Crossover anime/manga, immediately transmigrated after death

He had a sword wrapped in white cloth slung over his shoulder.

The gait was light and quick, as if hopping across the sand.

When she saw him, she paused for a moment, then blinked her clear, black-and-white eyes.

"Huh, someone's here?"

Her voice was clear and crisp, a soft vibrato of a young girl, exuding innocence.

Zhang Yang looked at her and felt she looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn't care less at the moment, and just managed to squeeze out, "Water... is there any water..."

The girl looked at his chapped lips and flushed face, nodded, and took a water pouch from her waist, handing it to him.

"Drink up, drink slowly, don't choke." (Little)

Zhang Yang took the water pouch and gulped down several large mouthfuls. He said...

As the water flowed down his throat, he felt as if he were being resurrected.

"call--"

He let out a long breath and wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

A bright-eyed girl squatted down next to him, resting her chin on her hands and tilting her head to look at him.

"Whose disciple are you? How come you're alone in the desert? Judging from your appearance, you seem to be from a military household. Why didn't you travel with the merchants and soldiers? At the very least, you should have found some bodyguards to protect you, right?"

She bombarded me with a barrage of questions, then stopped herself.

"Oh, I haven't even introduced myself yet. My surname is Li, and my given name is Su Chang. I am the young master of Yijian Manor in Sichuan, and the only daughter of Qin Suyi, the seventh disciple of Master Chiyuan, known as 'Ranxiang Sword'!"

After she finished speaking, she smiled, revealing two shallow dimples on her cheeks.

Li Sushang?

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Chi Yuan Zhenren?

A switch in Zhang Yang's mind clicked and went on.

Li Sushang.

Li Sushang from Honkai Impact 3rd.

So this world... isn't a traditional martial arts world at all!

This is a broken world.

Zhang Yang put down the water bag, his mind racing.

In the Ming Dynasty of the Honkai world, he was a complete weakling who couldn't survive more than three days in this world. The girl in front of him was the only "friendly NPPC" he had encountered so far. Although Li Sushang from 500 years ago seemed weak, she was still stronger than him.

Zhang Yang took a deep breath and quickly adjusted his expression.

"Ugh--"

A long sigh, three parts desolation, seven parts grief and indignation.

"My name is Zhang Yang. I was traveling south with a merchant caravan to visit relatives when we unexpectedly encountered a group of thugs..."

He recounted his ordeal in a vivid and moving manner.

Hunted by the Golden Sands Gang, he fled into the desert, got lost, and nearly died there after three days and three nights. To enhance the effect, he even showed off his worn-out shoes.

“That Jinsha Gang, relying on its large number of people and its power, bullies the good and honest, kills and robs. I wanted to report it to the authorities, but in this vast desert, where are the government offices? It's a pity that I am powerless and have no ability to even seek justice for myself.”

After hearing this, Li Sushang showed a look of sympathy: "The Golden Sands Gang? I was just about to go to their stronghold."

"Hmm?" Zhang Yang looked up.

"My master told me to go to the Jinsha Gang, who roam the northern deserts without restraint, to test my sword skills and verify my cultivation over the years."

She patted the sword wrapped in white cloth on her shoulder, her tone light and cheerful, as if she were going to meet a friend for tea.

Zhang Yang was somewhat uncertain: "Are you sure you're okay on your own? I saw those bandits working together very well, and they seemed to have formed a military formation. They might have government military connections. Their leader, Eagle, can even split a warhorse and a vehicle in half with one palm."

"Don't worry," Li Sushang patted her chest and assured him, "My grandmaster is the legendary martial arts master, the only true immortal, and the guardian of the Divine Land, the True Man Chiyuan."

Zhang Yang opened his mouth, deciding to try his best to cling to this powerful figure: "Miss, I don't know anything about Shenzhou Tablet."

"But since you're going to cause trouble for the Golden Sands Gang, why not take me with you?"

"Although I have no martial arts skills, I have read a few books, and I think I can be of help."

When Li Sushang heard him say this, she thought that a scholar couldn't be of much help, but they had already arrived in the desert, and it would take quite a distance to send him back to the post station. In addition, she herself was still inexperienced in the martial arts world, so it seemed that it would be okay to leave him behind.

Moreover, a naive young heroine and a boy burdened with a blood feud... that's very much like the world of martial arts.

Li Sushang noticed that Zhang Yang was looking at her. Being looked at by such a handsome young man made Li Sushang feel a little happy.

That's right, Li Dazhentou is also a sucker for good looks!

"Alright, I'll take you with me." Li Sushang relented, but added, "But from now on, you have to listen to me, or you'll be responsible for your own life or death."

Chapter Three: Super Intelligence Enables You to Use Super Power

Fourteen hundred years ago, the wandering Tuik people discovered an oasis here.

They gave thanks for the gods' protection and drank the water to their heart's content, but did not linger.

Three hundred years later, a caravan from the Yan Kingdom passed through this place.

The caravan was laden with jewels, jade artifacts, and silk fabrics, and was accompanied by a diplomatic envoy.

This man was worth more than all the goods in the caravan combined, because he was entrusted with the important task of traveling to the Western Regions to establish an alliance.

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They never left the northern desert, and no one knows their whereabouts.

Seven hundred and forty years ago, the Ban nomads set up camp beside this oasis, and the chieftain said to her people: Because of this water source, the Ban people will never have to wander again.

A hundred years later, the Huns came from the north. They swept through Ban's villages, killing all the old men and able-bodied men, and taking away the women and young children to the distant Western Regions.

The oasis was left behind by the Huns and was once again forgotten by the world.

Time flies, and things change.

Civilizations rise and fall; people come and go, eventually disappearing into the long river of history.

Looking up, a blazing sun hangs high in the sky, its rays illuminating the earth.

Looking around, one can see layers of sand dunes rising and falling like ocean waves amidst the rising heat.

Today, this oasis belongs to the Jinsha Gang.

The post station was transformed into a fortified village.

The earthen walls were rammed thick, with a few tattered flags stuck on top. The arrow crenellations at the corners were neatly repaired. The work was personally supervised by Lao Ying and modified according to the specifications of a border army fortress.

The door was closed tightly.

There's someone behind the door.

"What's that greenhorn, Lao Rong, wailing about now?"

"Ignore him. It's the first time I've been left at home, and I feel uneasy about it."

"Ha, he's still not happy? Wait until the boss's deal is done and the bonus comes through, then we'll see if he's happy or not."

"Enough with the nonsense. According to the boss's rules, no idle chatter is allowed while on duty. You two, one of you watch the east wall, and the other the west wall. I'll keep watch on the gate."

"Understood."

The courtyard quieted down.

Old Rong leaned against the wall and licked his chapped lips.

He was definitely unhappy.

This deal was planned for three months. The boss personally led the team, and all the elites of the Jinsha Gang were mobilized, leaving only the four of them to guard the house.

Defending the home is as meritorious as fighting a war.

That's exactly what the boss's rules say.

But he was a fugitive.

Plunder, slaughter, flashing swords and splattering blood... that's what he should be doing.

Old Rong licked his lips.

Then he froze.

Ahead, a man and a woman, one tall and one short, were walking out from the depths of the desert.

"Old Rong—!"

He blurted it out, only realizing he had broken the rules after he finished shouting it.

Panic, that's one point.

This is the second point: acting rashly.

But I couldn't worry about that now.

The Jinsha Gang, which roamed freely in the northern desert, had never encountered any guests who came to their door on their own initiative.

Old Rong behind the door had already drawn his knife.

The other three people on the wall also moved.

They didn't shout, they didn't ask, and nobody wasted time asking pointless questions like "Who goes there?"

The leader's rule was simple: any unfamiliar face approaching the village gate would be treated as an enemy attack.

Four people simultaneously scaled the wall from different positions. Two crouched behind the arrow stacks to block the line of fire, one circled around to the stables from the side to prepare to cut off the enemy's rear, and Lao Rong jumped directly down from above the gate, his sword already slashing out mid-air.

The coordination was clean and efficient.

It's a reaction honed entirely in military formation.

Then the girl simply turned sideways, took a short step, and stepped forward.

Old Rong's knife missed its mark.

He saw a slender white hand magnify in his field of vision and gently press against his chest.

boom!

A surge of energy penetrated in, as if drilling into the seams of the bones.

Old Rong felt a tightness in his chest, the scene before his eyes swayed twice, and then he knew nothing more.

The two on the wall hadn't even had a chance to fire their arrows yet.

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The two men collapsed one after the other, their bows and crossbows not even having a chance to be drawn.

The one that goes around to the stable is the last one.

He had just climbed over the fence when he saw that all his companions had fallen.

He stopped, gripped the knife hilt tightly, neither retreating nor running away.

The boss's rules do not include desertion in the face of battle.

He lowered his waist, pointed the tip of his knife at the girl, and assumed the starting stance of the Wild Goose Formation.

The girl glanced at him and took a step forward.

The man's pupils contracted, and he blocked the middle path with his sword, but she was faster than him.

boom!

The fist had already hit his chin.

With a swift and decisive thud, the man fell straight back to the ground.

Four.

Four punches.

"Yeah, not bad."

Li Sushang clapped her hands, walked to the front door, and unlatched it.