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

Fan Yao: Why is Master Xiao helping me?!

At Green Willow Manor, Zhao Min's roar shook the entire courtyard.

"Damn it! Who is it?"

"There was a mole hiding among my own people?!"

Xiao Yaoqing stood behind Zhao Min.

The two elders of Xuanming, Yuchi Feng, and the four monks stood in front of Zhao Min.

As for that kid Zha Yadu, he stayed in his room ever since he came back from Bright Peak, and didn't even leave the room.

I have no idea what this person is up to.

However, he did not secretly sneak back to Dadu to report Xiao Yaoqing.

However, it doesn't matter if you get a tooth stuck in your throat.

The four of them looked at each other.

They all hung their heads, not daring to meet Zhao Min's murderous gaze.

Zhao Min pointed to the empty mechanism slot beside her and roared at the four people:

"Besides Xiao Yaoqing and me, only the four of you know how to operate this thing!"

"Speak! Who is the mole? Confess now, and I might spare your lives. If you wait until I find out myself, don't blame me for being ruthless—I'll exterminate your entire family!"

Zhao Min's words were entirely an outburst of anger. "Execute nine generations of their families?" she thought. "These people here, their entire families combined could barely fill a table."

The group of people looked at each other, their eyes filled with suspicion and wariness.

The two elders of Xuanming were inwardly puzzled: Why don't you ask Xiao Yaoqing? But this thought only lingered in their minds; they dared not voice it aloud. What if they angered Zhao Min, who was already furious? It wasn't impossible for her to strike them down with her sword. They dared not retaliate; their only option was to run. But running would only confirm that they were spies.

The two elders of Xuanming stared at the Bitter Monk and Yuchi Feng, while Yuchi Feng also harbored suspicions about the two elders of Xuanming.

Only the ascetic had no intention of doubting anyone. He was desperately trying to figure out how to get through this crisis.

To be honest, even if his identity couldn't be hidden any longer, he could always use his lightness skill to escape. But that would mean all his years of undercover work would be wasted. His elder brother Yang Xiao, the Green-Winged Bat King Wei Yixiao, and his elder brother's daughter Yang Buhui were all still in Zhao Min's hands. He was waiting for an opportunity to rescue them all!

Each of the four had their own agenda, and Xiao Yaoqing was also having his own thoughts running through his mind.

He had indeed bumped into the Bitter Monk meeting Zhang Wuji outside. But even if he hadn't witnessed it, upon returning and finding the traps empty, he could guess that the only one who could have let Zhang Wuji go was the Bitter Monk. The reason was simple: the Bitter Monk was originally the Right Protector of the Ming Cult. Saving his own leader was only natural.

So the question is, should Xiao Yaoqing expose him?

He slowly shook his head, already having made up his mind.

Not only could they not expose him, they also had to help the ascetic cover up his lie.

That's right.

Although he and Zhao Min were currently deeply in love, Xiao Yaoqing had never forgotten what he truly wanted. He was only temporarily holed up in the Ruyang Prince's mansion; sooner or later, he would set foot in the Central Plains martial arts world. Believing that having more friends meant having more options, he planned to secretly lend a hand to the Ming Cult.

Zhang Wuji disappointed him, but the Ming Cult did not.

Behind the Ming Cult atop Bright Peak stood the Persian headquarters. Xiao Yaoqing had long been fascinated by the Yin-Yang Sacred Flame Token. In the original story, Zhang Wuji, possessing the Nine Yang Divine Skill and the Great Shift of the Universe, even when he joined forces with Granny Golden Flower Dai Qisi, couldn't defeat the headquarters' special envoy wielding the Sacred Flame Token. The mysteries of this skill were enough to make him itch with excitement just thinking about it.

Zhao Min's gaze pierced him like a knife, and cold sweat poured down the back of the Bitter Monk.

He knew he was the prime suspect. The princess's eyes seemed to see right through him.

Just when the atmosphere was at its most tense, Xiao Yaoqing suddenly spoke.

"I asked Master Ku to help me make a trip to Ganliang County. He wasn't in the village at the time."

Everyone in the room was stunned by these words.

Several pairs of eyes turned to Xiao Yaoqing simultaneously, their eyes filled with surprise.

The most shocked was the Bitter Monk. His pupils suddenly contracted as he stared at Xiao Yaoqing, his entire body frozen in place.

He never expected that Xiao Yaoqing would speak up for him at this time.

What alarmed him even more was that since Xiao Yaoqing had taken the initiative to clear his name, it meant that Xiao Yaoqing already knew that he was the one who let Zhang Wuji go.

Zhao Min frowned deeply and stared at Xiao Yaoqing for several seconds.

"You sent him to Ganliang County? When did that happen?"

"Just before the princess assigned the task."

Xiao Yaoqing said calmly, "I asked him to do some personal business for me. I left in a hurry and didn't have time to tell you."

Zhao Min didn't speak, but tapped her fingers lightly on the table.

The two elders of Xuanming exchanged a glance, and Lu Zhangke stepped forward: "Princess, since Young Master Xiao is testifying, then Master Ku does indeed have an alibi."

"Yeah yeah."

Hebi Weng nodded in agreement, "We all have missions to take care of, and none of us have time to release that kid."

Yu Chifeng quickly added, "I have been guarding the entrance to the secret passage the whole time, and I haven't left for even a moment. The guards can attest to that."

Zhao Min remained silent.

Her gaze swept across the faces of the group, finally settling on the ascetic monk.

The ascetic quickly started gesturing, muttering "ah-ba-ah-ba" under his breath, his expression urgent, as if he were desperately trying to explain something.

Zhao Min waved her hand.

"Okay, I understand."

She turned around and looked at Xiao Yaoqing again, a hint of amusement in her eyes.

"Young Master Xiao, you're so kind, even acting as a witness for someone else."

Xiao Yaoqing smiled and said, "Just telling the truth."

The ascetic stood in the corner, his heart pounding in his chest.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his palms were completely wet.

Xiao Yaoqing clearly knew it was him who did it, so why didn't he expose him?

Instead of exposing him, they helped cover for him?

What does this mean?

After Zhao Min dismissed everyone, she turned to Xiao Yaoqing and asked him what the matter was that she had sent the Bitter Monk to Ganliang County.

Xiao Yaoqing casually replied that he would go check if the hot pot restaurant over there was open, and that he wanted to take her out for a couple of drinks that evening.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Min couldn't help but smile, her eyes filled with sweetness.

Sigh, you really can't trust a man's words.

That's absolutely right about him.

Zhao Min only dared to drink freely and without a care in the world when she was in front of Xiao Yaoqing.

When she returned to Green Willow Manor that evening, she was already so drunk that she was staggering and completely out of her mind.

This time, Xiao Yaoqing didn't carry her on his back, but instead carried her steadily on his back.

Zhao Min slumped against his back, her arms wrapped around his neck, her head resting on his shoulder.

Xiao Yaoqing escorted her back to her room and settled her in before turning back to his own courtyard.

The house was quiet; Lianxing and Xiaozhao were not there, and no one knew where they had gone.

He was about to walk to the bedside when his heart suddenly tightened, and he instantly became extremely alert.

The next second, he used his Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) to dodge to the side.

"warehouse--"

A crisp sound.

A long sword, gleaming with cold light, struck the spot where he had just been standing, its blade sinking more than halfway into the ground.

This shows how powerful the blow was, and that internal energy was also incorporated.

Xiao Yaoqing frowned and looked up.

A person jumped down from the ceiling, and he recognized the distinctive mask on their face at a glance.

It was the ascetic monk Fan Yao.

Upon seeing it was him, Xiao Yaoqing immediately understood.

When the monk Ku Toutuo drew his sword and launched a sneak attack, Xiao Yaoqing was not surprised at all.

He wasn't surprised at all; instead, he laughed.

Because he understood this kind of person all too well—you help them, they might not appreciate it, and might even turn around and bite you. If he were in that situation, Xiao Yaoqing asked himself honestly, and he probably would have made the same choice.

So Xiao Yaoqing, with a smile on his face, calmly began to speak:

"Master Ku, what do you mean by this? I just helped you."

That was said on purpose.

Fan Yao didn't respond.

He pulled the longsword from the ground and, without saying a word, slashed fiercely at Xiao Yaoqing again.

Xiao Yaoqing's lips curled slightly.

This time he didn't dodge.

The Lingbo Weibu technique was useless; he simply stood still, watching the gleaming sword tip hurtling towards his face.

Just as the sword was about to pierce his nose, he slightly tilted his head.

The blade grazed his nose.

At the same time, Xiao Yaoqing raised his right hand.

He placed two fingers on the hilt of the sword and flicked it lightly.

"when!"

A crisp sound.

The ascetic felt the longsword in his hand vibrating violently. The force traveled from the blade to his wrist, making his entire arm numb and almost causing him to lose his grip on the hilt.

He staggered uncontrollably to the side.

Fan Yao was utterly shocked.

It's true that he's fought Xiao Yaoqing before, but that was right under Zhao Min's nose. How could he dare to go all out? He admits that Xiao Yaoqing has some skills, but he has no idea how strong Xiao Yaoqing really is.

But today, he poured all his strength into that sword strike, channeling all his inner power into it.

The results of it?

Xiao Yaoqing shook him away with just two fingers?

"What...what level of cultivation does he possess?"

Fan Yao's mind was in turmoil, but his hands didn't stop moving.

He pulled his longsword behind his back with his right hand, clenched his left fist, and slammed it down on Xiao Yaoqing like a thunderbolt.

When Xiao Yaoqing saw that punch, he raised an eyebrow and a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

This punch contained an intense and violent aura.

That feeling was almost comparable to Zhang Wuji's Nine Yang Divine Skill.

Fan Yao certainly doesn't know the Nine Yang Divine Skill.

Xiao Yaoqing had never seen this kind of boxing before.

But Fan Yao knew in his heart that this was one of the seventy-two Shaolin arts.

Bright Fist.

When the five major martial arts schools gathered at Huangshan, Shaolin's Bright Fist shone brightly and was hailed as "the number one fist in the world".

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Very domineering.

Xiao Yaoqing wasn't confident he could withstand that punch.

Even if he could withstand it, he was too lazy to confront people head-on.

It's not worth it.

If some recoil force were to injure you, that would be a real loss.

Xiao Yaoqing slowly raised his left hand.

As the hand trembled, a strange ripple appeared on the palm.

When the ascetic Fan Yao saw the ripples, his pupils constricted sharply, his eyes filled with shock.

The next second, his punch felt like it had hit a pile of cotton; all its force vanished instantly.

He was lifted into the air and, with a light flick of Xiao Yaoqing's left hand, was thrown in another direction.

"Bang!"

Fan Yao's body slammed heavily onto the floor.

An unnatural blush rose to his face. "Hmm..."

A metallic taste of blood rose in his throat, but he forced it back down.

He clutched his chest, knelt on one knee, and stared up at Xiao Yaoqing, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Unable to hold back, he blurted out:

"The Great Shift of Heaven and Earth?!"