Shared Talent: Traveling through a hundred worlds simultaneously

No, what is going on?
Su Chen woke up feeling inexplicably awake.

He only remembered that he seemed to have been hit by a dump truck and then lost consciousness. Why was he in this place?

He felt completely bewildered. He subconsciously touched his head, only to find that he couldn't feel a single hair. Hmm, where is my hair?

Su Chen immediately tensed up, searching for a place to see his own reflection, but couldn't find it.

Finally, in a place that looked like a temple, he found a well and saw his own reflection in the well water; he had become a monk.

He was stunned, especially since he was a young monk.

He looks much younger than before.

No, how did I become a monk?
He was taken aback, but then he found fragments of his memories about monks surfacing. He was a monk who was born stupid but was persistent in his training. The monks in the story believed that he had wisdom and that he was the kind of person who could achieve enlightenment.

Boy, what is this?
He thought for a moment, then thought of his own abbot's name, as well as some familiar rumors about the martial arts world and sects. This seemed to be a familiar world in his memory, a world of supreme power.

He felt a strange sense of shock and excitement, realizing that he had entered such a world, and he thought of the protagonist's penchant for showing off.

What a coincidence! He also loves to show off, especially in front of the protagonist. But showing off requires real skill.

Driven by a desire for strength, he began practicing some boxing techniques from his memory, and he even recited the Tai Chi he had learned in his previous life. As long as it was useful, he didn't care which style of boxing it came from.

To his surprise, he was extremely talented and quickly mastered the skills in less than a day.

He felt his strength improve by leaps and bounds, and the hair on his head gradually grew out, turning him into a young master with long, flowing hair. The white monk's robe he wore made him look exceptionally dashing and unrestrained.

Just then, he was suddenly pulled into a place.

Before Su Chen could fully recover from the dizzying sensation of shifting light and distorted space, he found himself in a strange and vast, empty square.

The square was paved with cold, bluish-gray boulders, surrounded by mist, with stars twinkling in the distance, as if one were in a corner of the cosmos.

An indescribable ancient and mysterious atmosphere permeated the air.

He quickly looked around and saw dozens of figures appearing around him, men, women, young and old, dressed in different clothes, clearly from different sects and regions.

Their faces were mostly filled with the same bewilderment, vigilance, and horror as his had just shown.

Huh, what's going on? Why are there so many people? Could it be that I'm not on the same train as the main character?

That would mean much less fun, but with so many people, it shouldn't be too difficult, right?

Is it intentionally making things difficult for yourself?
Su Chen subconsciously touched the top of his head, but what he touched was no longer smooth scalp, but thick, smooth long hair.

He felt certain that the changes in his body brought about by the essence of Tai Chi and the techniques of this world were real, not an illusion.

He was still wearing that spotless white robe, his posture upright, his long hair as black as ink, swaying slightly in the wind. Coupled with the calm and transcendent temperament that naturally emanated from his sudden increase in strength, he stood out from the crowd of terrified people, appearing exceptionally outstanding.

Just as he was secretly assessing his surroundings and the strength of others, a particularly intense gaze caught his attention.

He was a young monk.

He was not very old, looking only fifteen or sixteen years old, with a still childish face, and his bald head was somewhat dazzling in the dim light.

He was dressed in a simple gray monk's robe, which contrasted sharply with Su Chen's dashing and debonair demeanor.

At this moment, the little monk stared wide-eyed at Su Chen, his expression incredibly complex—a mixture of bewilderment at the prospect of danger, fear of the unknown, but above all, an almost overflowing, undisguised shock and…envy.
Su Chen felt that the little monk looked familiar, especially in the depths of his eyes. Besides the slight bewilderment that belonged to a boy of that age, there seemed to be a glimmer of light that was different from the surrounding natives, a light that belonged to a transmigrator.

A thought flashed through his mind: Meng Qi?

No way, if it's that little monk, why are there so many people this time?
Is it because he doesn't have his own story in the original work?
Meng Qi's mouth was slightly open. His gaze slid from Su Chen's handsome face, which was almost unreal, to his flowing white clothes, then to his thick, long hair that countless girls envied, and finally back to his face.

The young monk's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and a tidal wave of emotions surged within him:

"What the hell?! What kind of international joke is this?! They're both monks, how can the difference between them be greater than the difference between a human and a dog?"

Meng Qi felt like his eyes were about to be blinded. "This style is wrong! Is this guy the male lead who ran off from some fantasy movie set?"

His aura, his appearance, his outfit… the way he stands there makes the rest of us look like extras in a beggar's guild!

He subconsciously touched his smooth, round head, then tugged at his dusty, shapeless monk's robe, a feeling of grief and indignation welling up within him.

"Why should I be treated this way! I was born into this world as a novice monk with no talent, spending my days carrying water, chopping wood, and reciting scriptures, and I've lost every single hair on my head!"
He, on the other hand, with his flowing long hair and snow-white clothes, was absolutely flamboyant! The key point is... he was also damn handsome and had such a great presence!

How can I, a future king of show-offs who aspires to become a white-robed sword immortal, bear this?!

Just as Meng Qi was internally ranting, the beautiful and refined girl next to him, Jiang Zhiwei, who carried a long sword, also noticed Su Chen.

A hint of pure admiration flashed in her eyes as she whispered to Meng Qi, "Little monk, look at that young master. He has an extraordinary bearing and seems to have quite a high level of cultivation."

Hearing this, Meng Qi felt as sour as if he had swallowed a lemon. He forced a smile, but inwardly he was wailing, "I'm doomed! Even Jiang Zhiwei is attracted! This girl is definitely here to steal the show! What happened to me being the main character?"

Su Chen took in Meng Qi's ever-changing expressions—sometimes envious, sometimes indignant, sometimes trying to remain calm—and was almost certain that this was Meng Qi, the protagonist with an extremely rich inner life.

Seeing the future "Emperor Yuan" who would be all-powerful and arrogant, looking so frustrated and envious now, Su Chen couldn't help but smile slightly.

Hmm, it seems that my image has had a greater impact on the protagonist's young mind than I expected.

Just then, perhaps as the mission guidance of the Six Paths of Reincarnation began, an invisible pressure descended, causing some restlessness among the crowd.

A few impatient or ill-intentioned individuals seemed to want to test the waters of those around them, their gazes sweeping around menacingly. Eventually, one of them set their sights on Su Chen, who appeared to be the most "outstanding."

A burly man wielding a ghost-head saber grinned maliciously, stepped forward, and with a whistling sound, slashed straight at Su Chen's face, shouting, "Pretty boy, pretending to be a ghost!"

The blow was powerful and heavy, causing the people around to gasp in surprise.

However, in Su Chen's eyes, the speed and trajectory of this strike were as clear as if they were in slow motion.

He even had a moment to glance at Meng Qi, only to see Meng Qi also looking over nervously, his eyes filled with not only vigilance against danger but also a hint of... anticipation to see him make a fool of himself.
Su Chen chuckled inwardly, but remained as still as a mountain. Only when the blade was about to strike did he subtly shift his body like a ghost, and the sure-fire strike grazed his clothes without severing a single hair.

At the same time, he casually extended his right hand, his index and middle fingers together, and flicked the side of the blade with seemingly slow but actually incredibly precise movements.

"clang!"

A clear and melodious sound of metal clashing rang out.

The burly man felt an overwhelming, supple yet powerful force emanating from the blade. His tiger's mouth instantly split open, his entire arm went numb and sore, and the ghost-headed blade flew out of his hand, tracing an arc in the air before crashing to the ground some distance away with a thud.

The whole process was smooth and effortless.

Su Chen didn't even move an inch. His white clothes were still as white as snow, his long hair fluttered in the wind, and his posture was extremely elegant. It was as if he had not just defused a dangerous attack, but simply brushed a speck of dust off his clothes.

"hiss--"

A collective gasp immediately filled the air.

Those who had previously harbored other thoughts immediately abandoned them, their eyes filled with fear and awe.

Meng Qi stared wide-eyed, inwardly screaming, "Holy crap! Defeating an enemy with a flick of the finger? So easy? That was a perfect display of skill... I give it full marks! That technique, that posture... that's the template a transmigrator should have! Why am I not like that?!"

Looking at Su Chen's figure standing alone in the arena, bathed in the envious gazes of everyone, and then looking at his own drab monk's robe and bald head, a sense of desolation, described as "comparison is the thief of joy," instantly overwhelmed his fragile young heart, which had only recently transmigrated.

Su Chen slowly withdrew his stance, his gaze meeting Meng Qi's again. He clearly saw the complex emotions in Meng Qi's eyes, a mixture of shock, envy, and a barely perceptible sense of "why did fate create both Zhou Yu and Zhuge Liang?"

He chuckled to himself, "Looks like this future 'King of Show-offs' has suffered quite a blow right now. Interesting. This world won't be boring after all."

As he discreetly observed the strength of the others, he discovered that, in his eyes, their various skills were all within his expectations.

The conclusion drawn in his mind was that his strength was no weaker than anyone else's.

His cautious reasoning ultimately led to a very smooth completion this time.

They then returned to their original location.

Unlike the original story, Su Chen stopped the girl from doing something reckless, and because there were more people involved, another person who came to Shaolin still died by doing something reckless.

Afterwards, he arrived at the palace and learned that he possessed unimaginable talent and that this place could grant him unimaginable power.

Thus, a closed loop was formed, and he decided to enjoy the happiness that this life brought him.

Most importantly, you are the protagonist of your own world, but one of the most pretentious protagonists. You are the one who dares to show off in front of him. This feeling is something you can't find anywhere else.

In the hall.

"I'm about to die. I feel like Meng Qi is in for a rough time."

"It's true that he's the main character, and it's also true that he loves to show off, but he just happened to run into us who are cheating."

"If it hadn't developed in our area, then things might have been different, and we'd have to play it safe. But now that it's developed, then we should focus on having fun."

They talked about the first girl to die in that world. To be honest, if she hadn't been the first to die, the impression wouldn't have been so deep.

There's also the character who was thought to be the female lead, but ultimately didn't become the female lead.

Snow Moon City.

When the crowds gathered in Snowmoon City, Su Chen didn't even need to show himself; the collective frenzy he sparked was a spectacle in itself.

Countless people came here in search of immortals and for their own purposes, almost bringing Snowmoon City to a standstill several times.

He himself went to Snow Moon City to see the beautiful women.

The first and third leaders of Snow Moon City are now being watched by the immortals from overseas as another leader of Snow Moon City.

Sikong Changfeng had a thought that he couldn't help but complain about: this immortal was far too audacious. No, he was an immortal, he could do whatever he wanted, and it was none of his business to tell him what to do.

But this isn't right, this isn't our territory.

He looked at the leader, who glared at him. The immortal had promised to help him resurrect those he wanted to resurrect and had even demonstrated that ability.

Besides, can we even win?
Makes sense!
Sikong Changfeng's daughter, Sikong Qianluo, came to see the immortal out of curiosity, only to find that he was a handsome man.

Su Chen pointed at Sikong Qianluo, indicating that she would serve him from now on.

Sikong Changkong was still hesitating whether to say something when his daughter was already nodding frantically, saying "Yes, yes!"

A daughter is like a tree that cannot be kept at home once she grows up; what else can he say about that?

Ye Ruoyi.

Ye Xiaoying, a famous general from the Northern Li Kingdom, is the daughter of a gentle and kind-hearted man. She is currently residing in Snow Moon City and has almost no martial arts skills that can be used to kill, but she knows the Ye family's ancestral sword dance, "Ruoyi".

Born with a strange illness, Qi Tianchen called him a person with "three souls and seven spirits" who was missing one soul. Therefore, he recuperated in Snow Moon City and lived in Jade Bamboo Pavilion most of the time.

"This is not bad either."

After Su Chen casually treated her, Baili Dongjun and Sikong Changfeng explained the other party's background.

Ye Ruoyi wanted to take the opportunity to ask about what happened back then, so she agreed.

To become a fairy maid.

Rumors about immortals gradually spread, and they became quite detailed, which delighted many forces and individuals.

If immortals prefer this approach, wouldn't they be able to curry favor with them and seek opportunities in the immortal realm? (End of Chapter)