Crossover anime/manga, immediately transmigrated after death

Before the sword energy even reached him, the sand and gravel on the ground began to crumble, crushed into dust by the invisible pressure of the sword.

Zhang Yang's feet were neither pointed nor square, and his whole body looked like an iron stake driven into the ground.

Within his dantian, the fiery seal script of the character "虚" (xu, meaning emptiness) was pulsating violently.

The depleted Honkai energy within a one-kilometer radius was refined layer by layer by the Heart Flame, transforming into an unprecedentedly vast energy.

This energy surged within him, like a raging river blocked by a dam, crashing wildly against the walls of his dantian, searching for an outlet.

"That punch—"

Zhang Yang raised his arm, the muscles in it tensing instantly, crimson cracks appearing on his skin. The intense heat had burned shimmering patterns beneath his skin.

In an instant, the sunlight, the morning light, the yellow of the desert, the earthen color of the courtyard walls, Cheng Ling Shuang's white hair, Li Su Chang's brown hair… all the colors were stripped away in a flash, as if someone had torn a painting in half, revealing the blank space beneath the canvas. (Ling)

"This is..."

Li Sushang's pupils reflected only darkness; she could only see Zhang Yang standing there. All the light, all the heat, all the colors around her were absorbed into Zhang Yang's palm.

Even "time" was a beat behind. (Group)

"Piercing through the stars!"

Zhang Yang's fist shot straight into the sky.

Snap! Wine

The world brightened once more.

First, a sliver of white light seeped out from that point, followed by countless rays of light.

boom!!!

The fiery energy shot skyward and crashed into the seamless sky net.

The millions of sword energies on the Heavenly Net vanished silently the moment they came into contact with the fist's force, like morning mist illuminated by the sun.

The sword energy, formed from Honkai energy, was absorbed into a higher-dimensional energy cycle the instant it came into contact with the imaginary singularity, like a drop of water falling into the ocean, leaving not even a ripple.

The net of justice has been lifted, leaving everything clean and clear.

"I concede." Cheng Ling Shuang calmed herself and withdrew her hand. "What was this punch called?"

Zhang Yang withdrew his fist, straightened his body, and the inner flame in his dantian had returned to calm: "Floating life, crossing the dust."

Cheng Ling Shuang tilted her head: "What do you mean?"

Zhang Yang explained, "This punch draws all the surrounding Honkai energy into my dantian, burns it into imaginary energy with my heart flame, and connects it to a higher level of power."

"I concentrate all the imaginary energy into my fist, forming an unstable singularity."

“The singularity connects to another space. The energy of your Taixu Sword Qi also comes from the imaginary space. Once the singularity is opened, the sword qi will be returned.”

"The Sword Net was 'returned'."

In the Honkai universe, there is a theory that when the Honkai energy concentration in a certain region reaches a critical value, it will form an "imaginary singularity" and select an intelligent life form, endowing it with a Herrscher core and making it a "Herrscher".

The Herrscher core is the key that connects to the imaginary space, so theoretically, the Herrscher can draw almost infinite energy from it.

Zhang Yang only discovered a similar phenomenon yesterday when he was refining Honkai energy.

When imaginary energy is concentrated at a point, an unstable "imaginary singularity" is generated, which is connected to the imaginary space. Just like a high-speed airplane suddenly opening its cabin door, causing explosive decompression, the collapse energy on this side will flow back into the imaginary space.

"Young Master Zhang, I don't understand any of what you're saying." Li Sushang scratched her head: "What is Honkai energy, what is imaginary energy, and what is imaginary space?"

Zhang Yang could only say, "Just think of it as me drilling a hole in the wall, so all the light in the room floods into the darkness on the other side."

"I didn't understand any of what you were talking about—imaginary numbers, singularities, space…" Cheng Ling Shuang's tone remained calm. "That's not important."

"Then what's important?"

“It’s important. We’ve already wasted a lot of time. It’s time to head out.” Cheng Ling Shuang turned around and walked into the house, her white hair swaying gently in the morning light.

"The luggage should be ready, right?"

As she reached the threshold, she paused, turned her head, and said, "I've agreed to the harem thing you mentioned earlier. From now on, I'll be your woman."

After saying that, she stepped over the threshold and disappeared into the shadows behind the door.

"..."

Li Sushang stood there, mouth agape, staring blankly in the direction where Cheng Ling Shuang had disappeared. She then turned to look at Zhang Yang: "Master... what did Master say?"

"She said she agreed to join my harem."

"..."

What kind of expression is that?

"It's nothing." Li Sushang took a deep breath, squatted down and picked up the melon seed plate that had fallen to the ground. "I just think that my master is the most mentally unstable person in the world."

"You're only just realizing this?"

"I thought she had just gone crazy from practicing swordsmanship, but now I realize she really has a problem with her brain."

Zhang Yang couldn't help but laugh.

Li Sushang squatted on the ground, picking up the scattered dates one by one and putting them back into the plate, muttering things like, "What kind of story is a romance with a twenty-year age gap?" and "My master must be possessed by some evil spirit."

Chapter Forty-Eight: Even if I wanted to change it, I couldn't.

Zizai Gate is located in the northern desert.

If you go out the door and walk ten miles east, there is a border town.

A key point on the Ancient Tea Horse Road, a bustling place where merchants and travelers came and went, and where people of different ethnicities and backgrounds lived together.

Three people were walking on the official road.

Li Sushang walked at the front, her steps light and quick, her brown twin ponytails bouncing on her shoulders.

Zhang Yang followed behind her, his hands behind his head, looking around.

Cheng Ling Shuang walked at the back, her steps neither hurried nor slow, her white hair fluttering gently in the wind.

After walking for about ten miles, Li Sushang suddenly slowed down and moved closer to Zhang Yang.

"In your world, that world full of glass houses, what do they ride when they go out?"

You're asking about transportation?

"Yes, that's exactly what I mean."

Zhang Yang thought for a moment: "The people over there mainly travel by train and ship. The train runs on rails... how should I put it, it's like a long iron dragon with wheels underneath, propelled by steam. It can travel hundreds of miles a day."

Li Sushang blinked: "So fast?"

"Fast. There's something even faster. In World One, there's something called a 'car,' which doesn't need tracks, has four legs... no, four wheels, and can go wherever it wants. It's much faster than riding a horse."

Li Sushang's eyes lit up: "It can run on four wheels?"

"It burns oil. It burns a black liquid to produce heat, which pushes a piston to turn, and the piston drives a wheel to turn, and that's how it goes."

Li Sushang was silent for a moment: "I didn't understand a word."

“That’s normal. If I were to explain to you how true qi flows through the meridians, you’d think I couldn’t understand it either.”

"It's as if you understand how true qi moves."

"I understand. The Honkai energy flows into the meridians, travels along the eight extraordinary meridians, and then into the dantian..."

"Alright, alright, I understand, you don't need to say anything more."

Cheng Ling Shuang walked behind, her pace neither quickening nor slowing, but she pricked up one ear.

Zhang Yang noticed this, smiled, and continued, "There's another thing called an airplane. It's made of iron, has wings, and can fly in the sky. It can carry hundreds of people and can fly from the easternmost part of the Ming Dynasty to the westernmost part in just one day."

Li Sushang stopped in her tracks.

"The sky?"

"In the sky."

"Iron?"

"Iron."

"Flying in the sky?"

"Flying in the sky."

Li Sushang opened her mouth, then closed it again.

She looked up at the vast blue sky above, as if imagining a giant iron bird flying through the clouds.

"Are the people over there... gods?"

"mortal."

"Can an iron bird made by ordinary people fly in the sky?"

"Hmm. Not relying on internal energy, but on something called 'aerodynamics'."

Li Sushang managed to utter a single sentence: "The people over there are too unconventional."

Cheng Ling Shuang gave a soft "hmm" from behind.

It's impossible to tell whether they agree or are simply expressing their opinion.

We're almost in the city.

The outline of the city wall can be seen in the distance.

It's not tall, made of rammed loess, and has stood in the wind and sand for decades, its walls covered with cracks and traces of repairs.

Just then, Cheng Ling Shuang suddenly called out, "My lord."

Zhang Yang stumbled, almost losing his balance, and turned to look at Cheng Ling Shuang's expressionless face: "What did you call me?"

"My lord," Cheng Ling Shuang said in a flat tone, as if she were commenting on the weather, "you yourself said you wanted to have a harem. Since I agreed, she is your wife. A wife should call her husband 'my lord.'"

Li Sushang stared wide-eyed at him.

"Master! You..."

"how?"

You've only known each other for a few days!

"Four days, and you've only been here for less than a month."

Li Sushang's mouth was open, and she couldn't breathe.

Cheng Ling Shuang ignored her and continued looking at Zhang Yang, asking, "My lord, do you have women in other worlds?"

Zhang Yang was still a little stunned by the address "sir".

He composed himself and said, "No."

"No, there really isn't!"

"You're good-looking, you have a sweet voice, and you can beat me. How could you not have women?"

"Of course not. I value the quality of my harem very much. If a woman isn't someone I like, I simply won't accept her."

"Then Su Chang and I are truly unfortunate."

"I think this is lucky. Ling Shuang, look, people as handsome and powerful as me, who also have secrets, are very rare."

"Don't suddenly call Ling Shuang."

"You suddenly started calling me 'sir'."

Li Sushang, who was listening nearby, was furious.

She didn't even know what she was angry about.

Why was she angry that her master called him "sir" so casually? Why was Zhang Yang so readily accepting it? Or was she angry that neither of them had asked for her opinion?

She kicked a pebble by the roadside and muttered, "Wild man."

“I’m not wild at all, and I care a lot about the people I like.” Zhang Yang smiled. “That’s why I was granted the power to travel, called ‘A Thousand Miles of Love Connected by a Single Thread,’ which allows me to instantly teleport to the side of the people I care about.”

Li Sushang was stunned: "Really?"

"real."

"How far is it possible?"