Simultaneous Transmigration: The Re-merging of 99 Selves

Chapter 92 Yue Buqun Rescues Him

Upon hearing Luo Renjie's words, Daoist Tiansong's expression gradually turned serious.

He sized Zhao Yu up and down, then said in a deep voice, "Is what Young Hero Luo said true? Did you really kill Sect Leader Yu of the Qingcheng Sect?"

"So what if it is?" Zhao Yu said without looking up. "In the martial world, it's all about killing each other. If you're going to be in the martial world, you have to be prepared to be killed. Yu Canghai coveted the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual of Fuwei Escort Agency and planned to wipe out the entire family. He was outmatched and I killed him. What's so strange about that?"

"You're talking nonsense!" Luo Renjie shrieked. "It was clearly you who coveted the sword manual, killed my master, and tried to frame us."

Daoist Tiansong frowned even more deeply.

He has always hated evil and despised such bullying behavior.

Moreover, Yu Canghai was, after all, the head of a sect. To have him killed by an unknown junior was, in his eyes, a disgrace to a prestigious sect.

He pondered for a moment, then said to Zhao Yu, "Young hero, this matter is of utmost importance. I, on behalf of the Mount Tai Sect, guarantee that you hand over the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual so that our Five Mountains Sword Sects may jointly safeguard it. Once the truth is ascertained, we will naturally return the manual to the Fuwei Escort Agency."

"If you truly have a valid reason, we will absolutely not make things difficult for you; otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?" Zhao Yu finally raised his head, interrupting him.

What he hated most was self-righteous senior figures in the martial arts world like Tiansong, who, without understanding anything, put on an air of superiority and arbitrarily judged others.

Daoist Tiansong's face darkened: "Otherwise, your act of killing a sect leader and stealing someone else's secret manual will surely arouse the indignation of the righteous sects of the martial world. At that time, heroes from all over the world will rise up against you, and you will have no way to escape."

"Public outrage?" Zhao Yu scoffed, putting down his chopsticks. "A muddle-headed old man dares to threaten me here. Sentencing is the prerogative of the imperial court; when did it become your place to dictate things?"

Now that he is the emperor of the Song Dynasty, what he disapproves of most is the behavior of chivalrous people who use martial arts to break the law.

People's views will naturally change depending on their position; this is the principle that one's stance is determined by their position.

"You...you're utterly stubborn!" Chi Baicheng jumped up and down in anger. "Master, what's the point of talking to someone like this? Let's take him down first!"

Luo Renjie added fuel to the fire, saying, "That's right, Daoist Tiansong. Although this villain's martial arts are high, we outnumber him and we can definitely take him down."

He forgot that there were many more of them back in Fuzhou.

Perhaps, subconsciously, he still believed that Zhao Yu would not dare to resist. After all, this was the Five Mountains Sword Sect, a top sect that could once rival Wudang and Shaolin. Who would dare to underestimate it?

Zhao Yu's eyes turned cold as he looked at Luo Renjie, who was beaming with pride.

Luo Renjie felt a chill in his heart and instinctively wanted to hide behind Daoist Tiansong.

But he was still a step too slow.

With a flick of his finger, Zhao Yu sent a drop of tea flying out of the teacup.

To everyone's astonishment, the drop of tea condensed in mid-air into a crystal-clear ice needle, which shot straight into Luo Renjie's forehead.

Luo Renjie's smug expression froze instantly, and a blush slowly crept across his brow.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but couldn't utter a single word. The next moment, he fell straight down and died.

"You!" Daoist Tiansong was furious. He stood up abruptly and drew the long sword from his back.

"You dare to commit murder right in front of me? You are truly audacious! If I do not act on behalf of Heaven today, how will I have the face to stand in the martial world!"

Zhao Yu smiled faintly: "This man has a righteous way of dying. Sending him down to reunite with his master and senior brothers is a good thing."

"Let's apprehend you first, then we'll question you!"

Daoist Tiansong let out a soft shout, brandished his longsword, and used the move "Soaring Mountains Across the Sky" to thrust straight at Zhao Yu.

The swordplay was steady as a mountain, carrying a fierce and powerful aura.

Zhao Yu sat in the chair without moving an inch, casually picked up a bamboo chopstick from the table, and gently blocked it.

Tian Song Daoist felt a tremendous force coming from the sword, which made his tiger's mouth go numb and the long sword almost flew out of his hand.

He was greatly shocked, never expecting that this seemingly refined young man would have such profound inner strength.

He dared not be careless. With a flick of his wrist, his sword technique suddenly changed, and he slashed down at Zhao Yu's head once again.

Zhao Yu remained seated, his bamboo chopsticks dancing like nimble snakes, precisely blocking every sword strike from Tian Song Dao Ren.

In just a few moves, Daoist Tiansong was already covered in sweat and breathing rapidly.

His swordplay grew faster and faster, yet he was still unable to break through Zhao Yu's defense.

While calmly parrying, Zhao Yu chuckled and said, "Doesn't your Mount Tai Sect have a move called 'Eighteen Bends of Mount Tai'? Show it to me."

"That brat has gone too far!"

Daoist Tiansong's face flushed red with anger. He roared and channeled his inner energy to its limit, his longsword dancing into a ball of silver light. It was the Taishan Sect's ultimate technique, the Eighteen Bends of Taishan.

This set of sword techniques consists of eighteen moves, with the sword movements twisting and turning, progressing layer by layer, becoming more and more fierce as they progress.

Using the terrain as a metaphor for swordplay and body movements to guide sword techniques, the characteristics of the Eighteen Bends of Mount Tai, which are "higher and more dangerous the more you go," are completely transformed into the offensive and defensive rhythm of swordplay.

It perfectly corresponds to the actual terrain of Mount Tai, with "eighteen gentle sections and eighteen tight sections," and can be called the signature sword technique of the Mount Tai School.

Just as the sword strike of Daoist Tiansong was about to reach its peak, a voice full of righteousness rang out.

"Gentlemen, hold your fire!"

A slender figure suddenly appeared from the side, his long sword pointing precisely at Tian Song Dao Ren's sword, neutralizing Tian Song Dao Ren's sword strike.

Daoist Tiansong sheathed his sword and retreated. Upon seeing who it was, he roared, "Sect Leader Yue, why are you stopping me? Today, I will fight this villain to the death!"

The newcomer was none other than Yue Buqun, the leader of the Huashan Sect and known as the Gentleman Sword.

Yue Buqun smiled slightly and cupped his hands to Daoist Tiansong: "Brother Tiansong, please calm down. Is there some misunderstanding? Let's talk things out. Why resort to violence and ruin our harmony for no reason?"

Just then, light footsteps came from the stairs.

A girl in a pink dress ran up, followed by a pale-faced young man.

Yue Lingshan called out sweetly, "Father, Daoist Tiansong."

Looking up and seeing Zhao Yu, her eyes lit up: "That's right, isn't there some misunderstanding? Brother Zhao is a very nice person, how could he be a bad person?"

As she spoke, she winked playfully at Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu chuckled and nodded in greeting.

Immediately, Zhao Yu's gaze passed over Yue Lingshan and landed on the young man behind her.

The man was about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a handsome face, but he carried an inescapable gloom.

Looking at his figure, Zhao Yu felt that he looked familiar, as if he had met him briefly on the street that day.

At this moment, he was looking at Zhao Yu with a complicated expression, unsure of what to think.

This man was none other than Lin Pingzhi, the young head镖师 (bodyguard/escort) of the Fuwei Escort Agency.