Crossover anime/manga, immediately transmigrated after death

Fu Hua caught it and opened her palm.

The core of the law of constraint.

"Take it with you," Zhang Yang said. "I don't have any use for it. You can take it and study it; it might come in handy."

Fu Hua remained silent for a moment, carefully put away the core, and did not say thank you.

"gone."

She turned and walked towards the courtyard gate, her steps crisp and decisive.

Karen followed behind her, and after taking a few steps, she looked back again.

Zhang Yang waved to her.

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Li Sushang walked hesitantly to the door, glanced back at Zhang Yang, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she only said, "Don't do anything rash."

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't do anything reckless."

Li Sushang looked at him suspiciously. She turned...

"...You promise?"

"I promise." (Group)

Li Sushang bit her lip, turned around and ran out.

The footsteps faded into the distance, and the courtyard gate swayed gently in the wind, making a creaking sound.

The courtyard fell silent.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled patterns of light on the ground.

Cheng Ling Shuang was still leaning against the wall, her hands tucked into her sleeves, motionless.

Zhang Yang stood up from the swing and stretched.

"Let's go see them off."

Cheng Ling Shuang nodded.

The two walked out of the courtyard side by side and down the mountain path.

The bamboo groves on both sides of the mountain path rustled in the wind, and footsteps fell on the bluestone slabs, one after the other, with a surprisingly synchronized rhythm.

Fu Hua, Kallen, and Li Sushang walked ahead, forming a group of five that was neither too long nor too short.

As they were being escorted to the foot of the mountain, Fu Hua turned back and glanced at them.

Let's stop here.

Zhang Yang nodded.

Cheng Ling Shuang didn't speak, but simply bowed slightly.

Fu Hua glanced at her, her gaze lingering on her face for a moment, before turning and leaving.

The three figures gradually disappeared around the bend in the mountain path.

Zhang Yang and Cheng Ling Shuang stood at the foot of the mountain, looking at the empty mountain path, neither of them speaking.

Cheng Ling Shuang said, "Let's buy some things."

"what?"

"You will know when you go."

Zhang Yang didn't ask any more questions.

The two walked along the market at the foot of the mountain.

Cheng Ling Shuang bought a few things: several bolts of cloth, a roll of thread, a pack of needles, and a jar of tung oil.

Zhang Yang helped carry the things without asking any questions.

Some things, you'll know when the time is right.

into the night.

Zhang Yang was practicing martial arts in the courtyard when he suddenly heard a sound.

"come over."

Cheng Ling Shuang transmitted her voice, without offering any explanation.

"Very mysterious."

Zhang Yang muttered as he walked to Cheng Ling Shuang's courtyard. The courtyard was lit up, and through the paper windows, he could see that the furnishings inside had changed completely.

The once empty room is now fully furnished.

A wooden bed was placed against the wall, covered with bright red bedding, and the pillow was embroidered with a pair of mandarin ducks.

A red lantern hung by the window, its candlelight filtering through the red paper and casting a warm glow into the room.

A pair of red candles were lit on the table, and the candle wax slowly slid down the candle body, condensing into a small red patch at the bottom of the candlestick.

Cheng Ling Shuang stood by the table, having changed into her wedding dress.

The bright red brocade skirt, embroidered with intricate patterns in gold thread, stretched long to the ground, concealing her ankles.

Her white hair shimmered with a soft gold in the candlelight, her face remained indifferent, but something gleamed faintly in her eyes.

Zhang Yang stood there, stunned, staring at the wedding dress. He suddenly remembered that for the past two weeks, Cheng Ling Shuang had been keeping the lights on in her room until very late every night.

"you made it yourself?"

Cheng Ling Shuang nodded.

"I originally intended it for Su Chang, but that child is impatient, so I changed it and used it myself."

Zhang Yang said earnestly, "It looks pretty good."

Cheng Ling Shuang glanced at him: "Just this one sentence?"

"That one sentence is enough."

Cheng Ling Shuang's white hair cascaded down like a waterfall, shimmering with a silvery-white luster in the candlelight.

She looked at Zhang Yang, her tone still flat and even: "Do we still need to wait for an auspicious time?"

Zhang Yang had already stepped forward without realizing it.

What happened next...

It's hard to go into details about what happened next.

In short, Cheng Ling Shuang's bed creaked and groaned all night long, only stopping just before dawn.

……

Several more days passed.

One night.

Zhang Yang lay on the bed covered with bright red quilts, Cheng Ling Shuang leaned against him, her white hair spread across his chest.

Several ropes were scattered on the bed.

It's made of hemp, about the thickness of a thumb, and was cut from a bundle of hemp rope bought at the market.

Zhang Yang's fingers gently caressed Cheng Ling Shuang's wrist, which was marked by the rope, leaving a faint red mark.

He reached out and untied the knots one by one.

Cheng Ling Shuang remained silent, letting him do as he pleased.

After untying all the knots, Zhang Yang threw the rope at the foot of the bed and whispered, "Next time, use a softer rope."

"Also, do you want to check out my world? Staying here is getting a bit boring."

"Don't worry, the anchor point for crossing is the instant before we leave, which is equivalent to no time passing."

Zhang Yang thought for a moment: "I have electric lights, cars, cell phones, the internet... It's the modern world hundreds of years from now, completely different from here."

Cheng Ling Shuang didn't open her eyes, but simply gave a soft "hmm".

"Would you like to go take a look?" Zhang Yang asked. "I can take you there."

“I’m not going.” Cheng Ling Shuang shook her head: “…The sword that killed Master back then was the one I thrust out. Now Wanru is dead, Senior Sister Chaoyu is dead, Su Mei is dead, and Yan Qing is dead too.”

"Of the Seven Swords of Taixu, only I remain."

“My master didn’t blame me; she didn’t even mention a punishment.”

"...She didn't punish me, but I can't pretend nothing happened."

Zhang Yang hugged her tighter: "So you want me to treat you like this? Is the sentence you've given yourself going to last?"

Cheng Ling Shuang thought for a moment: "I'll do it until I feel it's enough."

"When will you feel satisfied?"

"do not know."

Zhang Yang simply held her, gently patting her back as if comforting a child who had a nightmare.

After a while, he said in a low voice, "Then I won't go."

"Just let me know when you want to go, and I'll hold your hand; we'll be there in the blink of an eye."

Cheng Ling Shuang leaned closer to him, and after a while, she said again, "Next time you can tie it tighter."

Zhang Yang was taken aback for a moment, then said helplessly, "I originally thought you liked this kind of thing, but if you're doing this as self-punishment..."

"It's really comfortable."

"..."

"You don't need to exert any effort or use your brain. With the rope binding you, you can stop thinking about anything and just leave it to you." Cheng Ling Shuang paused, then added, "It's very relaxing."

Zhang Yang: "..."

unbelievable.

“Then I’ll go back to World One tomorrow and take care of the Great Fortune Celestial Venerable.” Zhang Yang thought for a moment and added, “I feel like there’s some mission I haven’t completed, and I feel inexplicably anxious.”

It's like when you're playing a game and there are always notifications that you haven't done any side quests, which makes you feel inexplicably anxious and you feel you have to clear them all.

Cheng Ling Shuang simply hummed in agreement and said indifferently, "Alright, I won't disturb you while you go to find a woman."

Zhang Yang: "..."

Don't talk nonsense!

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Chapter 87 A Thousand Flowers Fall, Encountering a Thousand Flowers

Fujiwara Chika walked out of the back gate of Shuchiin Academy, having changed out of her eye-catching school uniform and into a light pink cardigan with a white skirt.

She didn't care about matching outfits; she just wanted to look inconspicuous.

Unfortunately, some things can't be hidden, like the soft glow of her long pink hair under the streetlights, or the way her cardigan strained against her chest...

This is probably why Kaguya always looks away when she sees her.

She decided to eat ramen.

In Japan, a girl walking into a ramen shop alone is itself a kind of silent declaration.

The girls in the class would never do such a thing alone; they would go to family restaurants, dessert shops, or places with soft lighting and exquisite plating in groups.

And what about ramen shops?

The noodles were steaming hot, and a row of seats were set up at the bar, surrounded by office workers sweating profusely, slurping them down...

This scene doesn't look very feminine at all.

But Fujiwara Chika has always been somewhat indifferent.

So what if I'm eating alone?

Life is already so short, it would be such a waste to give up a good bowl of ramen just because of what others think.

She walked briskly on the sidewalk, occasionally stopping to look at the decorations in the shop windows and sometimes humming an unknown tune.