Martial Arts: Starting from a Seemingly Real System

"why?"

Qiao Rui murmured to himself. He knew that Liu Xinyue would not marry him so rashly. With her personality, no one could force her.

So why is this?

"Why? Just go and ask in person and you'll know!" Cai Ling'er giggled. Although she didn't know what the relationship was between Qiao Rui and Liu Xinyue, who was about to become someone else's bride, she also understood that the woman was very important to Qiao Rui.

Seeing that Qiao Rui was distracted and had no intention of answering, Cai Ling'er bared her teeth, showing a devilish smile, and turned to Zhuo Yifei and said, "Cousin, business has come to us, how about going to rob a relative?"

"Okay, let's go to Huashan to grab the bride!" Zhuo Yifei laughed and jumped on his horse. "You rushed to help me from a thousand miles away, so I will stick my neck out for you. I'm not even afraid of the Beggars' Sect, so what does the Huashan Sect mean to me?"

"He touched it. Being with this guy Qiao Rui, I almost forgot what we four kings do..."

"Rob the money, grab the food, grab the bride!"

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Huashan, formerly known as "Xiyue" and elegantly called "Taihua Mountain", is one of the Five Sacred Mountains. It is located in Huayin, Shaanxi Province, bordering the Qinling Mountains in the south and overlooking the Huangwei Mountains in the north. Since ancient times, it has been known as "the most dangerous mountain in the world."

The Huashan Sect is located on Mount Hua. During the Qin and Han Dynasties, there were swordsmen who founded the sect. Later, it was gradually lost in the long river of history until the rise and fall of Quanzhen in the Song Dynasty. Hao Datong, one of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, founded the sect on Mount Hua, and the Huashan Sect rose again.

The Huashan School inherited part of the Quanzhen School, which was the best school in the world at that time. It was famous for its sword skills and supplemented it with fist and palm internal strength. It cultivated both inside and outside, so its foundation was extraordinary.

However, in the past hundred years, Shushan has come from behind to unify the sword-fighting sects, and has massively annexed and suppressed other sects that mainly rely on swordsmanship, embezzling countless of them, leaving only Huashan Sect struggling to survive.

The current leader of Huashan Sect, Mr. Feng Wuya in blue robe, is a man of extraordinary talent and painstaking efforts. He practices martial arts internally and connects with Shaolin outside. Under the aggressive pressure of Shushan, he tries his best to protect the foundation of Huashan.

On this day, the Huashan Sect was decorated with red and green lights, and the disciples were all in high spirits. The Sect Leader's daughter was about to marry Chu Tianfeng, a direct disciple of the Master Wu Se, the head of the Shaolin Discipline Institute, and the man with the Invincible Divine Claws.

As Shaolin does not like lively weddings, the two sects jointly decided to hold a grand wedding ceremony on Mount Hua, during which they would send out invitations to heroes from all over the world to witness the ceremony.

On this day, the Qinglian Pavilion in Longxing City, the secondary capital of Daxia, was deserted. The Grand Commander of the Qingtian Guard was lying lazily on the couch. He was becoming more and more bloated, and his temper was becoming more and more weird. The huge room was empty, with only an old servant serving him.

"Your Highness, you'd better eat less green peaches, as they will ruin your teeth!" The plump white Uncle Fu bent down and whispered.

"Well, okay!" The Grand Admiral responded nonchalantly, flicked the remaining peach pit far away, picked up a green peach and slowly chewed it.

"Crack!"

The plump red lips bit off a large piece of green peach and chewed it wantonly.

The green peaches at this time of year were sour and astringent, and not very juicy, but the Grand Admiral enjoyed them nonetheless. Uncle Fu looked at them with a frown, and felt his teeth were sour.

"Did Bao Da Ting spread the news?" asked the Grand Commander.

"It should be. It is reported that Qiao Rui is almost at Huashan!"

"I wonder if Qiao Rui will fight with Chu Tianfeng, or directly fight with Feng Wuya?" The Grand Commander muttered, and when he thought of Huashan Sect, he couldn't help but snorted coldly, "Feng Wuya is determined to stick to Shaolin."

"The Shushan sect is becoming increasingly powerful and aggressive, and Feng Wuya is forced into this situation," Uncle Fu sighed.

"He can just surrender to me!" The commander-in-chief curled his lips. It's not like he has no choice. Why does he have to cling to Shaolin?

"In the eyes of the older generation of martial artists, the Qingtian Guards are a nightmare existence. How dare Feng Wuya risk the world's condemnation and defect to the imperial court?" Uncle Fu told the truth.

The Grand Commander frowned slightly and glared at Uncle Fu with some dissatisfaction, "Then let Qiao Rui go and make a scene!"

"Crack, click, click!"

The Grand Commander bit the green peach twice with hatred, chewing with gritted teeth. After a moment, he suddenly stopped and asked worriedly, "What if Liu Xinyue really ran away with Qiao Rui?"

"Uh... Since Your Highness doesn't like them being together, why did you let Qiao Rui know the news? If you change someone else, they can find a random excuse to ruin the alliance between the two factions."

"If I don't inform him, I'm afraid he will blame me in the future..." The Grand Commander pouted his lips, feeling a little entangled, a little aggrieved, and a little angry. He flicked the unfinished green peach away.

With a muffled "pop" sound, the green peach was embedded in the beam.

"Your Highness, do not use your internal energy recklessly. Be careful of your... body!" Uncle Fu was startled and hurried to dissuade him.

"Hmph, he doesn't care, why are you so nervous!" said the Grand Admiral angrily.

"Alas, what an injustice..." the old man sighed to himself.

On this day, the sword energy of Mount Hua reached the sky hall, and most of the martial arts world gathered here.

Huashan Sect's leader Feng Wuya and his wife Leng Wanqiu sat in the main seats, brimming with confidence. On the two sides below, Shaolin's head master Wuchen, was smiling happily; Wudang Xiaoyao Peak's Qingwei Temple's master Yuyang was calm; Shushan Yangjian Peak's master Meng Cunyi was cultivating his energy and spirit; Beggar Gang's eight-bag elder Jia Renyi was smiling but had a dagger inside his heart. There were also the leaders of Kunlun, Dian Cang, Kongtong, Tang Sect, Aojian Sect, Kuangdao Sect, Wuyi Sect, Pili Hall, etc., as well as various independent cultivators and lone heroes. Everyone was either happy or proud of it, or watching coldly or calculating secretly. Only they themselves knew how much of it was true and false.

On this day, Chu Tianfeng was dressed in fine clothes and riding a horse, full of passion. The woman he loved was about to become his bride. How happy he was. Behind him followed a group of fellow disciples from Prajna Hall. These men were also energetic and walked briskly. They carried the wedding gifts on the dangerous road of Mount Hua as if they were walking on flat ground.

On this day, some people were anxiously riding their horses and whipping them, cutting through thorns and brambles, despite wind and rain.

On this day, some are happy and some are sad!

"They're coming, they're coming. Senior Brother Chu and the others have arrived in front of the hall!" A Huashan disciple came in to report the whereabouts of the wedding procession. The bigwigs present had already heard the lively sounds of music and drums, and they all nodded and smiled.

Then, Chu Tianfeng, who was covered in red and decorated with scarves, walked in with the steps of a dragon and a tiger. "Shaolin Chu Tianfeng greets Master Feng and Madam Feng!"

"No need to be so polite, Tianfeng!" Feng Wuya smiled and nodded, raising his right hand.

Chu Tianfeng then stood up and greeted the elders from other factions.

Feng Wuya looked at Chu Tianfeng with a smile, his elegant and gentle face showing some relief. He nodded to the female disciple beside him and said, "Go and ask Xin Yue to come out!"

Soon, a female disciple, Liu Xinyue, who was wearing a bright red wedding dress and wearing a bright red silk head covering, came slowly.

Leng Wanqiu looked at the beautiful bride in the hall, and her heart was moved. She said in a gentle voice: "Xinyue, although you are my adopted daughter, I have always treated you as my own daughter. Today you are going to marry and become a wife. I am very reluctant to let you go. If you have time in the future, I hope you can come back often to visit me!"

"Yes, I will!" Liu Xinyue responded softly, no longer as bold and cheerful as before.

"If someone bullies you, you must tell me, no matter if he is from a noble family in Luoyang or a senior disciple of Shaolin. I will stand up for you." Leng Wanqiu glanced at Chu Tianfeng beside her meaningfully.

Chu Tianfeng smiled awkwardly, said he didn't dare, and promised to treat Liu Xinyue well.

"Okay, okay, don't delay the auspicious time for the wedding!" Feng Wuya saw that Leng Wanqiu was about to give him more instructions, so he urged with a smile.

Leng Wanqiu glared at her husband in annoyance before giving up and waiting for the newlyweds to get married.

"The auspicious time has arrived, let's bow..."

Just at this moment, a clear and crisp voice rang out, interrupting the best man's praise.

"Are you the Liu Xinyue that Qiao Rui has been looking for?"