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

Chapter 197 A Man's Weakness
Inside the Sikong Mansion, the midday sun shone through the windows, casting dappled light and shadow on the bluestone floor.

The potted green leaves swayed gently in the breeze, making a soft rustling sound, as if telling of a moment of tranquility.

Wei Yong sat upright at the table, holding a scroll of bamboo slips and carefully flipping through it, his gaze focused.

There seemed to be drifting clouds in the sky, obscuring the sunlight. He didn't pay much attention at first, taking it as just a natural phenomenon.

However, the drifting clouds lingered for a long time, and the light cast by the window gradually turned red, until it became a dark red like blood.

Wei Yong's pupils contracted sharply, and his heart tightened as he realized that something was wrong.

He put down the bamboo slips and got up to leave, but before he could take a few steps, a cold wind blew past him, carrying a bone-chilling cold.

It was as if a ferocious beast had appeared behind him, staring straight at him with undisguised terrifying killing intent.

It felt like a needle piercing his back, making his hair stand on end.

“You are the one who obscures the sun, the shadows are strong and the day is dark. You are the one who obscures the sun!” Wei Yong’s voice was low and his hands were trembling slightly.

But he forced himself to remain calm, did not turn around, stood quietly in place, with his back to the murderous aura, and dared not make the slightest move.

Heaven and earth are destroyed, demons and monsters abound.

Because he had wielded the sharp blade of Xuan Jian, he knew perfectly well what kind of monsters the top-ranked assassins of the Luo Wang were.

If my meager martial arts skills are detected by the opponent as any unusual movement, I will be decapitated in the next instant.

"The swords of the Net are not so easy to borrow."

A deep, cold voice came from behind through the bronze mask, carrying an invisible pressure.

"But since I'm still alive, it means there's still room for maneuver."

After the initial fear, Wei Yong calmed down in just a few breaths.

He slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping over the ordinary attire of the soldier, who looked like an ordinary Qin soldier, utterly unremarkable.

Ultimately, the focus was on the sword lying horizontally on the table.

Even before the sword was drawn, a sinister killing intent could already be felt.

The moment his gaze fell upon it, Wei Yong felt a jolt, as if he were in a blood-soaked battlefield.

The red sun hangs high in the sky, and a giant sword is thrust straight into the ground. The sword is majestic and its end cannot be seen when looking up. The oppressive feeling emanating from the sword's edge is like a mountain pressing down.

The oppressive feeling made him close his eyes involuntarily.

When he opened his eyes again, the giant sword had vanished.

A figure dressed in Qin armor stood in place, his deep, abyss-like eyes, hidden beneath a bronze mask, filled with mockery and coldness.

Wei Yong looked down and saw a giant spider web that had appeared beneath his feet. The threads were dark red, like blood, and intertwined densely. He was standing in it, like prey caught in a net, and any struggle was futile.

The mental defenses that had been painstakingly built up crumbled instantly under this terrifying power.

Even if one wields absolute power, what good is it? When faced with such a terrifying beast, one is nothing more than an ant that could be crushed at any moment.

"The people I ordered Xuan Jian to kill were all on the assassination list of the Luo Wang. I provided him with many conveniences, which enabled him to kill so quickly. The Luo Wang should be happy to see this happen." Cold sweat slid down his forehead as he tried to defend himself.

"That's why you've been able to live until now."

Wei Yong was slightly taken aback when he heard this, and hurriedly recalled what he had done or hadn't done in recent days that had displeased the Luo Wang.

"The former general of Zhao, Lian Po?" He sounded somewhat doubtful at first, but when he uttered that name, he was quite certain.

After all, the reason Xuan Jian was saved by his daughter Wei Qianqian was because he failed to assassinate Lian Po, which was his original goal, and he has not yet accomplished it.

"You're not too stupid."

"Two months ago, Jing Ni attempted to assassinate Lord Xinling. Although she failed, she severely injured him. He won't live much longer, and may even be dead already. As for Lian Po..."

"Xuan Jian, this sharp blade, has been dragged in your hands for far too long."

Before the words were finished, the person had disappeared from Wei Yong's sight. The bloodstains by the window gradually faded, as if the clouds in the sky had dispersed and the blazing sunlight had shone down again, restoring brightness to the room.

Only Wei Yong remained in the study, his brow furrowed in deep thought, cold sweat still clinging to his forehead, his back soaked through. He took a deep breath, suppressing his palpitations, and stared at the bamboo scroll on the table, his gaze lingering there for a long time.

Xuan Jian's life or death was of no concern to him; he had even been considering how to destroy the murder weapon afterward. The problem was, though, that was a classic case of "the cunning rabbit dies, the hunting dog is cooked," and there were still quite a few die-hard elements remaining in Lord Xinling's faction!

Having lost Xuan Jian, he would find it difficult to find such a useful blade again, which was something he could not allow.

Outside the Sikong Mansion, the midday sun was still blazing, and the streets and alleys were bustling with noise, with vendors' cries and the clamor of carriages and horses blending together.

The person Wei Yong called "Yan Ri" slowly removed his Shura mask in the alley, revealing an ordinary face.

Mo Yu casually took off the Qin Dynasty iron armor uniform and stuffed it into the chat group. Dressed in plain clothes, he blended into the crowd without looking out of place.

That's the downside of wearing a mask; anyone with similar abilities can wear that disguise.

Wei Yong's reaction told him that the real Yan Ri had not yet come knocking.

Otherwise, even if Mo Yu managed to create a set of various lighting and shadow effects using his memory of the original anime and the Blood Sea Hell technique, he would inevitably be exposed.

It's not that his skills are lacking, but that he has never even seen the sun-covering eclipse. How could he possibly disguise himself without any flaws?
Wei Yong didn't realize he was an imposter, which means he hadn't seen him in person either.

This information is very important!
The world is so vast, it's hard to find someone.

If that person is a top-tier assassin from the Luo Wang organization who has been entrenched in the dark world for many years, Mo Yu would have almost no way to take action unless she deliberately exposed herself.

Relying on luck? Unfortunately, only those heroes with innate 'destiny' possess such a thing; he doesn't.

Fortunately, he knew who could find Jing Ni—the Net.

Given Yan Ri's position within the Luo Wang network, he must have known this intelligence.

But finding someone to cover the sun isn't easy either, though it's not a big problem. At least he can find Xuan Jian, right?
Wei Yong informed Black Widow of the task assigned by 'Yan Ri', and asked her to relay it to Xuan Jian.

But when Black Widow led Xuan Jian to the rendezvous point...

In a desolate wilderness, a familiar figure appeared before my eyes, but it was not the one who hid the sun!
"The Six-Fingered Demon of the Harp, how could he be here?" Black Widow's eyes trembled, her voice low and tinged with fear.

Having witnessed Yingge's submission, her fear of this tall figure was no less than Yingge's own. She instinctively took a half-step back, her fingers lightly touching the Heartless Silk, ready to fight at any moment.

“It’s obvious this is a trap.” Xuan Jian sighed, his face ashen.

That night, he was injured by a sword move from Mo Yu that resembled the 'Hundred Steps Flying Sword'. The reason he was able to escape was entirely because the other party had no intention of keeping him here.

In terms of pure strength, even at this moment, he still doesn't have much of a chance of escaping from his opponent.

As a swordsman of his caliber, even knowing he was no match for the enemy, he would not give up and wait to die, but would fight to the death.

Living in a dark world, he was never afraid of death. His only regret was perhaps his concern for Qianqian.

Mo Yu stood with his hands behind his back and said indifferently, "Tell me all the Luo Wang strongholds you know."

"Absolutely impossible!" Xuan Jian refused decisively.

Even though he is now working for Wei Yong, the secrets of the Luo Wang organization are not easily revealed.

He gripped the black and white swords tightly, the blades trembling slightly, a murderous intent rising within him, like a trapped beast poised to pounce.

A gentle breeze blew by, carrying a familiar scent of rouge from behind.

Xuan Jian's expression changed drastically. Completely disregarding how foolish it was to expose his back in front of a powerful enemy like Mo Yu, he turned around and looked back.

But instead, a white strip of cloth floated towards him. He reached out and took it, then looked down and saw that it was exactly the same as the strip of cloth wrapped around his wound.

That was what Wei Qianqian used to bandage him!
Xuan Jian's pupils contracted sharply, his heart stopped beating, and his killing intent was instantly replaced by panic.

Yingge slowly walked out from the side, her body tense, staring intently at Xuan Jian. This terrifying beast, exuding a death-defying aura, gave her a heavy sense of oppression, as if it might pounce at any moment.

Facing a master like Xuan Jian, she dared not be careless in the slightest. Even if she used all her strength to move, she might not be as fast as his sword. Losing her composure would be tantamount to death.

However, at that moment, Mo Yu's voice came, and with just one sentence, Xuan Jian, the ferocious tiger, instantly turned into a house cat.

"I have good news for you. Congratulations, Miss Qianqian is pregnant." The tone was casual, with a hint of teasing, but it hit Xuan Jian's heart like a heavy hammer.

Xuan Jian froze, the strip of cloth slipped from his hand, and the killing intent in his eyes vanished, replaced by shock and complex emotions.

"What do you want to know?"

(End of this chapter)