Simultaneous Transmigration: The Re-merging of 99 Selves

"drive!"

Two fine horses rode against the flow of people, heading north, with Zhao Yu and Lin Chaoying riding on their backs.

Their figures stood out conspicuously in the fleeing crowd, attracting the attention of those around them.

However, while they were fleeing for their lives, no one had time to be curious.

However, there are always kind-hearted people in the world.

"Young master, young lady! Don't go any further!" an old man shouted at the top of his lungs.

"There are Jurchen soldiers ahead! Hundreds of Jurchens have attacked from the north, burning, killing, and looting everywhere! Going any further means certain death!"

Zhao Yu, still on horseback, simply waved his hand behind him: "Don't worry, old man, we're here to resolve this matter! Soon everyone will be able to go home!"

Watching the two figures disappear into the distance, the old man had no idea they could turn the tide.

He sighed heavily, shook his head, and quickened his pace southward while holding his grandson.

The further north Zhao Yu and his group went, the fewer refugees they encountered, and the stronger the stench of blood became in the air. Corpses could be seen lying dead on the roadside from time to time.

After walking about two more miles, they heard the sound of horses' hooves and arrogant laughter and curses from ahead.

A dozen or so Jin cavalrymen were surrounding a peddler who had fallen to the ground, whipping him with their horsewhips, snatching the cargo box from his back, and throwing the silk and cloth inside all over the ground.

The Jin soldier in charge, a centurion with a hideous scar on his face, stepped on the peddler's chest, grinning as he prepared to swing his sword down.

Just then, a white shadow flashed by like a ghost.

Zhao Yu's movements were so fast that they were almost invisible. His left hand reached out lightly, and with a clang, the steel knife in the centurion's hand was gone.

Baihu was stunned and before he could react, Zhao Yu's right palm had already struck his chest.

Yangguan Sandie!

The centurion, dressed in full armor, was struck by Zhao Yu's palm, but it was as if he had been hit by a sledgehammer. He was sent flying backward and crashed into a large tree by the roadside with a "bang".

He spat out a mouthful of blood, which slid to the ground, and he immediately lost all ability to resist.

Upon seeing this, the remaining Jin soldiers drew their scimitars and charged forward with howling cries.

Lin Chaoying drew her longsword and rushed forward, the sword light blooming like a plum blossom in winter.

With a cold expression, each of her sword strikes precisely pierced the throats of the Jin soldiers, causing blood to gush out, adding to her fierce beauty.

In the blink of an eye, three Jin soldiers fell from their horses.

Zhao Yu swayed and charged into the Jin soldiers.

The Tianshan Six Yang Palms were unleashed in rapid succession, the palm wind light and graceful, yet carrying an overwhelming and unstoppable power.

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, only the centurion who had been knocked away remained of the dozen or so Jin soldiers.

The centurion struggled to get up, only to find that all his bones felt like they were broken and he couldn't move at all.

He watched Zhao Yu approach step by step, his eyes filled with fear, and he mumbled in Manchu.

Zhao Yu was too lazy to waste words with him. With a flick of his finger, several wisps of cold air, barely perceptible to the naked eye, shot into his body.

It is the Talisman of Life and Death.

"Can you speak human language?" Zhao Yu asked in a cold voice.

The man naturally wouldn't answer honestly; he was arrogant and spewed unintelligible words, seemingly still cursing.

Zhao Yu didn't ask any more questions. He activated his internal energy and reacted in just a moment.

The centurion trembled violently, his face contorted in extreme pain.

A chilling cold, penetrating to the bone marrow, spread from his dantian throughout his body, followed by an excruciating itch, as if a million ants were gnawing at his bones.

He rolled around on the ground frantically, scratching his body, but because of the armor, he couldn't reach it, which made him even more anxious.

The power of the Life and Death Talisman was so great that even highly skilled martial artists could hardly resist it, let alone a common soldier like him.

"Tell me, how many of you came this time? Where is the main force?" Zhao Yu's voice was icy.

The centurion was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, he could only scream in agony.

Zhao Yu flicked his finger again, relieving some of his pain.

"Ahhh! I'll talk! I'll talk!" The centurion finally broke down, crying out in broken Chinese, "There are over three hundred people in total! They've split into three teams! The main force is in the village ahead! The other two teams are scattered, and I don't know where they are! We were just the vanguard, sent to scout ahead!"

Zhao Yu nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

With a casual slap on the top of the head of the centurion, he ended his suffering.

He turned to look at Lin Chaoying, who was also looking at him. Their eyes met, and without saying a word, they both understood each other's feelings.

They let the peddler escape on his own, while the two continued north, heading straight for the large contingent of Jin soldiers.

The two used their lightness skills, and in just a moment, a village appeared before them.

At this moment, the entire village was engulfed in a sea of ​​fire, with thick smoke billowing and flames shooting into the sky.

The laughter of the Jin soldiers, the screams of the people, and the crackling sounds of collapsing houses mingled together, creating a scene resembling a living hell.

Several Jin soldiers were dragging a young woman toward the fire. The woman struggled desperately and cried out for help.

A Jin soldier grinned maliciously and raised his scimitar, about to slash at her face.

"call out!"

A sword light pierced through the air, precisely striking the Jin soldier's throat.

Lin Chaoying's figure descended to earth like a fairy, landing in front of the woman.

With a swift stroke of her longsword, she sliced ​​across the throats of the other two men, giving them no further glances.

She helped the trembling woman to her feet and whispered, "Don't be afraid, it's alright now."

At the same time, Zhao Yu also rushed into the village.

He saw a Jin soldier raising his sword to slash at a child lying on the ground. His eyes turned cold, and in a flash, he was behind the Jin soldier.

With a gentle twist of her hand, Tianshan Zhemei caused the Jin soldier's neck to turn at an incredible angle, and the steel knife in her hand clattered to the ground.

He picked up the terrified, crying child, handed him to a surviving old woman nearby, and then turned and charged into the Jin soldiers.

The palm wind of the Tianshan Six Yang Palm was like a whirlwind sweeping away fallen leaves, and wherever it went, the Jin soldiers fell to the ground.

Lin Chaoying's swordsmanship remained sharp and fierce. Her figure darted through the firelight, and with each flash of her sword, a Jin soldier fell.

The sword light was like plum blossoms in winter, or pear blossoms falling in profusion—beautiful yet deadly.

However, the number of Jin soldiers was too large, and they were scattered in every corner of the village. Although the two were highly skilled in martial arts, their efficiency was ultimately limited.

Just then, several Jin soldiers spotted Lin Chaoying.

Seeing Lin Chaoying's unparalleled beauty, they immediately harbored evil intentions.

"Haha! These Han women are so pretty, let's arrest her!"

"Brothers, go! Grab her!"

Several Jin soldiers rushed forward with lewd grins, wildly waving their scimitars.

Upon hearing their words, Zhao Yu's eyes instantly turned icy cold.

He lightly touched the ground with his toes, transforming into a blur as he rushed towards the Jin soldiers.

Before they could react, Zhao Yu transformed his palm into a claw and swept it across their heads.

With a few sharp cracking sounds, the necks of the Jin soldiers were all snapped, and their bodies fell limply to the ground.

Zhao Yu glanced at the corpses on the ground, then at the Jin soldiers still rampaging around him, and frowned slightly.

This method of killing is far too inefficient.