Crossover anime/manga, immediately transmigrated after death

Zhang Yang was squatting by the wall waiting when he saw the door open. He peeked inside, confirmed it was Li Sushang, and then went in.

"What kind of kung fu is that?"

“Inch Heart Fist Technique,” ​​Li Sushang replied. “It is inherited from the Taixu Sword Qi, but it is far less powerful than the Taixu Sword Qi. My grandmaster created this fist technique, and it is said that the moves evolved from the essence of form and soul. However, it only cultivates the body and not the brain, so it is only a shallow skill.”

"Training the brain?"

“That’s right. My master and mother both said that the Five Elements Sword Heart of Taixu is a profound mental technique that can bring out the brain’s potential to the extreme. In just a moment, I can calculate the force and speed perfectly and put them into action correctly.”

"I never imagined your mind was as sharp as your calculations."

"Ok?"

Is this statement incorrect?

Before Li Sushang could think any further, Zhang Yang's voice came through again: "Alright, just like we said on the way, the main force of the Jinsha Gang went out to rob people, leaving only a few to guard the house. This means they really did go out in full force. Let's proceed according to our plan on the way."

Li Sushang nodded, then paused for a moment: "However, I've thought of a better idea."

Zhang Yang turned to look at her.

Li Sushang's eyes lit up, and she took half a step forward: "Master casually said, 'Do you know the Golden Sand Gang? Go and defeat their leader before you come back.' It is indeed troublesome to fight them one by one according to the rules, and my target is only their leader, so why don't we infiltrate the mountain stronghold, hide in the warehouse, and then jump out at night to fight Eagle one-on-one, defeat him, and then leave triumphantly!"

"..." Zhang Yang was speechless for a moment: "I noticed you were deep in thought the whole way, so it seems like you're thinking of replacing my plan with this one?"

"Yeah! Yeah! Pretty impressive, right?"

"Which storybook did you copy this from?"

"Hey, how did you know?"

Li Sushang quickly covered her mouth, realizing that she had accidentally let something slip, and could only helplessly admit: "I heard a story in the village a few days ago called 'The Sacred Fire Jade Lotus Platform'."

"It is said that Yan Shilu, the Holy Master of the Holy Fire Sect, disguised himself and infiltrated the Lotus Gathering of heroes in the martial arts world."

"Those upright people were discussing how to attack the Holy Fire Cult, and Yan Shilu was sitting among them."

"On the day of the conference, he suddenly launched an attack, defeating the leaders of the Shao, Lian, and Hua sects in succession, setting fire to the Jade Lotus Platform, and leaving laughing—wasn't that cool?"

"……handsome."

“Right! We can do this: have these four pretend to capture us, then let them lure the eagle here, and then we can launch a surprise attack…”

"stop."

Zhang Yang raised one hand.

Li Sushang stopped and blinked.

"Miss Li Sushang, do you know the difference between you and the Celestial Li Dazhentou?"

"Are celestial beings immortals?"

"Celestial Being Li Dazhentou is useless in both literature and martial arts, but your martial arts skills are quite reliable."

Li Sushang was taken aback: "Useless in both literary and martial arts?"

“Don’t worry about these important points.” Zhang Yang clapped his hands. “I’ve figured it out along the way. That eagle is training these bandits like an army. They even know how to form formations. People like that are definitely well-versed in Sun Tzu’s Art of War. Don’t embarrass yourself.”

"Oh." Li Sushang nodded, then asked, "Have you read 'The Art of War'?"

"I followed the trend and looked at some things because of a fishmonger, but that's not important. Let's keep it simple." Zhang Yang said seriously, "If you don't believe me, you can ask your super brain. It will tell you to use super power directly."

Li Sushang stood there, resting her chin on her hands, thinking for a long time.

She was indeed not entirely reconciled.

She had been thinking about that plan of disguise and infiltration the whole way.

She replayed in her mind the image of Yan Shilu laughing as he left at the Lotus Assembly several times.

That's so cool.

She wanted to be that cool just once.

But she can also distinguish between good and bad.

"...Alright then, I'll listen to you this time."

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

Li Sushang picked up the kerosene can from the ground and poured the kerosene onto the wooden pillars of the warehouse.

Chapter Four: Those Who Don't Emphasize Martial Morality and Those Who Emphasize Martial Morality

As the sun began to set in the west, yellow sand rose in the distance.

First, it's a thin line, like a stroke of a pen on the horizon.

Then it grew wider and thicker, and the sound of horses' hooves came from the wind, rolling across the dunes like muffled thunder.

The fire was burning intensely, and thick black smoke was billowing upwards.

The earthen wall was blackened by smoke, and the tattered flag on top of the wall was burned down to only half a flagpole, pointing crookedly to the sky.

The large group of people stopped about a mile outside the post station.

As the dust settled slowly, a dark mass of figures appeared on horseback.

The leader reined in his horse, not rushing forward, but squinting as he watched the plume of black smoke rising into the sky.

He was about forty years old, with graying temples and several old knife scars across his face, but his eyes were exceptionally bright, like those of an eagle.

eagle.

The leader of the Golden Sands Gang remained silent.

The gang members behind him remained silent.

More than a hundred people, riding horses, stood quietly on that sandy ground, with only the horses occasionally snorting.

The entire team remained as silent as a stone.

This silence lasted for about ten breaths.

Then the eagle raised its hand.

"Third brother, take ten men and go around to the east to see if there are any ambushes behind the village."

"Yes."

"Fourth brother, take twenty men and go put out the fire. Save as many as you can."

"Yes."

"The rest of you, stay put and wait for orders."

The commands are concise and free of unnecessary words.

The group immediately split into three groups: one headed east, another spurred their horses toward the post station, and the main force remained in place, spreading out in a loose fan shape.

They can attack or defend, maintaining a protective distance from each other.

Zhang Yang lay hidden behind a rock, watching everything unfold.

Good heavens, these aren't bandits, they're an army.

Could the Ming Empire control its border troops and ensure they receive full pay, or at least prevent them from defecting to enemy leaders?

It seems there's no wild boar hide to throw at them, but throwing themselves at bandits isn't much better!

The team that was fighting the fire rushed to the front of the post station, but they did not rush in en masse.

The leader reined in his horse and paused outside the gate for a moment, glancing inside to make sure there were no ambushes before waving for the others to follow.

Some people unloaded water bags from their horses, some scooped up sand and covered the flames, and some rushed to the side houses that hadn't yet caught fire, trying to salvage any usable supplies.

There was a clear division of labor, and no one shouted or ran around.

Then someone discovered the things on the ground.

Four heads were neatly arranged on the stone steps at the entrance, lined up in a row.

Upon receiving the message, the eagle spurred its horse forward. Each of the four heads had a piece of paper pasted on it, bearing the same sentence:

"The murderers are Zhang Yang and Li Sushang. If you wish to take revenge, please come to the canyon to the east."

About two breaths later, he withdrew his gaze and turned to face the gang members behind him.

At this moment, everyone is watching him.

The eagle knew what they were thinking.

The village was burned down.

The warehouse is gone.

The Golden Sands Gang had ruled the northern deserts for six years without ever suffering such humiliation.

The gang member had a burning desire, but that desire could burn others, and it could also burn him. He needed to direct that desire in the right direction.

"You saw it all? The village burned down, the warehouse is gone, and four brothers are dead." He said.

"Six years have passed. From the very first day I arrived here, I told you all—the Golden Sands Gang doesn't cause trouble, but it's not afraid of trouble either. Today, someone has brought trouble upon us."

"Then let them know what happens when they mess with the Sands Gang."

The gang members' breathing changed, and their grip on the knife hilts tightened.

The eagle observed all of this and nodded: "Let's eat first. Once we're full and have the energy, we can talk about the chase."

"Open up the loot we robbed today and distribute it to the brothers. Whether it's silver or cloth, give them their share. Also, go to the dungeon and see how much grain is left in the granary. Take it all out and cook it. We'll treat the brothers to a good meal tonight."

His subordinate responded and left.

The eagle dismounted and walked to a shady spot untouched by the fire, sitting down with a blank expression on his face, but his mind was racing.

The four men left at the post station were all felled in a single blow; their swords weren't even drawn, and their crossbows weren't even cocked.

"The canyon to the east is a trap set by a cunning individual, a deliberate lure. Even though I know there's a high probability of an ambush there, my men, seeing this, will likely be unable to remain indifferent."

'Especially since there are only two names, if it were a group of people, the subordinates would remain calm, but how could they possibly tolerate being threatened by just two people?'

'Impressive, truly impressive.'

The eagle thought of the Rakshasa Kingdom, of the snow stained red with blood, and of those who thought they could outmaneuver him, only to become corpses in the snow.

This time will be no exception.

"Boss."

His subordinate brought over a bowl of hot soup and a piece of flatbread and placed it in front of him.

"It's just been heated up. There's still some food left in the kitchen, enough for tonight's meal, and the brothers asked if they could have some of the women they looted."

"Don't ruin it, we still need to sell some to recoup our losses."

The eagle opened its eyes, nodded, then picked up the bowl and brought it to its mouth.

"wrong!"

The soup doesn't smell right.

Isn't this the "Qi-blocking powder" that I taught them to prepare?

"Everyone, stop!"

Some of the followers had already picked up their bowls, but stopped when they heard his voice.

Some had already taken a sip and were looking up at him with a puzzled expression.

"Put down your food!"

But it was too late.

boom!

The first person fell, then the second, the third...

Like dominoes, they fell one after another.

Some people were still trying to pull out their knives, but they only managed to pull the knife halfway before collapsing to the ground.

Some people tried to stand up, but their legs gave way and they knelt down again.

The horses also began to neigh restlessly.