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

Chapter 212 Qin Shi Mo Yu: I have a chicken!
"So, several days have passed and you haven't made any progress at all?" The puppet stared at the tyrant's primordial spirit in shock, looking as if it had seen a ghost.

"What can I do? That old nun Miejue refuses to budge no matter what. Can I just take it by force?"

The tyrant's primordial spirit looked utterly devastated, spreading his hands and exclaiming in frustration, "If we really go to such lengths, what will happen to my master's Pure Yang Limitless Skill, Tai Chi Divine Skill, and Innate Tai Chi Skill? I can't afford to lose sight of the bigger picture for the sake of a small gain!"

The puppet rolled its eyes, utterly speechless: "What are you thinking? When did I tell you to steal or rob? She's just using 'not to be told to outsiders' as an excuse, isn't she? Just change your identity and not be an outsider, okay?"

"?" The Tyrant's primordial spirit was stunned for a moment, then frowned and said, "Not to mention that I can't leave Wudang, Emei doesn't accept male disciples either."

"Think about Song Qingshu in the original novel. A 'disciple' doesn't necessarily have to be a disciple of the sect. Aren't a disciple's man considered one of their own?"

The puppet-like figure grinned, revealing a lewd and obscene expression: "Just say you fell in love at first sight with Zhou Zhiruo or some Emei girl, and then ask Miejue to arrange a marriage. Wouldn't that make perfect sense?"

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The tyrant's primordial spirit was utterly speechless. His eye twitched, and he thought to himself, "As expected of this guy, his moves are all about the lowest of the low."

However, upon closer examination, this terrible idea is not entirely nonsense; it is actually quite feasible.

Although it might seem like he was toying with other people's feelings, didn't Song Qingshu also use this method to gain access to Emei martial arts in the original novel? Although he was after Zhou Zhiruo's body, he ultimately failed.

Seeing that he remained silent, the puppet clapped its hands and continued in a sly tone, "That's the gist of it. Success stories are there for all to see. Whether you do it or not is up to you, boss."

The tyrant's spirit fell silent. If this path were truly followed, the consequences would be enormous.
He didn't want to get involved in karma, but he wanted the cultivation technique.

Out of the corner of his eye, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the Taoist's primordial spirit beside him and suddenly remembered that this guy had a good relationship with both Zhou Zhiruo and Bei Jinyi.

"Let's swap clothes."

"Huh? That's not a good idea." The Taoist's primordial spirit was taken aback.

"Then how about I find Qin Shi? Anyway, I don't have such worldly thoughts." The Tyrant's primordial spirit glanced at him, his tone slightly mocking.

"Ahem, then I'll do it." The Taoist's primordial spirit coughed and waved his hand in agreement.

In the past, he would never have bothered to get involved in this mess, but who told him to let Feng Shayan take the forbidden fruit?

Once you get involved with this stuff, the consequences will be dire.

Therefore, lust is the root of all evil, and should not be touched!

The tyrant's primordial spirit snorted coldly and warned, "Let me make this clear first: the primordial yang within me must not be leaked. If you really can't control yourself, take the person to your other world, but don't fucking mess with my body."

"It's not that bad, my willpower isn't that weak." The Taoist's primordial spirit retorted seriously, feeling that his image had been tarnished.

"Oh?" The tyrant's primordial spirit raised an eyebrow and casually made a gesture.

A ripple appeared in the air, and the voluptuous "God of War," exuding a wild aura, was summoned.

This thing was originally intended to be developed into a backup hidden energy source for three people to share, but it was turned into this by the Taoist's primordial spirit.

Although he still tried to argue that the 'Goddess of War' becoming like this had little to do with him, it was her own choice to change.

But seeing the tyrant's disdainful gaze and the puppet's lewd smile that "men understand," Mo Yu finally gave up struggling.

Forget it, I'm tired. Let it go.

Isn't it just being misunderstood as a pervert?

What's wrong with men being a little horny?
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A world of heroes.

Zhou Zhiruo had just returned from the foot of the mountain, covered in dust and with a few withered leaves still clinging to her blue robe.

Upon hearing that Mo Yu had arrived in Emei, she rushed to her guest room without taking a break.

On the way, they bumped into Yan Jing'an.

"Sister Zhiruo?"

Yan Jing'an was taken aback, then smiled gently, raising a silk handkerchief to softly wipe the sweat from her forehead. "You look travel-worn; look how fast you've been running." "Uncle Jing'an."

"I didn't expect you to come see your sister so soon after you got back." Yan Jing'an was very touched and took out a silk handkerchief to wipe the sweat from her forehead.

Zhou Zhiruo opened her mouth, about to ask when she had arrived, but was made a little embarrassed by the sudden intimacy and could only lower her head and smile.

The two women had met before, and because of her father's influence, Yan Jing'an had taken good care of her.

In June of the fourth year of the Zhiyuan era (1338), the monks Peng Yingyu and Zhou Ziwang from Yuanzhou gathered 5,000 people to start an uprising. Zhou Ziwang proclaimed himself King Zhou and established a reign title.

The uprising failed, Zhou Ziwang was killed, and Peng Yingyu fled to Huaixi with Zhou's siblings.

Miejue's favoritism towards Zhou Zhiruo was not only due to her talent, but also largely because of her father.

After exchanging pleasantries, Yan Jing'an noticed that Zhou Zhiruo was distracted, her gaze constantly drifting behind her. After a moment's thought, she guessed what was going on and asked in a complicated tone:

"You...you're here to see Mo Yu, right?"

"Forehead."

Zhou Zhiruo lowered her head even further, a blush rising on her cheeks, as if her innermost thoughts had been exposed. Yan Jing'an was considered a semi-elder in her eyes, which made her feel even more awkward.

Yan Jing'an looked at her with the air of a young girl in love and rubbed his temples in exasperation.

Mo Yu seems to be blessed with a lot of luck in love. Wherever he goes, he's always surrounded by beautiful women.

Having only been in Emei for two days, she noticed that many female disciples were giving her flirtatious glances.

In the past few days, countless female disciples of Emei have come to see Mo Yu, including Bei Jinyi and Ding Minjun.

She remembered that when she last came to Emei, it wasn't like this. It's only been less than half a year!

Now look what's happened; even Zhou Zhiruo, whom she treated like a younger sister, has plunged headlong into this quagmire.

Yan Jing'an was at a loss for words.

"Senior Brother Moyu, are you inside?" Zhou Zhiruo looked up, her eyes sparkling.

"Yes, I'm here." Yan Jing'an nodded helplessly.

"I have something to discuss with him. I'll come back to talk to my martial uncle later." Zhou Zhiruo's eyes lit up, and she quickly bypassed her, her skirt fluttering as she disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Yan Jing'an's hand holding the silk handkerchief froze in mid-air, and the corner of her mouth twitched.

I really can't figure out where Mo Yu's charm comes from, even though her appearance is clearly ordinary.

Oh, he hasn't even come of age yet, a young grandmaster, no, a young great grandmaster!
That's fine.

For a man, as long as his looks are above average and he doesn't feel disgusted at first glance, the remaining advantages are more in his overall abilities.

In the martial arts world, strength ultimately prevails.

Yan Jing'an sighed, recalling Zhou Zhiruo's appearance when she first entered Emei, and her heart sank again.

She couldn't let go after all.

She was only ten years old at the time. Her parents died tragically under the swords of the Yuan army, her brother was shot through by a hail of arrows before her eyes, and even she herself would probably not have escaped death if Zhang Zhenren had not come to her rescue.

That experience left a shadow on her that she will probably never be able to erase for the rest of her life.

As for Mo Yu, Yan Jing'an had to admit that he did indeed have the ability to help Zhou Zhiruo take revenge.

Otherwise, how could she, as the living successor of Cihang Jingzhai, have stayed by his side?

(End of this chapter)