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

Chapter 224 Torture the Pretty Trash!

Night was approaching.

The massive Vermilion Bird structure blocked out the last rays of the setting sun, startling many fellow disciples and even their uncles and elders who were just beginning their evening lessons after dinner.

Unlike Mount Emei, Mount Wudang was a true "home" for the group of heroes, Mo Yu.

He disregarded all formalities and directly instructed the Mo family disciple controlling the Vermilion Bird to land in an open area in front of the True Martial Hall on Tianzhu Peak.

The moment it landed, the air around the Vermilion Bird tightened.

Swish swish!
A dozen or so figures appeared like ghosts, subtly surrounding the Vermilion Bird Mechanism, their auras faintly intertwined.

The leader, with a dignified and composed posture, was none other than Song Yuanqiao, the acting head of the Wudang Sect.

Even with his current high level of understanding, Mo Yu, a member of the group of heroes, couldn't help but secretly marvel at the spectacle.

Back then, he lived on Wudang Mountain for three months and naively thought that apart from his grandmaster Zhang Sanfeng, Wudang only had the Seven Masters and six pillars.

Who would have thought that there were at least eight innate masters hidden in the shadows, whose names he did not know.

I can't help but feel a little glad that I was relatively "well-behaved" when I was on Mount Emei.

On the surface, the Emei Sect only has Abbess Miejue in charge, but who knows if there might be some reclusive old monster hiding in the quiet depths of the back mountain?

After all, this is the legendary sacred site of Samantabhadra Bodhisattva. What if we wait until someone actually comes along who is 'invincible under heaven and faces an enemy from the heavens'?
A multitude of random thoughts flashed through my mind.

Mo Yu, one of the heroes, shook his head and chuckled, then leaped down from the mechanical Vermilion Bird.

Yan Jing'an and Shan Yuru followed closely behind, one cold and aloof and the other charming and alluring, with very different temperaments, yet both equally eye-catching.

Seeing that he hadn't misjudged the situation and that it was indeed his disciple, Song Yuanqiao waved his hand, signaling that the alert was lifted.

The eight previously unseen innate masters all cast curious glances at the group of heroes, Mo Yu, before subtly disappearing into the night like bubbles.

"Disciple Mo Yu greets Master."

Mo Yu, one of the heroes, took a few steps closer, respectfully cupped his hands and bowed, performing a standard disciple's salute. He did not deliberately conceal his aura in front of his master.

"Great! Great!"

Song Yuanqiao clearly sensed his profound and harmonious Qi, and couldn't help but reach out and pat his broad shoulder hard, his eyes filled with undisguised joy and admiration.
"You brat, you've gotten so much stronger since you came down the mountain! I'm afraid even I... won't be a match for you anymore!"

"Hehe." Mo Yu, one of the heroes, scratched his head, smiled shyly, and handed over the large package, which was about half his height.

"Master, these are some martial arts manuals that I obtained by chance during my recent travels down the mountain, as well as some of my own rudimentary insights into martial arts. Apart from a few that I promised to share with others and are not convenient to pass on, the rest are all here. Please put them into the Wudang Scripture Pavilion."

"you."

Song Yuanqiao stared at the surprisingly thick package, slightly taken aback.

He originally thought it was Mo Yu's luggage, but he didn't expect it to be full of martial arts manuals!

A rough estimate suggests there are at least twenty or thirty of them.

"Nonsense! Our Wudang Sect is a prestigious and righteous sect. We have never had the rule of forcibly seizing our disciples' fortuitous encounters or plundering their martial arts techniques! These are your own opportunities, and you should keep and cultivate them yourself. How can you hand them all over?"

Upon hearing this, Shan Yuru, who was standing behind the group of heroes, Mo Yu, had a rather complicated expression.

Her Heavenly Mandate Cult truly had rules that required submission, and even then, they would exploit her at every level.

The disciples racked their brains, trying to figure out how to hide things and conceal information, fearing that the good stuff would be taken away by their superiors.

That's just how the Demonic Sect is.

“Master, I have no home, Wudang Mountain is my home.”

Mo Yu smiled nonchalantly, "I've already memorized all these techniques. It's like keeping them at home at Wudang. Please accept them so that my fellow disciples can also study and learn from them."

He cultivates his techniques in the same way that Zhan Kuang cultivates martial arts; he never treats the original manuals as treasures, but rather as "materials" to analyze, learn from, and apply to other situations. Therefore, he never worries about being targeted if his techniques are leaked.

On the contrary, he desperately wanted someone with extraordinary talent to learn his skills and innovate upon them, so that he would have new ideas to refer to.

Seeing the clear eyes of the chivalrous Mo Yu, Song Yuanqiao knew that what he said was true, and he was even more gratified. This child is not only exceptionally talented, but also has an exceptional character.

"Very well, since it is your kind intention, I will accept it on behalf of Wudang. If any disciple can benefit from it in the future, it will also be your merit."

If we were to refuse at this point, it would be too formal and would hurt the disciple's sincere feelings.

After exchanging pleasantries and reminiscing, Song Yuanqiao instructed his disciples to arrange accommodations for Yan Jing'an and Shan Yuru, who were traveling with the group of heroes, including Mo Yu.

Yan Jing'an and Song Yuanqiao had known each other for a long time. They seemed to have something important to discuss, so they left together.

Although Wudang is also a righteous and prestigious sect, Shan Yuru was not as reserved as Emei. Moreover, without her elders present, her restless and enchanting nature began to stir again.

With a flirtatious look in her eyes, she moved closer to the chivalrous Mo Yu, her breath sweet as orchids, and said in a seductive voice, "Young master, where is your residence? I'll help you tidy up your room."

The demoness from the Demonic Sect is up to her old tricks again, wanting to move into the house of the hero Mo Yu.

She even said that as a "maid," it was her duty to take care of the young master's daily life and warm his bed.

However, he was chased away by the group of heroes, including Mo Yu, with a look of disgust on his face.

A mere demoness dares to covet my Dao heart? We cultivators should purify our hearts and reduce our desires, severing all ties with the world!
Before he had mastered the Pure Yang Limitless Skill, he could not possibly lose his virginity, especially since he had absolutely no worldly desires in that regard.

Hilarious! I, a Taoist priest, am not interested in women!
Having driven away the noisy demoness, the hero Mo Yu, relying on his memory, easily found the quiet and elegant little bamboo house where he used to live in the back mountain.

Away from the hustle and bustle, back in familiar surroundings, a long-lost sense of emotion and peace welled up in his heart.

He reached out and pushed open the bamboo door that hadn't been opened for a long time.

With a soft creak, the door opened inward.

However, as the portal opened, an invisible wave spread out, and the surrounding world seemed somewhat unreal.

Inside the bamboo house, which should have been empty, a graceful and charming figure appeared out of nowhere as the starlight and moonlight shone through the window lattice.

"You're back."

She stood quietly with her hands behind her back.

Her snow-white hair was unbound and freely draped over her shoulders, while her moon-white, wide-sleeved long dress was cinched at the waist, outlining her slender waist that could be grasped in one hand.

The night breeze blew in through the open doorway, gently stirring her skirt and hair. The moonlight shimmered on it, creating a hazy, ethereal beauty, like a fairy descended from a painting, so beautiful that she seemed otherworldly.

However, the moment Mo Yu saw the face of the newcomer, the feeling of returning home vanished instantly, replaced by a long-suppressed rage that erupted in an instant!

Without saying a word, before the white-robed fairy could turn around, he had already unleashed his full power and pounced over, ignoring the beautiful but useless girl's stunning looks and otherworldly aura. He grabbed her neck with both hands and directly tackled this "fairy" to the ground!
"I *%￥#@!"

Even the usually gentle and refined swordsman Mo Yu, who never swore, disregarded his image. He straddled her, gripped her neck tightly with both hands, and shook her violently, roaring repeatedly.

"You liar! You promised me back then that it was based on the 'Legend of the Heroes' world, built from old-school martial arts novels! Huh?!"

"Old-fashioned martial arts?! I can accept Shan Yuru and Yan Jing'an! But explain this to me! And what the hell is this Zhu Yuanzhang in the style of 'Legend of the Emperor'?!"

'Pretty good-for-nothing' Nanxian stuck out his tongue, his hairpins were knocked askew by his shaking, his eyes rolled back, and he let out a painful groan.

A few strands of silver hair clung messily to her flushed cheeks, and her stunningly beautiful face, which would make most men in the world feel ashamed of their own beauty, was now devoid of any ethereal charm.

He was enduring the wrath of the heroes Mo Yu in an extremely disheveled and comical manner.

"It hurts, it hurts, I can't breathe!"

(End of this chapter)