Crossover anime/manga, immediately transmigrated after death

Cheng Ling Shuang: "..."

The courtyard was quiet for a moment.

The morning breeze blew in from the Gobi Desert, causing the dates on the stone table to roll slightly.

Cheng Ling Shuang silently walked to the stone table, sat down on another stone bench, and sat there quietly, as if she were simply basking in the sun.

"Give some to your teacher as well..."

As he spoke, he casually grabbed a handful of dried fruit.

Ok.

You're curious too, aren't you?

Zhang Yang took a deep breath and stood opposite the two of them: "Alright, I'll start from the beginning..."

Chapter 45 What the master can touch, the disciple cannot.

On the stone table were melon seeds, dates, and a pot of tea.

The morning breeze blows from the Gobi Desert, carrying the scent of dry sand.

The sunlight slanted across the courtyard, casting the three people's shadows into three lines of varying lengths.

Zhang Yang stood in front of the stone table, thinking for a moment about where to begin: "The history of that world is different from ours."

Li Sushang grabbed a handful of melon seeds: "How are they different?"

"In short, it's a long story, but it can be simply understood as the era after the fall of the Ming Dynasty, which was followed by the Qing Dynasty..."

Zhang Yang briefly explained the historical differences before continuing, "It is said that on that day, after I died, I entered a secret realm and arrived at a place—a land in the far west, thousands of miles away, called England, whose capital is London..."

"...It was truly a scene of three demon kings meeting on the banks of the Thames, the sky darkened, the city was filled with panic, and the people ran around like ants."

Li Sushang listened with great interest, especially to the local customs and culture, which were completely different from those of the Ming Empire, which satisfied her curiosity.

Cheng Ling Shuang listened and found it interesting, but also strange. These three kings were really powerful. They could move mountains and fill seas with a wave of their hands. It was a bit too much.

Zhang Yang continued, recounting his experiences of accidentally entering the Netherworld, being surrounded and killed by dwarves, being possessed by divine wrath, and the descent of the Crimson Emperor.

Li Sushang was so engrossed in listening that she didn't even notice the sunflower seed shells falling to the ground.

Cheng Ling Shuang held the teacup, her fingertips hovering in mid-air, not falling for a long time.

"This is outrageous!" Li Sushang slammed her hand on the table and stood up. "You can gain such power by killing a god?"

Zhang Yang shrugged: "I also think it's outrageous, but that's really the rule of that world."

“I stayed there for a month and heard some things from the elders of the Chinese martial arts world.”

Zhang Yang sat down, picked up a date, took a bite, and began to speak indistinctly.

"They say that no matter the era or the land, people will name gods and create myths."

“In ancient times, gods had no names. Humans regarded strong winds as divine wrath, floods as divine punishment, and dangerous wild beasts as incarnations of gods.”

"Later, mankind gave names to the gods: the creator god of the earth, the god of battle on the battlefield, the goddess of harvest, the judge god of the underworld... Each god had his own name, his own duties, and his own mythology."

"Once a name and a myth are established, the gods will not do anything beyond the scope of their duties."

"Whether it's bestowing favors or seeking revenge, it's all within the rules."

"Humans can deal with the threat from the gods through sacrifice, prayer, and rituals."

"But some gods will break free from this bondage."

Zhang Yang took a bite of the date and chewed it: "They will return to their original state—a state without names, without myths, and without any rules. Such gods are called 'disobedient gods'."

"If they were to descend upon the human world, they would bring disaster."

"When the sun god descends, the world will become unbearably hot. When the sea god descends, the world will be swallowed by waves. When the god of the underworld descends, plagues will spread to every corner."

“The old people said that whoever kills this god can devour its soul, gain its power, and be reborn as a ‘god-slaying beast’.”

Li Sushang was mesmerized: "A beast that slays gods?"

“Godslayers are human, but they have completely transcended the realm of humanity,” Zhang Yang continued to explain. “Their bodies are tougher than steel, and their bones are harder than alloys.”

"The bleeding will stop immediately after an injury, and the pain sensation will become dulled."

"They possess hundreds of times more magical power than ordinary cultivators, making external spells completely ineffective against them."

"When you're fighting at full strength, your body will automatically adjust to its optimal state."

Li Sushang was silent for a while, then she put down the melon seeds in her hand, stood up, and walked to Zhang Yang.

"Let me touch it."

As Li Sushang spoke, she reached out and poked Zhang Yang's arm.

"what……"

She poked it again.

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Her fingers pressed down on Zhang Yang's arm, as if testing the hardness of some material. (Ling)

"It's hard." (Little)

"That sounds a bit odd," she said.

Zhang Yang shrank back. (Group)

Li Sushang ignored him, then pressed his shoulder and squeezed his arm, as if she were examining a piece of jade that had just been unearthed. Her eyes sparkled, and she became more and more excited as she touched it.

"The muscles here... are completely different from before. Before, your tendons were very thin; Master said you were 'a foolish person,' with average bone structure. Now it's like you're a completely different person."

Zhang Yang felt uncomfortable being touched by her: "Alright, alright, that's enough."

"Let me touch it again," Li Sushang said, her hand already reaching for his chest.

"Hey--"

"It's hard now." She pressed her hand against his chest and commented seriously, "You've got pectoral muscles too. Before, you were a weak scholar who couldn't even kill a chicken."

"That's because I didn't need to tie up the chicken in the first place..."

"What about your back? Has your back changed too?"

She went behind him and patted his back: "It really is, the muscles in your shoulder blades..."

Zhang Yang couldn't hold back any longer: "Miss Li Sushang, can you tone it down a bit?"

Li Sushang stopped moving and met Zhang Yang's gaze. Then, as if she suddenly realized what she was doing, her face turned bright red.

"I...I...I was just curious!"

She abruptly withdrew her hand, took two steps back, and her ears turned as red as if they were about to bleed.

"I just wanted to know how the bodies of godkillers differed from those of ordinary people! I meant nothing else!"

"Have you touched it enough?"

"I've touched you enough!"

She lowered her head, and her voice grew softer and softer.

“Then let me take a look…” Cheng Ling Shuang reached out and directly pulled open his collar.

A morning breeze rushed into his collar, and Zhang Yang shivered.

"senior?"

Cheng Ling Shuang's gaze fell on his chest, and she pressed her finger on it, touching an inch above his dantian.

"here."

She applied slight pressure with her fingertips.

Zhang Yang felt a cool sensation seep into her fingertips, passing through her skin and muscles, and probing deep into her dantian.

Cheng Ling Shuang withdrew her hand and said expressionlessly, "There is indeed something in your dantian, a ball of fire. The temperature is very high, but it is locked in by your body and has not leaked out. The Yellow Court is like a furnace, where essence, qi and spirit are all tempered. It seems to be the Taoist alchemical fire way, the Red Emperor... It sounds like a myth from the Lianshan Mountains."

Before Zhang Yang could speak, Li Sushang suddenly leaned over, grabbed Zhang Yang's collar, and pulled him to the side, revealing half of her chest.

"If the master can touch it, why can't the disciple?"

"???"

Zhang Yang was completely stunned.

Li Sushang blushed, but her hands moved without hesitation. She imitated Cheng Ling Shuang, extending her fingers to press on Zhang Yang's dantian.

"This place, right? The fire Master mentioned... wait, it really is a bit hot?"

The moment her fingertips touched him, Zhang Yang's dantian seemed to be stirred by something, and a warm breath flowed through her fingers.

Li Sushang exclaimed "Ah!" and withdrew her hand as if she had been electrocuted.

"It's moving!"

Zhang Yang: "..."

Please don't use that weird way of saying it!

Cheng Ling Shuang withdrew her hand, turned around and walked to the center of the courtyard: "Come on. Let's see what you're capable of."

The desert dawns, and the courtyard stands in solitude.

The white-haired woman stood in the center of the open space, dressed in simple clothes, her figure as graceful as a lone pine tree emerging from a mountain.

The morning light spilled in from behind her, bathing her in a pale golden halo.

Her white hair, as white as snow, fell over her shoulders and back, the ends of which were gently lifted by the wind and then fell back down, like threads of moonlight floating in the morning breeze.

Her profile was very faint.

The eyebrows are thin and long, the bridge of the nose is straight, and the jawline is neatly defined.

His face was expressionless, yet not cold; it was simply clean and clear, like a piece of white silk that had been outlined with ink but had not yet been colored.

Zhang Yang suddenly felt that Niaf's death was very unjust. Her final charm had no effect on him, while Cheng Ling Shuang's mere presence made him feel incredibly moved.

Since you're interested, why not take action?

"If I win, can you join my harem, senior?"

Chapter 46: Left punch deals high damage, right punch deals high damage

Cheng Ling Shuang stood in the center of the courtyard.

The morning light streamed in from behind her, and her white hair swayed gently in the breeze.

She turned her head and glanced at Zhang Yang: "The harem?"

“It’s the kind of man with three wives and four concubines, three thousand beauties.” Zhang Yang gestured with his arms outstretched. “One man, a group of women, living in harmony and enjoying family bliss.”

Li Sushang chuckled from the side, "You're still thinking about your lousy harem?"

“How can this be called a broken harem?” Zhang Yang turned around, his face serious. “This concerns my life goals.”

"Is your life goal just to get married?"

"To be precise, it means he had many wives."

Li Sushang rolled her eyes: "Can't you have some lofty ambitions? Like becoming the best in the world, or going down in history, or founding your own sect...aren't any of those better than having a harem?"

“That’s not right,” Zhang Yang said, wagging his index finger. “Beauties are only meant for the strong. So the more beauties a man has, the stronger he becomes. Men all want to be strong, so they all want to have harems. Isn’t that easy to understand?”

Li Sushang opened her mouth: "That's a fallacy."

"How is that a fallacy? Think about it, if a peerless master like Senior Cheng, the number one martial artist in the world today, were to become part of my harem, wouldn't that be an earth-shattering event? And you..."

Zhang Yang pointed at Li Sushang.

"The young master of Yijian Manor, the grand-disciple of Immortal Chiyuan, a sword genius with talent and aptitude one in ten thousand. If you were to join my harem, wouldn't that be more boast-worthy than winning a battle?"

"Who wants to join your harem!"

“And then there’s the Crimson Kite Immortal.” Zhang Yang completely ignored her protest and continued, “An immortal who has lived for fifty thousand years, if he were to become part of my harem… tsk tsk tsk, just saying that would scare the entire martial arts world into a stupor.”

Li Sushang's face flushed red: "You...you even dare to covet my great-grandmaster?"

"Why wouldn't I dare? It's all about conquest, conquering the world is much easier than conquering you women, so of course I'll take on the challenge!"

"..."