Simultaneous Transmigration: The Re-merging of 99 Selves

When Yue Lingshan was feeling ashamed and angry, Yue Buqun, who was standing to the side, also spoke up.

His tone carried a hint of dissuasion: "Young Master Zhao, the members of the Demonic Sect are ruthless and cunning, and Sect Leader Yu of the Qingcheng Sect is also in a fit of anger. Going down now would be too dangerous. If there's anything you need to do, why not wait until their offensive subsides a bit before making any decisions?"

"I am not very talented, but I do have some reputation in the martial arts world. You can leave the matter of negotiating peace with the Qingcheng Sect to me. After defeating the demonic sect, I will ensure your safety."

It must be admitted that Yue Buqun's great reputation is inseparable from his skill in managing his own image.

Anyone who heard this would think that Yue Buqun was genuinely looking out for Zhao Yu, displaying the true demeanor of a gentleman.

However, while he spoke words of concern, he was actually making rapid calculations in his mind.

Zhao Yu's actions are too strange. First, he instigated the Qingcheng Sect and the Sun Moon Divine Sect to fight each other, and now he wants to get involved himself. What exactly is he planning?

As far as Yue Buqun knows, all the forces in Fuzhou City are now after the Evil-Slaying Sword Manual, including himself and the Qingcheng Sect.

There are so many smart people in the world, and the news of the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual is not exactly a secret. Who can guarantee that the Sun Moon Sect and Zhao Yu are not after this item?

It would be entirely beneficial to establish a good relationship with Zhao Yu; it might even allow us to launch a surprise attack later.

Although Yue Buqun's plan was well-thought-out, Zhao Yu did not play by the rules.

"There's no other way," Zhao Yu waved his hand, somewhat nonchalantly. "Having taken their things, I have to help them out of this predicament before I can feel at ease taking them, right?"

"You took something?" Yue Lingshan's curiosity was piqued, and she quickly asked, "Whose things did you take? From the Qingcheng Sect? Or the Demonic Sect? What did you steal from them?"

Meanwhile, Yue Buqun, standing to the side, suddenly had a thought that he had kept hidden in his heart and never told anyone.

Could it be the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual?

He suddenly looked up at Zhao Yu, only to meet Zhao Yu's ambiguous smile.

In the instant that Yue Lingshan and Lao Denuo were completely unaware, Zhao Yu slightly parted his lips, and a voice as thin as a mosquito's buzz accurately entered Yue Buqun's ears—this was a secret telepathic transmission.

With Zhao Yu's skill, even if he relayed the message to Yue Lingshan and the other person in front of them, they wouldn't hear a thing.

"Sect Leader Yue, what I have is exactly what you have been longing for, and what you have traveled thousands of miles to Fuzhou to find—the Lin family's Evil-Repelling Sword Manual."

boom!

Zhao Yu's words were like a thunderclap, exploding in Yue Buqun's mind.

The calm and gentle expression he had maintained for so long vanished instantly.

His pupils suddenly contracted, his body stiffened slightly, the color drained from his face, and his eyes were filled with disbelief and uncertainty.

Evil-Repelling Sword Manual!

This was his deepest secret, unknown not only to himself but also to his wife, Ning Zhongze.

How could this young man, whom I've never met before, know this?

Because his thoughts were suddenly exposed, Yue Buqun's breathing even faltered for a moment. He subconsciously stared intently at Zhao Yu, his eyes flashing with a fierce light from time to time.

For the sake of Mount Hua, his image must not be tainted.

Zhao Yu's voice continued to ring in his ears at this moment, unhurriedly.

"Sect Leader Yue, there's no need to waste your time. If the Lin family truly knew how to practice the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual, how could Lin Zhennan's martial arts be so weak? In their hands, this sword manual would be nothing more than a piece of waste paper."

"To be honest, Sect Leader Yue, I admire you. You have the means, the cunning, and the patience, but unfortunately you lack luck and the vision. Confined to the small territory of the Five Mountains Sword Sect, scheming and fighting amongst yourselves, you will ultimately find it difficult to achieve great things."

"If you truly wish to revitalize the Huashan Sect and recreate the glory of the combined Huashan Sword Sect and Qi Sect, you might as well come to me if you have the opportunity in the future. I can point you in the right direction and offer some advice."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Yu withdrew his gaze, giving Yue Buqun no chance to react.

Ignoring Yue Lingshan's persistent questions, he lightly touched the roof ridge with his toes, and his figure suddenly transformed into a wisp of green smoke, disappearing above the roof ridge.

When the three looked again, Zhao Yu had already appeared in the arena below where the fighting was raging.

At this moment, the Qingxu Temple was already in a mess.

The ground was littered with the dead and wounded Qingcheng disciples and members of the Sun Moon Cult, their blood staining the bluestone slabs and filling the air with a heavy stench of blood.

In the arena, Yu Canghai and Tong Baixiong were locked in a life-or-death struggle.

Yu Canghai's Pine Pattern Ancient Sword was cunning and ruthless, with every move aimed at Tong Baixiong's major acupoints. The Qingcheng Sect's "Heart-Shattering Palm" was even more insidious, and the palm wind could shatter even bricks and stones wherever it passed.

But he had already lost his son and traveled all the way from Sichuan, leaving him physically and mentally exhausted.

In addition, Yu Canghai's martial arts skills were slightly inferior to Tong Baixiong's.

At this moment, he had fought Tong Baixiong for hundreds of moves, and his breathing was already disordered, with a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. He had already fallen into a disadvantageous position.

Tong Baixiong wielded his palms with fierce and domineering power, each move carrying the force to split mountains and shatter rocks, growing stronger with each battle.

He was originally a top expert of the Sun Moon Sect, and his powerful internal strength was rarely matched in the martial arts world. If he hadn't been wary of Yu Canghai's Heart-Shattering Palm, he would have defeated his opponent long ago.

Seeing that Yu Canghai's breathing was unstable, he intensified his attack, his palms carrying a whistling wind as he aimed straight for Yu Canghai's face!

However, while the two of them were fighting fiercely and Tong Baixiong had the upper hand, the situation was quite the opposite for the others.

Tong Baixiong came here to hunt down Zhao Yu, and the followers he mobilized were all skilled in hidden weapons and movement techniques, because he was worried that Zhao Yu would seize the opportunity to absorb his internal energy.

However, this naturally diminishes their ability to engage in direct combat.

Logically speaking, this is nothing unusual; within Fuzhou, these believers can travel freely without hindrance, given their abilities.

But who would have thought that they would encounter the Qingcheng Sect here? This time, in order to obtain the Evil-Slaying Sword Manual, Yu Canghai mobilized almost all of his people. With the close cooperation of the Qingcheng disciples, the followers of the Sun Moon Divine Sect suffered heavy casualties.

Just as the two groups were locked in fierce combat, a clear voice suddenly rang out in the courtyard: "You two, stop!"

Before he could finish speaking, a figure appeared between Yu Canghai and Tong Baixiong like a ghost.

Zhao Yu stood between the two men with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering even without wind.

With a casual flick of his left hand, a gentle yet incredibly powerful surge of true energy flowed out, gently deflecting Tong Baixiong's powerful palm strike to the side.

With a flick of his right finger, the wind from his finger struck Yu Canghai's sword precisely on the spine. With a resounding "hum," Yu Canghai felt a sharp pain in his hand, and the sword nearly flew out of his grasp.

He staggered back three steps before regaining his balance.

With a casual move, Zhao Yu abruptly stopped the life-or-death battle between the two masters.

The entire courtyard fell silent instantly.

Tong Baixiong steadied himself, and upon seeing the person before him, his tiger-like eyes widened instantly: "You little brat! You actually dare to come back?"