a calm and mature air.

Unfortunately, Shi Hongshi and the woman in white, who were present, were both women and didn't feel anything special about the voice.

Upon hearing this, Shi Hongshi couldn't hide his disappointment, but he still refused to give up: "Sister Yang, since someone knows the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, maybe he knows my father's whereabouts!"

That makes some sense.

The woman in yellow didn't refute, but thought quietly for a while before finally sighing softly, "Does this mean the Ancient Tomb Sect must reappear once again?"

On the other side, Xiao Yaoqing had no idea that he had used "Shocking Hundred Miles" twice in a row.

This has already alarmed the being living in the Tomb of the Living Dead.

At this moment, the Heaven-Slaying Sword had already fallen into his hands.

Lianxing had already quietly slipped away from everyone's sight and returned to the town.

Xiao Yaoqing stood beside Zhao Min again.

Zhao Min, the Xuanming Elders, and Yuchi Feng all spoke almost simultaneously, their voices filled with shock:

"This is the Heaven-Slaying Sword?!"

Xiao Yaoqing had already discussed it with Lianxing beforehand.

Even if Zhao Min and her group can't see the true appearance of the sword, they will definitely become suspicious when they capture Abbess Miejue's group and find that her ever-present Heaven-Reliant Sword is missing.

Holding the gleaming longsword in her hands, Zhao Min's eyes shone like stars as she looked up at Xiao Yaoqing, her tone filled with obvious surprise: "You really want to give me the Heaven-Slaying Sword? You don't want it yourself?"

To be honest, Xiao Yaoqing knew how amazing this sword was, and he had considered using it before.

The problem is, he doesn't know any swordsmanship at all, so what can he do with it? Is he supposed to use the Heaven Sword to peel apples every day?

Besides, Lianxing will definitely take the sword back later.

So Xiao Yaoqing raised the sword he always carried and said casually, "This is enough for me. As for the Heaven-Slaying Sword, I don't need it."

He said this with a hint of helplessness—after all, what's the difference between having a divine weapon but not knowing how to use it and just having a decorative object?

But everyone around them, except for Zhao Min, was stunned.

All eyes were fixed on Xiao Yaoqing's back, and Yu Chifeng couldn't help but smack his lips.

This is the Heaven Sword!

In the martial arts world, everyone knows the old saying: "The supreme martial arts weapon is the Dragon-Slaying Saber, commanding the world with absolute obedience. Without the Heaven-Reliant Sword, who can contend with it?"

While this statement acknowledges the power of the Dragon-Slaying Saber, the latter part clearly tells everyone that the only weapon capable of rivaling it is the Heaven-Reliant Sword!

Which martial artist in the world doesn't dream of getting their hands on this thing?

If it weren't for Abbess Miejue holding onto this sword, the martial arts world would have been plunged into bloodshed long ago.

But even with such a precious item, Xiao Yaoqing didn't even blink, casually saying, "I don't need it."

They just dismissed them.

Tsk tsk tsk, Xiao Yaoqing had never shown the sword in Zhao Min's hand to anyone. Just by looking at it, it was an ordinary piece of iron, the difference between a roadside stall and a boutique sword compared to the Heaven-Slaying Sword.

The problem is, Xiao Yaoqing doesn't even care about the Heaven Sword.

If you don't want it, give it to me!

Everyone present thought the same thing. But now that the sword was in Zhao Min's hands, no one dared to make any further moves.

They stared at Xiao Yaoqing, and after the initial shock, they felt that everything made perfect sense.

The most amazing thing about the Heaven Sword is that it can unleash sword energy without using internal force.

But Xiao Yaoqing, without even drawing his sword from its sheath, could unleash such terrifying sword energy. Wouldn't the Heaven-Slaying Sword become a superfluous decoration in his hands?

"Tsk..."

Several people clicked their tongues, the same thought flashing through their minds:

The strong are indeed a different kind of being.

In the eyes of a true master, even the most divine weapons are nothing but scrap metal. If you need external objects to fight, can you still be called a master?

They even secretly fantasized:

"When will I be able to reach Master Xiao's level...?"

If Xiao Yaoqing knew what they were thinking, he would probably burst out laughing.

He didn't want the Heaven-Slaying Sword simply because he knew absolutely no swordsmanship.

I wonder how interesting their expressions will be when they find out.

"warehouse--"

Zhao Min couldn't wait to draw her sword.

The moment the sword was drawn from its sheath, the surrounding temperature seemed to drop several degrees.

She didn't use any internal energy; she simply gripped the sword, and a faint light emanated from its blade. Zhao Min casually swung her hand in another direction—

"bass!"

"Boom!"

A huge tree, as thick as a person's embrace, was forcibly split in two.

"What a fine sword!"

Zhao Min's eyes shone brightly.

She knew herself perfectly well. She had learned many sword techniques, and even performed some quite well, but she knew her own limitations better than anyone else.

Give her any sword, and even if she didn't use her internal energy, she might not be able to make that kind of noise even if she slashed with all her might.

But now, she didn't even use her internal energy; she just casually chopped, and yet she had this kind of destructive power.

The power of the Heaven Sword is beyond question.

She turned her head, her face full of smiles, her eyes shining like stars.

"Thanks, Xiao Yaoqing!"

Xiao Yaoqing glanced at the person beside him—Zhao Min, though dressed in men's clothing, could not hide her cleverness and charm.

His gaze fell on that face, and as soon as he opened his mouth, the words slipped out:

"A white rainbow soars atop its throne, a green serpent roars from its sheath. Frost flashes on its blade, the full moon shines upon its crown."

"The sword cuts through the clouds beyond the heavens, the sword pierces the midday sun. The sword pierces the belly of the demon, the sword brushes the head of the treacherous minister."

"Hidden generals ward off evil spirits, but do not frighten only concubines and wives. Save the dragon from the deep pool, but do not test it on the dogs in the street."

His voice was low, with a magnetic quality; it wasn't loud or clear, but it was like the tolling of a bell in the night, so deep that it could penetrate into one's ears.

Not only was Zhao Min stunned, but even the Xuanming Elders, Yuchi Feng, and the Bitter Monk's eyes trembled.

The way he looked at Xiao Yaoqing changed instantly.

Who would have thought that this guy with such a frighteningly hard fist could actually produce such a refined and elegant style?

This Master Xiao, no matter how you look at him, exudes an air of otherworldly elegance.

Zhao Min stared at him, her eyes practically glued to him.

In modern times, she would probably have screamed it out in her mind long ago—

"Xiao Yaoqing is so handsome! Are you kidding me!"

She silently went over those few lines of poetry in her mind again.

He looked up, his voice slightly unsteady:

"Absolutely amazing! Xiao Yaoqing, your poem and the Heaven-Slaying Sword are a match made in heaven!"

"You actually have this skill? That's amazing!"

Xiao Yaoqing was a little stunned by her praise.

When I came to my senses, I realized that I had just misspoke.

He was completely bewildered—what was wrong with him? Reciting poetry?

This is hardly something he would do; it's just a typical artsy, idealistic person going crazy.

Of course, he knew he wasn't having a relapse.

The reason is simple: the poem was actually written by Zhao Min herself.

137 Hua Yuenü: How come you still can't forget him?

Indeed, these lines of poetry were written by Zhao Min.

However, Zhao Min couldn't remember it at all at the moment.

The original book describes it this way: After Zhao Min commanded the Yuan soldiers and used the Ten Fragrant Softening Powder of the Xuanming Elders to defeat all the masters of the six major sects, the Heaven Sword naturally came into her possession.

That night at Green Willow Manor, she tested her swordsmanship, using all the sword techniques she knew. The Heaven-Slaying Sword gleamed coldly in her hands.

Not satisfied with just testing the sword, he immediately picked up a brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote this long poem in a flurry.

After writing it, I hung it on the left wall of the hall.

At the end, a line of smaller print was added: "At night, I tested the Heaven-Slaying Sword; it is truly a divine object. This is a collection of poems about swordsmanship to praise it. Zhao Min, Bianliang."

The one with real talent isn't that kid Xiao Yaoqing, it's clearly Zhao Min herself!

Just now, Xiao Yaoqing only caught a glimpse of Zhao Min and the Heaven Sword together. Suddenly, the scene of Green Willow Manor popped into his mind, and without thinking, he blurted out those few lines of poetry.