Crossover anime/manga, immediately transmigrated after death

Zian Yan asked softly, "Qianhua, are you feeling...uncomfortable in your back?"

Chika paused for a moment, then quickly shook her head: "It's alright, it's alright! It's just that my butt was a little sore when I woke up this morning—but it's much better now!"

"That's good."

Hayasaka Ai gently rotated her wrist, the ice cubes clinking together in the glass, steer the conversation in another direction: "Speaking of which, you said this morning that your father talked to Zhang Yang? What did they talk about?"

Qianhua was brought back to the main topic by this sentence: "My father said that he didn't talk to Zhang Yang about personal matters, but had something important to tell him."

"Is this serious business?"

Chika took a deep breath: "Didn't we say before that Zhang Yang used his Fire Eyes to evaporate all the spirits in Japan? But in reality, the area he evaporated was much larger than Japan; the spirits of the entire Eastern Hemisphere were evaporated."

The classroom fell silent.

Dragon Ball Momo put down her coffee cup and frowned: "What do you mean by the entire Eastern Hemisphere?"

"It means exactly what it says. The moment he used his Fiery Eyes to look at the spirits, all the spirits in the entire Eastern Hemisphere were evaporated." Qianhua's voice unconsciously lowered a little. "It seems that China has a special agency that handles these kinds of things."

“My dad said that their analysis concluded that the world is actually a combination of yin and yang.”

"The sunny side is the world we live in now."

"The yin side is the world where spirits reside. After people die, they become ghosts and all stay in this world, instead of going to some underworld or similar place."

"Most of the time, the yin side and the yang side do not interfere with each other, because ordinary people cannot see things on the yin side, so for people on the yang side, the yin side does not exist."

"If you can't see it, it doesn't exist—that was the rule of the past."

Qianhua paused for a moment: "There are also spiritual beings in the mortal world, such as Taoist priests, priests, and Yin-Yang masters, who are responsible for handling affairs in the underworld and maintaining the balance between the two. The emergence of ghost stories is because this balance has been broken."

Hayasaka Ai's gaze sharpened slightly: "Broken by Zhang Yang?"

Qianhua nodded: "My dad said that Zhang Yang is too strong. The power of the yin side was weakened to the extreme in an instant, and the balance of yin and yang was completely destroyed."

"and then?"

"Then, in order to restore balance, the forces of the underworld began to fight back. Starting from the place where the balance between yin and yang collapsed, which is Tokyo, a large amount of yin energy gathered and condensed into powerful ghosts that could directly affect reality, which are ghost stories."

"So, truck ghost stories and scarlet ghost stories, in essence, are all 'complications' that arise from the dark side trying to heal itself after Zhang Yang disrupts the balance?"

“That’s what my dad said.” Qianhua nodded: “Also, people from Ayang’s hometown said that the ghost stories are very troublesome. If he doesn’t want to deal with them, he can go back directly, and they’ve already taken care of it. My dad said that if Zhang Yang is willing to deal with it, the government will fully cooperate.”

Shijo Maki said speechlessly, "That's really ruthless. Both sides have their own interests to consider."

“After all, if left unchecked, it could be a disaster that kills everyone in Tokyo in one night.” Dragon Ball Momo frowned slightly. “And because his own power is also very strong, he can’t even threaten to speak loudly.”

Zi'an Yan blinked: "Does the threat mean using people around A-Yang to threaten him?"

Hayasaka Ai said calmly, "The young ladies of the Shinomiya and Shijo families, the eldest daughter of the Dragon Ball group, and the eldest daughter of the Fujiwara family cannot be vented on, nor can they be used to control Zhang Yang. They have even formed a group of interests because of this. It seems that it is not simply controlled by the lower house."

Kaguya Shinomiya put down her teacup, her voice as cold as ice beads falling onto a jade plate: "So, what does he plan to do?"

Chika thought for a moment: "He said he was going to draw cards."

……

twilight.

Zhang Yang sat on the sofa, looking at the four people in front of him.

Hayasaka Ai brought a glass of water from the kitchen, placed it in front of Zhang Yang, and sat down next to him: "They said they wanted to come and cheer you on."

"come on?"

Zian Yan spoke softly: "You said you wanted to go to another world, defeat the gods, and seize new powers. If you could obtain the power to establish the underworld, or powers related to ghosts, you could solve the problems of this world."

Chika added from the side, "That sounds dangerous."

“It is indeed a bit dangerous.” Zhang Yang leaned back on the sofa. “But I’ve been there once, so I have experience. In World Three, the power of gods can be directly usurped by violence, just like stealing something; whoever has the bigger fist gets it.”

"What is that world like?" Zian Yan asked.

“It’s similar to this place.” Zhang Yang thought for a moment, “but it was a little earlier, in the mid-19th century, during the steam age. I killed a disobedient god of the fire authority there and became a god-slayer. The process wasn’t too complicated.”

"That sounds dangerous." Chika's fingers tugged at the hem of her skirt. "If you go over there, there's nothing we can do to help."

"I don't need your help." Zhang Yang smiled. "I can go by myself. It's not like we're going on a picnic."

Qianhua lowered her head, remained silent for a while, then raised her head again: "So we also want to help you, in our own way."

Zhang Yang was stunned for a moment.

Hayasaka Ai stood up, grabbed Zhang Yang's wrist, pulled him off the sofa, and pushed him toward the bedroom: "Go to the bedroom and wait. Close your eyes and don't peek."

What are you trying to do?

You'll see when you get there.

Zhang Yang was pushed into the bedroom, and the door closed behind him.

He stood by the bed, listening to the rustling sounds coming from outside.

The sounds of fabric rubbing together, footsteps moving quickly across the floor, and hushed conversations.

After waiting for about ten minutes, the door opened.

"You can open your eyes now."

Zhang Yang opened his eyes.

Four people stood in a row at the bedroom door.

They were wearing the same style of maid outfits.

A black dress with a white apron, and lace trim on the neckline and cuffs.

The skirt was much shorter than a standard maid outfit, ending at about mid-thigh, revealing a section of her fair legs.

White over-the-knee socks hugged her calves, gleaming with a soft matte sheen under the light.

Zian Yan was wearing this outfit, her long pink hair falling over her white apron. She lowered her head slightly, her cheeks were a little red, and her fingers gently tugged at the edge of her skirt, wanting to pull it down but too embarrassed to do so too obviously.

Dragon Ball Peach stood next to her, her white beret replaced with a white headband, her long blue hair tied into a low ponytail at the back of her head, her gaze drifting to a desk in the corner of the room, as if she was seriously studying the arrangement of stationery on the desk, the tips of her ears already bright red.

Chika stood in the middle, hands behind her back, body slightly leaning forward, her blue eyes sparkling. She twirled gently in place, her skirt fluttering slightly: "How is it? Does it fit?"

Hayasaka Ai stood at the very edge, dressed in the same outfit, and raised her hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear: "The measurements I took should all fit."

When did you take your measurements?

"Don't underestimate my intelligence network."

Zhang Yang's gaze swept over the four people, and a slight smile appeared on his lips: "What are you trying to do?"

“Serving my master.” Hayasaka Ai took two steps forward, her black leather shoes making a crisp sound on the wooden floor, her skirt swaying gently above her knees. “My master is going on a long trip. Before leaving, he should relax a bit.”

“I’m not leaving until tomorrow, and for you, it will only be a moment, or even not at all.”

“Then you need to relax even more beforehand.” Hayasaka Ai walked up to him, raised her hand to straighten his collar, and gently ran her fingertips along his collarbone. “And, it’s four of us together.”

Chapter 116 Cleansing is as simple as breathing

The teacups in the courtyard were slightly cool.

Zhang Yang sat in the armchair, looking at the tea in his hand that had gone cold, and gently shook it.

The maid standing nearby hadn't reacted yet.

Just moments ago, the Crimson King was staring blankly at the sky, but in the blink of an eye, he seemed like a completely different person.

This is not an illusion.

If she understood what temperament was, she would know that Zhang Yang, sitting there just now, looked like a boy lost in thought.

At this moment, Zhang Yang sat there like a knife that had just been drawn half an inch from its sheath.

Before its sharp edge was revealed, its killing intent was already there.

Zhang Yang put down his teacup and stood up.

"Summon the Eastern King, the Wing King, and the Northern King."

His voice wasn't loud, but the maid had already run out.

……

Outside Quanzhou City, in front of the Taiping Army's battle lines.

Zhang Yang, mounted on his horse, looked at the tightly closed city gate in the distance. A row of Qing soldiers from the Green Standard Army leaned out from the city wall, aiming their muskets at him.

He glanced back at the Taiping Army behind him.

Most of these soldiers were farmers who had recently joined the army, and they carried a variety of weapons.

There were spears made from hoes, and broadswords made by attaching woodcutting knives to bamboo poles; less than 30% of the weapons were truly presentable.

Zhang Yang withdrew his gaze and looked at the city wall of Quanzhou.

Raise your right hand, clench your fist, and throw a punch.

boom!

The fiery energy burst forth from his fist, and the crimson-gold dragon seal exploded in the air, crashing into the city wall.

A hole three zhang wide was blasted open in the center of the city wall, sending rubble flying and smoke billowing everywhere.

Before the Green Standard Army soldiers on the city wall could react, the wall beneath their feet suddenly shook, and they lost their footing.

Zhang Yang lowered his fist: "Let's go into the city."

The Taiping army unleashed a deafening battle cry and surged toward the large cave.

The battle of Quanzhou took the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Three days later, Zhang Yang found Feng Yunshan on the battlefield.

The Prince of the South was being held down on the ground by several Qing soldiers, with a knife already at his neck. He closed his eyes and waited to die.

Then several militiamen suddenly flew out.

Feng Yunshan opened his eyes and saw a young man in a dark blue robe standing in front of him, patting the dust off his hands.

"King Nan, it's time to go."

Feng Yunshan was stunned for a while before he came to his senses: "You are..."

"The Red King."

"...An angel sent by God?"

"Actually, I am the king of ten thousand armies."

Feng Yunshan remained silent for a moment. He wanted to say something, but as one of the few truly educated and clear-headed people in the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, he had always been skeptical of this so-called "angel".

But looking at the soldiers who had been sent flying seven or eight zhang away, and then at the city wall behind the boy with a large hole blasted in it, he decided to swallow his doubts.

Believe it.

You have to believe it.

Entering Hunan.

The gates of Daozhou were tightly closed, and there were about three thousand soldiers guarding the city.

Zhang Yang stood outside the city gate, looked up at the height of the city wall, then looked down at his fist, and slammed his fist into the ground.

A crack several meters long appeared in the ground, rubble tumbled and dust billowed into the sky, and the foundation of the city wall creaked with a tooth-grinding sound as it shook, before half of the entire wall collapsed inward.

……

Miners' camp outside Chenzhou city.

When Zhang Yang arrived, the miners were working.

A group of shirtless men wielded pickaxes under the scorching sun, their bodies tanned and shiny, their backs covered in sweat.

Zhang Yang stood at the camp entrance and shouted, "Come with me, there's food for you."

There was a moment of silence.

A burly, middle-aged miner put down his pickaxe and sized up Zhang Yang: "Who are you?"

"Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, Red King."

"Have not heard."