Simultaneous Transmigration: The Re-merging of 99 Selves

Chapter 97 Dongfang Bubai's Movements

Ren Yingying, her face veiled in white, darted out from behind the curtain.

The long sword in his hand gleamed coldly, its tip aimed directly at Zhao Yu's vitals. His moves were ruthless and precise, clearly a strategy of relieving the siege of Wei by attacking Zhao.

Zhao Yu glanced at Xiang Wentian, whose breathing was already becoming erratic, and stopped pressuring him.

With a burst of internal energy, the hand that had been like an iron clamp suddenly loosened.

Xiang Wentian felt an immense force coming from his palm, and he was involuntarily sent flying backward, crashing heavily into a pillar and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Uncle Xiang!" Ren Yingying paused her sword strike, her attention shifting to Xiang Wentian.

In that instant, Zhao Yu flicked his finger, and a gust of wind struck the spine of Ren Yingying's sword.

A crisp "clang" sounded.

Ren Yingying felt a sharp pain in her tiger's mouth, and the long sword in her hand almost flew out of her grasp.

Her body involuntarily swayed to the side, and she took several steps back before regaining her balance.

She stared at Zhao Yu in disbelief, her heart filled with horror.

She never expected that Zhao Yu's casual flick would have such great force.

"Uncle Xiang, were you just competing in internal strength with someone like that?"

Ren Yingying took a deep breath, sheathed her longsword, and quickly walked to Xiang Wentian's side, reaching out to support him.

"Uncle Xiang, how are you? Are you badly hurt?"

Since her father, Ren Woxing, was imprisoned, Xiang Wentian has been the closest and most reliable person to her.

Over the years, if it weren't for Xiang Wentian's secret support, she wouldn't have been able to hold onto her position as the Holy Maiden at all.

"I'm fine."

Xiang Wentian raised his hand and pushed Ren Yingying away, forcing himself to stand up straight.

A person like him would never show the slightest vulnerability in front of others; he would always put on a brave face even if it meant forcing himself to be strong.

However, his pale face and slightly trembling arms betrayed his current condition.

He focused intently on sensing the meager internal energy within his body, his face ashen.

But beneath that gloomy atmosphere lay a barely concealed excitement.

Xiang Wentian said in a deep voice, "Yingying, that's right. This kid is practicing the old sect leader's Star Absorbing Technique. If it weren't for such a divine skill, how could he have developed such profound internal strength at this age?"

Ren Yingying subconsciously looked at Zhao Yu, her expression behind the veil showing emotion.

But she quickly realized what was happening and looked at Xiang Wentian.

"Uncle Xiang, what about your internal strength...?"

Ren Yingying hesitated, her face full of worry.

"It's nothing." Xiang Wentian shook his head. "This little injury can't hurt me. The important thing is to get to the bottom of things."

Having said that, he stepped forward, staring intently at Zhao Yu: "Boy! Since you've practiced the old master's Star Absorbing Technique, you should know whose skill it is. Now that the Holy Maiden is before you, why don't you quickly step forward and pay your respects?"

Zhao Yu chuckled and crossed his arms, saying, "Xiang Wentian, at a time like this, you're still spouting nonsense?"

"Let's not even talk about whether I'm practicing the Star Absorbing Technique or not. Even if I am, what does it have to do with you? This Star Absorbing Technique wasn't created by Ren Woxing, and his name isn't engraved on it. If he can practice it, why can't I?"

Xiang Wentian flew into a rage and stepped forward: "You were once a disciple of my Divine Sect, had met the Holy Maiden, and possess the divine skills of the former sect leader. How dare you be so disrespectful?"

"Uncle Xiang, don't be impulsive."

Ren Yingying quickly pulled him back, then looked at Zhao Yu, trying to keep her tone calm.

"Young Master Zhao, I know you have long since betrayed your sect. But you possess your father's divine skills and have always received his grace in passing on those skills. You have not yet repaid him, so how can you be so arrogant?"

"The favor of passing on my skills?" Zhao Yu shook his head. "I don't care what misunderstandings you have. In short, I didn't learn my martial arts from Ren Woxing, nor have I received any favors from him. Just say what you have to say. If you continue to beat around the bush and test me, I'll turn around and leave."

A hint of killing intent flashed in Xiang Wentian's eyes.

In his view, Zhao Yu must have found the secret manual left by Ren Woxing from somewhere back at Blackwood Cliff.

Now that he has mastered the divine skill, he has turned his back on us, which is truly ungrateful.

If I weren't so severely weakened, I would definitely teach him a lesson.

Ren Yingying was also angry, but she was much more rational than Xiang Wentian.

She knew that Zhao Yu's martial arts skills were now unfathomable, and she would definitely not gain the upper hand by forcing her way in.

Circumstances dictate her actions, so she took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed her anger.

"Alright, since you put it that way, let's get straight to the point. Fei Yan should have already told you that I saved your life; you're not the kind of person who doesn't repay kindness, are you?"

Zhao Yu did not answer, but instead asked, "Are you saying that the Sun Moon Cult already knows my whereabouts and is going to hunt me down again?"

"good."

Ren Yingying nodded, her expression turning serious: "You killed Yu Canghai in Fuzhou and then traveled all the way north; your whereabouts have already been exposed."

Seeing that Zhao Yu still had an indifferent expression, she continued to warn, "I know you defeated Elder Tong and think that there are not many people in the sect who can match you, but if even one of them makes a move, you will surely die. With his methods, you will not have the chance to absorb his power."

To Ren Yingying's surprise, Zhao Yu showed no fear upon hearing her words; instead, he revealed a hint of interest.

"Oh? Dongfang Bubai has left Blackwood Cliff?" Zhao Yu stroked his chin and muttered to himself, "Interesting. It seems that coming to Hengshan this time was the right decision."

He ignored Ren Yingying and Xiang Wentian, who were still standing there, and strode towards the main house: "Since we're going to talk, we can't just stand in the courtyard. Let's go inside."

Watching Zhao Yu's retreating figure, who had taken the initiative, Xiang Wentian clenched his fists in anger.

But Ren Yingying turned around and winked at him, then shook her head slightly. Zhao Yu's martial arts skills were far more powerful than they had imagined, and they should not act rashly at this time.

Xiang Wentian snorted reluctantly, but finally lowered his hand: "Yingying, can you manage on your own?"

"Don't worry." Ren Yingying smiled slightly, deliberately raising her voice so that Zhao Yu inside the room could hear her.

"I have no grudge against Young Master Zhao. Why would he attack me for no reason?"

Xiang Wentian glared at the main room, then clutched his chest, turned and walked to the side room to heal his wounds.

Ren Yingying straightened her clothes, took a deep breath, and stepped into the main room.

Zhao Yu had already taken his seat in the main seat. When he saw Ren Yingying enter, he raised his eyelids slightly and said, "Holy Maiden, you've kept me waiting."

Ren Yingying walked to the opposite side of him and said with a smile, "It was Yingying's rudeness. I hope Young Master Zhao will forgive me."

Different methods should be used for different people.

Linghu Chong is chivalrous and grateful, so Ren Yingying uses kindness and loyalty to win him over, deliberately scheming to make him befriend Xiang Wentian, so that he would willingly go to save Ren Woxing.

But facing Zhao Yu, who was clearly not like Linghu Chong, Ren Yingying naturally had to change her tactics.

"There's no need for leniency."

Zhao Yu's gaze fell on the veil on her face: "However, if we're going to have a serious discussion, we should at least do it properly. Wearing a veil, hiding your face, is this your way of treating guests?"