Simultaneous Transmigration: We Level Up Alone Across Multiple Worlds

The lid of the bronze furnace was blown off by a surge of sword energy from the inside out, and three flying swords emerged from the furnace opening one after another.

The sword trembled slightly, emitting a soft hum.

Chen Chen extended his right hand.

Three swords flew over at the same time, their hilts facing outwards, slowly rotating around his palm. The sword light, a blend of white and deep blue, reflected on his face, flickering uncertainly.

"It's done. Let's call it... Ze Shui San Yin Sword."

He put the flying sword into the sword case.

The thousand-year-old frostwood sheath made a muffled sound as the flying sword was sheathed, and cold air seeped out from deep within the wood grain, condensing into a thin layer of frost on the surface of the sheath.

The frost color vanished in an instant, absorbed back into the wood grain by the warming array inside the box.

The three swords nestled securely into the grooves, their blades gleaming through the layers of cold, dark wood, casting three faint lines on the dark surface of the case.

Chen Chen turned the sword box over and leaned it against the stone table.

Someone was approaching from outside the cave.

Chen Chen laid the sword box flat and stood up. A woman's voice came from outside the cave entrance.

"Junior Nephew Chen? If you're here, open the door."

Nangong Que stood outside the door with his arms crossed.

With a smile on her face, her gaze swept over his shoulder and around the cave, finally settling on the red bronze incense burner on the stone table. The lid of the burner was still embedded in a crack in the cave ceiling.

"The stove lid exploded." She raised an eyebrow.

"Greetings, Uncle-Master." Chen Chen stepped aside to make way for the doorway.

"I'm currently refining my natal magic weapon and don't have time to tidy up."

"No need for such formalities."

Nan Gongque waved his hand and stepped into the cave.

She walked to the stone table, bent down, and examined the sword case.

"A thousand-year-old cold-shade wood?"

"The trigram Dui above Kan below? A lake over water, trapped; if not trapped, it will not kill."

"That's a good divination. There are quite a few Core Formation cultivators in the Hidden Moon Sect who refine their own natal magic weapons, but you're the first to use the Kun hexagram as the foundation for your sword."

Nangong Que took out a jade pendant from his sleeve and handed it over.

The character "尘" (dust) is engraved on the back of the jade plaque.

"Elder's Token. From today onwards, you are a Core Formation Elder of the Hidden Moon Sect. You may move your cave dwelling to the main peak."

Chen Chen accepted the jade token, and Nangong Que's eyes flickered slightly.

'This guy's magical power is so stable, is he really only in the early stage of Core Formation?'

"A few days ago, some of my fellow disciples mentioned you in the hall. You entered the sect at sixteen, possessing both metal and water spiritual roots, and it took you from Foundation Establishment to Core Formation..." She tilted her head and calculated.

"It's almost twice as fast as my Yin'er. Back when Nangong Wan reached the Core Formation stage, it was about this fast."

"Back at the Ascension Ceremony, if I hadn't whispered something in Wan'er's ear, you and she might have missed your chance. You know what kind of person she is..."

Nangong Que paused for a moment. Chen Chen clasped his hands and bowed, saying, "Thank you for your guidance back then, Martial Uncle."

"You're welcome."

"Your master-disciple relationship with Wan'er is your own good fortune; I was just mentioning it casually. Over the years, I've watched you advance from Foundation Establishment to Core Formation, mastering cultivation techniques, weapon crafting, and formations without neglecting anything—that's all thanks to your own hard work."

Nangong Que stood up and walked around the cave.

She pressed her palm against the stone wall, and the cold light of the spiritual light array leaked out from between her fingers.

"Although I've never shown favoritism among my disciples, the Hidden Moon Sect has had fewer newly promoted elders in recent years, and it's not easy to find someone capable. Your master is currently in the forbidden area and can't help you, so if you need anything, just come to me. I'll reserve your cave dwelling on the main peak for now..."

"This disciple plans to go down the mountain in the next few days."

Nangong Que thought for a moment and then stopped asking.

"I'm gone."

The rustling of the bamboo grove drowned out the footsteps.

After daybreak, remove the spiritual light array from the futon and take the red copper furnace off the earth vein fire and put it back into the storage bag.

The cracks on the furnace lid from the impact cannot be repaired; we can only wait until we go to the Chaotic Star Sea to find materials to recast it.

Before leaving the sect, I went to the Elders' Hall again.

The procedure was so simple that there were only two steps: make a note in the dossier that it was "traveling abroad" and receive a jade token used exclusively by the elders of the Hidden Moon Sect.

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……

Three days later, the night fell and the capital of Yue Kingdom spread out beneath Chen Chen's feet.

"Heading towards the Yue Kingdom" was the vague statement Chen Chen made before leaving; only he knew his true destination.

The latter half of the Void Heaven Remnant Map and the Xuan Yin Scripture Fragment are also there.

The lights on the city wall formed intermittent bands of light in the night, and the guards at the main gate of the imperial city paced back and forth, holding long halberds.

Chen Chen swept directly over the city wall from high above, without the mortal guards even noticing the wind overhead.

With his divine sense spreading out, the entire structure of the palace unfolded into a gray net-like map in his sea of ​​consciousness. The Golden Palace, the inner palace, the imperial study, the treasure vault, every corridor and every dark room appeared one by one under the scan of his divine sense.

An abnormal yin energy was surging beneath the Golden Palace.

The yin energy was very faint, but his spiritual strength was close to that of a Nascent Soul cultivator. To him, the yin energy was as glaring as ink dripping onto white paper.

The lingering scent of blood sacrifice...

Black Fiend Cult.

The emperor of Yue was infiltrated by the Black Fiend Cult, or rather, he was the leader of the Black Fiend Cult himself.

The Void Heaven Remnant Map and the Xuan Yin Scripture Fragment were in his hands. These two items came from Ji Xuan, a disciple of Xuan Gu Shangren. Ji Xuan left them here after escaping from the Chaotic Star Sea to Tiannan.

It turns out that they obtained these two items by killing the Yue Emperor during the operation to wipe out the Black Fiend Cult.

Chen Chen descended and landed on the plaza in front of the Golden Palace.

The bluestone floor tiles made a dull thud on the soles of the shoes.

The palace doors were tightly shut, with only a faint candlelight shining through. Two eunuchs on night duty were dozing off against the doorposts.

When Chen Chen walked past them, neither of them reacted; their breathing didn't even falter.

The dragon throne inside the hall was empty.

He probed his divine sense beneath the dragon throne and found a hidden door beneath the floor tiles. Behind the door was a well-maintained secret passage, with stone steps leading down several feet to a spacious underground chamber.

The concentration of yin energy in the sealed room is several times that on the ground.

Chen Chen did not look for the hidden door.

The magical power of the Xuan Shui flowed into the ground, causing the stone bricks to shatter and collapse along the path of the secret passage, with the rubble falling into the ground and creating a series of dull echoes.

In an instant, he transformed into a streak of light and arrived at the underground chamber.

Black cloths were hung on the four walls of the underground chamber, with twisted runes drawn in blood on them.

In the very center of the secret chamber stood a black cauldron, inside which remained a dark red, semi-solidified substance, emanating a putrid stench rising from its mouth. Around the cauldron were several open boxes, their lids sealed with strips that had been torn open, revealing that the spirit stones and fragments of magical artifacts inside had been rummaged through more than once.

Chen Chen glanced into the cauldron.

The traces of the blood sacrifice were still fresh, and the deceased had been dead for no more than three days.

There were sounds coming from deep within the passage on the other side of the secret room.

More than one person.

The first to rush out was a thin man wearing a purple Taoist robe, carrying a short sword shrouded in black mist, and with half of his face covered by a bronze mask.

Behind him were four Black Fiend Cult members, all wearing masks and with cultivation levels ranging from mid to late Foundation Establishment.

The man in purple robes paused when he saw the rubble in the secret chamber and Chen Chen standing by the cauldron. The eyes behind the mask swept over Chen Chen, and the pupils suddenly contracted.

Core Formation cultivator.

"No……"

Chen Chen didn't give him a chance to say a second word.

Ze Shui San Yin Sword drew one of its swords from its sheath... named: Di Sha!