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

Chapter 202 Parrot Song, Guard Mission

"Lord Commander!"

Upon seeing Mo Yu arrive, the Mo family disciples who had retreated earlier bowed respectfully, their eyes filled with awe and excitement.

This battle involves attacking the core stronghold of Luo Wang in Wei, facing three assassins with the rank of "Kill," and even Yan Ri, a top-rank assassin from Luo Wang.

The final result, however, was astonishing.

More than fifty members of the Luo Wang (Net of Heaven) were killed, and more than one hundred non-combatants were either killed or captured, while the Mo family suffered only three to five casualties.

The reason they were able to achieve such a high exchange ratio was not only because the Mohist disciples had better equipment, higher skill levels, and better teamwork under Zhao Tuo's command, but also because of Mo Yu's strategic planning.

Before the battle began, he formulated a complete battle plan, informing his disciples of all possible situations, and arranged for weapons and equipment to be obtained by him from the Guiyi Chamber of Commerce.

Apart from the fact that the ability to conceal the sun was somewhat unexpected by Mo Yu, everything else was exactly as the Grand Commander had predicted.

How could such profound and far-sighted planning not inspire genuine admiration from the disciples?

Mo Yu returned the greeting with a cupped hand. As someone who grew up in a modern city, especially one from a humble background, she didn't care at all about the airs of a leader.

His abilities and resources were enough to win over his disciples; he didn't need to put on airs to show his superiority or play the power game of "the punishment is unpredictable, so the power is immeasurable."

This act of showing equal respect earned him even more respect from the Mohist disciples, as 'harmony' was one of the fundamental principles of the Mohist school.

"Regarding the merits and demerits of all participants in this battle, each deputy captain should compile a document tonight and submit it to Commander-in-Chief Zhao Tuo for final review. Punishments and rewards will be implemented within ten days. Report any problems directly to me."

Mo Yu's voice was calm and steady, carrying an unquestionable authority, "In addition, due to the emergence of an invincible enemy in this battle, the rewards for the participants will be increased by 30%, the compensation for the wounded will be increased by 50%, and the compensation for the deceased will be doubled."

Upon hearing this, the joy in the eyes of the disciples intensified. Although the discipline was strict and no one made a sound, they all stood up straighter.

A leader who strictly demands of himself the standards of a saint, who is far-sighted and steadfast in leading his forces on the right path to continuous growth, and who is not stingy in sharing this glory.

It makes you feel accomplished and satisfies your spiritual needs, while also being extremely generous, covering almost all your material needs.

You don't need to worry about anything. Just focus on your work and everything else will be taken care of.

What kind of leader is this?

You are my godfather, even though we are not related by blood!
After the usual round of showering people with money to win them over, Mo Yu handed over all the remaining trivial matters to Zhao Tuo.

Zhao Tuo led his disciples away, and the Black Widow also quietly left to report the latest situation to Xuan Jian.

Besides Mo Yu, only Ying Ge and two unconscious prisoners remained present.

"Master." Yingge originally wanted to call him "Master," but seeing that only she and Moyu were left, she changed her words before she could finish speaking, her voice soft and tinged with shyness.

"You've done very well these past few days." Mo Yu reached out and gently stroked her head, his tone gentle.

The parrot had gotten used to this 'reward' and lowered its head docilely, its eyes unconsciously narrowing.

"I'll fulfill my promise to you today." Mo Yu's words confused Ying Ge, and a hint of bewilderment flashed in her eyes.

She had forgotten what Mo Yu had promised her.

Mo Yu did not explain, but continued, "Open your mind, do not resist at all, and completely relax."

Yingge obediently closed her eyes, and although she was confused, she did as he said.

After all, this is the master's order!
She didn't know that this was Mo Yu's final test for her.

Chat groups can transmit live people, but only if the other party is completely at ease and has no intention of resisting.

Only in this way can it be transmitted to other worlds.

An invisible wave dissipated, and the parrot's song vanished.

Clearly, she passed this test.

[War Maniac: The person has been sent over. You take care of the rest.]

[Qin Shi: OK!]
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The world under one person.

A simple wooden house, sunlight streaming through the window lattice, casting dappled shadows.

Yingge slowly opened her eyes. The dizziness in her brain and the discomfort in her internal organs made her extremely uncomfortable, and she almost vomited. The scene before her, so different from the one a second ago, intensified her dizziness.

She shook her head, followed by a nameless fear.

This is the instinctive unease that living beings experience when faced with unfamiliar environments and things beyond their understanding.

However, she soon found her anchor, her master, Mo Yu, who looked much younger.

Qin Shimo sat cross-legged on the bed, surrounded by draft papers. He was biting a pencil and calculating something, his brows slightly furrowed, focused and calm.

"My Lord?" Parrot asked tentatively, her voice filled with uncertainty.

"Yes, this is another world. You can just call me Daoist Master here." Qin Shi Moyu looked up and said in a gentle tone, "Also, dizziness is normal. Everyone feels like this the first time they travel through time."

"Sit down and have some water to get used to it." He pointed to the water glass on the table and continued calculating.

Although Yingge is from the Qin's World, and theoretically should be owned by Qin Shi Moyu, she's just a woman; there's no need to be so clear about it. Everyone controls one world, and will control many more in the future.

Aside from the women you've already confirmed a relationship with, whoever likes the others can take them away.

Moreover, Qin Shi Mo Yu has already obtained the Divine Machine Hundred Refinements.

In the past few days, besides studying the Body Refining Furnace with Old Ma, he also took the opportunity to extract a lot of blueprints and weapon-refining experience from Old Ma.

Now he can even hand-make 'figures' for himself; what kind of beautiful woman can't he sculpt?

Given enough materials, he can create anything from metal-skinned androids to bio-skinned cyborgs, from jade and wood. There's nothing he can't do.

Moreover, the ability to summon spirits and command generals is quite strange, even though XP is so inclined to want to emulate Ning Caichen. It's not entirely impossible.

Yingge blinked, her delicate face still somewhat bewildered, and obediently sat down in the chair next to the table.

After drinking a glass of water, the slight coolness made her feel better and cleared her mind considerably.

She continued to sip her drink, her gaze secretly falling on Qin Shimoyu as she pondered what was going on.

Qin Shi Moyu was writing and drawing on the draft paper by himself, occasionally biting the pen and looking thoughtful.

This gave Yingge a very strange feeling. He felt like his master, but from a rational point of view, there were subtle differences in appearance, temperament and behavior.

If it weren't for the sense of alienation from entering another world, coupled with the difference in appearance, these differences would actually be within an acceptable range.

Humans are complex and ever-changing beings.

Yingge has seen many people who can be as gentle as water one second and as ruthless as a knife the next during her missions.

This was the first time she had ever seen someone like Mo Yu; it was as if his soul had been disturbed (split personality).

Two completely different qualities intertwined within him, making him both familiar and unfamiliar to her.

Qin Shi Moyu drew the last stroke, then threw the completed drawing aside, discarding it like trash.

This thing is just to help him think; it's useless once the design is completed. The real blueprints are hidden in his mind.

As for the pile of drafts around him, even if an outsider got hold of them, at most they could only glean some ideas from them, and they would still have to match his brainwaves.

The problem now is dealing with this female assassin in front of us.

Qin Shimoyu raised his head and stared at her with a scrutinizing look in his eyes.

Yingge was somewhat restless, her hand gripping the teacup tightly, maintaining a drinking posture even though the cup was empty to conceal her unease. She dared not look directly into the other person's eyes, her lowered eyelashes trembling slightly, like a fledgling bird newly arrived in an unfamiliar nest, both wary and at a loss.

"In this world, your only task is to protect these two old people." Qin Shimoyu broke the silence, his voice low, and took out a cell phone to hand it over.

On the screen was a group photo of two elderly people with kind smiles; they were his grandparents.

All of Zhu Tian Mo Yu's memories before the age of eighteen are the same, which means that their feelings for their grandparents are the same. Especially after they transmigrated, they were all orphans, and their emphasis on family ties was no less than that of the War Maniac.

As the guardian chosen by Mo Yu, the benefits Ying Ge would receive were beyond her imagination.

Yingge put down her teacup, reached out and took the small box that shimmered with light and shadow illusions, a look of surprise flashing across her face.

But he did not forget his duty, gazing at the screen and deeply engraving the faces of the two elderly people into his mind.

"Who are these two?" Yingge stared at the old man whose silhouette seemed somewhat familiar, and already had a guess in her mind.

“My grandparents.” Qin Shimoyu’s tone was gentle, but a hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes. “This world is different from your original place. Generally speaking, there is no danger, and the mechanical arts are more advanced. People’s lives are more peaceful and wonderful. Later, I will teach you how to understand this world.”

He took out three jade ritual objects from his bosom—a pendant, a ring, and a bracelet—and handed them to her one by one.

"The pendant is a sensory artifact; I will place a locator on my grandparents so it can sense their location."

"The ring is a detection artifact; if a powerful individual (an extraordinary being) appears within a hundred meters, blood spots will appear, but not everyone can escape its detection."

"The bracelet is a protective magic item. It will automatically activate if there is any malicious attack within 100 meters, or it can be activated manually."

Yingge wore it as instructed; the jade was warm and smooth against her skin.

He lowered his head and stroked the bracelet, his eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and awe.

Qin Shimoyu then took out another scroll and handed it over: "This is a book that 'I' tailored to your martial arts techniques and moves, including internal energy cultivation, healing methods, lightness skills, fist, palm, claw techniques, and sword techniques."

"I haven't prepared your weapon yet. I will give it to you once you've adapted to this world."

The book has an antique cover and a slightly cool feel to the touch.

"Any other questions?" Qin Shimo asked as a final question.

Yingge lightly stroked the surface with her fingertips, looked up at him, and asked in a soft but tentative voice, "My lord... Daoist priest, is there something wrong with this detector?"

She held out the entire ring, the jade ring itself covered in blood-red veins, so red it looked like it was about to drip blood.

(End of this chapter)