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

Chapter 147 Feng Shayan: Who is the Moon God?

As the sun sets in the west, dim light shines on the foot of Wudang Mountain, making the red supercar that Feng Shayan is leaning on appear dark golden.

She leaned against the front of the car, frowned at the darkening sky, and became a little impatient with waiting.

He naturally took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out a cigarette and put it to his lips, holding the slender cigarette between his fingertips, but his eyes were a little wandering.

However, when Feng Shayan pulled out her lighter and flicked her thumb, sending an orange flame leaping out, she suddenly paused. She stared at the flame, stunned for a moment. Mo Yu didn't like the smell of smoke.

This thought flashed through her mind, and she paused, took the cigarette from her lips, rubbed it in front of her eyes, and narrowed her eyes slightly.

The lines on the cigarette paper shimmered in the setting sun. Feng Shayan stared at it for a moment, then put it back into her mouth, but did not light it. Instead, she took out a wooden plaque engraved with ancient Chinese characters from her pocket and lowered her head to play with it.

She found this in the package containing gold bars, and she didn't recognize the ancient Chinese characters on it.

After consulting friends in related professions, she learned that this type of ancient Chinese text with a slender font was often seen in the Wu and Chu regions during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.

These two characters mean 'Moon God'.

What made her feel most uncomfortable was that she could sense a cool breath like the moon through the faint flow of true Qi in the wooden sign, as if a Taoist nun was whispering and issuing some kind of invitation.

Feng Shayan could vaguely sense the invitation from a cold Taoist nun through the true energy in the wooden sign.

This invitation was naturally not for her, but for the original owner of the wooden sign, Mo Yu!

She bit the unlit cigarette, frowned slightly, and a strange ripple arose in her heart.

"Da! Da!" Feng Shayan fiddled with the lighter unconsciously, holding the cigarette in her mouth for a long time, without lighting or throwing it away.

She felt that she might be overthinking it. Mo Yu was not the kind of person who liked to flirt with other women. Even her, if it weren't for the accident and her initiative, he probably wouldn't have accepted her even if she was given to him for free.

But at this moment, the scene of Mo Yu kissing Chen Duo that night emerged uncontrollably in her mind.

That scene was like a lump in her throat, making Feng Shayan feel a sense of unease. She scratched her white hair irritably and tossed her unsmoked cigarette into the nearby trash can with a soft "pop" sound.

Feng Shayan knew that her current mood was very abnormal, but knowing that her emotions were wrong, she could adjust her mentality. Even if she was not a saint, she could be considered a wise man.

Lao Tzu commented: He who conquers himself is strong.

But she obviously hasn't reached that level yet.

Fortunately, she had a fixed solution every time she encountered this problem. She took out her phone from the car, swiped her fingertips across the screen a few times, hesitated for a moment, and finally dialed the number.

"Hello, Dad." Feng Shayan's voice was low and a little tired.

On the other end of the phone, Feng Zhenghao listened quietly to his daughter's confession, his tone still calm and without any fluctuations: "You are afraid and feel insecure, right?"

There was no beating around the bush, no consolation. His words were as precise as a scalpel, dissecting Feng Shayan's emotions to the bone. She bit her lip, lowered her head, and remained silent. Her spine seemed to be bent by an invisible weight, and even her breathing became heavier.

"If one's virtue is unworthy of one's position, there will be residual disaster." Feng Zhenghao's voice continued, steady yet penetrating with a sharp insight. "The 'residual disaster' here doesn't refer to the consequences of incompetence, but the discomfort you feel sitting in this position."

"It's like my chairman's chair. Everyone wants to sit in it, but when they actually do, it's like sitting on pins and needles. It's a good thing to recognize your own shortcomings; at least it can push you forward."

All the memories of her time with Mo Yu emerged in Feng Shayan's mind. Her head lowered lower and lower, her fingertips unconsciously scratching the paint on the front of the car, leaving a tiny scratch with her nails.

If at the beginning, when Mo Yu first showed his talent, she could still think that she was on the same level as him based on her own ability and status,
When Mo Yu first showed his talent, she could still feel that she was on the same level as him, relying on her own abilities and status. But on the night of Quan Xing's attack on the mountain, when three to five hundred Quan Xing aliens died at Mo Yu's hands, she began to feel an invisible distance, and gradually lost the courage to even look up at him.

And when Mo Yu didn't even bother to act and just started cheating, he recovered from his half-disabled body overnight, and completed the first level of the third level of Rebirth within three days of re-cultivating his scattered power. His cultivation level was even better than the night when Quan Xing attacked the mountain.

That kind of speed and talent can no longer be described as "strong"!

When Feng Shayan faced him, she always had the illusion of being in front of legends like Zhang Sanfeng and Lü Dongbin. Even though she was the daughter of a 300 billion listed company, she felt unworthy and ashamed when standing next to Mo Yu.

The pressure is just too much.

As for what motivation and what catching up are.

"Chasing after Mo Yu? Me? Me?" She even sneered in her heart, thinking that even thinking about this was ridiculous.

At this moment, Feng Shayan finally understood the expressions her mother and stepmother occasionally wore. Being with an excellent man might be a woman's fortune, but being with a monstrous man, the pressure he put on her, could truly crush her. She looked down at her shadow, stretched by the setting sun, and murmured, "Dad, am I... so bad?"

The voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, with a slight tremor that even Feng Shayan herself did not notice. The afterglow of the setting sun reflected in her eyes, creating a thin layer of mist.

However, just as she continued to waste time, Feng Zhenghao suddenly changed the subject:
"Silly girl, it's not that you're bad, it's that he's too unusual. But being worthy of him isn't as hard as you think. You have the first-mover advantage, so you don't need to catch up to him. You just need to be better than the women who appear next to him."

Feng Shayan was stunned, raised her head, and looked a little confused.

"Do you understand?" Feng Zhenghao's voice was as steady as a mountain. "What you really need to compare is not the difference between you and him, but the difference between you and other women. In martial arts novels, the pairing of the world's number one hero and the world's most beautiful woman is never considered unsuitable, because they're both 'number one in the world.' But if you compare the number one beauty with the number one hero, it's doubtful she can even compare to the tenth best."

"Do you understand?" Feng Zhenghao paused, his tone becoming more serious. "While facing yourself, you must also clearly see who your opponent is. If you can't see this, you will only waste time and energy."

"The opponent...is not him, it's them..."

Feng Shayan tightened her grip on the phone. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on her white hair, casting a soft glow. She bit her lower lip, her eyes gradually clearing from the mist, and whispered, "I understand... Dad, thank you."

"Silly girl, why are you saying thank you to Dad?"
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The world of Qin Dynasty.

On the top of the mountain, the Moon Goddess has been waiting for two days and three nights.

She leaned against a rugged bluestone, her purple gauze robe fluttering slightly in the night wind, and her slender figure was looming in the dim light of the morning sun.

Looking up towards the east, as the sun slowly rose, the sky was covered with a faint bright color, reflecting a hint of confusion in her cold eyes.

The wind, frost and silence of the past two days did not leave any trace of fatigue on her face. Her mysterious face, as clear and beautiful as the moon, was still as calm as water, but her heart was filled with ripples.

"What's going on?" She whispered to herself, her voice as clear as an icy spring, but with a hint of confusion. "Why hasn't Commander Han Mo, Mo Yu, arrived yet?"

The Moon Goddess raised her slender hand, her fingertips brushing across a jade pendant hanging around her waist. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and her mind was filled with thoughts.

According to the intelligence she had received and the results of that late-night divination, she had already placed the wooden plaque engraved with the words "Moon Goddess" into the package containing the gold bars. The package was for Commander Han Mo, and given his status and habits, he would definitely review it personally.

But now, two days and three nights have passed, and the mountain top is still silent, without even a trace of human beings.

The information was correct, the divination was accurate, and the wooden sign had indeed been sent out. Logically, Qin Shi Moyu should have followed the guidance of the true Qi and come here. But he didn't come!

The Moon Goddess lowered her eyes and tapped the bluestone lightly with her fingertips, the rhythm was slow but with a hint of impatience.

She did a bunch of complicated operations and waited for two days and three nights, but the person she was waiting for didn't show up, which made her look like a fool.

Was there a flaw in the intelligence? Or was there some key variable missing from the divination?
"Or..." The Moon Goddess's gaze narrowed, her clear eyes flashing with a cold light, "He saw it, but was unwilling to come?"

Although she did not fully understand Commander Han Mo's temperament, she inferred from the intelligence that this man was decisive and was by no means a coward.

If he really noticed her invitation but ignored it, it could only mean one thing - he was not interested in her presence and was even wary of her.

The Moon Goddess had never doubted her astrology; she was absolutely confident in this one point. Not to mention her sister, Yan Fei, even His Excellency Dong Huang might not be able to match her in astrology alone.

The mountain wind gradually rose, making the gauze robe rustle. The Moon Goddess's long hair fluttered slightly, revealing half of her face hidden under the gauze scarf, mysterious and cold.

She stood up and slowly walked to the edge of the cliff, overlooking the misty valley below. The rays of the morning sun shone on her, casting a lonely shadow.

"Mo Yu..." The Moon Goddess murmured the name, her tone cold and slightly gnashing, "Hmph, what a great Commander Han Mo!"

She didn't wait any longer, but turned and left.

Today is the King Han's succession ceremony, which is of vital importance to Han Mo. Qin Shimoyu has been planning this for a long time and it is impossible for her to come and see her at this time.

In other words, she, the Moon Goddess of the Yin-Yang School, not only failed to invite anyone, but also foolishly stood on the mountain blowing the northwest wind for two days and three nights.

If this matter were to get out, especially if her sister knew about it... Yue Shen shook her head to suppress this terrible idea.

Absolutely don't do that!

This must not happen!!
(End of this chapter)