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

Chapter 358 Ascending Mount Hua, the Shadow of the Sword God

[In November of the thirteenth year of the Zhizheng era, the Yuan army besieged Ruizhou, and Chilaowen personally led the Kheshig (imperial guard) to supervise the battle.]

[Peng Yingyu and her old disciple Kuang Putian led their troops in a valiant defense, but ultimately they were outnumbered and the city fell.]

The city was massacred; no one, young or old, survived.

Mount Hua, Luoyan Peak.

After reading the secret report, Mo Yu, one of the heroes, casually released the carrier falcon back into the wild.

His expression remained unchanged, as if it were just a few unimportant, ordinary things.

Under Qin Mengyao's intensely curious gaze, he casually handed over the intelligence he was holding.

The young girl took it with her delicate hands, glanced at it, and her beautiful and refined face instantly lost all color.

[The city fell, the city was massacred; no one, young or old, survived.]

Those twelve words, though brief, burned into her heart like a red-hot iron.

The scenes she witnessed in her childhood would involuntarily flash through her mind.

The women who were violated, the children who were tortured and murdered, the elderly who were beheaded at will...

Qin Mengyao abruptly closed her eyes, but the image became even clearer.

Her breathing became rapid, and her hands, clutching the silk, were cold and trembling.

Possessing an innate sword heart, she, who was usually unmoved by emotions, finally found it difficult to suppress the murderous intent in her heart.

Few people are born with great ambitions.

Ambition is something that needs to be nurtured.

The reason why all the living successors of Cihang Jingzhai have been able to have the world in their hearts and to live a compassionate life is because they have always been concerned about the world.

This is because they have truly put in the effort to cultivate their living successors.

"Don't waste this killing intent."

A calm voice rang in her ear.

Mo Yu, one of the heroes, reached out and gently patted the girl's slightly trembling shoulder.

"Go and kill Xianyu Tong."

She should have refused to kill the sect leader on Huashan's territory.

After all, although Mount Hua was small in this era, it was still a prestigious and righteous sect. How could she, as the successor of Cihang Jingzhai, do such a thing?

Qin Mengyao nodded, picked up the divine weapon, the Flying Wing Sword, and walked up the winding mountain path.

Several young disciples of the Huashan Sect, who were guarding the mountain gate, were chatting idly.

Suddenly, a beautiful young woman dressed in white walked over. Her aloof demeanor and ethereal appearance stunned them.

One of the quick-witted ones immediately ran forward with a beaming smile, showering him with attention:

"Junior Sister, what brings you to our Huashan Sect? Are you perhaps here to visit relatives or friends? I am very familiar with the entire sect; may I show you the way?"

"no need."

Qin Mengyao's voice was cold and clear. She didn't stop walking; she simply said as she brushed past them:

"I've come to kill your sect leader."

A gentle breeze swept by, stirring up a few fallen leaves.

The young disciples stood frozen in place, their smiles gone.

One of them, thinking he had misheard, tentatively nudged his companion beside him:

"Didn't she just say she was coming to kill...our sect leader?"

The man swallowed uncertainly and nodded mechanically.

"It seems...that's the idea, that's right."

After a moment of deathly silence, the group suddenly awoke!

"Wait! Stop! You can't go up!"

"Quick! Stop her! Notify our senior uncles!"

They all drew their swords and roared as they chased after Qin Mengyao, who had already walked some distance away.

Facing six or seven long swords hurtling towards her from behind, Qin Mengyao didn't even turn her head.

Before she even drew her sword, she simply swung her hand back, and the scabbard in her hand arrived first, precisely deflecting all the swords aimed at her.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-"

A crisp sound of metal collision was heard.

The six or seven Huashan disciples didn't even see how the other party made their move before everything went black and they fainted.

From beginning to end, Qin Mengyao's steps did not falter for even a moment.

She continued walking up the bluestone mountain path, as if she were merely brushing away a few specks of dust.

The chivalrous Mo Yu held a scroll in his hand, scribbling something on it as he slowly hung behind her.

They didn't even glance at the unconscious Huashan disciples by the roadside.

The sounds of swords ringing out ahead became increasingly dense and chaotic.

More and more people collapsed along the way.

Don't be fooled by the fact that the heroes Mo Yu usually deals with either celestial masters or demonic giants.

Looking across the entire martial arts world, even masters of innate talent are as rare as phoenix feathers.

Many leaders of second-rate sects may never acquire innate strength throughout their entire lives.

As for these disciples, they were mostly beginners in martial arts, at the internal energy level, and very few of them had even developed internal strength.

Mo Yu, a martial arts master, entered the Innate Realm at the age of nineteen and was hailed as a "young grandmaster".

Qin Mengyao, though only sixteen or seventeen years old, is also a Xiantian martial artist capable of projecting her Qi outwards.

"This talent is truly extraordinary; he is indeed a prodigy with an 'innate sword heart'."

Mo Yu, one of the heroes, looked up, glanced at the scene from a distance, and sighed:
"Something that I, with my mortal body, could easily achieve, but requires my utmost effort to accomplish."

At the edge of the horizon, Qin Mengyao was fighting two opponents alone.

The two opponents were both innate martial artists, and they were using a combination of martial arts techniques, such as the Reverse Yin-Yang Blade Technique.

The two worked together, their sword strikes flowing continuously, one yin and one yang, one positive and one negative, their power more than doubling.

However, in Qin Mengyao's eyes, this seemingly flawless net of knives was full of loopholes.

The winged sword in his hand remained sheathed, and he casually parried and deflected attacks.

"Qiang!"

After exchanging more than ten moves.

Qin Mengyao had already completely figured out the style of this sword technique.

Finding an opening, he moved swiftly, his sword sheath flashing like a gazelle's horn, piercing through the net of blades and striking the wrists of the two old men.

With two clanging sounds, the two swords were knocked out of his hands.

Immediately afterwards, Qin Mengyao flicked her wrist, and the scabbard tapped lightly.

The two elderly men from the Huashan Sect, one tall and one short, who were quite famous in the martial arts world, groaned and both fainted.

"It's a bit slow." A calm voice came from beside her.

Qin Mengyao pursed her lips, her cool gaze sweeping over the group of heroes, including Mo Yu.

Among those of the same skill level, being able to win a one-on-one battle already makes one a master.

She fought two opponents, both of whom were veterans skilled in combined attacks. She managed to win effortlessly and without sustaining a scratch within twenty moves. If word got out, it would be enough to shock the entire martial arts world.

Even if Master Yan Jing'an were here, he would surely praise him.

But... thinking about the young Taoist priest beside him, who is only three years older than him, yet already stands at the pinnacle of martial arts in this world, and even someone like his master is willing to submit to him...

Qin Mengyao remained silent in the end, but she quickened her pace.

After all, in her opinion, someone who could become the leader of a sect must be better than those two old men of different heights, right?

Even if I were to kill him, it would probably take some effort to quickly subdue him.

In order not to be ridiculed by his lord, who was only a few years older than him, in that indifferent tone...

The girl tried her best to buy herself more time without appearing anxious.

According to the account of a Huashan disciple who was "questioned" by her.

As you walk through a quiet bamboo grove, the wind rustles through the bamboo leaves.

In front of an elegant wooden house, Qin Mengyao saw a middle-aged scholar with delicate features, holding a folding fan, and exuding a refined and elegant air.

This person was none other than Xianyu Tong, the leader of the Huashan Sect, known as "Shenjizi".

"Young hero,"

Xianyu Tong looked at Qin Mengyao, who stood with her sword drawn, and showed no panic on his face. Instead, he revealed a just-right mix of confusion and elegance.

He cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Qin Mengyao and said gently:
"I have lived my life with a clear conscience. I truly cannot recall where I offended you, young hero. Even if you are determined to take my life today, could you at least allow me to die with a clear conscience?"

His words were sincere and heartfelt, displaying the integrity and demeanor of a leader of a prestigious and righteous sect.

If it were an ordinary person, especially a woman, she would probably have been deceived by his perfect appearance and the virtuous demeanor he put on.

However, Qin Mengyao's eyes were filled with only a chilling killing intent.

If there is no solid evidence, even if it was an order from the chivalrous Mo Yu, why would Qin Mengyao do something like coming to a righteous sect and killing its leader?
"Colluding with the Mongols, harming loyal officials, toying with women's feelings, and turning a righteous sect like Mount Hua into a chaotic mess—each of these acts is enough to kill you."

Qin Mengyao finished speaking, giving Xianyu Tong no chance to defend himself.

"Keng——!"

The ancient sword with wings has finally been drawn!
A clear and melodious sword cry resounded through the bamboo forest, and the sword light appeared like a startled swan, transforming into countless sword shadows!
In order to finish the battle quickly and avoid being harassed by someone, she used all her strength from the very beginning!

"Wait, wait! Young hero! There must be something wrong here..."

Xianyu Tong wanted to argue further, but he never expected that he couldn't even block a single sword strike.

"Pfft!"

Blood splattered.

His refined and composed demeanor was frozen in time.

The iron-boned fan in his hand was cleaved in two.

His head was also severed from his body, his eyes filled with terror and resentment.

Gulu.

His head fell to the ground, rolling to Qin Mengyao's feet amidst bewildered gazes.

Within the broken folding fan, a few almost imperceptible white powders drifted away in the wind.

Qin Mengyao stood holding her sword, her eyes filled with confusion. She stared in bewilderment at the still-dripping winged sword in her hand.

She didn't understand why the leader of the Huashan Sect...didn't resist.
Could it be that he gave up resistance and offered his neck to be slaughtered because he saw through his disguise and felt ashamed of his own actions?

"Don't even think about it. Xianyu Tong's martial arts skills are mediocre. He only managed to reach the pseudo-innate realm by relying on drugs and unorthodox secret techniques."

Its foundation is so weak that even the two old men of different heights you just defeated are far inferior.

Mo Yu, a member of the group of heroes, had appeared behind her at some point, his voice still calm and indifferent.

He glanced at the lifeless head on the ground, his tone completely indifferent:
"Also, you'd better be careful. I'm not afraid of any kind of poison, but it's hard to say about you."

This fan bone is hollow; it probably contains 'Golden Silkworm Gu Poison,' which is colorless and odorless. It's quite troublesome to use it to detoxify people.

Qin Mengyao felt a chill run down her spine upon hearing this.

She then noticed the white powder remaining in the hollow part of the broken iron folding fan.

A chill ran down his spine. If he had been even slightly careless, he could have been cut by the fan ribs coated with deadly poison...

The young girl, new to the martial world, once again witnessed the wickedness of human nature. Even when facing the leader of a prestigious sect, she could not let her guard down.

She struck out with her palm, releasing her energy, which stirred up the dust and the poisoned fan, burying it several feet into the ground.

The group of heroes, including Mo Yu, felt as if they were back home and easily found the place where Xian Yutong had hidden his martial arts techniques.

From a hidden compartment, they retrieved a thick stack of martial arts manuals.

Just now, he casually "invited" the two elders, one tall and one short, who had fainted, politely "inquired" about them, and then "thoughtfully" helped them fall back asleep.

He casually flipped through dozens of martial arts manuals from the Huashan School and quickly found his target for this trip—the Zixia Divine Skill!
"Alright, this matter is settled."

The group of heroes, led by Mo Yu, stuffed dozens of martial arts manuals into the chat group.
"Next stop, Quanzhen Sect. You stay here and assist the people I sent to complete the takeover as soon as possible, so that Huashan Sect can be restored to its rightful state as soon as possible."

"I...stay here?"

Qin Mengyao, who had grown accustomed to following him closely, paused slightly, a hint of barely perceptible disappointment flashing in her cool eyes.

Mo Yu, the hero, continued to peruse the Purple Cloud Divine Skill, seemingly oblivious to the change in the girl's expression.

However, just as he turned to leave, he left without looking back with a single sentence:

"Come find me in Zhongnan Mountain after the handover is complete."

"Ok!"

With just one sentence, the trace of disappointment in Qin Mengyao's eyes was instantly dispelled, replaced by a bright light, and she nodded heavily.

The handover that followed went exceptionally smoothly.

Because the girl who had defeated the entire Huashan Sect with a single sword was now standing in front of the main hall of Huashan with a cold and impatient expression.

All the elders and disciples of the Huashan Sect remained silent, not daring to utter the slightest dissent.

Qin Mengyao just wanted to finish these mundane matters as soon as possible, and then set off immediately for Zhongnan Mountain.

As usual, I quietly followed beside the young Taoist priest.

What she had no idea was...

The two Huashan disciples who were initially knocked down at the mountain gate by her casual move were named Yue Su and Cai Zifeng.

Today's events have had an unforgettable impact on the two of them, and have also sown the seeds of completely different "paths".

After waking up, Yue Su repeatedly recalled the profound sense of powerlessness he felt when facing Qin Mengyao, completely suppressed by her cultivation level and unable to even touch the hem of her clothes.

He suddenly realized that internal strength cultivation is the foundation of martial arts, and realm is everything!
Cai Zifeng was awestruck by Qin Mengyao's unparalleled swordsmanship, which had already broken all laws even before it was drawn.

He was fascinated by the girl's swordplay, which was as elusive as a gazelle's horns, and firmly believed that sword techniques were the key to defeating the enemy!

This led to the bloody "Sword and Qi Conflict" that occurred ten years later within the Huashan Sect.

This also indirectly led to the split of the Huashan Sect into the Sword Sect and the Qi Sect.

Today, atop Mount Hua, the aloof and peerless figure of that young girl has become the beginning of that legend and taboo in the mouths of the descendants of the two sects.

(End of this chapter)