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

Chapter 245: Killing an egg against a stone
Stepping out of the black supercar that kept everyone away from prying eyes, Mo Yu instantly switched from the 'Sword Maniac' back to the 'Ordinary Person' channel.

He was completely unaware, or rather, utterly indifferent, of the turbulent emotions the woman in the luxurious car behind him was experiencing because of him.

I walked slowly toward the familiar fruit shop at the entrance of the residential area.

The proprietress greeted him warmly, and he responded casually, his eyes sweeping over the dazzling array of fresh fruits.

In the end, I picked out a few things that my grandparents liked to eat, filled a big bag, and carried it home.

The afterglow of the setting sun cast a long shadow on him.

The air was filled with the aroma of ordinary street food, and everything seemed so peaceful and real.

I pushed open the door and heard a soft creak.

In the living room, as always, Grandpa sat back on the sofa, intently watching the news broadcast.

The kitchen was filled with the sizzling sounds of stir-frying and the soft clattering of pots and pans.

Wearing an apron, Feng Shayan was busy in the kitchen. Her figure was slender and her movements were skillful, showing the demeanor of a virtuous wife.

Grandma sat on a small stool to the side, happily picking vegetables and chatting with her from time to time.

When Grandma saw Mo Yu returning with fruit, her smile widened, and she waved to Feng Shayan with a smile:
"Alright, alright, Shayan, leave the rest to Grandma! You've been busy all day, take a break!"

The elderly person clearly wanted to create some alone time for the young couple.

Feng Shayan took off her apron, a smug smile playing on her lips, as if she were carrying out an imperial decree. Her soft skin pressed against his firm muscles. Suddenly, her beautiful phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and she pulled him toward the new apartment next door.

The original old house was only 70 or 80 square meters, with two bedrooms and a living room. The grandparents had one room, and Mo Yu had her own room, with no extra space at all.

But what Miss Feng has in abundance is money.

Without saying a word, they went straight to the neighbor who had been wanting to move to a bigger house and offered almost double the market price. They signed the contract and paid the full amount that same day.

Pushing open the door to the next room, Yingge and Chen Duo were lying side by side on the sofa, each holding a tablet, playing a 'puzzle' game.

Feng Shayan was already used to this, and dragged Mo Yu straight to the master bedroom.

A soft "click" shut out the noise from the living room.

Feng Shayan suddenly turned around, pressed herself tightly against him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pushed him back a step, slamming him against the door.

Before Mo Yu could react, those lips, coated with exquisite lip gloss and gleaming with an alluring sheen, pressed firmly against hers.

Although Mo Yu is no longer the young novice he once was, apart from the night at Longhu Mountain when he was affected by Xia He's 'breathing muscles' and briefly lost control, he is always outrageously passive in such matters.

This is in stark contrast to his domineering and ruthless demeanor on the battlefield.

Feng Shayan wanted to use her scent, her taste, and the imprint of her existence.

All of this was imprinted on this man who was as powerful as a god or demon.

Although each time, it felt like throwing an egg against a rock.

But Feng Shayan was obsessed with it, even to the point of being addicted!
The outside world sees Mo Yu as a powerful, cold, feared figure, even regarded as a ferocious beast.

Completely under control.

The hidden sensation of chopsticks that you can take and control at will!

This taste...

No one can resist it.

This is especially true for a woman like her who is inherently assertive and likes to control the strong.

Willingly, like moths drawn to a flame.

Feng Shayan lazily raised her hand and gently stroked Mo Yu's cheek.

She turned her head to the side, her warm breath brushing against his ear:

"Tell me, whose...unfamiliar women's perfume is that on you?"

"Yao Xing Club, Qu Tong."

Mo Yu spoke calmly, showing no sign of being interrogated by his girlfriend, yet he made no attempt to hide anything or offer any explanation.

"Qu Tong?"

Feng Shayan's fingers tightened suddenly, but she still couldn't budge Mo Yu!

Then, without any warning!
In an attempt to completely cover up that unfamiliar aura in this way!
She vented all her jealousy and unease on the person who made her powerless!

However, Mo Yu's current 'quality' has reached an extremely terrifying level as he has fused with the Heaven-Slaying Sword and as the amount of his reverse-generation true qi continues to accumulate!

Its density and toughness are already close to 500 pounds or even higher! Its physical defense is comparable to copper and iron!

In other words, Feng Shayan is an extraordinary person with a physique far exceeding that of ordinary people.

Only then can it withstand the 'reaction force' in his unconscious state.

If it were an ordinary woman, she would probably have broken bones and tendons long ago.

Even so, given Feng Shayan's cultivation level, even if Mo Yu gave up resisting and let her do as she pleased, and even used his special abilities, he would still find it difficult to defeat her.

The issue of heroes gradually moving towards mythology and the realm of non-human beings.

Mo Yu had actually encountered this a long time ago. Initially, its hardness was at the oak level.

Feng Shayan was still able to fight him to a standstill, even occasionally giving him the illusion of being in control, thanks to the skills she had painstakingly studied and learned.

But when Mo Yu's body mass reaches the bronze-iron level.

Feng Shayan realized that the phrase "a hundred-times-forged steel can be turned into a soft touch" was really just a beautiful description!
It's ridiculous to expect her, a mere flesh and blood, to knead a piece of red-hot steel.

She then realized just how ridiculously difficult it was!

After all, the former at most reduces physical damage resistance by 50%, while the latter provides a full 90% special protection resistance!
The former is equivalent to having about twice the 'effective health'.

With some effort, skill, and bursts of energy, there might still be a chance to break through the defense.

The latter is nearly ten times or even more of the equivalent blood volume!
How are we supposed to fight this?! We can't break through their defenses at all!
Looking at the energetic Mo Yu, Feng Shayan completely lost her temper. However, the lingering bitterness and sense of crisis in her heart made her entangle herself more and more tightly like a vine.

Mo Yu did not say anything to explain.

He knew there was nothing between him and Qu Tong; the perfume he was wearing was just a convenient trigger.

The real problem lies in how Feng Shayan faces him.

Deep down, he felt a profound sense of security because of the vast difference in their abilities and because he was unable, or rather, unwilling, to provide her with that sense of security.

Their beginnings stemmed from self-interest and calculation.

To say that I have no emotions at all after getting to this point would be self-deception.

But this emotion is far from enough to be the only shackle that binds Mo Yu!

Now, Feng Shayan is even gradually becoming unable to satisfy him on this level, which undoubtedly intensifies her sense of crisis.

Mo Yu waved her hand and pulled a pack of slim women's cigarettes from her coat pocket. With a casual flick of her finger, she lit the cigarette and turned to hand it to Feng Shayan.

She stared at the orange cigarette butt in front of her and that calm, expressionless profile, but did not immediately take it.

Feng Shayan knew that Mo Yu disliked the smell of smoke and never smoked himself.

But now, he offered to light a cigarette for himself.

This is a form of compensation, a silent comfort.

But when people start to compensate you, it often only means that... you have lost something more important.

She pouted her swollen red lips slightly, and instead of using her hands, she took the cigarette directly from Mo Yu's fingers.

Feng Shayan took a deep breath, letting the pungent smoke fill her lungs, bringing a moment of numbness.

"I want to become stronger!"

She knew very well that this was the key to solving all the problems.

The gap between her and Mo Yu had become so large that it suffocated her.

When Mo Yu's strength evolves to a deeper level, such as 'Mysterious Iron Level' or 'Diamond Level', even if she bites with all her might, she probably won't leave a single mark.

Just like how ordinary people can hardly have any impact on diamonds on their own.

The difference in quality is so great that it's not between humans and ants, but between humans and microorganisms; you can't even feel its presence.

By then, what connection will remain between them?

"Which one do you want?"

The tight black vest accentuated the muscular lines on Mo Yu's body, revealing the terrifying power hidden within.

"Should it have side effects, be fast-acting but lacking in foundation; or be without side effects, be gradual but require time and practice?"

Feng Shayan flicked the cigarette ash with her fingertips, and a tiny spatial ripple appeared in the air beside her, engulfing the ash. She narrowed her eyes and fell into a brief moment of contemplation.

She understands Mo Yu.

This man always displays a terrifying level of control and aggression when dealing with outsiders;
However, when dealing with "their own people," they always exhibit extreme passivity.

He rarely takes the initiative to interfere or plan anything for you, and he rarely offers you any help.

But once you clearly tell him what you need and what you want...

Anything that is within his capabilities and that he considers reasonable.

In that case, there's a high probability that he will generously hand it over and give you ample support.

The reason for this might be that this guy believes that the best way to treat "one's own people" is to not interfere too much with their choices and to give them enough freedom.

He strongly dislikes others using the guise of "doing it for his own good" to force him to do things he doesn't like.

Therefore, putting himself in others' shoes, he usually wouldn't use the guise of "doing what's best for others" to force "his own people" to accept arrangements he didn't want.

Want it? Just ask. He'll provide as much help as he can, if he can.

Don't want it? He will never force you.

Feng Shayan pondered for a moment, then completely annihilated the cigarette in her hand within the spatial wormhole. She raised her head, meeting Mo Yu's gaze:

"I want...without side effects."

(End of this chapter)