Crossover anime/manga, immediately transmigrated after death

Chapter Twelve: A Passerby Casually Uses the Tai Xu Sword God

The moonlight shone on the courtyard of the Supreme Freedom Gate.

It was called a courtyard, but it was really just an open space enclosed by a low fence. There were a few bundles of firewood piled in the corner, and two coarse cloth clothes hanging on the clothesline.

An oil lamp was lit in the main room, its wick crackling and casting flickering light and shadow on the earthen wall.

Ma Feima stood motionless in the courtyard.

He had been standing there for half an hour.

The Akhal-Teke horse was tied to a poplar tree outside the fence, idly swishing its tail.

Two camels lay down beside him, occasionally snorting as if mocking the man who had been waiting for so long.

squeak-

Cheng Ling Shuang walked out, casually closing the door behind her, and leaned against the door frame: "Sixth Brother. How did you get so old?"

Ma Feima turned around and couldn't help but laugh.

Many years have passed, but Fifth Senior Sister remains the same.

He still had a cold demeanor, still had white hair, and still spoke in a tone that made it seem like he wasn't talking to a living person.

"Hey, my senior sister still treats me like family. It's been twenty years, I must be getting old."

"As people get older, their minds don't grow any older." Cheng Ling Shuang glanced into the room. "You were quite well-behaved when you were young, but now you're always causing trouble. That's my apprentice; you think you can just hit him like that?"

“I didn’t really want to fight, but her stubbornness, and that boy beside her…” Ma Feima coughed and said seriously, “Senior sister, please don’t be offended. That little girl is extremely talented. At the age of sixteen, she has already cultivated her sword heart to the Mingjing realm. Among the seven of us, only you, senior sister, who comprehended Taixu at the age of thirteen, can definitely surpass her in talent. I made a move to see just how far she has gone.”

"finish watching?"

"finish watching."

Ma Feima paused for a moment: "You have a good foundation, but you're still very inexperienced. Compared to you, senior sister, you're miles behind."

Cheng Ling Shuang snorted, her expression softening slightly: "Where's that kid?"

Ma Feima was taken aback: "What kid?"

"What kid are you talking about?" Cheng Ling Shuang's tone was as if she were looking at an idiot. "Of the two people you sent, one is my apprentice, and who is the other? Surely it's not your newly accepted apprentice?"

"No."

"Then tell me."

Ma Feima touched the wound on the side of his neck; the bloodline had already scabbed over, and it felt slightly itchy to the touch. "That kid doesn't know martial arts; he's Su Chang's friend. When I stopped you on the road, he stood in front of the unconscious Su Chang, holding a sword and telling me not to come forward."

Cheng Ling Shuang raised an eyebrow: "He used a sword?"

“He was still using your family’s Su Chang’s Xuanyuan Sword.” Ma Feima gave a bitter smile. “His posture was completely wrong, his grip on the sword was terrible, and he didn’t even know the most basic way to exert force, but he still managed to hurt me.”

"I've been traveling the world for twenty years and I've never seen anyone like this before."

"He doesn't know martial arts, he has no internal energy, and he can't even hold a sword steadily, but he dares to stand in front of me."

"He knew he couldn't beat me, but he still drew his sword."

Cheng Ling Shuang was silent for a moment, then she suddenly said, "At least in terms of her taste in men, Su Chang is not like her mother; she is better than the eldest, second, and seventh sons."

Ma Feima's lips twitched slightly.

He couldn't respond to that.

His eldest sister, Lin Chaoyu, was his lawfully wedded wife. His second sister was renowned in the martial arts world, and their relationship was ambiguous. As for his seventh sister, Qin Suying, she was unrelated to him, but as for his marriage partner, she was just so-so…

Cheng Ling Shuang casually gave them all a rant.

“I want to take him with me,” Ma Feima suddenly said. “This kid is a diamond in the rough.”

"He has a winning mentality that requires no resources, no time, no polishing; it is a competitive spirit that arises purely from instinct."

"I've been traveling the world for twenty years, and this is the first time I've ever seen someone like this."

"I want to train him to be someone who can kill me."

Under the moonlight, a burning light shone in Ma Feima's eyes, like a swordsmith who had finally found a piece of unparalleled steel and couldn't wait to forge it into shape.

Cheng Ling Shuang stared at him for a long time, then let out a soft breath: "Sixth Brother, you're desperate to die."

Ma Feima: "..."

Perhaps, ever since that day twenty years ago, he has wanted to duel with a worthy opponent and then die a glorious death.

He sought out countless people and challenged countless fights, but no one could kill him.

So he began to look for another possibility.

To cultivate someone who can kill you.

Cheng Ling Shuang didn't respond to him. Instead, she picked up a sword sheath from the doorway. It was an ordinary wooden sheath that had been sitting by the door for a long time and was covered in a layer of dust.

"If you want to take that kid away, you'd better beat me."

Ma Feima paused for a moment, then asked, "What?"

Cheng Ling Shuang walked to the center of the courtyard, raised the wooden scabbard in her hand, and pointed it at Ma Fei Ma: "You just beat up my disciple like that. Not only did you beat up your disciple, but you also beat up his friends. Do you think this is the end of it?"

Ma Feima was taken aback, then burst into laughter: "Senior Sister is going to stand up for that girl?"

"What, it's not okay?"

"Sure! Why not!" Ma Feima's laughter echoed in the night sky. "I'm just looking forward to learning my senior sister's sword techniques!"

hum-

A fiery red giant sword materialized out of thin air in his hand.

Crimson Shadow!

"What weapon will Senior Sister use?"

Cheng Ling Shuang shook the wooden sheath in her hand: "This."

"Senior sister, you used this piece of wood against my Crimson Shadow?"

"Don't underestimate this piece of wood," Cheng Ling Shuang said expressionlessly. "It has a name, 'Unbreakable Blade.' How about it, is it worthy? How does it compare to your Crimson Shadow?"

Ma Feima paused for a moment, then burst into laughter again.

"Alright! Let's see if 'Unbreakable Blade' can break my sword technique!"

Swish!

The Crimson Shadow shone brightly, and the entire courtyard was suddenly enveloped in a halo of light like water vapor, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

Then, Ma Feima's figure split apart.

One becomes two, and two become four.

Four give rise to eight, eight transform into sixteen.

In the blink of an eye, the courtyard was filled with Ma Feima.

Dozens of figures, each wielding a Crimson Shadow Sword, were incredibly realistic, their breathing patterns identical.

Cheng Ling Shuang stood in the center, looking expressionlessly at the courtyard full of "Ma Fei Ma".

"How did a martial arts competition turn into a riddle game?"

"Ha, then you'll have to ask Senior Sister if she's confident she can guess where I am!" Ma Feima's voice came from all directions at the same time, as if dozens of people were speaking at the same moment.

"You're still too green."

As Cheng Ling Shuang spoke, she pointed her finger to the sky, and the wooden sheath stood upright.

"Go!"

With a sharp shout, the wooden scabbard thrust forward swiftly.

boom--!

The entire courtyard trembled, and the misty halo surrounding it shattered suddenly, the flowing light in the sky collapsing like a broken mirror.

The dozens of Ma Fei Ma figures vanished in the shockwave, like a reflection in water being shattered by a pebble.

Cheng Ling Shuang's sword sheath stopped in mid-air.

The tip of the sheath was less than an inch from Ma Feima's throat.

Ma Feima stood there, the Crimson Shadow Sword in his hand had fallen to the ground at some point, its tip resting on the sand, his expression somewhat complicated.

"I admire you. Junior brother is truly impressed."

Cheng Ling Shuang sheathed her sword and casually slung it over her shoulder: "Your sword intent has three flaws."

"Firstly, the Water Mirror. Each incarnation reflects your own movements and postures, making it easy to guess where you are."

"Secondly, sound. You shouldn't have answered me during the battle. The Xuanyuan Sword can control light, but it can't change the source of sound."

"Thirdly, airflow. Why do you need to look with your naked eye? The flow of your breath will naturally reveal your position as you move."

Ma Feima smiled wryly: "Second Senior Sister said the same thing."

"Nonsense, I can spot three flaws, and the second brother can spot at least ten."

"Ha... It's not unfair that I lost to my senior sister. But I never expected that a wooden scabbard could break the Tai Xu Sword Intent."

"Don't belittle yourself too much," Cheng Ling Shuang said. "You used to only know some small tricks, but now you can create clones, which shows that you have indeed tempered your sword intent."

“Apart from the second brother and me, it won’t be easy for anyone else to beat you.”

"But since you've come all this way to test your skills with me, I'm happy to oblige."

"It's no fun to win by trickery. I'm going to break your moves head-on. Who told you to hit my apprentice? You don't even consider the owner when you beat a dog."

As she spoke, she twirled her sword in the air with the wooden scabbard.

"And this is just an ordinary wooden scabbard, utterly useless. The move that defeated you wasn't the sword spirit, but the sword god, understand? You didn't lose unjustly, did you?"

Ma Feima's pupils contracted slightly.

Sword God.

The fifth essence of the Taixu Sword Qi – Divine Essence.

Since the time of Master Chiyuan, the only person in the past thousand years to have comprehended this unique skill is this woman before us.

"It's a pity. There are still a few more uses for the Crimson Shadow, which I wanted to use one by one."

"No thanks, I find it too much trouble to even exchange a single move with you."

Cheng Ling Shuang casually tossed the wooden sheath back by the door and clapped her hands: "The house is small, so it's inconvenient to entertain guests. Is there anything else? If not, I'll go back."

"Have."

Ma Feima said in a low voice, "There's something very important that my second senior sister told me to tell you in person."

Cheng Ling Shuang turned around, frowning slightly: "Why didn't you say so earlier?"

In the darkness, Ma Feima's voice was deep and clear: "It's related to Master."

Chapter Thirteen: My Taixu Lineage, the Shici Sect and...

When Li Sushang woke up, she saw the familiar ceiling.

This is the room she has lived in for ten years.

She paused for a moment, then realized there was someone lying next to her.

He had sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, and a face as handsome as jade.

It is precisely this kind of ostentation.

Li Sushang's mind went blank for a moment, and her face turned red at a visible speed.

"Aaaaaaahh ...

The girl instinctively grabbed the blanket, wanting to kick the lecherous man off, but stopped just as her foot touched his lower abdomen.

Zhang Yang looked terrible; his eyes were slightly sunken, his lips were chapped, and although his breathing was steady, he seemed completely drained of energy.

Li Sushang's foot was dangling in mid-air; she couldn't kick it, nor could she retract it.

In the end, she simply tapped him lightly.

"He's not awake."