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

Chapter 237 He's going to... kill the God of Slaughter?!

The room remained silent for a long time.

The two silently ate their steamed buns, neither saying anything more.

Until a faint wisp of Qi energy emanated from the distance of the courtyard, rapidly approaching.

The young Taoist priest stood up, cleared away the remaining tableware, and gave the assembled heroes, including Mo Yu, a deep look:
"One last piece of news for Senior Brother Moyu."

If you want to master the Nine Yang Divine Skill in a short period of time, you can try to find someone who has already mastered the Nine Yang Divine Skill and guide them to refine your own skills.

However, this method is extremely dangerous, and most people simply cannot use it, given the vast difference between the first and ninth levels.

After leaving the spot for the Fire-Worker Monk, the young Taoist priest said no more, quietly leaving the room with the wooden tray as if he had never been there.

Not long after I left, I heard familiar footsteps in the courtyard.

"Young master~ Your servant has brought you something delicious~"

Accompanied by a sweet and cloying call, Shan Yuru swayed in with her graceful figure, a charming smile on her face that could make any man's heart flutter.

With her cultivation level, if the young Taoist priest didn't want to be discovered, she wouldn't even realize that someone had just walked out of the room.

Mo Yu, one of the heroes, sat cross-legged at the table, his eyes slightly closed, as if deep in thought.

He allowed Shan Yuru to place the steaming, exquisite dishes from the food box on the table.

He seemed oblivious to her attentiveness and her deliberately flirtatious words, completely absorbed in his own thoughts.

The message left behind by the young Taoist priest still piqued his interest.

The Nine Yang Divine Skill is divided into nine levels. Even the original protagonist, Zhang Wuji, who had Zhang Sanfeng's pure Yang power cleansing his marrow and meridians over many years, and had various fortuitous encounters, still took five years to cultivate it to the point of perfection.

The hero Mo Yu is confident in his exceptional talent and comprehension, which far surpasses that of ordinary people, but he still needs three years to master the Nine Yang Divine Skill.

Three years...

How long has it taken him to cultivate himself?

Even if you include the time spent struggling in the beginner village before joining Wudang, it's only been a year and a half at most!

He didn't want to wait, but he also didn't want to take shortcuts.

The hero Mo Yu knew all too well that all the laziness and shortcuts he took on his path of cultivation would inevitably be repaid with ten or even a hundred times the painful price at some crucial moment in the future!

However, the method provided by the young Taoist priest was different from ordinary unorthodox practices.

Find a master of the Nine Yang Divine Skill and guide their power to temper yourself... This is essentially more like extreme pressure training.

The power gained during the tempering process still relies on the individual to bear, absorb, and transform it, resulting in a relatively stable foundation. The element of taking shortcuts is not very high.

The real cost lies in two points:
Firstly, progressing too quickly means spending too little time contemplating each level, which may prevent the full potential of that level from being explored and may also lead to an insufficient understanding of the cultivation technique.

Secondly, if the 'template' used to hone oneself is the Fire-Worker Monk, then the characteristics of the Nine Yang Divine Skill that one cultivates will inevitably be highly similar to the characteristics of the Fire-Worker Monk's divine skill in the early and even middle stages.

With the former, Mo Yu, a member of the martial arts community, was confident that he could make up for it to the greatest extent possible in his future cultivation with his outstanding talent and comprehension. But the latter... was more like a choice of path.

Huo Gong Toutuo was able to endure decades of hardship and adversity in the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Pavilion, where masters were numerous, and eventually mastered the Nine Yang Divine Skill. His resilience and martial arts talent should not be underestimated.

His cultivation level is at least at the Great Perfection of the Celestial Realm, so his understanding of the Nine Yang Divine Skill is not shallow. The fact that the characteristics of the divine skill are similar to his is not necessarily a bad thing.

The key lies in whether the hero Mo Yu can ultimately "learn the essence but not the form," completely integrating the "Tao" of the Fire-Worker Monk into his own practice, and even surpassing him!
Mo Yu, one of the heroes, narrowed his eyes.

Is it better to save these precious three years by taking some risks? Or should we proceed step by step, cultivate diligently for three years, and achieve perfect results?
Neither of these choices is inherently wrong; it simply depends on which one aligns better with one's own nature and doesn't go against one's true self.

As for the character of the hero Mo Yu... just look at the image of his primordial spirit to know.

He longed for life, for that eternal and indestructible life!
But he is never afraid of risks and challenges!
"Son~"

She waved her nail-painted hand gently in front of his eyes, and Shan Yuru's voice carried a hint of reproach and curiosity, "What are you thinking about? So engrossed? Aren't you even glancing at the lunch I've carefully prepared?"

Mo Yu, the chivalrous hero, gathered his thoughts and looked up to see that the table was already laden with eight delicious dishes, each with its own unique color, aroma, and flavor.

He turned to look at Shan Yuru's pretty face, which could be both angry and happy, and asked indifferently:

"Pang Ban, you should be familiar with this name, right?"

Dan Yuru was carefully removing fish bones for him when she heard this, she paused, and then answered without hesitation:

"Of course I'm familiar with him. He's the successor of Meng Chixing of the Demonic Sect, a martial arts grandmaster whose realm has reached the perfection of heaven and man, and the number one expert in the Yuan Court!"

This name carries almost the same weight in the martial arts world as Zhang Sanfeng of Wudang; he is a living legend, a martial arts tale that most martial artists can only look up to.

"Young Master, is there something you need that you suddenly brought up this person?" Shan Yuru's voice unconsciously lowered a few decibels, and she was even unwilling to mention the name 'Pang Ban' directly.

Mo Yu, one of the heroes, picked up the fish soup and slowly savored it, speaking in an extremely casual tone as if he were evaluating a dish:

"It's nothing. My master asked me to take some time... to help him get rid of Pang Ban."

"?!"

The moment the words left her lips, the air seemed to freeze. Shan Yuru, who was picking fish bones from his mouth, suddenly stopped, and the silver chopsticks in her hand fell to the table with a "clatter" and rolled to the floor.

But she seemed oblivious to this; her usually alluring face was now deathly pale, her lips twitching, and she asked in a trembling voice, almost like a dream:
"Young...Young Master...you...you're not...you're joking, are you?!"

Get rid of... Pang Ban?!

Who exactly is Pang Ban?!
According to legend, he had already mastered the true teachings of his master, Meng Chixing of the Demonic Sect, and his cultivation level even surpassed his master's!
And who exactly is Meng Chixing?!
Tutor to Kublai Khan, the Mongol emperor!

His cultivation level had reached the point where he could transform matter with spiritual power!
In the eyes of the Mongols, that was not a mortal at all... but a deity walking among humans!

He was once on par with the Supreme Master Ling Donglai, and had fought against Ying Dao Chuan Ying many times without being at a disadvantage!

Incidentally, both of the above are powerful figures who have reached the Shattered Void Realm and ascended to immortality!
Being able to spar with a big shot of this caliber and not get killed is enough to prove Meng Chixing's terrifying level of skill!
Pang Ban was not only Meng Chixing's most valued disciple, but also the sole inheritor of his martial arts and the Demonic Sect's status. He was also the one who personally saw Meng Chixing off at his death!

His status in the entire Yuan court was so high that no one dared to offend him!
In today's martial arts world, his reputation and intimidating power are even slightly inferior to that of Zhang Sanfeng, whose prestige is at its peak!
Legend has it that these two grandmasters, who stood at the pinnacle of their era, clashed more than once.

But no one knows the exact outcome.

In the eyes of the world, these two martial arts legends, who are over a hundred years old, are practically living immortals!
It is an existence that mortals can only look up to, and cannot even imagine its realm!

And then... and now, this young master, this boy who hasn't even reached adulthood yet, is speaking to her so casually...

Is he going to get rid of Pang Ban?

He's going to... kill the god of war?!

Shan Yuru felt her brain go blank with a "buzz".

She even began to doubt whether there was something wrong with her ears, or whether she was hallucinating from practicing the Heavenly Demon Magic.

I stood there frozen for a long time, still unable to recover from the shock.

This is beyond wishful thinking! This is utter madness! Utter madness!

No normal person would even have such a thought in their mind!

The chivalrous Mo Yu seemed oblivious to her ghost-like expression, calmly taking the small bowl of tender fish meat, already deboned, from her stiff fingers.

He picked up a piece of rice with his silver chopsticks, dipped it in the sauce beside it, and put it in his mouth with the rice. He chewed slowly and deliberately, then said in a low voice:
“Pang Ban has the ‘Dao Xin Seed Demon Technique’ that I need, and this is also an order personally given by my Grandmaster. In any case, I am determined to confront him.”

He glanced at Shan Yuru, who was still frozen in shock, and said calmly, "If you're scared, it's not too late to leave now."

Hearing the hero Mo Yu calmly utter that forbidden name again, a hint of despair flashed in Shan Yuru's beautiful eyes.

She suddenly reached out and gently touched the forehead of the chivalrous Mo Yu with the back of her cold, trembling hand:

"Ouch... It's so hot! It's really so hot! Young master, are you... are you really delirious from the fever?!"

Mo Yu, a martial arts expert, glanced at her and said, "Ever since I achieved initial mastery of my martial arts, my body temperature has been higher than that of a normal person. You're not a stranger to that."

"Son..."

Shan Yuru was truly on the verge of tears; her voice was trembling with sobs, almost pleading.
"I know you are a genius, one in a million! But your cultivation is still too shallow! If... if you could dedicate yourself to cultivation for another twenty or thirty years, I am certain that you would become a martial arts legend no less than Master Zhang! You might even surpass him!"
But...but you're going to provoke that person now...isn't that...isn't it a bit too hasty?!

"How about we take a step back and find someone else to practice on first?"

Dan Yuru's mind raced as she considered how to stop the group of heroes, including Mo Yu, from their suicidal idea.

"Thief King Chi Zunxin! He inherited the lineage of Senior 'Bloody Hand' Li Gong. I once heard my master mention him casually. He should also possess some of the essence of the 'Dao Heart Demon Seed Technique'! Shall we go find him first?"

"Or...or if you feel that Chi Zunxin isn't worthy enough," she said, growing increasingly anxious and even starting to speak recklessly.

"We can also go find the underworld masters Hong Xuanfo, Qianluo, and Li Ruohai! Juejie and Wuxiang from Shaolin! The immortals of Changbai Mountain! If all else fails... well, we can always try to assassinate that Mongol Yuan Emperor Shun for fun!"

In an attempt to dissuade Mo Yu from his insane idea, Shan Yuru began to ramble on, even mentioning things like assassinating the Yuan Mongol emperor.

The long list of names she just blurted out—weren't they all top-tier masters whose mere presence could shake the martial arts world?

Under normal circumstances, let alone Shan Yuru, even if her master, the "Empress of the Underworld" Fu Yaohong, came in person, she would never dare to easily provoke any of them!
Placing Mo Yu, one of the heroes, alongside these people already reflects Shan Yu Ru's almost blind worship and trust in him.

However, faced with her near-collapse and incoherent persuasion, the chivalrous Mo Yu seemed to hear nothing at all, simply lowering his head and calmly and attentively... eating rice.

Seeing him like this, Shan Yuru's last shred of hope vanished completely. She knew it was over; with her meager skills and shallow persuasion, she definitely couldn't bring this man back.

In her despair, a strange, ethereal figure in white, like a celestial maiden, inexplicably appeared in her mind.
—Yan Jing'an!

That hateful woman whom she unilaterally regarded as her lifelong nemesis, who always outshone her, and whom she both envied and hated!

Although Shan Yuru was extremely reluctant to admit it, she knew in her heart that in terms of scheming and methods, that seemingly otherworldly nun was indeed far more sophisticated than herself!

Perhaps only she could persuade the young master? Or... at least she could come up with a safer solution?

Thinking of this, Shan Yuru bit her lower lip hard and gave a deep look at Mo Yu, the chivalrous man who was only focused on eating.

He suddenly stood up and quickly left the room, heading straight for the residence of Yan Jing'an, a successor of Cihang Jingzhai.

She's going to get reinforcements!

Even if it means going to find the woman you hate the most!
(End of this chapter)