Crossover anime/manga, immediately transmigrated after death

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The first principle of Cunxin Boxing is not the eyes, as sight is the easiest sense to deceive; instinct is.

The instincts of a god-slayer are so powerful that they can be described as prophetic.

boom!

Zhang Yang unleashed a sweeping kick, his leg sweeping out horizontally, leaving a crimson arc in its wake.

The fiery energy exploded from his leg, transforming into a crescent-shaped flame slash that cleaved the space several feet in front of him in two.

The trail left by the flames in the air resembled a burning crack, igniting all the illusory colors.

Lin Chaoyu was right in front of him, her soft sword held horizontally in front of her, her waist torn open by the fire energy, like a piece of paper burned in two.

“Master, all your current suffering is merely clinging to the past—but it's gone now. Forgetting is a gift, lifting all the burdens of the past. You are free. The world is vast; go wherever you want, do whatever you want. You are free.”

Fu Hua watched as Lin Chaoyu's phantom gradually became transparent. There was no resentment or anger on her face, only a faint sadness, like a lamp that was about to burn out, shining brightly for the last time before going out.

"Asagao...why did you want to kill me?"

Lin Chaoyu's figure completely disappeared, and no answer could be found. She was just a memory; how could she know things that Fu Hua didn't know?

boom!

The illusion collapsed.

The bamboo forest reappeared in sight, with moss on the stone steps, dappled sunlight filtering through the bamboo leaves overhead, and the sound of birdsong in the distance.

Everything returned to its original position.

But there was a feather in the sky.

Fu Hua extended her hand.

The feather landed in her palm, so light it was almost weightless.

Zhang Yang walked to her side and glanced at the feather: "This is Yu Duchen."

Fu Hua nodded, then shook her head: "My memory... is a bit hazy."

"This feather holds a part of my memory, a memory of Asahi. But it took it upon itself to break free from my consciousness and act on its own."

"It kept telling me in my mind to leave, to forget everything, and to stop caring about the seven swords. It kept saying that."

“I’m not surprised either. Yes, this is Feather Crossing the Dust, the Divine Key that controls consciousness.”

Fu Hua nodded, as if she had finally remembered what it was.

Li Sushang and Cheng Ling Shuang stepped forward, both of them somewhat puzzled. In their eyes, Fu Hua and Zhang Yang simply moved towards one place and then disappeared again, only to reappear circling a feather.

"Grandmaster, Zhang Yang, where did you go just now?"

“Su Chang, they’ve been walking here.”

Zhang Yang reached out and grasped the feather in Fu Hua's palm. The flame in his dantian flickered slightly, and a wisp of fire seal exploded on the surface of the feather—

The character “忆”.

Then, a wisp of light smoke rose from the feather and dissipated in the air.

Zhang Yang handed the feather back to Fu Hua: "Take another look."

Fu Hua took the feather, held it in her palm, closed her eyes, and after a long while, she opened her eyes: "It's not Chao Yu's memory, it's the memory of the Key of Domination that has come to life."

Chapter 55 Cheng Ling Shuang, the Master of Conversation

There is a flat area deep in the bamboo forest.

Several stone tables and benches were scattered among the bamboo shadows, with a thin layer of bamboo leaves on the tabletops, indicating that no one had been here for a long time.

Fu Hua brushed the fallen leaves off the stone bench and sat down.

Cheng Ling Shuang sat down opposite her.

There was a stone table between the two people, with a crack on the tabletop that stretched from the edge to the center, as if it had been cleaved by some sharp weapon.

The wind rustled through the bamboo forest, making the bamboo leaves whisper.

No one spoke.

Twenty years have passed.

Cheng Ling Shuang looked at Fu Hua's face, which was exactly the same as it had been twenty years ago.

Fifty thousand years have left no trace on her face; her gray hair remains as white as frost, her blue eyes are still clear, and even her posture has not changed—her back is straight, her shoulders are level, like a gun standing in the wind.

But I'm getting old.

Of course, her face didn't age either; under the influence of true qi, she aged extremely slowly.

But my mindset has aged.

The little girl who followed her master to learn swordsmanship twenty years ago has become a white-haired woman living alone in the northern desert, and the master that Li Sushang calls "mentally unstable".

"Ling Shuang." Fu Hua seemed to have a long pause before finally finding the first word to say: "Why did you kill me?"

Cheng Ling Shuang gently squeezed her fingers on her knee.

direct.

My master was like this twenty years ago; he never beat around the bush when he spoke.

Cheng Ling Shuang raised her head: "Because at that time we all thought you were wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"The fourth sister has become possessed by a demon. You must kill her."

Fu Hua remained silent for a moment, seemingly recalling the incident.

But her expression told Cheng Ling Shuang that she didn't remember.

It's like a piece of memory has been cut out of my mind, leaving only a blurry outline.

"Do you think I'm wrong?" Fu Hua asked.

I don't think so.

"Then why did you still take action?"

Cheng Ling Shuang paused for a moment: "Because the sword in my hand moved."

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"The Xuanyuan Sword generated its own sword intent, and when I hesitated, it made the decision for me. I thought it was my resonance, but now I know it wasn't..."

She told Fu Hua exactly what Zhang Yang had said.

Yama, Sacred Flame Assembly, Honkai Impact, Dao Lord, Herrscher, Thousand Herrschers, Key of Domination...

After listening, Fu Hua murmured, "Previous civilization... Herrschers... Honkai... I know all of that, but I don't remember many things. You said that the thousand Herrschers controlled your swords and influenced your judgment."

Cheng Ling Shuang nodded.

"And what about you?" Fu Hua looked up at her. "Did you stab yourself, or did the sword instruct you to stab it?"

Cheng Ling Shuang did not avoid the question: "Both."

"I hesitated. The sword intent was formed, and I thought it was my own determination."

"But now that we know it's the sword that's influencing me, let's call it half and half."

"It's half my weakness, and half the seduction of the sword."

"I will not shirk responsibility."

Fu Hua looked at her, a hint of warmth appearing in his eyes.

"You haven't changed."

"Master hasn't changed either."

The two exchanged a glance.

The wind in the bamboo forest paused for a moment, then began to blow again.

Cheng Ling Shuang suddenly asked again, "However, what is the pre-civilization? What are the Herrschers? What exactly is the Honkai?" Cang

Fu Hua looked at her with a strange expression: "You don't know any of this, so how could you believe Zhang Yang's story?"

Cheng Ling Shuang said calmly, "Because I am his wife, I trust him."

"……"change

Fu Hua remained silent for a long time, then rubbed her temples. "Sorry, I think I was hallucinating just now. What did you say?"

Cheng Ling Shuang said expressionlessly, "My husband wants to have a harem. First, he took a fancy to Su Chang, the seventh prince's daughter, then he took a fancy to me, and then he took a fancy to my master. He wants three generations of his family to live together."

Fu Hua: "..."

Am I still in an illusion?

No, Feather Crossing Dust definitely didn't activate, and Sword Heart Reflection doesn't seem like a mishearing.

Fu Hua shook her head, changing the subject: "Let me tell you about the Honkai instead. You'll probably encounter the Herrscher of Domination soon..."

Cheng Ling Shuang straightened her back slightly and listened quietly to Fu Hua's story.

In the bamboo forest, the backs of the master and apprentice were one in front of the other, sitting among the bamboo shadows.

It felt like going back to a long time ago.

……

In Sichuan, at Yijian Mountain Villa.

The villa is no longer recognizable from its original state.

The crumbling walls stood askew among the weeds, and charred wooden beams lay across the ground, their surfaces covered with a layer of grayish-black charcoal.

A faint smell of burning lingered in the air, mixed with the scent of earth and rain.

Li Sushang stood in front of the ruins, holding a shovel in her hand.

She had been searching through the ruins for most of the day.

Her clothes were covered in dust, and there were several dust streaks on her face. Her brown pigtails were a little messy.

But she didn't stop. She turned over bricks and tiles one by one, carrying out the remains she could find one by one and placing them neatly on the open ground.

Zhang Yang helped from the side, but didn't say anything to comfort him; he just kept his head down and worked.

They moved stones, dug a pit, carefully placed the unrecognizable remains into it, and then filled the pit with soil shovel by shovel.

The two worked from noon until the sun began to set.

After the last set of remains was laid to rest, Li Sushang stood in front of the newly built earthen mounds and remained silent for a long time.

Zhang Yang moved several flat stones and placed them on the ground. With a gentle flick of the flame in his dantian, the fire energy cut the stones into the shape of tombstones, and then wrote words on them.

Tomb of Master Li, Owner of Yijian Manor

Tomb of Lady Qin, wife of the owner of Yijian Manor

……

He carved each name onto the stone with his fiery passion.

Li Sushang squatted down and touched one of the tombstones; its surface was still warm.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Zhang Yang finished erecting the last tombstone and dusted off his hands.

"Is there anything else to do?"

Li Sushang shook her head, looking at the row of tombstones.

My mother's grave is on the far left, and my father's grave is on the right.

There are several more nearby, belonging to other people who died in the manor...