Simultaneous Transmigration: Freedom Across the Heavens

Li Yunrui sat upright in the carriage, lifting the curtain with her jade-like hand, looking at Yan Xiaoyi who was kneeling on the ground, and said, "Are you saying that just now at the other courtyard, you couldn't even draw a bow?"

"Yes, Your Highness, I am incompetent and have failed to live up to your trust."

Yan Xiaoyi clenched his fists, feeling both ashamed and anxious. As the princess's bodyguard, he had failed to offer any assistance when the princess was in danger. If Bai Li were to harm the princess, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Alright, let's leave it at that. Let's return to the palace."

Li Yunrui lowered the carriage curtain, his eyes burning with intensity. Only a Grandmaster could make Yan Xiaoyi, a ninth-rank archer, unable to even draw his bow.

No wonder His Majesty treated him with such courtesy.

The carriage moved slowly. Li Yunrui gripped the edge of the blue robe and tightened it around his body, plotting how to bring this newly promoted Grandmaster to his side.

She recalled the tingling sensation from earlier, and as she stroked her cheek with her delicate hand, she felt a sticky, tingling sensation all she wanted to do was return to the palace to bathe.

Hmph, you're a womanizer, aren't you!

As night deepened, candlelight flickered inside the Ginkgo Courtyard.

Si Lili nestled in Bai Li's arms, her soft hand gently touching his chest, and said, "Are you really going to help the Eldest Princess deal with Fan Xian?"

Bai Li toyed with a piece of mutton-fat jade with his fingertips, constantly purifying the jade with his true energy, making it even more translucent. He said, "My not interfering is the greatest help I can give her."

He had his own plans. His good brother was like a donkey—he wouldn't move unless you led him, and you had to be beaten to move him.

Now that he's fallen into a life of luxury and longs to return to his hometown of Danzhou, it's time to give him some motivation.

As for Li Yunrui, this noblewoman is arrogant, ambitious, and accustomed to controlling everything. Her arrogance must be suppressed first before she can be properly disciplined in the future.

Bai Li held up the jade bead. Under the candlelight, the jade bead shone with a warm luster. "I've heard that wearing this warm jade bead year-round can nourish and whiten the skin, and moisturize it."

"Really?" Si Lili's eyes lit up, her gaze sparkling. Every woman in the world loves beauty, how could she resist such temptation?

"Of course, why would I lie to you!"

Bai Li smiled faintly, turned slightly to the side, and placed the jade bead to her lips, saying, "Let me teach you how to use it first..."

Si Lili gave him a charming sidelong glance and obediently put the jade bead into her mouth.

Red candles burned on the table, and wisps of incense smoke rose into the air, drifting away into the distance.

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The next day, Niulan Street.

Carriage fragments were scattered all over the ground, and two fine horses, pierced by crossbow bolts, were barely breathing, snorting weakly.

A small courtyard on the street was engulfed in flames, half of which was consumed by fire, and the sounds of fighting continued incessantly.

After Fan Xian finished explaining his business, he was about to go up and fight Cheng Jushu, but Teng Zijing pushed him away.

"You should keep those words to yourself."

Teng Zijing let out a low roar and charged forward, kneeing Cheng Jushu in the abdomen.

However, Cheng Jushu was an eighth-rank martial artist with a body tempered by physical strength, so this amount of force was nothing more than a tickle to him.

Cheng Jushu seized this opening, reached out and tightly locked Teng Zijing's neck, lifting him high into the air.

Teng Zijing's face turned bright red; the lack of oxygen caused his eyes to roll back, and he almost lost consciousness.

In a split second between life and death, an unexpected change occurred.

boom!

Cheng Jushu's hand, which was locking Teng Zijing's neck, suddenly exploded, sending flesh flying everywhere.

Teng Zijing knelt on the ground, coughed violently a few times, and then lay down and couldn't get up.

"Aaaaaah!"

Cheng Jushu clutched his bleeding right arm and screamed in agony.

Before he could make a move, the armor plates on his calves seemed to have a mind of their own, twisting and tightening erratically and digging into his flesh.

The pain made Cheng Jushu ignore his wounds and roll on the ground until he could no longer hold on, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

Ignoring everything else, Fan Xian staggered to Teng Zijing's side and anxiously called out, "Old Teng, Old Teng, are you alright?"

"Old Teng is in a lot of pain. If you keep shaking him like this, he really won't wake up."

Fan Xian looked up and recognized the person, exclaiming with delight, "Brother Bai!"

Bai Li waved his hand, and his true energy enveloped Teng Zijing's body, slowly floating into the air. The magnetic true energy instantly permeated his body, both inside and out.

"He's still alive, but most of his bones are broken and his internal organs are concussed. He'll probably be bedridden for at least half a month."

Fan Xian relaxed, his legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground. "It's good that I'm alive..."

"Young Master Fan, I'm here to save you!"

Wang Qinian led the prosecutors into the courtyard. Upon seeing Bai Li, he stopped in his tracks and quickly bowed, saying, "Greetings, Young Master Bai."

Oh, this person is here too, so everything should be fine then.

As he spoke, he propped his head up and looked at Teng Zijing, who was floating in mid-air, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself.

"Teng Zijing is not dead, he's yours to handle."

Wang Qinian visibly relaxed, carefully accepted Teng Zijing's gift, and bowed to express his gratitude: "Thank you, Young Master Bai."

Fan Xian caught sight of Cheng Jushu lying on the ground; he was still breathing. He gripped the dagger in his hand and strode over.

Seeing this, Wang Qinian quickly stepped forward to stop him.

Cheng Jushu was deliberately left behind by Bai Li, just waiting for Fan Xian to take action himself.

In a dangerous place like Kyoto, one can never truly transform without getting stained with blood and experiencing life and death.

Only by letting him break free from his mental constraints can he grow rapidly.

Only a more mature Fan Xian can help him take control of the temple.

Bai Li's strength is improving every day, and his path in martial arts is incredibly smooth, but the mystery of immortality remains unsolved.

Looking around the world, only temples and the things preserved within them could give him the answer he sought.

Destroying a temple is easy, but taking control of it is very difficult.

And Fan Xian is the best introduction.

The temple will eventually come looking for him.

Fan Xian's assassination attempt on Niulan Street in Kyoto shocked the city. Emperor Qing was furious and ordered the Procuratorate to conduct a thorough investigation.

Bai Li already knew the reason, and had no intention of playing house with those people. He turned back to his own villa and sat by the lake to fish.

Fan Xian sat beside him, looking preoccupied, seemingly wanting to speak but hesitating.

Bai Li said calmly, "Just say what you have to say, don't hold it in."

Fan Xian took a deep breath and couldn't help but ask, "Brother Bai, how did you know I was on Niulan Street?"

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. The timing of Bai Li's arrival seemed too coincidental. He pondered further, thinking that if Bai Li wanted to kill him, he wouldn't have needed to go to such lengths. He really didn't want to understand the inside story.

Bai Li was direct: "Because someone came to the courtyard last night and said they wanted to teach you a lesson."

"Is this what you call a lesson?" Fan Xian stared wide-eyed. "Who is this? This is clearly an attempt to kill me!"

"Lin Wan'er's mother."

"Princess, she wants to kill me?"

Fan Xian realized what was happening and asked incredulously, "Why?"

"She said she didn't want Lin Wan'er to marry you."

Fan Xian opened his mouth, what do you mean you don't want Wan'er to marry me? It's clearly for the sake of the Imperial Treasury's financial power.

"And what about you, Brother Bai?" Fan Xian then asked.

Bai Li stared intently at the lake, his tone calm: "I promised her I wouldn't interfere in this matter."

Fan Xian asked, puzzled, "But you still interfered."

"Yes, that's why I lied to her."

Bai Li suddenly pulled in the fishing line, the water surface surged and splashed, and a large blue-backed bass was thrown ashore by the fishing rod, thrashing about on the ground.

"Ha, this fish must weigh at least twenty pounds. You're in for a treat today."

"Is this the time to talk about fish?" Fan Xian was exasperated, finding Bai Li too impulsive, and reminded him, "Brother Bai, you've lied to the Princess!"

Bai Li said nonchalantly, "I know, so she'll come knocking on my door soon."

"And then?" Fan Xian asked anxiously.

"And then she was blessed."

Huh? What does this mean? Fan Xian was even more puzzled. Wasn't he worried at all that the Eldest Princess would cause him trouble?

As they were talking, Green Pearl hurried over and curtsied gracefully, saying, "Young Master, Her Highness the Princess is here again. Madam requests your presence."

Bai Li shrugged at Fan Xian, meaning: See, I was right.

Patting the water off his hands, Bai Li instructed Green Pearl, "Pearl, have the kitchen steam this sea bass."

"yes..."