Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 141 Dream without Trace
It was late at night, and the moonlight poured in through the window lattice like a gauze, casting a few blurry shadows in Honglian's room.

The thin blanket was half draped over her body, revealing a section of her fair calves, and her skin shone like cold jade in the moonlight.

She didn't sleep well, her brows were furrowed, her eyelids trembling slightly, as if she was struggling with something.

A fine layer of cold sweat oozed from his forehead and trickled down his temples. His breathing was ragged and rapid, as if he were being pursued in a dream by some invisible force. His fingers gripped the corner of the quilt, his knuckles white from the strain, twitching occasionally, as if he were grasping a nonexistent sword in the void.

The invisible puppet strings that were integrated into Honglian's mind quietly dissipated, like wind blowing across the water, creating the last circle of ripples.

Dreams are like tides.

The bloody battlefield was shrouded in thick fog, the sky was low, and a dark red full moon hung in the sky, so bright that it was creepy.

In the distance, the peak of Corpse Mountain loomed, a hiltless divine sword piercing the heavens and earth. Honglian strained her gaze, seeming to see a familiar, burly figure standing beside the sword.

"Who is that? Why am I here?"

Questions swept through her mind like a chill wind, their voices dissipating in the mist, interrupted before they could echo by a sharp sound of something piercing the air. Instinctively, she dodged to the side, the blade grazing the side of her face, causing a stinging sensation and sending a few strands of blood-stained hair flying.

She glanced down at the broken hair, her eyes cold as ice. She was not at all flustered in the face of the sudden attack, and was so calm that even she was surprised.

She took light steps, twisted her slender waist like a willow, and the long sword in her hand had already pierced the attacker's heart.

Honglian didn't know where her courage came from, just like she didn't know when a sword appeared in her hand.

The armed soldier whose face could not be seen fell down, but in the hazy blood mist, more figures quietly emerged, one, two... and surrounded her like fighting spirits crawling out of the Nine Netherworld Purgatory.

Blood was flowing under my feet, and I couldn't tell whether I was stepping on mud or flesh.

The sword pierced the sky, and I couldn't see what I was fighting against, let alone why I was fighting.

Mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

The wild beast, symbolizing human desire, stared at the woman who suddenly appeared in his territory.

"It actually works." Qin Shi Moyu sighed.

He had been coveting Zhan Kuang's skills for a long time. In his opinion, it was a pity that these skills were only used for fighting.

For example, this Blood Sea Hell Battlefield, a true training technique, was used by Zhan Kuang as a domineering control technique.

Qin Shi Moyu used his own silk-pulling drama as the thread, the Tongtian Talisman as the guide, the Zhan Kuang's projection of the blood sea hell as the backdrop, and the remaining souls as the cost. After great efforts, he barely created this incomplete and degraded blood sea hell in front of him.

Zhan Kuang swallowed up a bunch of group control skills with one glance, and in his hands they became single-target skills, and there were also prerequisites.

The gap between people, even between oneself and 'oneself', is really bigger than that between people and dogs.

On the battlefield, countless fighting spirits whose faces could not be seen were killed. Honglian, covered in blood, suddenly felt a flash before his eyes, and the world seemed to turn upside down.

In the blink of an eye, she found herself at the top of the mountain of corpses. All the injuries on her body disappeared, and even her clothes returned to their original state.

The burly figure stood before her, his back to her, completely different from the 50-cent special effects soldiers. His figure was clearly visible, his black hair dancing wildly in the wind, his clothes rustling.

Honglian could even see the calluses on his palms, and the scenes of the day flashed through her mind. The warm touch of that rough big hand falling on her waist, and the subtle force of the fingertips as they stroked across her waist.

Her cheeks flushed, and she snorted coldly. An inexplicable sense of shame and anger welled up in her heart. Without any warning, she gripped her sword tightly and stabbed him in the back.

The sword was sharp but lacked murderous intent, like a sulking child who, knowing that the opponent was far superior to him, still struck out just to vent his stubbornness and shyness.

"Clang!" A crisp metallic collision sound echoed as the two swords clashed, sparks flying. Unrivaled force coursed through the swords, numbing her palms.

The long sword flew out of his hand, spinning and piercing into the blood mud not far away, while the other sword was already hovering around Honglian's neck.

He turned around and saw that familiar face. Still as silent as during the day, not a single word was uttered, but those calm eyes hinted at disappointment, as if blaming her for her recklessness and powerlessness.

Honglian gritted her teeth and glared at Qin Shimoyu, shame, anger, and unwillingness surging in her chest. Completely ignoring the sword blade that was so close to her, she stubbornly turned her head and locked onto the longsword stuck in the bloody mud. With one step, she was about to retrieve her weapon.

He raised the corner of his mouth slightly, moved the tip of his sword slightly, and did not stop.

Honglian bent down and drew out the sword. The moment her fingertips touched the hilt, her heartbeat inexplicably quickened.

He took a deep breath and got into position again. The sword light was like a rainbow and pierced towards Qin Shimoyu, but he just turned slightly sideways and responded with the same sword technique. The sword body blocked and lifted, and Honglian's sword flew out of his hand again, drew an arc and landed in the distance.

He staggered a step, gritted his teeth and rushed towards the long sword that fell to the ground again, picked it up, attacked again, and was knocked down again.

Again and again, her movements became more and more rapid, sweat mixed with blood flowed down, and her chest heaved violently.

Honglian felt like a pup being teased, forced to run through the mud just to reclaim a sliver of her dignity. As she froze in place, a longsword plunged into the ground before her. Honglian looked up, only to see Qin Shimoyu with one hand behind his back, the other waving at her in a silent challenge.

She was stunned for a moment, then gritted her teeth, picked up the sword, and rushed towards Qin Shi Moyu again with the energy of shame and anger. The sword light pierced out like lightning, trying to regain a little initiative.

However, Qin Shi Moyu met the attack with his bare hands. His figure flashed, and his palm blade struck the spine of her sword with precision, deflecting the blade. Then, he precisely grasped Honglian's wrist with his palm, and with a slight twist, the sword in her hand flew out again, piercing far into the bloody mud.

"The thin line of a sword's blade determines life or death." Qin Shimoyu's voice finally rang out, low and calm. "If you can't hold the sword firmly in your hand, then it's best not to touch it in the first place."

To Honglian, the tone sounded like someone was lecturing a disobedient child, which made her heart skip a beat.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Honglian's blood rushed up, her cheeks flushed, and shame and anger exploded in her chest.

With the sword gone, he rushed forward with his fist, punching Qin Shi Moyu in the chest. However, he was easily caught by the wrist, twisted with his backhand, and the whole person lost his balance, staggered and almost fell.

"Swordsmanship, taking off the sword and using it as a fist can also be used, the principle is the same." Qin Shi Moyu taught aloud, but the wild energy developed by Zhan Kuang seeped in during the physical contact.

Like a hidden flame, it quietly spread within Honglian's body. Her heart skipped a beat, and before she could figure out what it was, she felt her wrist burning and numb. She gritted her teeth and snorted coldly, "You're so long-winded!"

He forced himself to stand firm, pulled his hand back, and slashed at Qin Shi Moyu's neck with a backhand palm, hoping to make him shut up. But Qin Shi Moyu simply raised his arm to block it, and with a light push of his elbow, the force was completely absorbed.

"Keep your wrist steady and focus on the power of your shoulders and elbows."

Honglian glared at him angrily, the fire in her heart burning even more fiercely. She pulled back her arm and punched Qin Shimoyu in the chest again, determined to make him suffer.

Qin Shi Moyu frowned, as if puzzled by her lack of understanding. With a single thrust of his palm, Hong Lian's fist was firmly grasped. With a single swivel, he was already behind her, his movements so swift that she had no time to react.

Then, Honglian felt a hand gently rest on her waist, its rough fingertips pressed against her waist through her dress. The familiar teaching gesture made her heart skip a beat. The heat from Qin Shimoyu's palm penetrated her skin, burning her heartbeat faster, as if an invisible thread was running through her body.

"Relax your shoulders and let the strength come from your waist." His tone was so flat as if he was just teaching boxing.

Honglian's cheeks flushed, and she felt a strange heat mingling with shame and anger. She stared at his calm face, wanting to punch him. But the heat spread along her waist, like a ball of fire raging inside her body, burning Honglian's head a little dizzy.

He clenched his teeth, suppressed the chaotic emotions, and suddenly threw a punch straight at Qin Shi Moyu's face.

Qin Shi Moyu didn't dodge or evade. He raised his hand to block her fist, still admonishing: "Keep your wrist steady, don't shake it."

"Why do you think my wrist is shaking, you bastard!" Honglian cursed inwardly, her face burning like fire. The heat seeped into her arm from her fingertips, burning her whole body to the point of feeling weak.

Honglian gasped and punched him on the shoulder again, but was lightly deflected.

"Lower your shoulders and elbows, then your strength will be gathered." Qin Shi Moyu took Honglian's arm and led her to draw an arc, like an emotionless teaching machine.

Honglian was breathing heavily, and the anger in his heart was gradually replaced by a strange warmth.

The heat became stronger every time Qin Shimoyu touched it, like an uncontrolled flame, running wild in her body, burning her heartbeat faster and faster.

Honglian bit her lip and stared at Qin Shi Moyu's calm eyes. She suddenly felt that his indifferent look was particularly hateful, as if he was deliberately laughing at her.

"Don't walk rashly, and keep your waist flexible." Qin Shi Moyu spoke again, pressing his palm lightly on Honglian's waist. His fingertips brushed against her skirt, and she trembled all over and groaned softly.

"Have you taught me enough?" Princess Honglian growled.

The heat in my heart could no longer be suppressed, my face turned red like a ripe peach, and there was only one thought left in my mind: I can't let him look at me so calmly anymore!
He turned around suddenly and pushed hard. A hint of surprise flashed in Qin Shi Moyu's eyes, but he did not resist. His body fell back and was pressed into a pool of blood by Honglian.

Honglian rested her hands on Qin Shimoyu's chest, panting heavily as she looked down at him. The surging lust was like a blazing flame, burning through her arms and into her heart. Her cheeks burned even hotter, and she felt a surge of urges mixed with shame and anger, her heartbeat so fast it threatened to explode.

But in this situation, Qin Shi Moyu still chattered: "That's right. The power comes from the ground, and the body and the energy are united."

The tone remained calm, without a trace of emotion, as if he was completely unaffected.

Honglian's already burning brain exploded with a buzzing sound. Her slender hand slid down his chest, her fingertips slowly caressing his abdominal muscles, teasingly stroking each muscle, and finally stopping at his waist and pinching it hard.

Her lips pressed against Qin Shi Moyu's neck, her breath burning hot, her teeth biting his neck lightly, and she whispered softly, "Shut up..."

Her voice was hoarse, with a hint of shame and desire. The lust in Honglian's heart was completely out of control. She suddenly pressed Qin Shimoyu's shoulders with both hands, pressing him harder into the blood mud.

She was breathing heavily, her face was so red that it seemed to bleed, her heartbeat was intertwined with the wild desire, burning Honglian so that she could no longer control herself.

"Let's see how you teach!"

The pool of blood blurred the surroundings, leaving only the scorching heat and calm eyes, completely trapping her.

(End of this chapter)