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

Chapter 391 Invites Heroes from All Over the World to Look Up!

Mo Yu, the chivalrous hero, turned around and indifferently swept his gaze over the three stunningly beautiful girls. His eyes showed no fluctuation, and he did not bother to conceal the heat emanating from him.

After spending several months cultivating the Pure Yang Limitless Skill to its peak, his Great Sun Divine Body has begun a new round of transformation and evolution.

And this moment is precisely the critical juncture.

If one deliberately suppresses the heat generated in the body, it will cause irreversible and adverse consequences for his evolution.

This is why there was no one else in the entire Buddhist temple.

Although no one is forbidden from coming here, the terrifying heat emanating from his body, enough to distort light, is becoming increasingly astonishing.

Fewer and fewer people can tolerate simply standing next to him anymore.

As a Celestial Master, Han Lin'er's cultivation level had long since made her impervious to heat and cold, so she naturally didn't care about this little bit of heat.

With Han Lin'er's icy true energy creating an invisible shield for Zhou Zhiruo, keeping the heatwave out, she didn't feel much discomfort.

Zhao Min, who, like Zhou Zhiruo, was also a martial artist who had only acquired her skills, was in dire straits.

Even though she had already circulated her internal energy to accelerate the dissipation of heat from her body, she was not burned by the high temperature.

But the searing pain, as if standing on the edge of a volcano, is not diminished in the slightest.

"What do you want from me?"

The chivalrous Mo Yu spoke calmly.

"I am Zhao Min, daughter of the Prince of Ruyang. I have come on behalf of my father to pay my respects to Young Hero Mo Yu, hoping to reach some mutually beneficial cooperation with you."

Despite the sweltering heat, Zhao Min maintained a composed and dignified demeanor, her face flushed and drenched in sweat, her tone radiating a subtle confidence.

"cooperate?"

Mo Yu, one of the group of heroes, shifted his gaze from them and returned it to the completed Peacock King Bodhisattva statue.

"There's no need for that anymore."

The most crucial element of his plan, the "spark" that could ignite the entire world, has already been obtained.

Next, he can use this as bait to sweep across the entire Yuan court and lure out the Yuan-Mongol mythological sorcerer Pang Ban to defeat him.

Once he completes his master's task, he can obtain the [Tai Chi Divine Skill].

At that time, after using the Tai Chi Divine Skill to separate Yin and Yang and cultivating the Nine Yin Manual, the only thing missing from his desire for the Nine Yang Set is the Innate Skill.

Following Mo Yu's gaze, the three girls involuntarily turned their eyes to the statue of the Peacock King Bodhisattva.

With just one glance, a look of confusion appeared in their eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the internal energy channels were drawn by the image of the Bright King, and involuntarily and slowly, they veered toward the trajectory of an unknown cultivation method!

A flash of blood appeared before Han Lin'er's eyes, but being a Celestial Master, she quickly regained her senses.

"This is a... demonic art that burns one's own life force to gain power! Quick! Lin'er, interrupt your sister Zhiruo's concentration, don't let her continue circulating her energy with that Mingwang statue!"

Han Shantong's primordial spirit, residing in his daughter's sea of ​​consciousness, was a grandmaster of martial arts. He saw through her essence with just one glance!
Han Lin'er was shocked upon hearing this and quickly turned her head to look at Zhou Zhiruo beside her.

At this moment, Zhou Zhiruo's eyes were bloodshot, her gaze filled with rage and fury! Her once bright and clear eyes were now filled with endless grief, indignation, and deep-seated hatred!

"Father, Mother, Eldest Brother"

Zhou Zhiruo's face was already streaked with tears, and she was murmuring to herself.

Originally, the scene had been somewhat forgotten as time went by.

At this moment, however, it was playing out before her eyes in an incredibly clear and incredibly real way, scene after scene!

...In a city engulfed in raging flames, a place turned into a living hell by the wanton slaughter of the Yuan army, her parents screamed, urging her to leave quickly...

...On the banks of the Han River, her brother, to protect her, used his not-so-broad back to withstand the dense rain of arrows fired by the Yuan army.

The crimson blood splattered directly onto the tender face of the ten-year-old boy...

Zhou Zhiruo reached out her hand in confusion, as if... even now, she could still feel that warmth that was gradually turning cold.

"revenge."

Amidst the towering flames, her parents seemed to be roaring something at her.

"revenge!"

On that cold riverbank, her brother, pierced through the heart by an arrow, blood gushing from his mouth, seemed to be saying something to her.

"Kill all the Yuan dogs...to avenge us!"

Gradually, the indistinct sounds began to become incredibly clear, and two bloody scenes overlapped!
Her father, mother, and brother, all dying tragically, seemed to be in hell, uttering the most heart-wrenching cries to her:
"Kill all the Yuan dogs! Avenge us!!!"

When Han Lin'er looked at her in horror, Zhou Zhiruo murmured in a dreamlike voice, filled with endless hatred:

"Revenge...kill all Yuan dogs...revenge...revenge..."

At first, her voice was low and full of suppressed emotion.

But gradually, it grew angrier and angrier, until finally, it turned into a heart-wrenching, piercing roar:

"Kill all Yuan dogs! Revenge! Revenge!! Revenge!!!"

She clutched her hair tightly, her expression frantic, like a madwoman!
Seeing this, Han Lin'er quickly hugged her tightly, restraining her, and channeled her own icy true energy into her body, trying to help her regain consciousness. "You... idiot! I told you to stop her, not to help her cultivate this demonic art!!"

However, her subconscious and foolish action infuriated Han Shantong in her mind!

"Can't you use your brain? The root of your icy true energy is the [Zen Awakening Demon Heart Sutra] that you cultivate!"
You haven't been able to cultivate this technique to its full potential like I have, and you can't use 'supreme enlightenment' to control the 'demonic mind' within it!
"You dare to infuse your demonically corrupted inner energy into Zhiruo?!"

"what?!"

Han Lin'er was startled and immediately stopped the infusion of her icy true energy.

But, it's too late.

"what--!!!"

Zhou Zhiruo roared to the sky, and a violent, blood-red aura burst forth from her body!

In just a short while, she directly overcame the hurdle that countless acquired martial artists might struggle to overcome even after a lifetime!
He successfully transformed his internal energy into a protective energy that could penetrate his body, thus advancing to the level of a master of the Innate Realm!

Zhao Min had already been startled out of her trance by the eerie and terrifying noise around her, which had pulled her out of her trance state under the influence of the Ming King statue.

As the young princess of the Ruyang Prince's Mansion, her first half of life, if not entirely smooth sailing, was certainly filled with adulation and her every wish was granted. Where would she have gotten any deep-seated hatred?

The greatest "hatred" she could feel in her life was perhaps the small humiliation she felt when she led troops to besiege Mo Yu on the Han River, only to be defeated by Mo Yu single-handedly, causing her to lose face.
Han Lin'er, holding Zhou Zhiruo whom she had knocked unconscious with a chop to the neck out of desperation, looked at Mo Yu with a face full of worry:

"Sir, Zhiruo, she..."

Mo Yu, a chivalrous figure, glanced indifferently at the girl lying in Zhou Zhiruo's arms. Even knowing the admiration Zhou Zhiruo held for him, his gaze remained unmoved. He simply said:

"【The Revenge Technique】is rooted in hatred, fueled by resentment, and fueled by life itself. It is a demonic art that burns life force to achieve quick results."

However, as the last disciple of Abbess Miejue, she already had a profound foundation in martial arts, so this breakthrough did not cause her much loss.

As long as she doesn't continue practicing this skill, there will be no major problems.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Min immediately thought of the White Lotus Sect's recent efforts to gather people in Xuzhou, and her heart skipped a beat, filled with an extremely ominous premonition!

Just last year, the Yuan Dynasty's Prime Minister, Toqto'a, personally led a large army to suppress the rebellion in Xuzhou and defeated the Red Turban Army led by "Sesame Li".

After the war, in order to intimidate the world, the entire population of Xuzhou was massacred, and the city and its houses were completely destroyed!
Still feeling that the punishment was insufficient, he ordered that Xuzhou be renamed and downgraded to Wu'an Prefecture, making it the lowest-ranking "lower prefecture".

Not satisfied with that, he then ordered the city of Xuzhou to be forcibly moved to Kuishan in the south!

This time, not only Xuzhou City, but also the counties that originally governed Xuzhou, as well as the villages within Xuzhou, suffered a devastating disaster!
Countless families have been torn apart, lives lost, and people have been displaced!

The White Lotus Sect spread the word that it had gathered refugees, and within half a month, tens of thousands of Xuzhou disaster victims had gathered outside Bozhou City!
Even after seven or eight years, Zhou Zhiruo's grudges remained fresh in her memory, and her hatred was boundless.

These people became refugees only last year...

Even now, the unrest in Xuzhou has not stopped!
Many landlords and gentry are still taking advantage of this chaotic situation to burn, kill, loot, and create new hatred!

"No way."

A chilling thought, uncontrollably, popped into Zhao Min's mind.

The thought had barely crossed her mind when she saw the chivalrous Mo Yu raise his hand, point to the Peacock King statue, and speak to Han Lin'er:
"The birth of Maitreya, the birth of the Bright King! Xu Shouhui of the South has already fulfilled the first half of this saying. You call yourself 'Little Bright King,' so you fulfill the second half..."

"Upon returning, immediately dispatch people to prepare an unprecedentedly grand Buddhist ceremony. Let this [Peacock King Bodhisattva] properly 'resolve' the unsettled resentment in the hearts of its followers!"

His voice was very soft and faint.

But to Zhao Min, it sounded like thunder! It gave her goosebumps!
Although Zhao Min is a woman, she is knowledgeable in military affairs. Last year, she even personally led troops to aid Hanyang Prefecture.

She knew all too well what a monstrous upheaval would be caused if such a statue of a Mingwang, capable of inciting hatred and hatred in people's hearts and directly granting power to ordinary people, appeared in this chaotic world!

Not only the entire Yuan Dynasty, but all the powerful gentry and noble families in the world will tremble under the giant wave!

Zhao Min, who also came from a prominent clan, opened her mouth as if to say something, but found that her throat was so dry that she could not make a sound.

Even someone as witty and quick-thinking as her couldn't come up with any compelling reason to stop Mo Yu's crazy act.

Han Lin'er was relieved after hearing that Zhou Zhiruo was alright.

After discussing the matter with her father's spirit in her mind, she bowed respectfully to Mo Yu and said:

"Sir, the appearance of such a divine object may... provoke a frenzied counterattack from the Yuan court's lackeys."

Mo Yu, one of the heroes, glanced at Zhao Min, whose face was ashen, then looked back at Han Lin'er and spoke indifferently:
“It’s alright. I will accompany this statue of the Wisdom King. You only need to gather believers from all over the world, let more people know about this ceremony and come to participate in it… Leave the rest to me.”

Han Lin'er was overjoyed when she heard that Mo Yu would personally take charge!
Mo Yu, however, turned to look at Zhao Min and said:
"Please inform the Yuan court of this news. Tell them to send as many experts as they can. No matter who they are, no matter how many come, I will await them all..."

"Grandmaster Yuan Ting, offer your head!"

Zhao Min's throat suddenly felt dry.

For some reason, she remembered again, a year ago, on the Han River.
The scene depicted him leading three giant warships and hundreds of sailing ships of various sizes, surrounding the young master who had just entered the martial arts world.

When faced with being surrounded by thousands of troops, the boy laughed loudly and charged into the fray!
First, he faced off against the Xuanming Elders and Shan Yuru, three innate martial artists! Then, amidst a thousand troops, he broke through the army formation and nearly killed himself, the commander-in-chief, on the spot!

She still vividly remembers that heroic spirit of "though there are thousands of people, I will go" on the battlefield.

Now, a year later, he has defeated Bloodhand Li Gong head-on and achieved the supreme reputation of a martial arts grandmaster!
At this moment, he single-handedly issued a declaration of war to the entire corrupt empire, a declaration that the Yuan court absolutely could not refuse!
I invite all heroes of the world to crane their necks and test the sharpness of my sword!
What a magnificent spirit! What a heroic act! What a... despair-inducing sight!
The Prince of Ruyang's residence was one of the targets he aimed at.

Zhao Min knew that some debts, this time, were probably truly... at the point where they had no choice but to be repaid.

After a long silence, she bowed deeply to Mo Yu and replied in a hoarse voice:
"...I obey!"

(End of this chapter)