Crossover anime/manga, immediately transmigrated after death

"He can do whatever he wants, say whatever he wants, and have a harem whenever he wants."

“This way of life is something my master has never experienced before. So she finds it novel, interesting, and follows him.”

Li Sushang's lips twitched when she heard this.

Cheng Ling Shuang concluded, "In a sense, the gentleman is very suitable to be a master."

Hearing this, Li Sushang suddenly felt a little uncomfortable: "Master, you're quite good at speaking up for him."

Cheng Ling Shuang turned her head: "Your words sound so sour."

"No!" Li Sushang immediately denied. "I just feel that you've only known him for a short time, yet you so readily accept all his nonsense, like the whole harem thing. You actually agreed to it."

"One of the reasons I agreed to that bet was because of you."

Li Sushang was stunned: "What?"

Cheng Ling Shuang's tone remained calm: "When he says he wants to have a harem, he really means it. There will be many more people like him in the future, and you will see with your own eyes that the number of women around him increases."

"If you really care, you should refuse decisively now."

"The hardest thing is to drag things out in a dirty way."

"This will tarnish your swordsmanship."

Li Sushang stood there, mouth agape, unable to utter a word for a long time: "Master... did you agree to enter his harem in order to enlighten me?"

“Not entirely.” Cheng Ling Shuang thought for a moment and added honestly, “I really don’t care about these things, and I don’t have any ill feelings towards you. So I agreed, it’s no big deal.”

Li Sushang: "..."

She stood there, struggling internally for a long time.

Then she whispered, "Actually... I don't dislike my grandmaster and master either, so..."

Cheng Ling Shuang glanced at her and said, "You're too easy to talk to. You're completely under a man's thumb."

"Master, could you please not be so blunt..."

"I am stating the facts."

Unable to argue with her, Li Sushang had no choice but to change the subject: "I wonder how Zhang Yang and Grandmaster are doing now."

Cheng Ling Shuang thought for a moment: "Who knows? Maybe they've already kissed."

Li Sushang's face instantly turned red: "Master!!!"

Chapter Seventy-Three: I Must Kiss the Immortal

The black storm in the sky is still gathering.

The deathly mist poured down from the top of the floating island, swirling into a huge vortex above Sky Peak.

The wind pressure lifted up the pebbles on the ground, which hit the walls of Fuyun Temple with a crackling sound.

Zhang Yang looked up for a moment, then looked away.

"I have an idea."

Fu Hua looked at him: "What method?"

“Feather Dust can write information, right?” Zhang Yang said. “My body is immune to external interference, but if it’s power that’s activated from within my body, I can accept it willingly.”

Fu Hua nodded slightly: "Theoretically, it makes sense."

“So—” Zhang Yang paused, as if organizing his thoughts, “could you transfer Yu Duchen’s power into my body through a kiss?”

"……what?"

“Think about it, my mystical resistance will automatically resist supernatural forces from the outside,” Zhang Yang gestured seriously. “But if you directly inject the power of Yu Duchen into my body and activate it from within, I will have to actively resist. If I don’t resist, then I’m accepting it, right?”

Fu Hua was silent for a moment: "Feeding him feathers directly is the same, isn't it?"

"……no!"

Why not?

Zhang Yang declared confidently, "I want a kiss."

Fu Hua: "..."

She looked at the young man in front of her, whose face, with its sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, was full of openness, so open that it made one wonder if he was really seriously discussing tactics.

But there was light in his eyes.

It was like a child finding a perfectly legitimate excuse, and they were overjoyed.

Fu Hua: "..."

Are you a little kid from somewhere?

How can someone who has killed gods still be so childish?

"Hua, you must consider the bigger picture!" Zhang Yang's tone became impassioned. "Look at the sky, the storm of death is about to hit, and the entire land will be doomed. Think about it, the lives of millions of people are in our hands. What's wrong with sacrificing a little bit of your own virtue for the sake of all living beings?"

Fu Hua's brow twitched: "You mean this is sacrificing one's virtue?"

"I said this is for the sake of all living beings!"

Zhang Yang clasped his hands together, looking righteous.

Fu Hua has lived for tens of thousands of years, fought countless battles, participated in battles against several Herrschers, contributed to the final battle, carried out the Fire Seed Project, led the Tang Dynasty to guard the border and kill countless monsters, taught seven disciples, and protected the peace of China for five thousand years.

But she has never kissed anyone.

Not even once.

Over the years, she devoted all her time to her responsibilities.

Training, slaying demons, eliminating evil, protecting...

"Romance" was never on her schedule.

Now, a boy she'd known for less than two days, with a serious face that seemed to promise to save China, spoke to her—

I want a kiss.

She should have refused.

But looking into the other person's bright eyes, and their resigned insistence on getting up this way, she couldn't help but twitch her lips.

“You…” Fu Hua shook her head, “really…”

"Really?"

"You're really impossible to deal with."

Zhang Yang's eyes lit up even more: "So you're agreeing?"

Fu Hua shook her head, then took a step forward.

"Close your eyes."

Zhang Yang paused for a moment, then quickly closed his eyes.

Looking at him like this, Fu Hua felt, for some reason, that string that had been taut for fifty thousand years in her heart seemed to loosen a little.

She hesitated for a moment.

Then, slightly rise onto your tiptoes.

Their lips touched.

Within her dantian, Fu Hua tried to activate the power of Yu Du Chen, and the light flowed little by little along the point where their lips met.

But at that moment, Zhang Yang subconsciously opened his mouth and clumsily stuck out his tongue.

Lips and teeth touching, tongues lightly brushing.

Fu Hua's brain short-circuited for a moment, and the power of the Feather Dust that had been gathered on the tip of her tongue dissipated completely in an instant.

She shoved Zhang Yang away abruptly.

"you--!"

Fu Hua's face turned bright red, her breathing became unsteady, and she couldn't even finish her sentence.

Zhang Yang was also pushed away by her, took two steps back, stood three zhang away, licked his lips as if savoring something, and then he was stunned for a moment.

"what?"

"Huh? What's that?!"

“I didn’t receive any martial arts consciousness…” Zhang Yang said honestly. “I was so focused on kissing that I didn’t notice whether Yu Du Chen was activated.”

Fu Hua took a deep breath, then another.

What were you doing just now?

"Kissing."

I'm asking about your tongue!

"Well..." Zhang Yang scratched his head, a little embarrassed, "It was my first time kissing a girl, I didn't have much experience, and I thought that since we were already kissing, it would be a shame not to stick out my tongue..."

deficit.

He said he lost money.

Fu Hua felt that her worldview, which she had held for tens of thousands of years, was crumbling piece by piece in front of this young man.

Zhang Yang scratched his head: "How about... we do it again?"

Fu Hua's brow twitched.

"I promise I won't stick my tongue out this time!" Zhang Yang raised his hand and swore. "I'll be honest this time, you can finish spreading it first!"

Fu Hua looked at him, then suddenly reached out, grabbed Zhang Yang by the collar, and pulled him in front of her.

Zhang Yang was stunned, and then he felt something being stuffed into his mouth.

A feather.

"Well?!"

Fu Hua didn't give him time to react; Feathered Dust - Zero Rated Power started immediately.

hum!

Zhang Yang felt the flame in his dantian throb violently, and a massive flow of information surged into his mind through the feather, like a rushing river flowing into a dried-up riverbed.

A white light appeared before my eyes.

After the white light dissipated, he "saw" a world.

A world composed of black and white.

The sky is white.

The ground was also white.

But there is a pool in the middle.

This is the Taixu Sword Heart she cultivated.

Clear as a mirror, and indestructible.

—Those who fall into demonic ways must be punished.

"First published on 705u.com - Book Club"

—Those who fall into demonic ways must be punished.

Each imprint of thought is like an iron law etched into the deepest part of the sword's heart, indelible no matter how many years pass.

"you--"

Zhang Yang suddenly opened his eyes: "You gave me the sword heart?"

“I stripped my sword heart and sent it into the feathers inside your body.”

"Kenshin is no longer of any use to me."

“I have long lost complete control over it. After that sword strike twenty years ago, my brain was injured, and my sword spirit clashed with my own deliberate collapse.”

"Keeping it would only be a burden."

“And you happen to lack the experience and means to control energy, so I’m giving it to you.”