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

Chapter 398 People from all directions gather, good and evil are hard to distinguish (Part 1)!

The wheels of the Peacock King Dharma Assembly rolled forward, crushing the decaying earth and igniting the fire in the hearts of countless oppressed people.

The tide of revenge continues to expand at a terrifying pace.

Starting from Dongchang City, the army advanced with unstoppable momentum.

On the fifth day, Dezhou was captured.

The powerful families in the city, in alliance with the Mongol Yuan garrison, put up a stubborn resistance, but Han Lin'er led her troops to breach the city in a single day, leaving rivers of blood flowing.

On the thirteenth day, we went down to Hejian.

The local noble families surrendered the city, but the avengers of the White Lotus Sect still managed to turn the wealthy and powerful into ashes.

Can the karmic consequences of the past be washed away by surrendering and surrendering the city?
Even after hundreds of thousands of eons, the deeds done will not perish; when the causes and conditions come together, one will reap the consequences!

Now, it's time for reckoning.

It was this battle that terrified the gentry of the world. To not surrender meant death; to surrender, given their karma, death was still the only outcome!
On the eighteenth day, the army approached Tianjin!
With iron hooves and battle flags, they were only two hundred li away from the Yuan capital, a journey that would take no more than four days at a gallop!
The White Lotus Sect's continuous campaign of "fighting local tyrants and distributing land" and its ruthless and decisive approach to uprooting powerful families and clans shocked the world!
This is no longer a contest for supremacy; this is digging up the roots! This is overturning the table!
For a time, all the gentry in the world, regardless of whether they were from the north or south, or whether they were loyal to the Yuan dynasty or not, lived in constant fear.

A high-ranking official of the Yuan Dynasty, carrying generous gifts, rushed to Wudang Mountain overnight, only to find the mountain gates tightly closed and unable to even meet a young Taoist priest who was in charge of receiving guests.

Some wealthy and noble families used their connections to invite several elders with deep ties to the Wudang Sect to come to their door.

This time, we finally got inside.

Song Yuanqiao, the current leader of the Wu Sect, personally served them tea, showing them impeccable manners and hospitality.

But when it came to serious matters, Song Yuanqiao looked embarrassed and repeatedly declined.

He only said that he was the acting sect leader and that his cultivation was only at the innate level. He really couldn't manage such important sect affairs. At present, Wudang was still in charge of his master.

The ball was kicked away completely.

Left with no other choice, those people wanted to see Master Zhang.

Upon hearing this, Song Yuanqiao could only helplessly point to the misty back mountain, indicating that his master was in seclusion in the mountains, but he had no idea exactly where.

So, a bunch of white-bearded old men, probably a thousand years old combined, could only search aimlessly in the vast back mountains of Wudang, like headless flies.

They searched for seven or eight days, but they couldn't find a trace of Zhang Sanfeng, or even a single hair of his.

Like ants on a hot pan, the powerful and wealthy families, anxious to the point of burning their feet, naturally wouldn't only make this one preparation.

An invisible net has quietly been cast, centered on Tianjin.

They even used various clandestine channels to spread messages to various forces around the world:

Whether it's the Yuan Dynasty or various rebel kings, as long as someone can resist Mo Yu and stop the White Lotus Sect's "lawless and rebellious" cruel behavior, they are willing to give their all, providing manpower and food to support them!

At the same time, they mobilized all available relationships.

They used every possible method to invite those reclusive masters of heaven and earth out of the mountains and valleys.

In a short time, a storm was brewing.

The once rare, celestial masters, who were a rarity in the past, were now appearing one after another at the eye of the storm—

Tianjin City!
Some, with a heart for the world, came to persuade Mo Yu to change course.

Some, having received a great favor, came to take Mo Yu's life to repay the debt.

Some were simply there for the spectacle, eager to see for themselves who this "Mr. Mo," who was stirring up trouble, really was.

But there were also those who came to his aid!
As the sky began to lighten with a hazy, pale white glow, a faint purple haze appeared and disappeared.

The White Lotus sect members responsible for publicizing the religious ceremonies were already skillfully beating gongs and drums, their loud voices echoing in all directions, announcing that today's religious ceremony and porridge distribution were about to begin.

Inside a private room of a three-story restaurant called "Guanlan" next to the main street of Dongcheng District.

Yan Jing'an, dressed in a plain long dress, sat quietly by the window. The window was half-open, and she could see the crowds gradually gathering on the street.

The tea in front of her had been refilled three times. The slightly bitter tea slid down her throat and into her stomach, but it did nothing to calm the chaotic thoughts in her mind.

Not long ago, she returned to Cihang Jingzhai.

On the one hand, it was to report back on the conclusions drawn from long-term observation of Mo Yu, a person with a destiny. On the other hand, it was also to report back on the matter of recognizing a master.

To her complete surprise, after hearing her report, her master directly passed on the position of head of Cihang Jingzhai to her.

This delay lasted for several more days.

Before she could even recover from this sudden power transfer, she went down the mountain to find her lord, Mo Yu.

Many old friends and sects who had intricate connections with Cihang Jingzhai ascended to Emperor's Peak because of the actions of the hero Mo Yu in the North.

Yan Jing'an then realized that so many people knew about this Cloud Recesses.

Some were filled with righteous indignation and begged her to consider the plight of all people and take action to eliminate the "demon".

Some were worried and hoped that she could, out of consideration for their past relationship, mediate and leave a glimmer of hope.

This left Yan Jing'an, who had just become the head of the temple without really knowing what was going on, somewhat bewildered. As usual, she went to her master to ask for advice on what to do.

However, she learned that after handing over the position of head of the temple, her master went directly into a "death retreat," saying that the great calamity of the world was already set and could not be changed by human power, and that she would never leave the retreat in this lifetime.

Yan Jing'an's mind was in turmoil, and in the end, he could only take his eldest disciple, Jin Bingyun, and travel day and night to Tianjin.

But along the way, she still couldn't figure out what identity or stance she should take when facing the lord who was about to rule the world.

Therefore, she chose to conceal her whereabouts and quietly enter the city.

However, before dawn, her other exceptionally talented disciple, Qin Mengyao, who had been serving Mo Yu recently, silently pushed open the door and entered.

'Yes… in this city, who can hide their whereabouts from his eyes?'

Yan Jing'an sighed inwardly.

As one of the few people who had closely accompanied Mo Yu on her journey of growth, she understood the terror of her lord better than most.

Beyond the terrifying strength, extraordinary temperament, and ruthless intelligence witnessed by outsiders, what's even more frightening is...
It was hidden within him, a kind of fortune where heaven and earth worked together, as if the whole world was pushing him forward.

God was treating him like his own grandson; they were practically feeding him.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have changed her mind after already intending to choose Zhu Yuanzhang as her "destiny," willingly betting her own fate, and even the fate of the entire Cihang Jingzhai, on Mo Yu.

"Master, your sword spirit is in turmoil."

Qin Mengyao stood quietly in front of the table. Today, she was not wearing white, but a neat blue shirt, which made her look even more heroic.

She gazed at her master, her clear, deep eyes filled with profound confusion.

In her heart, her master Yan Jing'an's sword heart should have been pure, tranquil, and clear as water.

But today, this "still lake" has stirred up ripples she has never felt before.

"The Yuan capital is right before our eyes; in five days at most, their army will be at our gates." Qin Mengyao's voice was clear and pure.
"The Cihang Jingzhai's century-long aspiration to restore the Han Dynasty and quell the chaos as quickly as possible is about to be fulfilled. Why do you, Master, show no joy in your expression, but instead... appear worried?"

Compared to Qin Mengyao's single-minded devotion to Taoism, Jin Bingyun, who came from an official family but whose family later fell into decline and suffered a disaster, was rescued and taken in by Yan Jing'an, clearly knew more.

Her family was gone, so Jin Bingyun naturally didn't care about the dirty dealings between those aristocratic families.

Seeing that her master looked unwell, she spoke softly:
"Junior sister, you don't know this, but we're not the only ones who came this time."

“I heard that Master Liaojin of the Jingnian Chan School has also come here in person. It seems that he is organizing an operation against… our lord.”

She called out "My Lord" with a slightly awkward and forced tone.

At the same time, she was also filled with curiosity: what kind of man could make her master, who had the world in his heart, willingly submit, and make her junior sister, who was as pure as a sword and untouched by worldly dust, so devoted to him?

"Master Liaojin?"

Upon hearing this name, Qin Mengyao's eyes narrowed slightly, and her delicate brows furrowed.

The relationship between this generation of Cihang Jingzhai and Jingnian Chan Buddhism is quite good.

She once took her master's letter and went to Jingnian Zen Temple to practice for three years. Master Liaojin also taught her, his junior, without reservation.

It can be said that the Zen Master Liao Jin made an indispensable contribution to her solid foundation that combines the strengths of both schools.

Moreover, although Master Liaojin was old, he was, like his grandmaster, a reclusive and unparalleled master.

She absolutely did not want to see either Mo Yu or Zen Master Liao Jin get into trouble.

While the three women of Cihang Jingzhai were talking here.

The Buddhist ceremony in the city has already begun.

The enormous statue of Peacock King, surrounded by a huge crowd, slowly walked down the main street.

"Maha Peacock Mother Great Bright King!"

A clear Buddhist chant rang out, and a group of nuns dressed in gray robes solemnly emerged from the crowd beside the street.

The leader was none other than Abbess Miejue, the head of the Emei Sect!

"Extinction, along with disciples of the Emei Sect, has come to participate in the Peacock King Dharma Assembly to respectfully welcome the King's descent into the world!"

Abbess Miejue and her disciples clasped their hands together and bowed deeply to the slowly approaching statue of the Ming King.

After several months apart, she had stabilized her Extinction Sword Intent and broken through to the Celestial Master level. She seemed to have become ten years younger, with a radiant complexion and a vibrant spirit.

To her left, a beautiful lay female disciple, who was practicing Buddhism with her hair still intact, was quietly looking up at the figure sitting high on the statue of the Wisdom King, as dazzling and unattainable as the sun.

Bei Jinyi felt a mix of bitterness and frustration.

In just a few short months, the gap between them had widened to an unimaginable distance, so vast that even looking up at them felt like a luxury.

However, just as she was feeling lost, she suddenly saw that godlike figure seemingly nodding slightly in her direction.

In an instant, all of Bei Jinyi's disappointment and frustration vanished. It was as if a piece of honey had been poured into her heart, and she instantly regained her radiant spirit, with the corners of her mouth unconsciously turning up slightly.

Although, in reality, Mo Yu was merely returning the greeting to the Emei Sect members who had come to support him...

Under the personal arrangement of Zhou Zhiruo, who had arrived from the rear a few days earlier, the disciples of the Emei Sect were assigned to a rather central position in the Dharma assembly procession, close to the statue of the Ming King.

Abbess Miejue was increasingly pleased with Zhou Zhiruo, her increasingly outstanding and capable disciple who was now able to stand on her own. In an unprecedented move, she praised her several times in front of all the disciples.

Even Zhou Zhiruo, who was used to all kinds of flattery in the White Lotus Sect, was slightly tipsy and felt lightheaded from the praise.

"Be careful,"

As the group reunited and passed each other, Abbess Miejue used a secret telepathic technique to warn Mo Yu in his ear.

"I heard that the Holy Monk Wuxiang has also come. Shaolin and Wudang have always been at odds. He has come alone this time, so I'm afraid he has ill intentions and may cause trouble."

The chivalrous Mo Yu sat high atop the statue of the Ming King, his gaze calm and unwavering, and simply replied:
"understood."

To him, as long as his grandmaster Zhang Sanfeng and the person imprisoned in the Taiji Xuan Coffin did not come, it made no difference to him how many others came.

In his eyes, the strong in the world can be divided into only two types.

One type is capable of unleashing power beyond his tolerance limit in an instant, thus taking him away in one fell swoop.

The other type is those who lack the ability to kill him with a single blow.

The latter, no matter how many come, will only make him spend more time "wearing them down".

Not long after the statue of the Ming King was taken, a plump old man with a youthful face, white hair, pure white eyebrows, and a long, flowing whisk, who looked like a celestial being, blocked his way.

"Who goes there? State your name at once!"

Han Lin'er spurred her horse forward, her halberd pointing at the old man, and demanded an explanation in a sharp voice.

"My God! It's...it's the 'ageless immortal' from the Changbai Sect!"

Someone in the crowd exclaimed.

This is a titan in the righteous martial arts world, on par with the Shaolin monk Wuxiang, and his reputation in the martial arts world is second only to mythical figures like Zhang Sanfeng of Wudang and the demonic master Pang Ban!
The immortal stroked his beard and smiled, a hint of pride in his illustrious reputation on his face. He reveled in the feeling of being the center of attention.

However, Han Lin'er seemed completely oblivious to the gasps around her, her phoenix eyes flashing with murderous intent as she coldly shouted:
"I'll ask you one more time: Who are you? If you don't register, you will be considered a demon obstructing the Dharma assembly and will be killed on the spot!"

The ageless immortal's slightly arrogant smile froze, and he looked at Han Lin'er with an unfriendly expression, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

But then he saw a burly man with a spear in his hand, looking imposing, riding up behind Han Lin'er, only half a body length behind her.

More importantly, there was the faint aura emanating from him!
'Another Grandmaster of Celestial Beings.'

The immortal god felt a slight chill run down his spine.

Although he was confident in his unparalleled lightness skill, profound internal strength, and exceptional combat prowess, he was not afraid at all even when facing two newly-entered Celestial Masters alone.

The problem is that the young man in black robes sitting on the statue of the Bright King, who did not speak, was actually stronger than him.

"Hehe, why get angry, friend? Don't you even recognize the immortals of Changbai Mountain?"

Just as the atmosphere became tense.

A figure in blue gracefully descended from the roof of a roadside restaurant, landing beside the immortal and standing in mid-air.

"Zhuang Jie, the leader of the Xining Sect, greets everyone."

Upon seeing the newcomer, the immortal's tense expression relaxed slightly, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The Changbai faction and the Xining faction have always been closely connected and have stood together through thick and thin.

Although the Xining Sect leader, known as "Nine Fingers of Fragrance," was slightly inferior in strength to himself, he was still a renowned master of the Celestial Realm.

With two against two, plus his fellow practitioners who were also invited, there's something to be gained today!
(End of this chapter)