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

Chapter 215 Trading
Mo Yu pretended to write on the Xuan paper, lazily writing the character 'Dao'. The ink was not yet dry, but it conveyed a sense of artistic conception.

Without even looking up, he casually placed the brush back on the inkstone, his tone light and dismissive yet authoritative:

"It seems you've figured something out. What do you think I should do with you?"

Yan Jing'an's heart tightened, and her slender waist straightened involuntarily, but there was little fear in her eyes:

"You have serious injuries."

Upon hearing this, Mo Yu slowly raised her eyes, her expression restrained.

Their gazes met in the air, and an invisible wave spread out, stirring up ripples.

Yan Jing'an's sword spirit was provoked, and his mind subconsciously projected outwards to confront it.

But she never expected that Mo Yu's eyes were as deep as black holes. The moment her spirit and will touched them, they were like a mud ox entering the sea, suddenly sucked into them!
In an instant, the heavens and earth were stained with blood, the immortal mountains collapsed, and the four poles were broken!
Yan Jing'an felt as if she were in a world on the verge of destruction, where the air was filled with deathly silence and despair, and a suffocating fear surged in like a tide.

She was startled, and suppressing her instinctive repulsion, she stared intently.

Mo Yu remained standing opposite her, his left hand behind his back, his right arm hanging down, the cold iron arm armor gleaming coldly.

Behind him, a massive black shadow, ten feet tall, loomed in and out of sight. Its scarlet eyes burned like blazing flames, as if it were the embodiment of all war and slaughter in the world. Its domineering aura rushed over her, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

"I'm just injured, not crippled, and certainly not dead!" Mo Yu's voice was low and deep, each word like a heavy hammer blow to the heart.

Yan Jing'an pursed her lips slightly, her skirt trembling slightly, as if she had been forced to take a half step back by that imposing aura:

"That was not what I meant."

"That's why I didn't kill you right away."

Mo Yu's words weren't exactly boasting, but they concealed the price he would pay.

To defeat Yan Jing'an, a master of the Celestial Realm, one would have to sacrifice Xiao Zuo as well.

When that time comes, the heroes will definitely want to fight him to the death.

Yan Jing'an took a deep breath: "We are both Han Chinese, and we should not kill each other. The best course of action now is to join forces to resist foreign enemies and rebuild China!"

Mo Yu raised an eyebrow, glanced at her sideways, and said in a teasing tone, "Fine, you bring the power of Cihang Jingzhai to my side, and get Zhu Yuanzhang to submit as well. I guarantee that within ten years, we will destroy the Mongol Yuan Dynasty and rebuild the Chinese nation!"

Yan Jing'an remained silent, her lips pressed tightly together, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

Once you place a bet, it's not that simple to just walk away.

As for getting Zhu Yuanzhang to submit to Mo Yu, based on her understanding of him, that was wishful thinking and absolutely impossible.

Mo Yu chuckled, his tone laced with sarcasm: "Look, you won't side with me, even though I asked you to, and you still talk about fighting against foreign enemies together."

Yan Jing'an bit her lip, leaving a faint mark on her lips with her pearly white teeth, adding a touch of gentle charm: "Even if it's for the sake of domination, we should at least first surround and kill the Yuan court, our strongest enemy, before it's time for heroes to vie for supremacy."

Mo Yu shook his head, his gaze deep: "The Yuan Dynasty is corrupt and its demise is inevitable, nothing to worry about. Zhu Yuanzhang, on the other hand, like me, possesses the 'Mandate of Heaven,' and with the support of major sects such as Cihang Jingzhai and Jingnian Chan, he has already become a hidden dragon. In the future, he will definitely be my greatest threat."

Yan Jing'an frowned and retorted, "You were in such a bad state even when you had the upper hand in that battle, his injuries must have been much more severe!"

Mo Yu narrowed his eyes, a smile playing on his lips: "A man like Zhu Yuanzhang would never let his injuries cause him to miss an opportunity. I bet you, even if he had to crawl, he would crawl to the top of Chuzhou City!"

Yan Jing'an's heart skipped a beat, and her pupils contracted slightly.

She had just received a secret report from Emei: Zhu Yuanzhang had been training 20,000 troops and had begun his march towards Chuzhou. But what about Mo Yu? He'd been right under her nose these past few days, either surrounded by beautiful women or staying indoors. How did he learn of this? Or had his wisdom reached the level of "knowing the world without leaving home"?

Either way, it demonstrates how terrifying he is.

Yan Jing'an's heart sank.

Such people, if they could join forces to deal with the Mongol Yuan, would surely deliver a fatal blow to the Yuan court; but if they were to turn against the anti-Yuan forces, their destructive power would be far more terrifying than the corrupt Yuan court!
As the living successor of Cihang Jingzhai, she must guide this "destined" person onto the right path!
"Cihang Jingzhai will always stand on the side of restoring order." Yan Jing'an took a deep breath, her waist swaying slightly, her blue robe rippling like water.

“If you can prove that you are more suitable for that position than Zhu Yuanzhang, I…” She bit her lip, seemed to struggle for a moment, and finally whispered, “I can join you with the power of Cihang Jingzhai and help you win over sects such as Jingnian Chan.”

Even Mo Yu was stunned for a moment when he heard this.

He was just making a casual threat, trying to trick her into doing him a favor, but he didn't expect it to actually backfire!
It seems that the value of this so-called 'destiny' is even higher than he imagined.

But he didn't show it. Instead, he sneered, "Heh, playing both sides and changing course with the wind, and in your mouth you make it seem like I'm the one who's benefiting. No wonder you're a descendant of Cihang Jingzhai, your tongue is as sweet as a lotus flower."

Yan Jing'an, however, had calmed down. She stared calmly into his eyes, her voice clear and melodious:
“I know you have something for me to do, but there’s no need to do it this way. As long as it’s for the sake of the Han people, Jing’an will do it without hesitation.”

Mo Yu smacked his lips, put away his domineering aura, and returned to his lazy self: "I want you to go to Shaolin for me and exchange the Nine Yin Manual and the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms for Shaolin's Nine Yang Skill."

Shaolin is different from Emei; they have a very deep foundation and don't care much about the Nine Yang Skill.

However, Shaolin and Wudang have a complicated history of conflict, and both are poised to dominate the martial arts world. As a Wudang disciple, he would inevitably face difficulties if he went to make the exchange in person.

But this world of heroes is a Frankenstein's monster. Shaolin Temple has more than just the masters from The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber. Who knows if a sweeping monk who knows the Tathagata Palm might suddenly appear.

In contrast, Yan Jing'an, who came from Cihang Jingzhai, would face much less resistance.

Yan Jing'an lowered her head and pondered for a moment, then nodded slightly: "I can help you, but..." She raised her head, her beautiful eyes sparkling with a hint of cunning, "What will I get in return?"

Mo Yu was slightly taken aback and looked at her in surprise. The elegant and ethereal Yan Jing'an was actually bargaining with him?
Her expression remained calm, but a slight blush at the tips of her ears betrayed the ripples in her heart.

"interesting……"

Mo Yu smiled, narrowed his eyes, and said, "Since you're worried about me clashing with Zhu Yuanzhang, I'll grant you a chance for a truce. No matter when in the future, or how intense the battle becomes, as long as you come before me, I will immediately cease hostilities and retreat!"

A hint of joy flashed in Yan Jing'an's eyes, and the corners of his lips turned up slightly: "There's no need to take out the complete 'Nine Yin Manual,' just the part that deciphers Shaolin martial arts, plus the 'Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms,' that's enough."

Mo Yu was stunned again. Was she trying to save him money?
Yan Jing'an's ears turned slightly red, but she said in a serious tone, "Giving too much will only cause trouble."

The expansive vision of a blood-soaked hell receded, and Mo Yu returned to his desk.

Yan Jing'an turned and left, her wide robe swaying gently, her curves flowing like a breeze rustling willows, exuding an elegant yet alluring charm.

Mo Yu watched her leave, his fingertips lightly tapping the inkstone as he murmured:

"Cihang Jingzhai...you're really something."

To be honest, when Yan Jing'an showed a slightly different side of herself, Mo Yu was a little tempted.

Yeah, just a little bit.

At that moment, Miejue, who was meditating in the meditation room, suddenly opened her eyes and turned her head to look at the guest room.

A look of confusion flashed in his eyes as he murmured, "This sword intent, is it just an illusion?"

(End of this chapter)