Simultaneous Transmigration: Freedom Across the Heavens

Bai Li returned to the central hall, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said, "Master and Mistress, your disciple has not failed you."

Yue Buqun smiled broadly, raised his hand and patted his fist, his eyes showing a complex expression, seemingly gratified yet also somewhat wary.

"Well done. We, the disciples of Mount Hua, must step forward in times of crisis and demonstrate the spirit of Mount Hua."

When it comes to showing off, you're the best, Lao Yue!

Ning Zhongze simply asked him with concern if he was injured. Bai Li responded while glancing sideways at Yue Lingshan. He saw that the little girl was staring straight at him, her eyes sparkling like a lively little deer.

Seeing her expression, Bai Li felt a surge of heat in his heart, wanting nothing more than to hold her in his arms and do this, then that, but alas, as the saying goes, the occasion was inappropriate.

Ugh! This occasion is really hindering my performance.

In the courtyard, the surviving martial arts practitioners were eager to leave. Some limped, while others helped each other, and they hurriedly fled Liu's residence.

This commotion almost cost me my life. Looking at the corpses lying haphazardly in the courtyard, I couldn't help but feel fortunate. It was better than lying on the ground. Besides, I witnessed the spectacular duel between Dongfang Bubai and Bai Li. I'll have something to brag about for the rest of my life.

Master Tianmen and Abbess Dingyi each tidied up their disciples, stepped forward to offer a slight bow to Yue Buqun in congratulations, and then immediately set off back to the mountain gate.

There's no sycophancy involved; they're all respectable people who naturally understand that if they lack the ability, forcing their way in will only make others look down on them.

Everything had settled down, and the sun was already setting in the west.

In the guest room in the backyard of the Liu residence, Linghu Chong stood up unsteadily, still feeling a little dizzy, clutching a wine jar.

Feeling depressed, he went straight to the door and drank three large jars of twenty-year-old Shaoxing wine with his drinking buddies, and then lost consciousness.

Pushing open the door and walking around the courtyard, I found that there wasn't a single servant or maid in sight; all the rooms were empty, like a field ridge ravaged by locusts.

Linghu Chong scratched his messy hair. What's going on? Isn't there a banquet after the "Golden Basin Washing Hands" ceremony?

Where are they? Where have they all gone?

......

The world of Joy of Life.

"I have a little donkey, and I ride it all the time..."

"Mmm—ah—"

On the official road, a little white donkey brayed and trotted along on its four short legs with quick, shuffling steps.

The little donkey had a carrot hanging from its head, visible but unattainable, no wonder it was braying anxiously.

Bai Li leisurely rode on the back of a small donkey, humming a song as he pondered the next steps.

With her self-created unique skill... Gui Mei, she can forcibly absorb the radiation between heaven and earth, and her power is increasing by leaps and bounds. She has now reached the peak of the ninth rank, and is only one step away from becoming a grandmaster. However, this step is like an insurmountable chasm, and she really has no clue how to get there!

Well, let's just take it one step at a time.

Bai Li yawned, looking at the outline of the city in front of him. Danzhou had arrived.

Outside the Fan residence, in a secluded courtyard, Fan Xian dismissed the red-armored knights and entered alone with a knife. He pushed open the door, looking surprised, and saw Old Ha tied to a pillar with his mouth stuffed with strips of cloth.

When Old Ha saw Fan Xian, he looked nervous, gestured behind him, and whimpered.

Fan Xian turned around abruptly and saw a man in a dark blue casual robe staring at him with a cold expression. This man was Teng Zijing. He had received a secret order from the Overwatch Council to kill the traitor Fan Xian, and thus set this trap to lure Fan Xian into it.

"Did you poison the bamboo shoots?"

Teng Zijing sneered. What was there to talk about with a traitor? He spun around, his robe billowing as hundreds of throwing knives rained down from him.

"Holy crap, it's Doraemon!" Fan Xian couldn't help but exclaim, spinning around to dodge in a hurry.

The next second, the throwing knives all stopped in mid-air.

Teng Zijing stood frozen in place, staring blankly at Fan Xian. Wait, the intelligence report didn't mention that he had this ability!

"It wasn't me." Fan Xian was also surprised. Could it be that Uncle Wu Zhu had made a move?

"it's me."

Bai Li sat cross-legged on the roof, watching the two people in the room with a grin. He said, "When I saw that guy in blue tie this guy to the pillar, I knew he was planning to do something bad. I wanted to see what he was up to." He then pointed at Teng Zijing and said, "Look, I caught him red-handed."

Teng Zijing's expression changed drastically, and he immediately tried to escape, but the flying knives suspended in the air all changed direction at once, and with a whooshing sound, they surrounded Teng Zijing from 360 degrees.

"I'll go."

Fan Xian's eyes lit up with admiration, and he couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "Magneto, this is..."

Coach, I want to learn this!

Pointed at by a dense array of blades, Teng Zijing felt as if he were sitting on pins and needles, a fine layer of sweat breaking out on his face. He said, "Who are you? Why are you helping Fan Xian? And do you even know who I am?"

"I don't know, and I don't want to know."

Bai Li leaped into the courtyard, flicked his index finger, and three silver needles flew out instantly, striking Teng Zijing's three major acupoints: Qishe, Tanzhong, and Qixue. The magnetic true energy followed the silver needles to seal his meridians—the Thirteen Ghost Needles (modified).

"Alright."

Bai Li clapped his hands and said to Fan Xian, "I have sealed his meridians, so he can't use his true energy. You can interrogate him yourself."

"I'll wait for you outside." With those words, Bai Li's figure disappeared from the spot.

In the courtyard, Fan Xian stared at the empty entrance, his face full of doubt. Who was this person, and why did he help me?

Bai Li leaped and bounded, quickly moving away from the courtyard and landing in a bamboo grove.

"Come out, you've been following me since earlier."

The sound of rustling footsteps echoed through the bamboo forest. Wu Zhu emerged, his mechanical instincts locking onto Bai Li. His voice was devoid of any emotion: "Whose man are you? Why are you approaching Fan Xian?"

Bai Li looked curiously at the black cloth over Wu Zhu's eyes, knowing that there was laser light under the cloth. He was very curious about its power, but since he was not strong enough at the moment, he should not do anything reckless.

Suppressing his curiosity, Bai Li said, "I speak for myself. As for why I approached Fan Xian, I will tell him, but whether he is willing to tell you is his business."

Wu Zhu didn't ask any more questions. He accepted Ye Qingmei's order to protect Fan Xian. He always believed that it was better to kill than let go of someone of unknown origin.

In the blink of an eye, Wu Zhu appeared within a meter of Bai Li, his iron shovel pointing directly at Bai Li's heart.

"So fast!"

Bai Li was secretly alarmed. Luckily, his magnetic field was always around him, otherwise he would have been stabbed in the heart.

His internal energy erupted instantly, and the magnetic force rotated, with an invisible pressure suddenly spreading out from Bai Li as the center.

Wu Zhu felt as if Mount Tai was pressing down on him, as if the whole world was putting pressure on him. Tie Zhao was only a foot away from Bai Li, but it felt like a thousand mountains were in between.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Bai Li retreated ten meters and continuously strengthened the magnetic force, firmly locking Wu Zhu's body in place.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Bai Li felt fortunate that Wu Zhu was a robot and was completely restrained by magnetic force. If he had encountered the other Grandmasters, he probably wouldn't have been able to fight back. Without becoming a Grandmaster, he really had no sense of security at all.

However, Wu Zhu truly lived up to his reputation as one of the most advanced technological achievements in the past world. His body density was extremely high, making him incredibly difficult to control, requiring several times more effort than controlling a hundred throwing knives.

"My friend, you've seen it for yourself. If I truly wanted to harm Fan Xian, I would have done it already. You can't do anything to me, can you? Why don't we call it a day?"

Wu Zhu was frozen in place, moving like a tortoise, incredibly slowly. His CPU was rapidly processing the information he had gathered. After ten breaths, he said calmly, "Good."

Whew... Bai Li breathed a sigh of relief. Wu Zhu is a robot, and he almost never lies unless he threatens Fan Xian's safety. He then released the magnetic force. This contest had really consumed a lot of his true energy.

Wu Zhu regained control of his body, swaying his head left and right as if checking for any damage. Then, he fixed his gaze on Bai Li, memorizing every detail of his appearance, build, and aura into his database. He then transformed into a black shadow and left, continuing to secretly protect Fan Xian.