Crossover anime/manga, immediately transmigrated after death

Fu Hua stood further back, leaning against an old pine tree, calmly looking at the high platform in front of her.

Ma Feima was wearing a straw hat that he had gotten from somewhere, pulled down very low.

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Unbeknownst to them, they were talking about the martial arts practitioners present, and those practitioners were also talking about them.

Yesterday in Bacheng, the newly emerged chief disciple of the Supreme Freedom Sect challenged the Lotus Sect single-handedly with his sword.

There are even rumors that a young hero shocked Bacheng with a single punch.

But I've only heard about it; I don't know if it's true or not.

Before long, everyone quieted down and looked at the high platform.

Su Mei stood on the temporary platform.

Dressed in a dashing outfit, carrying two swords on her back, her long crimson hair shimmered in the sunlight, like silk that had been burned.

She was extremely beautiful; time had left almost no trace on her face. Her skin was smooth as cream, her eyes were large and captivating, and her lips were bright red.

Her smile was calm, as if the four or five hundred people in front of her were no different from four or five hundred ants in her eyes.

Zhang Yang couldn't help but mutter, "She is indeed beautiful."

Li Sushang rolled her eyes: "You compliment every pretty woman you see, don't you?"

"I call this appreciating beauty."

"You're the type to fall in love with every girl you see."

“Hey, what are you saying…” Zhang Yang said with a serious face, “I’m very loyal.”

"What does 'devotion' mean?"

"I only like anime characters."

"What is a paper doll?" Li Sushang didn't quite understand.

At this moment, Su Mei on the stage also spoke up: "Thank you all for coming from afar."

Her voice wasn't loud, but every word was clearly audible to everyone present.

This level of internal strength earned the secret nods of approval from many sect leaders in the audience.

Someone in the audience raised their voice and asked, "Sect Leader Su, you said in the post that you would reveal the truth about the Crimson Kite Immortal's ascension—is that true?"

"Naturally true."

Su Mei smiled slightly: "Twenty years ago, some things happened on Mount Taixu. These things have been deliberately covered up by certain people for twenty years. Today, I have invited you all here to reveal the truth to the world."

The audience began to whisper among themselves.

Zhang Yang turned to look at Ma Feima and noticed that his fists were already clenched.

Su Mei continued, "As you all know, my master, the Crimson Kite Immortal, ascended to heaven in broad daylight at Mount Taixu twenty years ago. But do you know why she suddenly ascended?"

The audience fell silent.

"Because she was a victim."

The moment those four words were uttered, the crowd erupted in uproar.

"Victim? Who committed the crime?"

"The Crimson Iris Immortal is invincible; who could possibly harm her?"

"Sect Leader Su, you can't say things like that!"

Su Mei raised her hand, signaling everyone to be quiet: "The person who harmed her is my senior sister—Lin Chaoyu."

The crowd fell silent for a moment, then erupted into an even louder uproar.

"Sect Leader Lin? Impossible!"

"Sect Leader Lin of the Taixu Sect? How dare she?"

"Sect Leader Su, Sect Leader Lin is your senior sister. Do you have any proof?"

Su Mei didn't rush to answer. She waited until the murmurs below the stage subsided slightly before slowly beginning to speak: "Twenty years ago, my master discovered that my eldest sister had suffered a qi deviation during her cultivation practice. He intended to help her overcome her inner demons. However, my eldest sister harbored malicious intentions and, while my master was healing her, she ambushed him..."

Her voice was somber and restrained, like someone who couldn't bear to recall the past, forcing themselves to speak of that painful memory.

As she spoke, the crowd below became increasingly excited, with wave after wave of enthusiasm.

The Crimson Iris Immortal, who protects the land, was ambushed by a traitorous disciple. Today, we must avenge the immortal!

It's perfectly normal for this group of martial arts heroes to be so excited.

It has only been twenty years since Fu Hua disappeared. Many people here have seen the Crimson Iris Immortal and heard the legend of the Crimson Iris Immortal. Some elderly people have even seen the Crimson Iris Immortal with their own eyes.

To them, it was probably equivalent to hearing that a great hero who served the country and its people died at the hands of an unfilial son...

It's red-temperature!

In just a few words, the entire martial arts world was abuzz with excitement.

Chapter Sixty-Two: The Bishop of Destiny

Su Mei's voice still echoed on the high platform.

The crowd below the stage was already fired up by her words, and the leaders of several sects had begun to call their disciples to prepare to go up the mountain.

Zhang Yang didn't join the crowd in the uproar. Instead, he pulled Li Sushang aside and quietly circled around to the edge of the square.

"Let's go take a look at those swords."

Li Sushang was taken aback: "Why are you looking at the sword?"

"I think there's something wrong with those swords."

As he spoke, he walked up to a giant sword stuck in the ground.

The sword is about the height of a person, with a wide blade, completely black, and engraved with some fine patterns.

At first glance, it looks like an ordinary decoration, but after looking at it a few more times, you realize that the direction of the pattern is not quite right. It is not like the traditional cloud pattern or thunder pattern, but more like a complex pattern composed of some kind of geometric shape.

Zhang Yang squatted down and carefully examined the patterns on the sword.

"This is not something from China."

Li Sushang also squatted down to take a look: "What is this?"

"Destiny".

What is destiny?

"The Destiny originated around 2500 BC, jointly established by the three great families of Apocalypse, Schariac, and Kaslana. By the 14th century, the Destiny had begun to take shape, forming knightly orders to fight against the Honkai. Twenty years ago, relying on the Walküre and Der Schlüssel Gottes, the Destiny still gained the upper hand..."

"Hey, wait a minute... what child? What ear?" Li Sushang pouted in dissatisfaction. "What weird names are these? Why are you giving me so many names? Are you bullying me?!"

Zhang Yang thought for a moment and decided to rephrase it: "To the west of China, there is a continent called Europe. There is also a martial arts world there, but it is different from that of China. Europe only has one major sect called the Destiny Sect."

Li Sushang blinked: "One sect governs an entire continent?"

"Yes. The Destiny Sect was jointly established by three families. It is said that the founder's martial arts were unparalleled and invincible throughout the world. Within a few years, the Destiny Sect became a force to be reckoned with in Europe. Later, it merged with the Pantheon, the Hall of Heroes, the Thorn Crown Sect, and other sects, gaining immense power. It has been passed down for thousands of years now."

"Tsk tsk, that's really impressive. Even our six major sects don't have many with a history of a thousand years!"

Li Sushang was somewhat dazed.

The Taixu lineage, starting from the Red Kite Immortal, has only existed for a few decades.

How many masters must a sect with a history of thousands of years have?

"The Mandate of Heaven oversees the entire continent of Europe, and its affairs are numerous and complex, which cannot be fully managed by any single person. Therefore, the power of the Mandate of Heaven is held by three major families—Kaslana, Apocalypse, and Shaniat."

Zhang Yang pointed to the patterns on the sword: "Look at these patterns, they are a unique technique of Destiny, not something that craftsmen from the Central Plains can create."

Li Sushang watched for a while, then suddenly thought of something: "Wait, that Rakshasa you mentioned... he wouldn't be..."

"He is the leader of the Destiny faction, the current Archbishop of Destiny, Otto Apocalypse."

Li Sushang's eyes widened: "What is he doing here?"

“Find Master Chiyuan. The coffin he’s carrying contains the body of a saintess from another family—the Kaslana family. He wants to resurrect her.”

"Resurrection?" Li Sushang's voice rose several decibels. "How can a dead person be resurrected?"

“He thinks that Master Chiyuan has a solution.” Zhang Yang stood up and dusted off his hands. “Twenty years ago, Europe and China fought a war.”

Li Sushang was taken aback: "A war?"

"The Mandate of Heaven sent an expeditionary force called the Knights of Mandate of Heaven. Although the Divine Continent was powerful, the Knights of Mandate of Heaven and the Valkyries still gained the upper hand. The Divine Continent army lacked experts in true qi and could not stop them for a while. They were driven all the way to the Kipchak Grassland."

Zhang Yang continued, "Later, True Person Chiyuan made a move. She went to the Kipchak Grassland alone and stopped the army of Destiny there. In that battle, she defeated the entire Valkyrie army of Destiny by herself and drove Destiny out of the border of Shenzhou."

"In China, it is called the 'Great Victory of the Kipchak Grassland' and there is a painting called 'The Immortal Red Kite Breaking the Formation'."

"Your grandmaster, single-handedly, held off the army of a thousand-year-old sect."

Li Sushang was stunned.

She knew her great-master was very powerful, but the word "powerful" was too vague.

One person held off the army of a thousand-year-old sect.

What is this concept?

"So the Rakshasa came to Grand Master seeking a way to bring the dead back to life? But Grand Master himself..."

“He didn’t know much. He only knew that Master Chiyuan had lived for a long time and knew a lot. He regarded Master Chiyuan as his last hope.”

Zhang Yang paused, then lowered his voice: "He's capable of anything for this hope. And the magical artifacts he's brought are all things passed down from the mythological era."

Li Sushang's expression turned serious: "So we have to be careful of him."

As the two were talking, things changed on stage.

The other side of the square.

Fu Hua and Ma Feima walked through the crowd toward the high platform.

Ma Feima stopped wearing his straw hat and strode along, the sword scar on his face particularly noticeable in the sunlight.

People around him turned to look, and some recognized him, exclaiming in surprise.

"Master Ma?"

"Why is he here too?"

"Isn't he a member of the Taixu Sect?"

Ignoring the stares and comments, Ma Feima walked straight to the front of the crowd.

On the high platform, Su Mei was talking to the leaders of several sects.

She noticed the commotion below the stage, tilted her head slightly to look, and then she saw Ma Feima.

They also saw a figure dressed in a white and blue outfit a few steps behind Ma Feima.

Gray hair, blue eyes.

Su Mei's smile froze for a moment.

It happened in an instant. So fast that almost no one noticed.

She smiled again, her voice still gentle: "Sixth Junior Brother, you've come."

Ma Feima looked at her without saying a word.

Su Mei's gaze passed over him and landed on the gray-haired, blue-eyed figure behind him, and she remained silent for two breaths.

"You have brought a distinguished guest."

Fu Hua walked out from behind Ma Feima, stood in front of the platform, and looked up at Su Mei.

“Mei’er”.

Just from this one title, Su Mei's smile cracked.

The martial arts practitioners below the stage were still unaware of what was going on and were whispering among themselves about who this gray-haired, blue-eyed woman was.

But Su Mei knew.

Of course she knew.

That voice, that face, that outfit… she recognized it.