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

Chapter 218 White Lotus Cult Leader Han Shantong!
On the mountain path, Ding Minjun walked slowly, pondering how to probe Mo Yu for the whereabouts of the Heaven-Slaying Sword, when she suddenly caught a glimpse of two figures rushing down the mountain path.

"Zhou Zhiruo?"

She narrowed her eyes, her gaze turning sinister, and fixed it on the graceful figure in the blue robe and white gown: "At a time like this, she still dares to see Mo Yu? Has she never learned her lesson!"

Zhou Zhiruo, however, had already learned her lesson. When using her lightness skill to travel, she had learned to observe her surroundings at the same time, even when she was in the sect.

She naturally noticed Ding Minjun's unfriendly gaze, but didn't take it to heart.

The humiliation of having her virginity tested in the main hall has already proven her innocence. If she dares not see Mo Yu now to avoid suspicion, it would be a great loss for her.

However, if they meet secretly and are discovered, it will cause a huge uproar.

Since that's the case, it's better to just meet them openly and honestly; that would make you seem more open and honest.

After all, Mo Yu is not some demonic sorcerer. As long as the two of them keep their distance, even if they are truly in love, it is not something that would disgrace their sect.

"Senior Brother Mo Yu, it's me."

Zhou Zhiruo pushed open the door, but before she could finish speaking, she saw a scene that broke her heart.

Sunlight streamed through the carved window lattice, casting a warm glow that softly painted a cozy scene inside.

Bei Jinyi sat gracefully at the table, her figure serene and composed beneath her blue robe. With delicate hands, she deftly removed the fish bones and placed the tender white fish meat into the black jade bowl, her movements gentle and meticulous.

Mo Yu, his right arm encased in cold iron armor, ate intently with his head down.

Their daily life, like that of a couple who had been married for many years, was ordinary yet jarring, causing Zhou Zhiruo's heart to bleed.

For a fleeting moment, a deep sense of guilt gripped her heart, compelling her to take a step back, close the door, and not want to disrupt this beautiful and peaceful scene.

Bei Jinyi noticed the commotion, turned her head to look back, and her gaze fell on Zhou Zhiruo. The faint smile on her face remained unchanged, as gentle as a spring breeze.
"Oh, it's Zhiruo. You two chat."

After Mo Yu shoveled the last mouthful of rice mixed with fish into her mouth, she got up to clear the dishes with a calm and composed demeanor.

She gently lifted the food box with her slender hands, slowly walked out of the room, leaving the two of them alone, seemingly unconcerned about their relationship.

Han Lin'er stood beside Zhou Zhiruo, her gaze shifting between Zhou Zhiruo and Bei Jinyi.

She was just simple-minded, not stupid. Plus, women have a natural advantage in these matters, so how could she not see that both of them liked the ordinary-looking man in the room?

This made her heart sink slightly, and a faint unease arose within her. In her heart, Zhou Zhiruo was her only family, and she was unwilling to let anyone take her away from her, no matter who it was!
But Zhou Zhiruo clearly didn't realize this. She took her hand and walked straight into the house, closing the wooden door behind her.

Mo Yu leaned back in his chair. After Bei Jinyi left, he visibly relaxed, and his lazy demeanor returned.

The last vestige of conscience in his heart made him feel an invisible pressure and a sense of guilt whenever he faced Bei Jinyi's pure and unadulterated gentleness.

However, he handled Zhou Zhiruo's complex emotions, which were a mixture of interests and feelings, with ease.

However, his gaze did not fall on Zhou Zhiruo, but passed over her and fixed on the tall figure behind her.

The three primordial spirits, one, two, and three, were squeezed into one body and merged together.

Even Mo Yu, who had three primordial spirits residing in his sea of ​​consciousness, felt like he had never seen anything like it before.

Judging from her attire and the distinctive lotus mark on her cheek, it wasn't difficult for him to guess her identity.

"Han Shantong's daughter, Han Lin'er!"

The sudden opening statement startled Zhou Zhiruo, who was pondering how to introduce her senior brother Han Lin'er's identity.

She didn't even recognize Han Lin'er at first glance, so how did Senior Brother Mo Yu see through her at a glance?

"You've seen me before?" Han Lin'er frowned, her gaze slightly narrowed, revealing a hint of contemplation.

Mo Yu didn't speak, but chuckled softly, his gaze fixed on her eyes.

An invisible wave rippled from his deep, unfathomable pupils, which were as profound as an abyss and possessed an all-consuming gravitational pull.

The two primordial spirits attached to Han Lin'er were drawn by this power, seemingly about to be peeled off.

Han Lin'er's heart skipped a beat as she sensed something amiss. Her primordial spirit power suddenly erupted, blooming like a white lotus, tightly binding the two primordial spirits in an attempt to resist them.

But Mo Yu's eyes were as unfathomable as black holes, and all three primordial spirits, along with her resistance, were swallowed up.

The next instant, he closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into his sea of ​​knowledge. Taiji Heavenly Palace!

The primordial spirits of Han Lin'er and her family of three manifested here.

After Han Shantong's primordial spirit appeared here, he regained consciousness. He scanned the huge Tai Chi martial arts arena, and his gaze sharpened:
"Is this the True Treasury of All Things?"

"This is my sea of ​​consciousness."

The Tai Chi diagram slowly rotated, embracing Yin and Yang, the two energies intertwined, and the primordial spirit of a Taoist priest in black robes emerged from the Tai Chi diagram. He bowed respectfully, his voice leisurely:

"This humble Taoist priest, Mo Yu, greets Sect Leader Han."

Han Lin'er and her mother looked worried, their hands unconsciously clenching their robes.

Han Shantong, however, lived up to his reputation as the leader of a sect and the leader of the Red Turban Rebellion. His eyes were filled with curiosity, but without the slightest fear.

A stone man with one eye stirs up rebellion across the land along the Yellow River!

What he did was no less than what Chen Sheng and Zhang Jiao did.

In this world, he was a grandmaster of martial arts. The Yuan court had gone to great lengths to eliminate him, and countless masters had died in the process.

This is precisely why the Yuan court has been unable to muster a decent force to suppress the rebellion for the past two years, giving local resistance forces ample room to grow.

"What a pity. I didn't realize that there was such a talent as you in the world. With such a vast sea of ​​consciousness, you alone could probably contain the entire Myriad Realms Treasury."

"Nine times out of ten, things in this world don't go as planned. It's a pity that I didn't get to witness the sect leader's glory at his peak." The Taoist's primordial spirit sighed softly, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes.

He genuinely wanted to have a go at this White Lotus Cult leader.

Judging from the Qi emitted by his primordial spirit, Han Shantong was the only grandmaster he had ever seen who had reached the pinnacle of the Celestial Realm.

One in black and one in white, two primordial spirits stood with their hands behind their backs, floating in mid-air, their auras subtly confronting each other.

In reality, he wouldn't dare to use his still-healing body to fight a Grandmaster at the peak of the Celestial Realm.

However, when fighting with his primordial spirit in the sea of ​​consciousness, he wouldn't have so many scruples.

He can bear any cost.

But just as the Taoist's spiritual aura continued to rise, Han Shantong suddenly withdrew his outward-emitting Qi and sighed:
"Alas, my primordial spirit no longer supports me in another battle."

The Taoist's primordial spirit showed a hint of disappointment, but he did not press the matter further.

He could sense that Han Shantong's aura had only reached the Lesser Completion of the Celestial Realm at its highest. He had spent most of his primordial spirit power on his daughter Han Lin'er, and was already extremely weak, like a rootless duckweed.

Upon seeing this, Han Lin'er and Xiang Xiang relaxed slightly, their tense expressions revealing complex emotions.

They knew all too well how bad Han Shantong's condition was; regardless of the outcome of this battle, his primordial spirit would likely be destined to dissipate.

“I have already seen through Zhi Ruo’s intention in bringing you to me.” The Taoist’s primordial spirit looked at Han Lin’er, then turned to Han Shan Tong. “Here, you can personally instruct her in martial arts, and I will help you bear the cost.”

"In exchange?" Han Shantong asked with a light laugh.

"I want all the martial arts techniques in your mind," the Taoist's primordial spirit said without any hesitation.

"Not enough." Han Shantong shook his head, turned his gaze back to his daughter, "I have devoted my whole life to the cause, and now my only regret and remorse is my daughter. Take good care of her for me, and I will give you all the martial arts you want, including the White Lotus Sect and many secrets that only I know."

Although as long as Han Shantong teaches Han Lin'er in this martial arts arena, the Taoist's primordial spirit can record all the data and eventually compile it into martial arts techniques.

But the problem remains: everyone's training methods differ to some extent.

It's best to obtain the original manual of any cultivation technique.

Moreover, he was quite interested in the many secrets that Han Shantong had mentioned.

Although he had read the original script, the world of heroes had been so tightly stitched together that even the original author couldn't understand it. It was Han Shantong, who had personally experienced it, who understood the secrets better.

especially--

The treasure trove of all things, containing almost infinite knowledge!
The Tai Chi Mysterious Coffin, which records the martial arts techniques of emperors throughout history!
(End of this chapter)