Crossover anime/manga, immediately transmigrated after death

Moreover, Chaoyu is more than twenty years older than Yanqing, and Chaoyu raised him single-handedly...

What are all these?

Chapter Fifty-Seven: The Feeling of Wuxia is Back

The four arrived in Bacheng.

The entire city is built against the mountain, stacked layer upon layer from the riverbank upwards, with houses nestled in the mountainside in a staggered manner, looking as if they are hanging on the mountain wall from a distance.

The city wall is ten zhang high and is made of bluish-gray stone blocks, which gleam with a heavy luster in the afternoon sun.

Li Sushang tilted her head back and stared wide-eyed.

"So high..."

She grew up in Sichuan and was sent to the desert at the age of five. She has seen only a handful of cities.

The cities in the desert are mostly made of rammed earth, low and low, and you can see the end of them at a glance.

She had never seen a colossal stone city like Bacheng, perched atop a mountain.

Zhang Yang also watched with great interest.

It might not seem like much in modern times, but in the context of ancient times, the scale of such a city was quite astonishing.

Moreover, the city has seventeen gates, nine open and eight closed, arranged according to the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams, clearly a feng shui layout designed by a master.

“Chaotianmen is at the confluence of the two rivers, and Tongyuanmen leads to Chengdu…” Zhang Yang muttered the two names, finding the city more and more interesting the more he looked at it.

Fu Hua walked at the front, her steps never stopping, but her eyes were already scanning the surroundings.

"Be careful. There are many martial arts practitioners in this city, and many of them are experts."

Zhang Yang raised an eyebrow: "What are so many people doing in Bacheng?"

"do not know."

Fu Hua's tone was calm, but Zhang Yang noticed that she slowed her pace a little.

Li Sushang didn't pay much attention; she was looking around at the street vendors, finding everything new and interesting.

The Sichuan accent, the street vendors' snacks, and the cured meat hanging under the eaves—everything felt both familiar and strange to her.

Zhang Yang became interested and walked up to a group of people by the roadside. He cupped his hands in greeting and asked, "Brothers, may I ask what grand event is taking place in Bacheng? Why are so many martial arts friends here?"

The group of people were all dressed in blue Taoist robes, with long swords hanging at their waists. The leader was a man in his thirties who looked Zhang Yang up and down.

"Which sect or school of thought do you belong to?"

"A freelancer, without any mentor."

The man's attitude immediately turned colder: "No teacher? What are you, a mere scholar, doing getting involved? This has nothing to do with you. Go play somewhere else."

Before Zhang Yang could reply, a young disciple beside him added disdainfully, "Someone who doesn't even have a master is asking about martial arts matters. Really... doesn't he know where he is?"

Li Sushang, who was looking at the sugar figurine stall on the street, turned around when she heard this: "The Lotus School? You've got quite the nerve."

The leading man turned his head and saw Li Sushang, his gaze lingering on the sword at her waist.

"Which sect or school do you belong to, young lady?"

Li Sushang took a step forward, clasped her hands in a respectful gesture, and said, "Li Sushang, the eldest disciple of the Supreme Freedom Sect, would like to request a few pointers from the Lotus Sect."

The air fell silent for a moment.

The Lotus Sect disciples' expressions changed instantly.

"The Supreme Freedom Sect..." The leading man's voice was somewhat unnatural, "Are you Cheng Ling Shuang's disciple?"

"It is indeed my teacher."

Pedestrians on the streets of Bacheng stopped in their tracks and all turned to look at them.

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But to accept—this is Cheng Ling Shuang's disciple. (Ling)

He gritted his teeth: "Alright, then please enlighten me, Miss Li."

Half an hour later. Turn around.

All twelve members of the Lotus Sect, from the sect leader to the disciples, were lying on the ground.

No one could withstand a single move from Li Sushang.

She didn't even draw her sword; she just used her sword fingertips to tap left and sweep right, and the Lotus Sect members fell to the ground like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

The crowd grew larger and larger, completely blocking both ends of the street.

Some people were whispering, some were clapping and cheering, and several officers and soldiers in official uniforms stood by the railing of the teahouse on the second floor, watching the commotion below with great interest.

"What amazing kung fu skills, little girl!"

"The Lotus Sect is really pathetic. Twelve people can't even beat a little girl?"

"What do you know? That's a disciple of the Supreme Freedom Sect, Cheng Ling Shuang's apprentice!"

Who is Cheng Ling Shuang?

"You don't even know Cheng Ling Shuang? The number one martial artist in the world today, the true successor of the Tai Xu lineage, the Free Swordsman, you haven't heard of him?"

"The Free Sword...it's her? Isn't that a white-haired demon?"

"Shut up! Are you out of your mind?"

Li Sushang felt a sense of satisfaction as she listened to the surrounding chatter.

She felt good about it.

After her parents died, she suddenly went from a clueless little girl to someone who had to face everything.

Standing on the streets of Bacheng, surrounded by people looking at her with awe, she suddenly realized that she had indeed grown up quite a bit.

This is what the martial arts world is all about.

To settle scores quickly and uphold justice.

She looked up at Zhang Yang and opened her mouth as if to say something.

Then she heard the whispers around her.

"This little girl is so pretty, she looks like she stepped out of a painting."

"She did it for that man, didn't she? Just now, when that man was insulted by someone from the Lotus Sect, she immediately went up and took them all down."

"Who is he to her? Her lover?"

"Otherwise what? Look at the way that girl looks at him, tsk tsk tsk..."

"This girl is fierce enough to take on an entire sect for her man!"

Li Sushang's face flushed red from her neck all the way to her ears.

It was so red it looked like it was about to smoke.

"No...no!" She turned and shouted at the group of people who were talking, "It's because they're too arrogant! It has nothing to do with Zhang Yang!"

The passersby shrank back when she glared at them, but the smiles on their faces clearly said, "Those who know, know."

Someone else chimed in, "Look, look, they even called out that kid's name, and he still said it's okay."

Li Sushang stomped her foot angrily: "I'm really not standing up for him! I just can't stand the Lotus Faction's attitude!"

The onlookers wore even more ambiguous smiles.

Li Sushang turned to look at Zhang Yang, hoping he would say something to clarify things.

Zhang Yang shrugged, looking completely innocent: "Why are you looking at me like that? I didn't say anything."

"Can't you... can't you explain this?"

"What's there to explain? They say I'm handsome and get protected by others? I think that's a pretty fair assessment."

Li Sushang wished she could slap him in the face with a sword.

The chatter from both sides of the street continued, and Li Sushang was so ashamed that she wanted to disappear into the ground, but she couldn't find a single word to refute it.

It seems like I really am like that.

No, that won't do. Wouldn't that just be fulfilling this guy's wish?

She bit her lip, her cheeks burning, and the apricot-yellow ribbons at the ends of her pigtails trembled slightly in the wind.

Cheng Ling Shuang stood a few steps away, watching this scene with an expressionless face.

"Sushang."

"Yes, Master!"

Why are you blushing?

"I...I didn't!"

"some."

"..."

Fu Hua stood to the side, her lips twitching, but she said nothing.

Seeing her embarrassed and annoyed expression, Zhang Yang couldn't help but chuckle.

"You're still laughing!" Li Sushang glared at him.

"Okay, okay, I won't laugh." Zhang Yang stopped laughing, but the smile remained at the corners of his eyes.

Li Sushang snorted and turned her head away.

It's all his fault! My reputation is ruined!

As the excitement subsided, the crowd gradually dispersed.

Several Lotus Sect disciples got up from the ground and slunk away without even looking back.

Li Sushang stood there, fuming, and didn't say a word for a long time. She secretly glanced at Zhang Yang and found him squatting by the roadside talking to an old man selling sugar figurines, asking him how many generations this craft had been passed down.

She took a deep breath.

Forget it, she should be used to arguing with this person by now.

Just then, a voice came from the end of the street.

"Oh, it's been a long time, Junior Sister Su Chang."

Li Sushang suddenly turned her head.

At the end of the street, a burly figure leaned against the wall, with long hair, a short beard, and a sword scar running diagonally down his brow bone.

A horse is not a horse.

Chapter Fifty-Eight: A True Hero Kills with His Eyes

"Oh, it's been a long time, Junior Sister Su Chang."

Ma Feima leaned against the wall, arms crossed, the sword scar on his face glowing faintly red in the afternoon sun, his smile so wide that his white teeth could be seen from the whole street.

Fu Hua's gaze sharpened, and she took a slight step.

Cheng Ling Shuang reached out and pressed down on her wrist.

"Master, wait a moment."

Fu Hua glanced at her, while Cheng Ling Shuang shook her head, her gaze calm.

The two then quietly hid in the crowd, letting things unfold as they would.

Li Sushang took a deep breath: "Uncle Ma, I have something to tell you."

"There is a sword demon in the Xuanyuan Sword. It can bewitch people and cause them to go astray."

“My father, my mother, and all three hundred people in Yijian Manor were killed by the demon in the sword.”

"Sword Demon?" Ma Feima was silent for a moment, then laughed: "Su Chang, I don't know why you think that way, but the idea of ​​a Sword Demon is absurd. The Xuanyuan Sword... was bestowed upon me by my master."

“Even Grandmaster doesn’t know everything!” Li Sushang’s voice rose a few decibels.

Ma Feima's gaze passed over Li Sushang and landed on Zhang Yang: "Is that what you said to her?"

From the moment he first saw the boy on the street, he felt something was wrong.