Simultaneous Time Travel: Only I am left dead?

Zhu Chongba? Working for the Ming Cult?

It turns out that this fat man was actually Zhu Yuanzhang, the future emperor of the Ming Dynasty who would later dominate the world.

You really can't tell.

The thought that he had somehow gotten the future emperor's bodyguards for free made Chen Yi feel a sense of absurdity.

Shaking his head, Chen Yi also started walking down the mountain.

He had already taken away many of the souls in this place.

The girl in white stood tall and silent, her lips pressed tightly together, her fists clenched, staring intently at Chen Yi's back, as if she wanted to etch this scene vividly into her memory.

Not long after.

The general leading the vanguard of the Yuan army has already broken through the gates of the mountain stronghold.

However, when the Yuan general, his face contorted with murderous intent and ready to unleash a massacre, led his men into the square, all the Yuan soldiers froze, as if someone had grabbed them by the neck.

There were no shouts of killing, no resistance, only hundreds of bandit corpses scattered on the ground, their deaths extremely bizarre and without a single scratch.

The general was horrified, his eyes frantically searching the hall until he saw the somewhat dirty but still noble-looking girl standing beside the wooden stake, and only then did he feel relieved.

"Princess! Your subordinate is too late to save you, I deserve to die!" The general knelt down immediately, and the hundreds of Yuan soldiers behind him also knelt down in unison.

The young girl, or rather, Zhao Min.

He straightened his clothes slightly, and his authoritative eyes swept over the crowd, showing no fear whatsoever among the kidnappers.

She ignored the Yuan soldiers kneeling on the ground, and made no mention of the origin of the corpses scattered on the ground.

The Yuan general led in a magnificent white horse, and Zhao Min mounted it with swift and heroic movements.

Just as she was about to turn her horse around and go down the mountain, Zhao Min suddenly pulled on the reins.

She sat high on the horse's back, turned her head, and a ray of moonlight shone on her face, which, even covered in dust, could not conceal her radiant and beautiful features.

Her eyes, as clear as autumn water, gazed intently in the direction Chen Yi had left not far away, and the image of that celestial being in her heart grew wildly at that moment.

"Two people, a burly man and a scholar in white, find me all the information about them."

"Don't be rude!"

The girl's voice was clear and crisp, carrying the straightforwardness, boldness, and undeniable strength of a child of the grasslands. After leaving behind those three words, she flicked her whip and rode away in a cloud of dust, surrounded by hundreds of Yuan soldiers.

Several months later.

At the foot of Wudang Mountain.

"Hey, have you heard? The six major sects have besieged Wudang Mountain, determined to force Zhang Cuishan and his wife to hand over the whereabouts of Xie Xun, the Golden-Haired Lion King!"

"Excellent! Truly, karma is a wheel! Xie Xun, the Golden-Haired Lion King, is cruel and tyrannical, killing countless innocent people. Zhang Cuishan and his wife, who protected him, are no better. Well done, Six Major Sects!"

"What a load of rubbish! You really think the six major sects are all good people? They're clearly after Xie Xun's Dragon-Slaying Saber!"

"The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber, who can rival them? Legend says that whoever obtains this sword and saber will dominate the martial arts world!"

"Isn't Zhang Sanfeng still at Wudang? Have they lost their minds?"

"With so many people, even Zhang Sanfeng couldn't do anything about it..."

"Didn't I hear there was an immortal who emerged from Wudang Mountain?"

"These are all rumors, we don't know if they're true or false..."

In the teahouse, guests chatted and joked while drinking tea.

Chen Yi silently drank the coarse tea in his hand, then got up and walked up the mountain.

at the same time.

On the square in front of the Zhenwu Hall at Wudang Mountain.

The atmosphere was extremely heavy, as if even the air itself was about to freeze.

The leaders of the six major sects and hundreds of elite disciples, armed with weapons, surrounded the Wudang sect members with murderous intent.

Abbot Kongwen of Shaolin Temple, wielding his nine-ringed staff, stepped forward from the crowd and loudly chanted a Buddhist prayer: "Amitabha! Master Zhang, your disciple Zhang Cuishan has married a demoness from the Demonic Sect and even swore brotherhood with the ruthless Golden-Haired Lion King Xie Xun. Today, heroes from all over the world have gathered at Wudang to seek justice. We implore Master Zhang to reveal Xie Xun's whereabouts!"

Abbess Miejue, gripping the Heaven-Slaying Sword, her face as cold as frost, coldly echoed, "Master Zhang, does your Wudang Sect intend to protect that treacherous member of the Demonic Sect and make enemies of the entire martial arts world?!"

Zhang Sanfeng, dressed in a Tai Chi Taoist robe, with white hair and beard, stood quietly on the steps of the main hall.

Faced with the aggressive advances of the heroes of the world, the centenarian's eyes remained calm and still, as if the six masters before him were nothing more than chickens and dogs.

......

Faced with the aggressive questioning from the six major sects, Zhang Sanfeng showed no sign of backing down.

This centenarian martial arts master, who founded the Tai Chi lineage, simply stood with his hands behind his back, his white beard fluttering slightly in the mountain breeze, and his seemingly cloudy eyes revealed an aura of domineering arrogance.

"Hehe." Zhang Sanfeng chuckled lightly. His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present, causing many of the weaker disciples from the six major sects to experience a surge of qi and blood.

"Master Kongwen, Abbess Miejue, I have already made myself very clear. I am determined to protect my disciple Cuishan and his wife." Zhang Sanfeng's tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable firmness. "If you have the guts, just attack directly. Why bother with so many high-sounding excuses?"

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere in the Zhenwu Hall square instantly plummeted to freezing point.

Ironically, not a single one of the hundreds of elites from the six major sects, including Shaolin, Emei, and Kunlun, dared to draw their swords and step forward in the face of Zhang Sanfeng's blatant challenge!

The muscles on Abbess Miejue's icy face twitched slightly, and her knuckles turned white as she gripped the Heaven-Slaying Sword, yet she remained rooted to the spot, not daring to move.

Abbot Kongwen's face turned extremely ugly, and he took half a step back.

Everyone knows that Zhang Sanfeng is the greatest in the world, and his glory in the Jiazi Demon-Slaying Ceremony is still vivid in people's minds.

Anyone who dares to be the first to take Zhang Sanfeng's first move, even if they are one of the top sect leaders, will definitely be either killed or seriously injured!

This is the invincible power of Master Zhang, who single-handedly subdued an entire sect. Even when surrounded, he showed no sign of panic.

"Zhang Sanfeng! Don't be so arrogant!"

Standing beside Kong Wen, Master Kongzhi finally lost his temper and became enraged. He raised his staff and slammed it heavily on the bluestone floor, shouting fiercely but inwardly weakly:

"No matter how skilled you are in martial arts, you can't possibly kill us all before you run out of internal energy!"

After Kongzhi said this, the confidence of the six major sects fluctuated. The other sect leaders also looked at Kongzhi with strange eyes, wondering whether he was encouraging the others or boosting the morale of others.

"There's no need for further words; all of you are welcome to come up and try..."

Zhang Sanfeng spoke calmly, about to take a step forward.

But just then...

"Tick-tock—"

A drop of dew, seemingly from nowhere, landed on the bluestone slab, making a crisp sound in the square.

Zhang Sanfeng paused, turned around in surprise, and looked up.

The six major sects were puzzled by Zhang Sanfeng's reaction and followed his gaze.

When everyone's eyes were focused on the towering eaves of the Zhenwu Hall, the air seemed to freeze at that moment.

Suddenly, a figure appeared there.

On the towering eaves of the Zhenwu Hall, a white-clad figure appeared out of nowhere. He casually sat down, one hand on his knee, the other holding a wine jug, and tilted his head back to drink.

They didn't care at all how many eyes were watching them.

What kind of posture is that?

He wore a wide, pristine white robe, untouched by any dust, and his long, ink-black hair was simply tied up with a wooden hairpin, letting the mountain winds blow it away.

One can't help but exclaim in admiration: What a fine young man! So spirited and dashing!

The square fell silent until Zhang Sanfeng stepped forward, cupped his hands in greeting, and said:

"I am Zhang Sanfeng, and I have met the immortals who have ascended to heaven."

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent.

Everyone present unanimously recalled the sensational rumor that had spread from Wudang Mountain a few months ago.

In that suffocating silence, someone in the crowd, trembling with extreme fear, squeezed out two words:

"An immortal... an immortal?!"