Crossover anime/manga, immediately transmigrated after death

The waiter, feeling as if he had been granted a pardon, bowed and withdrew.

Elsa picked up her teacup, blew on it, took a sip, and then sighed, "London is so cold. Hot tea is the best."

The Han Chinese girl did not respond.

Aisha didn't seem to mind and continued talking to herself: "Actually, I was living in London until a few months ago."

"I see," Zhang Yang replied.

As he spoke, he glanced at the Han Chinese girl opposite him.

Well, she's just like Cheng Ling Shuang, so don't expect her to be the one doing the chatting.

“I traveled abroad for a while, and the expenses were beyond my expectations... My financial situation became not good, and I am currently working as a maid to earn money.”

"I see."

"I happened to be on vacation today, and I rarely come to town, but I accidentally got lost. Thank you so much for your help; now I can safely get back home."

"……fine."

"Once I've worked hard enough to earn enough for my travels, I'll continue traveling."

"Are you still leaving?"

“Yes,” Aisha’s eyes lit up. “Traveling is wonderful. Traveling alone in a foreign country makes you feel naturally excited and happy.”

"I see."

Zhang Yang didn't know how to respond to this topic.

He thought to himself, "We've only known each other for less than an hour."

But he also felt that this person seemed to have an innate "we've known each other for a long time" vibe.

She's the kind of person who, when you sit next to her, will start talking on her own, and if you just occasionally hum in agreement, she can talk for an entire afternoon.

Zhang Yang glanced at the person opposite him.

The Han Chinese girl sat there, the cup of tea in front of her untouched.

With an upright posture, the movement and force flow from the shoulders to the waist to the arms, forming a straight line, like a taut bowstring.

She seemed to be observing Elsa as well, only glancing at her from the corner of her eye, as if deliberately avoiding direct eye contact.

Aisha suddenly turned to the Han Chinese girl and asked with a smile, "By the way, what's your name?"

The Han Chinese girl remained indifferent: "I have no reason to tell you."

"Why? It's fate that we had the opportunity to meet!"

"...I see."

"Yes, so please tell me your eldest sister's name."

"I have no reason to be called 'elder sister' by you."

"Waaaah, so cold."

"Sworn brotherhood is a sacred and solemn ceremony, there's no other way."

"Then, how should I address you?"

The Han Chinese girl was silent for a moment, then spoke up: "Well... you might as well call me 'a noblewoman as noble and sacred as the stars in the sky, wise and strong, and as precious as a jade, a supreme ruler greater than any god, a noblewoman worthy of all our loyalty and respect'."

Zhang Yang: "..."

Wait, is this woman serious?

“It’s too long! It’s better to call her ‘Big Sister’.” Aisha wasn’t intimidated at all; instead, she naturally offered a simplified solution.

Zhang Yang picked up his teacup and took a sip to calm his nerves.

Elsa's thought process is a bit different from normal people.

The "big sister" opposite us is no ordinary person either.

How could he be an ordinary person?

She walks silently, and all the martial arts masters in the room are terrified of her like mice before a cat. She claims to be the supreme ruler, greater than any god...

It seems this world is not simply a parallel universe where unofficial history has come true.

I hope it's not a martial arts world like those in Hong Kong comics.

Ideally, it would be a typical martial arts world...

Zhang Yang was lost in some random thoughts when the Han Chinese girl's gaze suddenly swept over him: "Why have you been looking at my feet?"

Zhang Yang's heart skipped a beat.

“You’ve looked at it seven times since you came in.”

"Big sister has a good eye."

“I told you, there’s no reason for you to call me ‘Big Sister’.”

Zhang Yang put down his teacup and explained, "I was watching your footwork. You walk without making a sound, and you control your strength very cleanly. I've seen someone with this skill before; she calls it 'no beat'."

The Han Chinese girl seemed unsurprised: "Is this the person who taught you this martial art?"

"how do you know?"

"The boxing style you've learned is primarily based on instinctive reactions and the maximum exploitation of potential; it's extremely simple, extremely agile, extremely powerful, and extremely fierce," the Han Chinese girl commented. "The person who created this boxing style is a person who defies the heavens, attempting to influence the very heart of the universe with the mere thought of one person..."

She paused for a moment before saying, "It's a pity you only learned the basics."

"After all, I only studied for three days." Zhang Yang didn't feel disappointed.

The Han girl was silent for a moment, then said, "The person who taught you martial arts is no ordinary person either. His talent is probably unparalleled, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to teach you the essence in just three days."

"Waaaaah, I'm starving!" Elsa cried pitifully as she lay on the table.

Zhang Yang looked at her speechlessly: "Didn't you just drink tea?"

"Drinking tea won't fill you up!"

"There probably isn't any food here..."

As he spoke, Zhang Yang casually took off his hat, intending to put it on the table and then ask the shopkeeper if he could have some food.

In an instant, all eyes were focused on Zhang Yang's head.

short hair.

Short hair, less than an inch long.

"The Taiping Demon!"

"It's actually the Taiping Demon!"

"How dare you show your face here?"

The seven or eight Han Chinese men in the bar all stood up, their hands on their waists, cuffs, boot tops, and other hidden places. It was obvious what they were hiding there.

Zhang Yang: "..."

Surely not?

Was the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom really that bad?

It's just that they don't worship Confucianism, Taoism, or Buddhism, but instead worship God... Well, it does sound absurd.

Before Zhang Yang could figure it out, the Han Chinese girl spoke up unhappily:

"stop."

Just two simple words.

But everyone froze, and then they did something that left Zhang Yang speechless: one after another, they all knelt down.

He knelt on both knees, his forehead pressed against the ground, bowing low as if he were kneeling before some emperor or general.

"Your subordinate deserves to die."

"Your subordinate deserves to die."

"Your subordinate deserves to die."

Apologetic voices rose and fell.

All the martial arts masters in the room knelt on the ground, and not one of them dared to raise their head.

Who exactly is this person?

“This chivalrous man is someone I brought in. You are brandishing your swords and spears at the person I brought in; this is utterly disrespectful.”

"Cut off a toe so that you will never forget your rudeness today."

Upon hearing this, everyone was overjoyed and quickly took off their shoes, pulled out the small knives, daggers, and even hidden weapons from their boots, and squatted down on the spot.

Click click click click...

Zhang Yang seemed to be frozen in place, staring blankly at the pools of blood on the ground.

What the hell is going on?

Elsa suddenly screamed and said to the Han Chinese girl, "Big sister, this is too cruel!"

"Change your tune. I'm not your elder sister." The Han girl glanced at her sideways, then turned to Zhang Yang and said, "You need to give me an explanation regarding the shaving of your head."

"Back then, I led the heroes of the martial arts world to restore our traditional attire and drove the Tartars out of the pass."

"You are a Han Chinese, yet you have shaved your head again... What are your intentions?"

"Considering that you just saved someone, which shows some chivalry, I will not kill you."

She paused for a moment, then said decisively, "Cut off one of your little fingers as punishment."

Zhang Yang was stunned for a moment, and then a thought flashed through his mind.

and many more.

"First published on 705u.com - Book Club"

During the Qianlong era.

The Great Uprising of the Five Prisons Holy Sect...

Zhang Yang blurted out, "You're the leader of the Five Prisons Sect! How are you still alive, and so young at that!"

Wait, why is there a cultivation element?

Is it ever going to get better?

Chapter Twenty-One directly begins the fabrication of history.

"Big sister, this is too cruel!"

Elsa's voice was exceptionally clear in the quiet bar.

“Change your tune. I’m not your older sister.”

The cult leader replied indifferently, picked up his teacup, and took a sip.

"But……"

"If I say one more thing, you'll be just like them."

Elsa shut her mouth, but only for three seconds: "However, elder sister... oh no, esteemed guest. My master said that punishment is meant to correct mistakes; mere harm is meaningless. I think..."

What do you think?

"I think if their toes are cut off, it will be difficult for them to walk in the future..."

The cult leader put down his teacup and glanced at her.

The meaning is very clear... If you keep talking nonsense, you'll be next.

But Aisha clearly couldn't read that look in her eyes. She continued, "How about this? My master is very gentle. If he knew what was going on here, he would definitely say, 'One should be lenient when one can.' Oh, although he is British, he can speak Chinese!"

"Your master?"

“Yes! My current employer is a marquis.” Aisha’s tone became noticeably excited when she mentioned her employer. “Although he always looks unhappy, exudes a terrible aura, and likes to keep people at arm’s length… he is actually very gentle!”

Cult Leader: "..."

Zhang Yang: "..."