Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 194 Who Will Lead the Alliance?

The next morning.

The Wei Mo stronghold was bathed in the rising morning light, the thin mist still lingering.

Dozens of Mohist disciples came and went, cleaning up the traces of last night's battle and repairing the damaged walls and houses.

On an open field, Zhao Tuo led fifty carefully selected Mohist disciples in training exercises using the military methods taught by Mo Yu, gradually transforming these promising young warriors into elite soldiers.

Shouts of battle rose and fell, and the morning breeze carried the scent of sweat and dust.

In the main hall, Mo Yu sat in the seat of honor, his bamboo hat casually placed to the side.

Yingge knelt respectfully beside him, head bowed, carefully organizing the mountain of bamboo slips in front of her.

Jing Ke and Gongsun Li walked into the hall side by side, and were both surprised when they saw Mo Yu's young face, who was not yet thirty.

Whether it was the profound skill he displayed last night, or his cunning and manipulation of people's hearts, it was hard to believe that it came from such a young man.

"Senior Brother Mo Yu?" Jing Ke asked in surprise.

As the master craftsman of the Mohist school, he had long heard of Han Mo's name and had even met him a few times, but he never expected that this 'Six-Fingered Qin Demon' would actually be him.

"Surprised?" Mo Yu chuckled, his gaze sweeping over the two of them with a hint of mockery.

They were also sizing up this future historical figure, who was also the protagonist and the protagonist's father in the original Qin's Moon story.

"Yes, a little." Jing Ke scratched his head.

"Then it seems my disguise was passable." Mo Yu's smile remained unchanged, her tone relaxed.

At this moment, Gongsun Li stepped forward and placed the two jars of wine that she had been carrying the night before on the table.

Although she knew that Mo Yu was not a Grand Master, in her eyes, this Grand Master's disciple was unfathomably powerful and seemed to be a very influential figure.

Yesterday's battle between Mo Yu and Xuan Jian was a huge shock to her!
Before this, she had never imagined that one person could be so powerful.

“But I still don’t understand,” Jing Ke glanced at the wine jar, a look of greed flashing across his face, before he said seriously, “Why did Senior Brother Mo Yu let Xuan Jian go? Brother Zhang may very well have died at his hands.”

Mo Yu casually opened a jar of wine, poured himself a cup, and then threw the rest of the jar to Jing Ke.

Compared to the world of Qin, the modern world is far superior in terms of food and drink, and he's not a heavy drinker. But if he doesn't drink, it would seem disrespectful to refuse a gift from someone who has given him such a rare and precious item; he should at least offer something in return.

"The timing is wrong, the location is wrong, and the audience is wrong too." Mo Yu took a sip of the wine in his glass, its taste mellow and smooth.

"Oh?"

Jing Ke caught the wine jar steadily. Despite his love for fine wine, he did not drink it down immediately, but listened attentively.

Mo Yu swirled his wine glass, his gaze deep: "Killing Xuan Jian is not difficult for me, but letting him die here is not in the interest of my Mo family. The meaning of killing has never been about venting emotions, but about what your purpose is."

"Purpose?" Jing Ke asked, puzzled, his brows furrowing slightly.

Mo Yu's gaze fell on Gongsun Li, and she was startled. Realizing the purpose of her trip, she blurted out:

"Does the Commander mean resisting Qin?"

Before she could even reveal her purpose, the president in front of her seemed to know everything, which sent chills down her spine.

Those eyes, like abysses, seemed to see right through her, leaving no room for concealment and making her feel utterly insecure.

"This is some information about the Qin state that I compiled from Wei Mo's intelligence." Mo Yu nodded and tossed a scroll of bamboo slips from the table over.

Jing Ke took the document and unfolded it. Gongsun Li leaned over to look at it, only to find that it was just common knowledge, nothing secret.

However, after Mo Yu sorted through the information, these fragmented pieces of data were pieced together to clearly outline a strategic picture.

"The locust plague and epidemic two years ago did not only affect the Qin state, but also the other six states. In order to stabilize the disaster, the states colluded with each other and had the intention of forming an alliance, but it did not take shape because no one took the lead."

Mo Yu paused, his gaze distant. "The Qin state saw this clearly, which is why it launched a military campaign last year to divert domestic conflicts, disrupt the alliance, and seize the opportunity to expand its territory—killing three birds with one stone. Leaving aside Lü Buwei's background, in terms of wisdom and skill alone, he is by no means inferior to Ying Hou (Fan Ju)!"

Jing Ke seemed to be deep in thought, but still didn't understand: "But what does this have to do with Xuan Jian?"

Mo Yu picked up another bamboo scroll from the table and threw it over.

"According to the intelligence that Wei Mo had previously collected, Xuan Jian had attempted to assassinate Lian Po but failed. He was then pursued by Lian Po's cavalry. Wei Mo once thought he was dead, but no one knows who saved him."

"Then, many ministers and generals in the Wei court died at the hands of Xuan Jian."

"Revenge?" Jing Ke asked, puzzled.

“Xuan Jian is an assassin, an extremely sharp sword. The direction the sword points is never determined by the sword itself, but by who the hand holding the sword is pointing at.” Mo Yu finished his drink, his words carrying a deeper meaning.

Gongsun Li glanced at the two intelligence reports and tentatively asked, "Does the Commander mean that the owner of this sword has changed?"

Jing Ke's focus was different: "With General Lian Po's reputation and ability, he is indeed qualified to serve as the leader of the alliance, but isn't there someone in Wei who is more suitable?"

"Lord Xinling (Wei Wuji), who twice presided over the alliance against Qin, stole the tally to rescue Zhao, commanded the armies of five states, and successively defeated Wang Yi and Meng Ao, two top generals of Qin. If it were him, wouldn't all the states feel comfortable entrusting their troops to him?"

“Except for the State of Wei, where Lord Xinling was located,” Mo Yu added with a smile.

Jing Ke pursed his lips and let out a helpless sigh.

The six states were not without talented people, but the problem was that these talented people were hampered by various reasons and were unable to give full play to their abilities, which led to the situation where the Qin state became the dominant power.

"Besides, how do you know that the Net didn't target Lord Xinling?" Mo Yu casually placed the empty cup back on the table and chuckled as he uttered a terrifying statement.

"What?" Jing Ke was shocked.

Of the four great lords of the Warring States period, the other three could hardly compare to Lord Xinling, and he was the subject of countless chivalrous men who were willing to serve him.

If Mo Yu's words were to spread, countless righteous people across the land would spontaneously gather around Lord Xinling to protect him.

Jing Ke was filled with excitement and even planned to draw his sword and rush to Lord Xinling's side to investigate the truth.

Mo Yu glanced at him and said teasingly, "Don't rush me, I'm just saying it's possible, it may not have happened yet. Of course, it would be best if someone could go and investigate."

He was fishing with a straight hook, but people kept taking the bait.

"I'll go right away!"

Jing Ke's eyes lit up. He clasped his hands in a salute, not even bothering to drink the wine. He picked up his sword, turned around, and darted out the door, his steps as swift as the wind.

In the blink of an eye, even his silhouette disappeared into the morning mist.

Gongsun Li gazed at the empty doorway, her lips pressed tightly together, a hint of disappointment flashing in her eyes. Her senior brother was always this impatient; his heart was always settling on distant ideals, yet he always inadvertently forgot about her. "Brother Jing is still as reckless as ever," Mo Yu said, reaching out to grab the wine jar Jing Ke had placed on the ground, then pouring himself a cup.

Gongsun Li lowered her head and sighed softly, forcing a smile as she turned to Mo Yu: "I'm sorry to have made you laugh, Commander."

"No need to be so formal. You are not a member of the Mo family. You can call me Senior Brother along with Brother Jing, or simply Brother Mo." Mo Yu chuckled, poured another cup of wine, and hovered in front of Gongsun Li using his Heavenly Demon Artifact Manipulation.

Gongsun Li took the empty wine cup from her with her slender hand and exclaimed sincerely, "Senior Brother Mo Yu's cultivation is truly unfathomable."

"It's just some basic qi cultivation techniques, nothing to brag about." Mo Yu swirled his wine glass and said calmly, "If you're interested, I'll send you a copy later as a return gift for this fine wine."

These words were spoken casually, but Gongsun Li was stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it, she suddenly realized what they meant.

She originally intended to give this wine to the Mohist master as a stepping stone, hoping he would help the weak state of Wei resist the tyrannical Qin invasion.

Mo Yu had already seen through her thoughts, and now he was offering to give her the cultivation technique to repay the favor.

Does that mean he didn't want to get involved in the conflict between the State of Wei and the tyrannical Qin, and that it was a tactful way of refusing?
Gongsun Li's mind was in turmoil. She bit her lip, wanting to say something but not knowing how to begin.

Mo Yu seemed oblivious to her hesitation and chuckled, "Given Brother Jing's pace, a round trip would only take two or three days at most. Junior Sister Gongsun, please settle down here."

Gongsun Li's pretty face paled slightly, but she forced a smile: "Thank you for taking care of me, Senior Brother Moyu."

"I see that Junior Sister doesn't look well. She must have been frightened last night and didn't sleep well. Why don't you go back to your room and rest?" Mo Yu said again, his tone still casual, but it conveyed a sense of dismissal.

These words struck Gongsun Li like a soft nail, causing a slight tremor in her heart.

She wanted to say a few more words, but facing those abyss-like eyes and indifferent smile, she felt an invisible pressure, and swallowed back the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

He could only bow and say in a low voice, "Then junior sister thanks senior brother in advance."

Her figure slowly retreated outside the door, her slender back appearing somewhat lonely in the morning light. Though her steps were steady, they could not conceal the inner turmoil and weariness within her.

Silence returned to the hall, and Mo Yu glanced to his side.

Yingge knelt on the ground, head bowed, hands clasped on her knees, her dark green cloak draped to one side, revealing a light blue dress.

Her fingertips trembled slightly as she gently pushed the neatly arranged bamboo slips in front of Mo Yu, her gentle voice tinged with timidity: "Master, the files have been sorted and categorized according to your requirements."

"Well done," Mo Yu said calmly, tapping the bamboo slip lightly with his fingers and narrowing his eyes slightly.

Its posture was languid, as if it were somewhat sleepy and not fully awake, but that casual glance, falling into Yingge's eyes, was like an abyss pressing down, sending chills down one's spine.

For a moment, his head drooped even lower, and his breathing became slightly rapid.

Based on her observations in recent days, her master often appears to be deep in thought, and given his terrifying intelligence and his wicked nature that preys on people's soft spots, she wonders who is unlucky enough to be targeted by him.

She prayed silently, hoping it wasn't her.

“Wei Yong, Minister of Works of Wei,” Mo Yu murmured, taking a sip of the fine wine in his cup, his gaze growing ever more profound.

The course of the Qin Dynasty world does not follow history entirely. For example, Wang Yi, the general who was the early commander of the Qin state in the Battle of Changping and once defeated Lian Po, should have died long ago according to historical records, but he is still alive and well in this world.

Although he was a time traveler and familiar with the script, he dared not believe it entirely and could only use it as a reference.

Anyone who dares to apply this method completely is courting disaster!

However, some information can still be used today, such as the relationships and bonds between characters.

"He has a daughter named Wei Qianqian. Find her and bring her back unharmed." Mo Yu's tone was calm, as if he were just giving a casual order.

Yingge bowed her head and replied, "Yes." She got up to leave, but her movements seemed somewhat hurried.

"So eager to get away from me?" Mo Yu's teasing voice came from behind, tinged with sarcasm.

Yingge's heart skipped a beat, and he stopped abruptly. He immediately turned around, knelt on one knee, and bowed his head, saying, "This subordinate dares not!"

Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, his heart pounded like a drum, fearing he might offend this unfathomable person.

"You wouldn't dare, so that means you do?" Mo Yu's tone was even lighter, but his playful tone was even stronger.

Yingge froze, knelt down, and bowed deeply, cold sweat dripping from his forehead onto the floor. His voice trembled as he said, "Your subordinate knows his crime, please punish me, Master!"

She dared not look up, feeling as if that gaze was an invisible net, trapping her firmly.

"Hehe, just kidding, don't be so nervous." Mo Yu stood up, walked to her, and helped her up.

"Owner……"

Yingge was filled with fear and trepidation. Cold sweat soaked through her clothes, and her azure dress clung to her skin, making her appear even more frail and helpless.

"I just wanted to remind you that Wei Qianqian is Xuan Jian's wife. Be careful when you act, lest you lose your life." Mo Yu released her hand, raised his finger to wipe the dust off her forehead, and gently tidied her messy hair.

"Thank you for your kindness, Master. I will remember it forever." Yingge bowed again, his tone extremely respectful.

"Oh, by the way, Wei Qianqian might be pregnant. Be careful when you do it, don't upset her baby." Mo Yu reached out and brushed the dust off her shoulder.

"Your subordinate will remember this."

Yingge's body stiffened slightly, and she dared not say anything more. She felt as if the touch was a shackle on her body, making it hard for her to breathe.

"Okay, go ahead." Mo Yu waved her hand, indicating that she could leave.

Yingge bowed her head and retreated. Even though she desperately wanted to escape from this terrifying man, her legs were so weak that her steps were unsteady, but she dared not show any sign of urgency. She left at a slow and even pace.

Even as she stepped out the door, she dared not relax her tense nerves, because she always felt that those abyss-like eyes were still watching her from behind, waiting for her to reveal the slightest flaw before devouring her.

Leaving the outpost, she walked along the path and came to a clear river by the roadside.

The river flows gently, reflecting the morning light like a mirror.

She stopped and, using the reflection in the water, carefully scanned her surroundings, checking countless times to make sure no one was behind her before finally letting out a long breath.

The tension in my heart finally eased slightly, as if a huge burden had been lifted. I swayed slightly and almost fell to the ground.

A morning breeze swept by, ruffling her disheveled black hair.

Her clothes were soaked with cold sweat and clung to her skin; though the wind was biting, she seemed to be thoroughly enjoying it.

The slight chill was far warmer than the coldness contained in those eyes.

(End of this chapter)