Simultaneous Transmigration: Freedom Across the Heavens

Looking at this dramatic scene before him, Liu Zhengfeng felt a mix of emotions.

Qu Yang held the zither, his eyes calm and unwavering, as if he had long since disregarded life and death.

The members of the Songshan Sect were filled with mixed feelings, finally understanding what it felt like to be oppressed by power.

Ding Mian and Lu Bai were ashen-faced, while Fei Bin was even paler and sweating profusely.

Just as the stalemate was at hand, another voice rang out, "Commander, what a magnificent sight!" The voice was shrill and unlike that of an ordinary person.

Upon hearing the voice, Qinglong frowned; it was an acquaintance.

Cao Shaoqin led over a hundred agents from the Eastern Depot to surround them from the west. His expression was indifferent as he coldly swept his gaze over Ding Mian and the others, thinking, "A bunch of useless trash, they can't even handle this simple matter."

"Heh!" A cold laugh rang out, and everyone looked in the direction of the sound. They saw a man with a delicate and effeminate demeanor, like a noble young master, walking slowly from the east side—Yu Huatian from the Western Depot. Behind him, figures moved.

Bai Li looked around and quietly pulled Yue Lingshan toward Yue Buqun's location.

It's no longer safe here. The Embroidered Uniform Guard, the Eastern Depot, the Western Depot—all sorts of forces are gathered here. Be careful not to get blood splattered on your clothes when the fighting starts.

Yue Buqun and the others were now extremely uneasy; this "washing hands of the past" ceremony had truly been full of twists and turns.

From the initial internal affairs of the Five Mountains Sword Sect, to the Songshan Sect's attack, to the strong intervention of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, and now even the Eastern Depot and Western Depot have gotten involved, the situation has completely exceeded the control of the Five Mountains Sword Sect.

In the blink of an eye, these people went from watching the spectacle to becoming the spectacle themselves; it's truly an eye-opening experience.

Ning Zhongze, with her sharp eyes, spotted Bai Li and Yue Lingshan rushing over at a glance. Slightly relieved, she glanced at their clasped hands, raised her eyebrows slightly, and glared at them. Yue Lingshan, like a startled rabbit, quickly withdrew her hand and awkwardly walked to Ning Zhongze's side, feeling her face burning.

Bai Li, thick-skinned as ever, walked nonchalantly to Yue Buqun's side and whispered, "Master, something's not right. Should we gather our fellow disciples in case of unforeseen circumstances?"

Yue Buqun nodded, his gaze quickly sweeping around: "Where is your senior brother?"

"My eldest brother went drinking with his friends, and we don't know where he is now."

"snort!"

Yue Buqun was even more disappointed in Linghu Chong, who was always nowhere to be found at crucial moments. He turned his head and instructed, "If a fight breaks out later, protect Lingshan and don't let her run around."

"Don't worry, Master, I will protect my junior sister."

In the arena, the three forces argued incessantly, and the atmosphere grew increasingly tense. Ding Mian and his companions huddled silently to the side, acting like quails, not daring to utter a sound, for fear of being noticed.

Cao Shaoqin, holding a heavy sword and slamming the scabbard on the ground, glanced at the two men with a gloomy look. "The factory supervisor has a great use for this man. Liu Zhengfeng, I must take him with me."

"With the special permission of the emperor, the Western Depot can execute first and report later; they never fail in their work."

Yu Huatian toyed with the sword tassel in his hand, without even lifting his eyelids.

Qinglong remained silent, lightly tapping the top of the box with his right hand. With a click, the wooden box opened, revealing the Fourteen Forms of the Great Ming Dynasty.

His meaning was clear: everyone has connections, so arguing is pointless. Since words won't work, let's let strength do the talking.

Cao Shaoqin's expression grew increasingly impatient.

It wasn't that he didn't want to take action; it was just that before he left, the factory supervisor, Cao Huachun, had specifically instructed him to handle the matter quickly and discreetly.

They originally intended to take down Liu Zhengfeng through the Songshan Sect, but they didn't expect that the Songshan Sect was such a bunch of useless people. They dragged their feet on this matter and not only failed to take down Liu Zhengfeng, but also attracted the attention of the Embroidered Uniform Guard and the Western Depot.

Now it's impossible to keep a low profile. The thought of being punished by the factory supervisor when I go back fills me with resentment, and I wish I could go on a killing spree right away.

Cao Shaoqin's gaze shifted and landed precisely on Qu Yang. A thought flashed through his mind, and a ferocious smile appeared on his lips. "These traitors of the Demonic Sect have always opposed the imperial court. Today, I'll use you as a sacrifice to appease their spirits. Prepare to die!"

Before he could finish speaking, Cao Shaoqin made a sudden move, his toes pushing off the scabbard. The scabbard, carrying a gust of wind, shot towards Qu Yang's face. At the same time, the heavy sword grazed the ground, sparks flying everywhere, and he disappeared from the spot.

Qu Yang had not expected that the people from the Eastern Depot would attack him. In his haste, he could only use his true energy to envelop the zither and smash it against the sword sheath.

Bang! A muffled sound echoed in the air.

As his true energy erupted, Qu Yang involuntarily took two steps back, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Before Qu Yang could catch his breath, Cao Shaoqin had already appeared to his side, his heavy sword slashing straight at his shoulder.

"Brother Qu, be careful!" Liu Zhengfeng's eyes were bloodshot with rage. He wanted to help, but the Eastern Depot agents held deadly hooks and held him tightly.

At the critical moment of life and death, Cao Shaoqin suddenly caught a glimpse of silver light out of the corner of his eye. His expression changed drastically, and he abruptly changed his move, slamming his heavy sword into the ground with great force. The platform shattered, and Cao Shaoqin used the momentum to spin rapidly in the air, narrowly dodging the fatal needle.

Qu Yang took the opportunity to step back and stand next to Liu Zhengfeng. The two of them were on guard and broke out in a cold sweat. These eunuchs were all crazy and had no idea what they would do.

"Who is it?" Cao Shaoqin was furious at his failed attempt, his face so dark it looked like it could drip water.

From the moment Cao Shaoqin made his move to the moment he was forced to evade the attack, only two breaths passed. Everyone was stunned. Seeing that things had taken a new turn, they all looked up at the person who had made the move.

On the eaves of the eastern pavilion, a person was already standing there, seemingly out of nowhere.

This person was dressed in a red robe embroidered with black cloud patterns, and had an extraordinary temperament, like a goddess descended from the heavens.

Her skin was as white as jade, her face was stunningly beautiful, breathtakingly so, yet she possessed a touch of heroism. This blend of heroism and charm made her unique allure even more striking. A large red flame mark on her forehead added a touch of untamed spirit to her exquisite beauty.

"Hiss!" Everyone in the audience, regardless of age or gender, couldn't help but gasp, their eyes filled with shock.

Some couldn't help but murmur to themselves, "Such a beauty exists in this world!!"

Even Liu Zhengfeng, a man who loves happiness above all else, couldn't help but feel a sense of amazement and a feeling of urgency that time waits for no one.

He didn't see that his kindred spirit, Qu Yang, was holding the guzheng with trembling fingers.

Upon seeing this classic outfit, Bai Li had a thought flash through his mind, his expression slightly surprised, and his right hand unconsciously rested on the hilt of his sword.

Although Cao Shaoqin was a eunuch, that didn't stop him from appreciating beauty. His voice softened slightly as he asked, "May I ask who you are, young lady? And why are you helping the members of the Demonic Sect?"

The woman in red raised her eyes and swept them across the entire room. Her gaze was as clear as autumn water, yet it carried an air of arrogance that looked down upon the world. Her gaze finally settled on Qu Yang, and her voice was unique and magnetic: "Elder Qu, you traveled all the way to Hengyang City just to die?"

Qu Yang, no longer as composed as before, spoke in a hoarse voice, respectfully bowing and saying, "Qu Yang greets the Sect Leader."

The leader? Then this person must be—Dongfang Bubai!

"Hiss!" Another gasp rippled through the room.

A person's name, a tree's shadow.

The phrase "The sun rises in the east, and I alone am invincible" has been circulating in the martial arts world for ten years and has long been deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Those with courage quickly lowered their heads, not daring to look anymore; those with less courage quietly retreated, preparing to slip away, deciding it was better not to watch this spectacle.

As expected, it was Dongfang Bubai.

Bai Li's eyes flickered as he carefully observed Dongfang Bubai, his thoughts wandering: Which version of Dongfang Bubai is she? If he says she's a man, then there's the "abundant fruit on the branches" incident; if he says she's a woman, then she practices the Sunflower Manual. He can't just ask directly, that would be too impolite.

"Dongfang Bubai is actually a woman!"

Master Dingyi was taken aback and said, "The Five Mountains Sword Technique has been fighting with the Demonic Sect for many years, but there has never been any news like this before."

Master Tianmen's expression was solemn as he explained in a low voice, "Since taking the position of leader of the Demonic Sect, Dongfang Bubai has not been active in the martial arts world for ten years. Even within the Demonic Sect, very few people know about her. It's normal that our spies planted in the Demonic Sect are not high-ranking enough to access her information."

Upon hearing the name Dongfang Bubai, Yue Buqun stood with Ning Zhongze and instructed his disciples to prepare for an immediate retreat. When facing the leader of the Demonic Sect, no amount of caution was excessive.