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

Chapter 298 Heroes: War Maniac, what have you done?
A world of one's own.

On the stone bed, the hero Mo Yu slowly opened his eyes.

Good news! The hero Mo Yu has successfully obtained the inheritance from Zhang Boduan.

The bad news is, he already has this inheritance.
Master Ziyang, Zhang Boduan, inherited the Daoist lineage of Ancestor Chen Tuan.

His great-grandfather, Zhang Sanfeng, also inherited the Taoist lineage of Chen Tuan.

The thing Zhang Boduan gave was almost identical to the Hidden Dragon Sleeping Elixir Technique given by Zhang Sanfeng.

Although the language used may differ, the core principles and architecture are the same.

Even more ingenious was Zhang Sanfeng's suggestion!
After all, from the Northern Song Dynasty to the early Ming Dynasty, the development of alchemy was quite rapid, producing many great masters.

However, this in-depth exploration of the 'Paranirmitavasavartin Heaven' was not without its other gains.

Over the course of these two hundred years, he finally managed to completely extract from his mind the Qi Source Flow, which he had accidentally received teachings from an immortal at the beginning of his cultivation, but which he had never been able to recall in its entirety.

Although this method is not very suitable for a battle maniac, it is exceptionally suitable for him.

The main ecological niche occupied by the Reverse Life Triple + Taiyi Battle Method overlaps and conflicts with the Qi Source Flow to some extent.

The moment he opened his eyes, he was met with a face so close that it was almost touching his nose.

Mo Yu, one of the heroes, frowned:
"Is something wrong?"

Qu Tong was startled when Mo Yu, one of the heroes, suddenly woke up. She took a few steps back, her eyes darting around.
"Nothing, it's nothing. I was just worried something might happen to you, so I wanted to get closer and feel the flow of Qi within your body."

That reason is very weak.

Mo Yu, the chivalrous one, knew that she was definitely hiding something, but he was not good at handling such matters. However, he knew that Zhan Kuang would definitely not care.

Given Zhan Kuang's strength, Qu Tong couldn't possibly pose any threat to him; keeping her around was just for more amusement.

After glancing one last time at the stone bed beneath him, the hero Mo Yu couldn't help but sigh softly.

He has clearly not yet fully unearthed the true treasures of this place.

There's nothing wrong with immersing yourself deeply in the interior.

Unfortunately, the depth of this 'Otherworldly Demon Mantra' is ultimately insufficient.
According to Zhang Boduan, this place was indeed the retreat of a certain big shot, and he did leave behind some things.

If he could achieve the same level of Yang God cultivation as in the Desire Realm Illusion in reality.

He can come back here again then.

The group of heroes, led by Mo Yu, tried to find out who this powerful figure was and what his title was.
Zhang Boduan just grinned and kept shaking his head.

It's as if they've learned their lesson before and dare not reveal another word.

But to be so fearful of Master Ziyang, Zhang Boduan, one must have reached the Yangshen realm, which is almost like a terrestrial immortal, to be qualified to meet such a being.

Furthermore, considering this period before the Northern Song Dynasty, and its proximity to the Qinling Mountains...

At the beginning of the Han Dynasty, Marquis Liu Zhang Liang lived in seclusion in this area;

During the Spring and Autumn Period, the Supreme Dao Ancestor also practiced in seclusion here. He was welcomed by Yin Xi, the gatekeeper of the gate, and went west out of Hangu Pass, leaving behind the five thousand words of the Tao Te Ching.

During the transition from the Western Zhou Dynasty to the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, Jiang Shang (Jiang Ziya) also attained enlightenment and cultivated himself here until he was invited by King Wen of Zhou to serve as his advisor.

Going further back in history, there is no record of it, and the heroes Mo Yu are unaware that there were no other big shots.

But given these three individuals, the chances of seeing photos of them from the past in this location are slim.
No matter which world it is in, this is a genuine destiny with immortals!

However, it's soft and can't be eaten.

The chivalrous Mo Yu sighed softly and sent a request to another "self" in the chat group to swap bodies.

[Heroes: (Switch Body)]

[War Maniac: Wait, wait! Give me a few more seconds, it'll be done soon!]

[Heroes: ???]

He didn't understand. Before they swapped bodies, weren't they listening to music in a brothel? How much time had passed? What could have happened?
Could it be that War Maniac is looking for some new fun again?
Surely Pang Ban wouldn't realize he was going to deal with him and come to fight him on his own initiative, would he?
Immediately afterward, Mo Yu, one of the heroes, had a sudden thought of another possibility, and his face darkened.

[The heroes: You're not going to mess around with my body, are you?! Although I've cultivated the Pure Yang Limitless Skill, I haven't reached its perfection yet, and I absolutely cannot lose my virginity! Bah! Even if the skill is perfected, my vital essence must never be lost!]

[War Maniac: Tsk, what are you thinking? Even if you don't have confidence in my willpower, you should at least have some confidence in your own body! You think this can be done in a mere two or three hours? You're underestimating yourself.]

[Qin's Time: ? !! ]

[Demon Slayer: ???]

Inside the chat group, the two people who were spying on the conversation were instantly stunned by what the big shot was saying.

Wow, is this the world of the big shots? Even the unit of time for 'getting things done' is calculated in hours?!

Five seconds later, the request from the heroes Mo Yu to swap places was accepted.

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A world of heroes.

On the top floor of the brothel, there was still that extremely luxurious private room.

Upon opening his eyes, Mo Yu, one of the heroes, was astonished to find himself seated in the main seat.

A dark mass of people were kneeling on the ground in front of me!
There were powerful Celestial Realm experts, stewards dressed in brocade robes, and managers in charge of operations.

Fu Yaohong, leader of the Heavenly Fate Sect, a powerful expert at the Great Perfection of the Celestial Realm!
At this moment, she was kneeling at his feet in an extremely humiliating posture, prostrating herself on the ground.

And to make matters worse, one of his feet was stepping on her hair bun, pressing her usually cold and noble face firmly against the cold floor!

Is this right?

For a fleeting moment, the hero Mo Yu seriously doubted whether he was still in the illusion of the Desire Realm and had not yet truly awakened.

Shan Yuru, who had been watching his expression closely, suddenly noticed the hint of confusion and astonishment in his eyes, and her entire demeanor changed.

The suffocating malevolence quietly receded, replaced by a familiar, somewhat aloof, and cool demeanor.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

That malevolent star has finally retreated for the time being.

Now appearing is the seeker of the Way whom she is most familiar with and who is relatively 'safe'.

[Heroes: @WarMadman, what the hell have you been doing while I was gone?!]

[War Maniac: Tsk, didn't you say that when I was fighting the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, I was blocked by Fu Yaohong, the leader of the Heavenly Fate Sect?]
Although they didn't do anything to you afterwards, they actually forced a lot of benefits on you, asking you to cooperate.

But shouldn't this grudge be avenged?

[Heroes:]

To be honest, if Zhan Kuang hadn't brought it up again, he would have almost forgotten about it.

You really can't mess with him, he remembers everything so well.

[War Maniac: Besides, even in cooperation, we need to distinguish between primary and secondary tasks.]

[Heroes: So... what exactly did you do to them?]

[War Maniac: It's nothing. I just beat them all up. Then, based on the principle of 'the capable rise, the mediocre fall,' I made that old woman Fu Yaohong 'voluntarily' abdicate in favor of your little maid, Shan Yuru.]

[Qin's Moon: Following the story of Dong Zhuo's deposition and installation of emperors, right? That's awesome!]

[War Maniac: Just tell me, is this move effective or not?]

[War Maniac: @Heroes, now the entire Heavenly Mandate Sect is at your beck and call. They dare to drag out asking about the whereabouts of the Crimson Venerable for days? Hilarious! They're giving us too much credit! Let them try again now!]

[Qin's Moon: The Boss is Awesome!]

[Demon Slayer: The Boss is So Powerful!]

[Heroes:]

Mo Yu, one of the heroes, twitched at the corner of his mouth, and for a moment, he didn't know what to say.

Looking down, he saw Fu Yaohong, who was once so arrogant, now being humiliated and trampled under his feet, her shapely back trembling slightly.

Slightly embarrassed, he carefully removed his foot from Fu Yaohong's disheveled head.

This is a Grandmaster-level expert at the Great Perfection of the Celestial Realm!
Perhaps a warrior can fight at will.

But he himself...

Think back to when we were at the foot of Wudang Mountain, fighting a half-crippled Fire-Worker Monk. With both of us using the same martial arts and having damage reduction buffs, it took us several days and nights to finish the fight.

They were almost completely dominated throughout the entire match.

In the end, he was worn down to the point where his innate vital energy was exhausted, and he was worn down to death.

At this close distance, if Fu Yaohong disregarded everything and chose to fight to the death, intending to explode with him...

A bead of cold sweat trickled down the forehead of the chivalrous Mo Yu. He really couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't send it directly.

However, unexpectedly.

Even though he had moved his feet away, Fu Yaohong remained kneeling at his feet, like an extremely docile... female dog, her head buried deep in her chest.

He showed no intention of getting up.

This extreme compliance only made Mo Yu, one of the heroes, even more uneasy.

Shan Yuru noticed the doubt in the eyes of the group of heroes, Mo Yu, and tentatively, she moved her knees little by little from the ground and slowly got up.

After confirming that Mo Yu, one of the heroes, had no complaints, she breathed a sigh of relief, took a few light steps, leaned close to his ear, and whispered a few words. "Alright, then the rest of the matter is entirely up to you."

Mo Yu nodded, decisively becoming a hands-off manager, and turned to leave.

The air in the luxurious private room did not ease after he left; instead, it became even more oppressive.

Beside the main seat stood Shan Yuru, graceful and with a complex expression.

Before the main seat, Fu Yaohong remained kneeling humbly, her figure slender.

Two generations of leaders of the Heavenly Mandate Sect shared a room.

Moreover, this power transfer was completed by an outsider who forcibly forced him to do so in the most brutal and direct way!
It's still the Demonic Sect!

Those who are qualified to be summoned by the War Maniac and kneel down are at least members of the Heavenly Mandate Cult's management.

No one who's climbed to this position is an idiot.

At this moment, they all remained stiff in their original postures, not daring to breathe, and had no idea which 'leader' they should obey.

Shan Yuru slowly turned around, her gaze sweeping over the dark mass of people kneeling on the ground below.

Among them was her junior sister, who had once coveted her position as saintess and schemed to dethrone her, and was now trembling with fear in her eyes.

There was a shameless senior brother who had once coveted her beautiful body, making her constantly vigilant, fearing that one day she would lose the Holy Maiden's protection and become his cultivation furnace. Now he lay on the ground like a dead dog, not quite dead, but practically so.

Even more... her grandmaster, the one who treated her like a teacher and a mother, who taught her with great care, but who was also her deepest nightmare, the one she dreamed of getting rid of completely and replacing—the Heavenly Fate Cult Leader—Fu Yaohong!

At this moment, he also humbly knelt down at her feet!

In an instant, an extreme sense of power, like the most potent aphrodisiac, suddenly surged into her heart!
The surging tide made her breathing heavy, her heart pounding rapidly in her chest, almost leaping out of her throat. Two unusual blushes rose uncontrollably on her cheeks, and her eyes shone with excitement and intoxication.

Dan Yuru bit her tongue hard, using the pain to maintain her last bit of clarity, so that she wouldn't be overwhelmed by the ecstasy and burst into wild laughter.

She knew that she was able to stand here and accept the kneeling and submission of these people who had once looked up to her and even feared her.

It was entirely because of the young master's casual gesture that she was helped up.

Therefore, before she becomes truly powerful enough to completely control these people and take control of the Heavenly Mandate Sect, she is far from being able to relax.

Dan Yuru took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in her heart. Her face regained its usual respect and humility. She came to Fu Yaohong, slowly knelt down, and gently lifted her arms.

"Master, please rise quickly."

Fu Yaohong slowly raised her head, her carefully styled and beautiful hair disheveled from being trampled; her usually well-maintained face was covered with purplish-blue bruises, and there was a shoe print on her left cheek.

She looked rather comical and pathetic, with not a trace of her usual noble, aloof, and disdainful demeanor.

Dan Yuru's lips twitched almost imperceptibly, but her eyes revealed a timely and appropriate expression of worry and heartache.

Fu Yaohong shook her head at her seemingly sincere expression.

With her keen eye, she could easily see through Shan Yuru's little schemes.

But Shan Yuru, this little girl, might not understand how much of her seemingly disheveled injuries were real, and how much was...deliberate.

The initial collaboration between the Heavenly Mandate Sect and the chivalrous Mo Yu was not pleasant.

Now, they want to rely on him, and they can't escape this calamity.

Rather than being beaten half to death by Mo Yu, it's better to make yourself look miserable and pathetic so that Mo Yu can vent his anger.

This hurdle was naturally overcome.

Otherwise, with her mastery of the Celestial Realm and her control over her body, she could easily eliminate mere bruises with a thought.

"You... are now the acting leader of the Heavenly Mandate Sect, and in name, you are the sect's master. How can you kneel before me, a person who has abdicated?"

Upon hearing this, Shan Yuru quickly spoke, wanting to show her loyalty: "Master, I..."

Fu Yaohong reached out and gently pressed her hand to her lips, cutting off the nonsense she was about to say, and sighed softly:
"You're still using the same mindset you have as a 'saintess'. You need to change that as soon as possible!"
You must understand that even if you attained this position of leader through the help of others, from the moment you took this seat, you must learn to view problems and handle affairs with the mindset of a 'leader.' Otherwise, you will forever remain just a puppet!
I can see that what our lord needs is a true leader who can truly govern a region, not just a pretty puppet. If you can't change quickly and demonstrate your true value, then all past favors will eventually be worn away!
"By then, if a more suitable and capable candidate emerges, you should know what your fate will be."

Fu Yaohong's words were like a bucket of ice water poured over Shan Yuru's head, instantly cooling down the flames of power that had just ignited in her heart.

Shan Yuru knew she shouldn't ask any more questions at this moment, but in the end, she couldn't suppress her doubts:

"You...you're not...at all angry?"

"Angry? Why should I be angry?"

Fu Yaohong gently rubbed Shan Yuru's soft, delicate cheeks, and chuckled:
“You were originally the Holy Maiden of the Heavenly Mandate Sect, the successor personally chosen and carefully nurtured by me, Fu Yaohong. I am too old, my lifespan is limited, I have at most three to five years left to live. Now everything is just… a little earlier than expected.”

Dan Yuru's pupils contracted sharply, and for a moment she felt her mind was in turmoil, unable to discern how much of Fu Yaohong's words were sincere and how much were manipulative rhetoric.

Or perhaps, both?

She couldn't tell, really couldn't tell.

I forcibly suppressed all the shock in my heart, leaving it for later when I had enough time to think about and analyze it slowly.

Dan Yuru glanced at the empty seat, a strange light flashing in her eyes, but she still respectfully lowered her head and said softly:

"The Master's teachings are indeed correct, Yu Ru has learned a lot. Please take a seat, Master."

Fu Yaohong glanced at the main seat, a symbol of power, then turned back and gave Shan Yuru a deep look:
"Now you are the leader, this seat is yours."

Dan Yuru's heart fluttered for a moment, but she quickly came to her senses and shook her head:

“No. This seat belongs to the young master; only the young master can sit here. Yu Ru… Yu Ru, you should stand.”

Fu Yaohong looked at her, a smile appearing on her lips.

Perhaps there are many things that Shan Yuru hasn't figured out yet.

But as long as she remembers and always remembers to cling to the coattails of the person with the "destiny," she has already grasped the essence of the Destiny Sect.

As for the remaining schemes, tactics, and mindset... time will teach her eventually, it's just a matter of time.

The two leaders stood side by side on either side of the suspended main seat, looking down at the large group of high-ranking members of the Heavenly Mandate Sect who were still kneeling in front of them.

Seeing that the two leaders seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding and consensus, the people below breathed a slight sigh of relief.

At least we don't have to take sides right now.
Shan Yuru spoke first, her tone humble:

“Master, Yu Ru is inexperienced and doesn’t know how to handle many things. The matters the young master has entrusted to me will require your attention.”

"It should."

Fu Yaohong nodded slightly, her gaze slowly sweeping over the kneeling crowd before finally settling on one of them: "Zhongyou."

"exist."

Zhong Zhongyou, the Evil Buddha, is Fu Yaohong's junior brother. He possesses the strength of a minor master of the Celestial Realm and is the most senior member of the Heavenly Mandate Sect besides Fu Yaohong.

He was beaten pretty badly; at least five or six of his ribs were broken.

"Our lord has ordered our Heavenly Mandate Sect to expand into Shaanxi. The situation there is quite complicated right now. You are a veteran in the sect with rich experience, so I'll entrust this matter to you. Fortunately, most of the sect's leaders are here. Just choose whoever you need," Fu Yaohong instructed in a deep voice.

"Your subordinate... obeys!"

Zhong Zhongyou clasped his hands in a salute and stood up.

He glanced back at his colleagues who were still kneeling behind him, and without any politeness, directly called out the names of half of them.

Fu Yaohong did not speak up to stop it.

The Heavenly Mandate Sect has little foundation in Shaanxi. This trip is equivalent to opening up a new area, and it needs to be done quickly, so naturally, it needs to take most of the sect's elite forces with it.

However, after calling out the names of these people, Zhong Zhongyou hesitated slightly, then spoke again:
"I still need the assistance of a Celestial Master, lest I get bogged down in something and unable to get away."

Fu Yaohong pondered for a moment, then nodded and said:

"Very well. Du Mu, you may go with your Uncle Zhong."

Dumu stood up and accepted the order.

In the blink of an eye, half the staff in the private room were gone.

Fu Yaohong's gaze returned to Shan Yuru, her tone flat:
"Half of our available manpower is gone. But the core of our Destiny Sect still needs to be maintained and even developed. Now, it depends on your ability to support this huge operation under these circumstances."

Dan Yuru frowned. It wasn't that she lacked confidence in stabilizing the situation, but she was vaguely worried that if she could no longer stay by the young master's side, those scheming green tea bitches from Cihang Jingzhai would take advantage of the situation and steal her away.

"Master, what about the young master? What should I do?"

Fu Yaohong did not answer her directly. Instead, she turned her gaze to Chen Yuzhen and Bai Fanghua, who were standing beside Mo Yu's former seat, and spoke with approval:
"You two performed exceptionally well this time, and your future prospects are limitless."

Dan Yuru suddenly understood, and said thoughtfully:

"Does the Master mean that... Yu Ru should take in more disciples with excellent aptitude in the future and train them well?"

"Heh, people are always fickle, especially men,"

Fu Yaohong sighed softly, her tone carrying a hint of someone who had been through it all, but then her gaze turned fiery:
"This order from our lord is crucial for the Heavenly Mandate Sect! If we can seize this opportunity and successfully realize our lord's strategic intentions, not to mention the rewards afterward, the overall strength of our Heavenly Mandate Sect alone will at least double in the process!"

This is why she didn't care about being beaten to a pulp and was even willing to suffer humiliation.

Although Mo Yu's big stick was a bit painful, the carrot he gave was really generous!
Shan Yuru nodded, then seemed to remember something:
"But... Senior Brother Jie Fu... his injuries..."

Fu Yaohong turned her gaze to the corner of the private room, to the only unlucky guy lying on the floor who had not yet woken up.

I don't know how my disciple offended Mo Yu.

Having suffered a brain injury from Mo Yu's Nine Yin Divine Claw, whether he will ever wake up again is uncertain.

(End of this chapter)