Crossover anime/manga, immediately transmigrated after death

"So if we go to Sky Peak now, there are two possibilities. The best-case scenario is that Immortal Crimson Kite is still there, and we can exchange information together." Cang

"The worst-case scenario is that the Thousand-Man Herrscher has been resurrected, and the Crimson Lotus Sage and the other Seven Swords have been eliminated." —Ling

"Although we travel very fast, using our light-footed skills almost like flying, it will still take us a day to reach Sky Peak."

Li Sushang frowned: "You mean we should find our grandmaster first? But we don't know where our grandmaster is. Are we going to go back to Sichuan and try our luck?"

Cheng Ling Shuang also said, "It would be better to go to Tianqiong Peak to block the entrance first. We can ask the boss to confirm whether she has completely fallen into demonic possession."

"It's a good plan, but I'd like to make some modifications." (Group)

Zhang Yang explained, “My power, ‘A Thousand Miles of Marriage Connected by a Single Thread,’ allows me to move to the side of my ‘beloved.’ This ‘beloved’ is subjective; as long as I’ve decided that person is my beloved, I can take a single step to reach them.”

"Your sweetheart?" Li Sushang asked, confirming, "Have you met your grandmaster? Otherwise, isn't this a bit too casual?"

Cheng Ling Shuang wholeheartedly agreed: "Hearing rumors about the fairy and treating her as one's beloved is almost like developing madness."

Zhang Yang: "..."

No, shouldn't you be amazed by the power of "a single thread connecting lovers from afar"?

Zhang Yang had no choice but to explain: "My [Space Travel] can be understood as being outside the world, which is equivalent to looking down on the ground from the air. Therefore, I can see some people and things from the past. I have seen the image of Chi Yuan Zhenren and know her experience, just like I know about the Honkai and the pre-civilization."

"Is that so?" Li Sushang opened her mouth.

Cheng Ling Shuang nodded in agreement: "That makes sense."

"Master, don't nod! That makes sense!"

Zhang Yang extended his hand to the two of them: "Give me your hand, we can only get across together if we hold hands."

Li Sushang subconsciously reached out her hand, but halfway through, she felt something was wrong. Was this too casual?

Snapped!

Without hesitation, Cheng Ling Shuang reached out and intertwined her fingers with Zhang Yang's.

Li Sushang: "..."

stare--

"Su Chang, hurry up."

Li Sushang gritted her teeth, reached out, and clasped her hands together with Zhang Yang's other hand, her knuckles wedged between Zhang Yang's fingers, tightly clasped, as if to declare something.

Zhang Yang glanced at her.

Li Sushang turned her face away, her ears turning bright red.

"—Send me to that faraway place—"

Palms clasped together.

"—My destined partner—"

Longing is like a thread.

"—Here—"

The incantation descended, and the three of them vanished instantly.

After a long while, the townspeople, having finished their work, came over, shoving each other with words of thanks and offering gifts.

When they arrived at the teahouse, they found it empty. On the table, there was only a plate of half-eaten osmanthus cake, a pot of cold tea, and three empty cups with a few copper coins pressed on the bottom of the cups.

He left with such style.

Everyone couldn't help but exclaim, "As expected of the disciples of the Taixu Sect, they are truly immortals!"

Chapter Fifty-Four: Guardians of the Divine Land, True Man Chi Yuan

Bamboo forest in Sichuan.

The stone steps are not long, but they are very winding.

The bluestone slabs were covered with a thin layer of moss, making them slightly slippery when stepped on.

Fu Hua stepped down the stairs, remaining silent.

Not far behind, a pretty young girl's figure followed Chi Yuan. Sometimes very close, sometimes very far.

The girl wasn't real; she was merely one of countless illusions created by Chi Yuan's damaged brain. But illusions come and go, appearing and disappearing, faint and fleeting. Many people left, leaving only her—

—A woman who killed herself with her own hands.

Who knows you better than your own killer?

Lin Chaoyu's illusion followed behind Fu Hua and said, "You are the Crimson Phoenix Master, the master of the seven of us. My mother—she died at your hands. When I was six years old, she went mad from her cultivation. Since then, I have been following you."

Fu Hua did not stop.

"You are incredibly powerful, both powerful and resolute. Immortal and with unparalleled martial arts skills, no one in this world can compare to you. When I first met you, I think no one could help but be awestruck by you. You possess the bearing of a god, a realm that mortals can never reach."

"When we returned to the mountain with you, we were all overjoyed. The seven of us were all orphans, and we sincerely admired and respected you. However, the longer we spent with you, the more we understood in our hearts: in your eyes, we were nothing more than passersby who would pass away in a hundred years, pawns to be used and discarded."

“You are exactly that kind of person: you are initially attracted, but the longer you spend time with someone, the more you want to get away.”

Fu Hua stopped in her tracks.

She stood on the stone steps, the bamboo shadows swaying on her.

The voice spoke very softly, but every word fell into her ears and into her heart.

During this time, the phantom kept trying to persuade her.

Forget everything, just leave like this, the sky is high and the sea is wide, no need to care about the storms of China anymore, no need to care about the whereabouts of the seven swords anymore.

She's lived too long; she deserves a rest.

But she can't leave.

She has lost many memories.

Some were washed away by time, and some were sealed away by her own hands.

But something remains—the promise.

She had to fulfill her promise.

Recover the seven Xuanyuan Swords.

The key to domination cannot be left to the outside world.

This is one of the few missions she still remembers.

Just as Fu Hua was about to take another step, a tiny, pitch-black singularity flashed across the air in front of the stone steps.

call out!

A slight thrust emanated from the location of the singularity.

Three figures appeared on the stone steps.

The boy in the middle has sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes.

The white-haired woman on the left is dressed in plain clothes and has no expression.

The girl on the right has brown twin tails and holds a blue-black longsword.

Cheng Ling Shuang and Fu Hua's eyes met.

The bamboo grove was quiet for a moment.

The wind rustled through the bamboo leaves.

Sunlight poured down from above, casting a line of light and shadow on the stone steps between the two.

Cheng Ling Shuang remained silent.

Fu Hua remained silent.

They just looked at each other.

The last time we met was twenty years ago.

The last time they met, Cheng Ling Shuang was holding a sword, which was stained with blood.

"Master..."

“Ling Shuang…”

Li Sushang blinked and immediately sensed that something was wrong, so she looked at Fu Hua.

She was a girl who looked no more than seventeen years old, with gray hair like frost and a pair of clear, bright blue eyes, as deep as an ancient pool, showing no emotion whatsoever.

She was very beautiful, with sharp eyebrows, a straight nose, tightly pursed lips, and distinct facial features.

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She possesses both the delicate beauty of a woman and the fortitude of a man, making it difficult to determine whether to describe her as a "beauty" or a "young master."

He was dressed in a white and blue outfit made of fine silk, with a clean cut and no superfluous decorations.

The tight waist made his figure appear even flatter and straighter, like a long spear standing in the wind.

It has no curves, no softness, not even a trace of feminine grace.

The person standing there looked like a sword drawn from its sheath.

Straight.

Sharp.

cold.

She is the guardian of the Divine Land, the True Person Chi Yuan.

He is widely recognized as the number one martial artist.

Zhang Yang's gaze did not fall on Fu Hua, but looked at the girl behind Fu Hua and pointed at her.

"Did you create this Lin Chaoyu yourself?"

Fu Hua suddenly looked up, her gaze like a drawn sword. "You can see her?"

"I can see it."

Fu Hua stared at him.

Then the two of them moved at the same time.

The target wasn't the other person, but the phantom behind Fu Hua.

Hey!

Lin Chaoyu took a step back, her figure becoming blurred like smoke blown away by the wind.

The surrounding bamboo forest twisted and contorted in an instant, like noodles being kneaded by an invisible hand. The surroundings suddenly changed and transformed into a mountaintop.

Illusion.

Moreover, it's an illusion that directly affects reality.

Fu Hua took a step forward, and her right fist was delivered smoothly from her waist.

boom!

The fist left a white afterimage in the air, and Lin Chaoyu's figure scattered a moment before the fist's wind arrived, turning into dozens of Lin Chaoyu wielding swords and thrusting towards Fu Hua.

Fu Hua withdrew his fist and turned to the side, letting the afterimages pass through him. He used the outside of his left arm to parry a sword, while simultaneously striking Lin Chaoyu in the chest with his right elbow.

boom!

Lin Chaoyu shattered instantly, but reappeared several feet away.

On the other side, Zhang Yang suddenly turned around, as if dodging something.

Whoosh!

The flame in his dantian flickered, as if it were being blown by a gust of wind from a punch, swaying slightly.

It's Honkai energy.

An attack formed from Honkai energy swept past Zhang Yang.

It is both real and illusory, a blend of the real and the unreal.

He simply dodged the attack instinctively.