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

Chapter 399 Good and evil are hard to distinguish, Grandmaster's surprise (Part 2)!

One represents the perfect union of heaven and man, while the other represents the minor achievement of heaven and man.

In a conventional sense, it's very strong.

But in the eyes of the heroes, Mo Yu, it was nothing special.

His gaze swept across the crowd and landed on two elderly monks draped in robes, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Only a top-tier expert of the same realm could make him feel such pressure.

The immortal immortal and Zhuang Jie felt their faces burning with shame, as if they had been slapped ten times in public, when they were so blatantly ignored.

Especially the ageless immortal who always valued his appearance, his old face turned a deep liver color, his chest heaved violently, he was almost bursting with anger.

But in the end, he didn't dare to retaliate.

He discovered that one of the two old monks, Master Wuxiang, a Shaolin holy monk, was no less powerful than him.

The other unfamiliar old monk exerted an even greater sense of pressure on him than the monk Wuxiang.

"What is the purpose of Master Wunian's visit?"

The voice of the chivalrous Mo Yu rang out calmly.

"Amitabha."

Master Liaojin first clasped his hands together, bowed slightly, then raised his eyes, his cloudy eyes revealing a hint of compassion:
"Benefactor Mo opposed the tyranny of the Yuan and Mongols, expelled the foreign tribes, and rebuilt the Han people's land. He truly has the heart of a Bodhisattva, and his merits are comparable to those of a living Buddha. This old monk is deeply moved. However…"

Everyone listened intently. Everyone knew that the important part was what came next, while the rest was mostly nonsense.

"Benefactor, you use the name of the Peacock King to spread such demonic arts that incite evil thoughts and stir up boundless hatred. I am sorry, but I cannot agree with this."

“If we act in this way, even if we succeed, the hearts of the people will be plunged into an abyss of hatred, with endless cycles of revenge and no peace.”

"If you can retract your demonic powers and turn back from the dead, I am willing to do everything in my power to help you end this chaotic world as soon as possible and restore peace to the world."

Upon hearing this, many people in the crowd looked towards the black-robed figure on the statue of the Ming King.

If the chivalrous Mo Yu were willing to relent, most of these powerful families, who had been terrified of being killed, would be willing to kneel down and kneel.

We are all descendants of Yan and Huang, all Han people, why must we turn against each other with swords?

If he were willing to loosen his stance, everyone would be willing to nominate Mo Yu as the person in charge.

Then, they would pull him into their camp and quickly corrupt him.

They are very skilled at this skill, which has been practiced since their ancestors' time.

Even if you don't fall for it, what about your descendants?

When the time comes, all the powerful families will stuff their children into the imperial harem, and it will be too easy for a mother to lead her child astray.

In this corrupt world, it is easier to fall into depravity than to remain honest, let alone stand up and become a pillar of the world.

That road was too tiring and too difficult!
This is also a major reason why, in the original timeline, after Zhu Yuanzhang established the Ming Dynasty, he did not allow his descendants to marry women from aristocratic families.

Even so, it's not just about maternal relatives.
Even so, there's the saying that Ming Dynasty emperors were easily soluble in water, and Jiajing Emperor was almost strangled to death by palace staff.

Theoretically speaking, no one can withstand the fighting style of these powerful families.

Even if you are invincible in the world, your son, grandson, and great-grandson are not.

A powerful family may fail countless times, but as long as it wins once and corrupts the person in that position, everything will return to the old order they are familiar with.

The problem is, Mo Yu, the hero, has absolutely no desire to sit in that position!
But then he slowly recited:

"Though countless eons pass, the deeds one has done will not perish. When the causes and conditions come together, one will reap the consequences!"

Confucius further told us that the hatred of killing one's father is irreconcilable. We should give up all our positions and lives and think about how to take revenge every day. When we sleep, we should hold a sword and use a shield as a pillow.

If you spot your father's killer on the street, there's no time to go back for your weapon or call for help; just go up and kill him!

"The Yuan Dynasty has been tyrannical for a century, and the powerful families of the world have aided and abetted its evil deeds! How can this enormous blood debt and boundless karma be settled with just a Zen Master's words of 'letting go'?"

"What I am doing now is merely to understand the karmic consequences in this world. I kill to protect life and to sever karma, not to kill people!"

The heroes of the group, Mo Yu, spoke calmly yet with a murderous intent.

Among the crowd, the spies from various powerful families turned deathly pale, their faces ashen.

Is this guy a lunatic? He's so bloodthirsty!

What good does it do you to help these peasants like this?
Wouldn't it be better if everyone could happily be superior and share the wealth of the poor?
I'll give you a maximum of 70%!
"Benefactor Mo, you come from Wudang and have mastered the essence of Zhang Zhenren's integration of the three teachings. I admire you. It's a pity... you've only learned half of it."

As Master Liaojin listened to Mo Yu quoting scriptures and classical texts, a hint of approval flashed in his eyes, which then turned into a deeper sense of helplessness:

Buddhism speaks of "emptiness," Taoism speaks of "Taiji," and Confucianism speaks of "the mean." In reality, these three teachings are talking about the same thing.

"A single yang cannot grow, a single yin cannot produce; excessive rigidity leads to breakage, excessive softness to bending."

“What you are doing now is so similar to the Qin Dynasty that swept across the land in the past.”

Its methods are rigid and lack flexibility, excessively cruel. While they may solve immediate problems, they also sow the seeds of greater future disaster.

"The people of the world should ultimately prioritize survival and development, rather than being immersed in hatred and thinking only of revenge."

If this continues, moral decay will inevitably lead to the collapse of order, and everyone will revert to barbarism!

The group of heroes, including Mo Yu, remained noncommittal.

He actually agreed with Zen Master Jin's theory.

Moreover, he has his own contingency plans on how to resolve the troubles brought about by the [Enmity Technique], but there is no need to explain them to outsiders at this moment.

He simply said:
“In chaotic times, harsh measures are necessary. After I have thoroughly cleansed the karmic entanglements accumulated over the past century, there will be further arrangements.”

"Amitabha……"

Master Liaojin thought he was just young and impetuous, unwilling to listen to advice, and was just making excuses to himself.

He sighed helplessly and said no more. He simply took a step forward and stood in front of the statue of the Ming King.

The meaning is quite obvious.

If reasoning fails, then force is the only option to stop the Dharma assembly from continuing.

However, at this moment, Wuxiang, the Shaolin monk who had been silent all along, spoke up.

He actually walked past Zen Master Liao Jin, crossed the invisible line of confrontation, and stood on the side of Han Lin'er and the others.

Mo Yu, one of the heroes, was neither surprised nor moved by the fact that the Zen Master of the Jin Sect was on the opposing side.

In any case, most Buddhist martial arts techniques do not focus on burst damage.

As for wrestling and attrition warfare, with his almost unlimited mana regeneration speed, he wouldn't be intimidated even if ten Zen Masters were to fight him in a gauntlet.

On the contrary, Wu Xiang's choice surprised him a little.

"Benefactor Mo has acted in accordance with the wrath of the enlightened king, overthrowing the tyranny of the Mongol Yuan dynasty and restoring the land of our Han people. This is a great act of righteousness, and I admire him greatly."

A steady voice, using a secret method of sound transmission, precisely reached his ears.

"The Demon Master Pang Ban is not to be underestimated. I have come here not to stop you, but to help you deal with that Demon Master. This is my personal action and has nothing to do with Shaolin."

The heroes understood.

What a holy monk, Wuxiang!
What a convenient excuse for saying "it has nothing to do with Shaolin"!
This both clarified their stance and left the sect with a way out.

Although we didn't actually need his help.

However, Mo Yu, one of the heroes, nodded slightly, acknowledging the favor.

With three against four, the White Lotus Sect's Celestial Master now had the upper hand.

However, when Mo Yu looked around, he could sense that there were many powerful beings lurking among the crowd and in the pavilions on both sides.

He couldn't be bothered to wait any longer.

"Who else? Come out now."

A simple sentence, yet it was accompanied by a vast, invisible wave that swept across the entire room like mercury spilling across the ground.

All the celestial masters hidden among the crowd froze, realizing they had already been exposed.

No sooner had the words left her lips than a captivatingly seductive voice rang out, drawing the attention of countless onlookers.

"Shan Yuru of the Heavenly Mandate Sect greets Your Majesty!"

A woman dressed in magnificent palace attire, with unparalleled beauty, led dozens of beautiful female disciples out from the crowd.

Beside her stood a stunningly beautiful woman with an even more mature and elegant demeanor—none other than Fu Yaohong, the previous leader of the Heavenly Mandate Sect!
What made everyone gasp even more was that as soon as Shan Yuru and Fu Yaohong appeared, they gracefully bowed to Mo Yu on the statue of the Ming King and performed a kneeling ceremony!
"See my lord!"

boom!
The crowd erupted in chaos!

"My God! Those...those are the leader and the previous leader of the Heavenly Mandate Sect?"

"The aura emanating from them... belongs to two Grandmasters of the Celestial Realm!"

"Two Grandmasters of Celestial Realm, both performing such a grand ceremony? How is this possible! Even if the Emperor of the Yuan Dynasty were here, he would not show such respect!"

Exclamations came and went.

This sensual and shocking scene was clearly more captivating and awe-inspiring to passersby than the debate between Jin and Mo Yu earlier!

"Hmph! The Heavenly Mandate Cult? A bunch of vixens who only know how to seduce kings! Heretics!"

A cold snort broke the commotion.

A middle-aged man dressed in fine clothes, looking like a scholar, stepped forward from the crowd, glanced at Shan Yuru with disdain, and then stood beside Master Jin.

"I am Xiang Cangsong, greetings to the Zen Master and fellow practitioners. To associate with such demons and evil spirits is a testament to their character! Today, we act on behalf of Heaven and should eradicate these evil spirits and heretics!"

His family was a renowned scholarly family in Jiangnan, with a long tradition of poetry and literature, so naturally they were on the White Lotus Sect's list of targets for elimination.

As for whether his family was truly as upright and honest as he claimed... well, this was the late Yuan Dynasty, and landlords were supposed to help the Yuan court collect taxes.

In this situation, every single one of them that can maintain its prosperity is clean!
As soon as Xiang Cangsong finished speaking, another commotion broke out in the crowd.

"Ugh……"

A gaunt old man, reeking of alcohol, staggered out carrying a gourd of wine.

He tilted his head back and gulped down a large mouthful of wine, his face filled with helplessness and frustration.
"Leng Bieqing greets everyone. I'm sorry, young man..."

He didn't want to come, and he certainly didn't want to make a move against Mo Yu, whose actions were exactly to his liking.

For a swordsman, life should be about enjoying the pleasures of life and seeking revenge, so he admired Mo Yu's approach.

But... there's no way around it, favors are the hardest to repay.

'Old Swordsman' Leng Bieqing did not stand beside anyone. He simply found an open space and used his ancient sword as a cane to make his stance clear.

Immediately afterwards, a stern-faced man in blue robes carrying a scroll on his back stepped out and stood silently beside Xiang Cangsong.

"The Danqing School, with its chivalrous spirit and cold soul."

Someone whispered his name.

Everyone understood.

In any era, it's easy to imagine who could afford such a refined hobby as painting.

Masterpieces are always created by spending a lot of money.

The atmosphere grew increasingly tense. "Hehehe... What a grand scene! Let's join in the fun!"

The notorious "poisonous hand" Qian Luo, known throughout the underworld, let out a chilling laugh and emerged from the shadows.

He did not take sides, but simply stood in front of the statue of the Ming King, his aura was so strong that he had already reached the Great Perfection of the Celestial Realm, only a step away from the Immortal.

Accompanying him was a fat monk with bare chest and a string of skull prayer beads around his neck, none other than the infamous "Red Xuan Buddha".

Subsequently, arriving together were the notorious "Ten Evil Manor Lords" Tan Yingshou and "Free and Unfettered Sect Master" Mo Yixian.

"Spear and Shovel in Double Flight," Zhan Yu, wielding unusual weapons, followed closely behind.

In the blink of an eye, the Celestial Masters who stood in front of the statue of the Bright King had completely overwhelmed their opponents in terms of numbers!

The Pure Mind Zen School is a secluded and supreme sect, led by Master Liaojin!

The "ageless immortals" of the Changbai School, achieving perfect harmony between heaven and man!

Zhuang Jie, the "Nine Fingers of Fragrance" of the Xining School; Qian Luo, the "Poison Hand" gangster; Leng Bieqing, the "Ancient Sword Master"; and Hong Xuanfo, four Grandmasters of the Celestial Realm!
In addition, there are five more minor Celestial Realm cultivators: Han Po, Xiang Cangsong, Tan Yingshou, Mo Yixian, and Zhan Yu!
A total of eleven Celestial-level powerhouses!
This doesn't even include those petty villains hiding in the shadows, who haven't yet shown themselves.

In contrast, behind the group of heroes, Mo Yu, there were only five other Celestial Masters besides him: Han Lin'er, Shangguan Fei, Shan Yuru, Fu Yaohong, and Abbess Miejue, most of whom were at the initial stage of the Celestial Master realm.

Although the holy monk Wuxiang sided with the White Lotus Sect, he also made it clear that he was only there to deal with Pang Ban.

The disparity in numbers between the two sides is extreme!
In a private room on the third floor of the Guanlan Restaurant.

"Master!"

Qin Mengyao's cool gaze shifted to Yan Jing'an, the meaning in her eyes couldn't be clearer—

It's time for us to get on the field!
However, Yan Jing'an remained seated quietly, her hand holding the teacup trembling slightly, a few drops of clear tea spilling out and leaving a small water stain on her plain skirt.

A master of unparalleled skill, yet he can't even hold a cup of tea properly!
Yan Jing'an was extremely conflicted.

On one side is the lord she has chosen, the man destined to determine the future of Cihang Jingzhai.

On the other side are most of the 'righteous path' in the world, and countless old sects that have intricate connections with Jingzhai.

How should we proceed with this step?

Seeing this, Qin Mengyao said no more.

Without the slightest hesitation, the figure in cyan leaped out of the third-floor window like a swallow, her clothes fluttering, and gracefully landed towards the heavily besieged center.

Her inner swordsmanship told her where she should stand at this moment!
"Junior sister!"

Jin Bingyun was shocked and reached out to stop him, but only managed to grab a blurry image.

She stared blankly at that resolute figure walking away, her heart filled with turbulent emotions.

Only now did she truly understand the important place that man called "Lord" held in the heart of her junior sister, whose heart was as pure as a sword and untouched by worldly affairs!

And it was in the private room next to this restaurant.

Li Shanchang held his wine cup, looking down at the scene downstairs, and at the fact that only Qin Mengyao from Cihang Jingzhai had come down, a sinister smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Hehe... As the saying goes, those who follow the right path will find many helpers, while those who stray from it will find few. When one follows the right path to the utmost, the world will follow; when one strays from the right path to the utmost, even one's own relatives and friends will turn against one."

This Mo Yu has acted against all reason and law, incurring the wrath of heaven and the resentment of the people. He has become an enemy of the world, and today is his death day!

The Zen Master Liaojin was someone he painstakingly invited through Liaowu, the leader of Zhu Yuanzhang's eighteen shadow guards.

In his view, this game was already a sure win.

However, Zhu Yuanzhang, who was standing beside him, just squinted and remained silent.

As destined enemies, and burdened with the grudge of being seriously injured, his relationship with Mo Yu was already one of irreconcilable conflict.

Logically speaking, seeing Mo Yu in such a desperate situation, he should have been gloating and applauding.

But for some reason, watching those high-ranking aristocratic families, those so-called righteous sects, unite with a group of evil heretics to besiege that young Taoist who dared to declare war on the entire old world...

This commoner from Huaixi, who came from a background of cowherd, seemed to have a fire burning in his heart.

I'm not happy, I'm fucking unhappy!
Just as the immortal immortals and others were growing stronger, and their faces gradually revealed smug smiles of confidence, the immortal immortals and others were beginning to show signs of victory.

"Tread! Tread! Tread!"

The rapid and unrestrained sound of horses' hooves approached from afar, like rolling thunder!

"Hahahaha! What a spectacle! So many people attacking one person, what kind of heroes are they!"

Amidst wild laughter, a man with a spear rode up on horseback!

The newcomer was tall and straight like a spear, with a handsome yet sinister face, long hair flying wildly, and an aura of unruly arrogance that looked down on the world!

"I originally wanted to find an opportunity to fight you, Mo Yu, fair and square! But since so many demons and monsters want to make things difficult for you, then I, Li Ruohai, will naturally stand on your side and help you out first! After dealing with these bastards, I will then have a showdown with you!"

At this moment, 'Evil Spirit' Li Ruohai is in the prime of his youth, full of heroic spirit, no less so than he will be in the future.

Behind him followed two burly men wielding long swords. Their auras were powerful and vigorous, and although they had not yet condensed into true qi, they were not far off. They were clearly fierce generals who had survived countless battles on the battlefield.

In the crowd, Zhou Zhiruo looked at one of the burly men and felt that he looked somewhat familiar.

Han Lin'er's phoenix eyes lit up, and she spoke first:
"Zhiruo, isn't that Chang Yuchun? I remember him; he used to be one of your father's fierce generals!"

"Brother Chang?"

After this reminder, Zhou Zhiruo finally remembered.

Yes, this is Chang Yuchun, who risked his life to protect her and her brother from the flames of war when they were young!

I never expected him to be alive!

In an instant, memories flooded my mind like a tidal wave.

She thought of her father, Zhou Ziwang; of the hardships they endured along the Han River; of Zhang Zhenren of Wudang Mountain who saved her; and of the pale-faced boy suffering from a cold poison…

His name seems to be... Zhang Wuji.

I wonder if the cold poison in his body has healed, and whether he is still alive in this world.

"Achoo—!"

In the crowd, a boy who looked to be about the same age as Mo Yu, who was craning his neck to watch the excitement, suddenly sneezed loudly for no apparent reason.

"Strange, who's talking about me?"

He rubbed his nose, muttered something, and his gaze swept across the room, only to suddenly freeze.

Two familiar figures were walking from the other side of the crowd toward the center of the battlefield.

"Huh? That's... Second Martial Uncle! And Third Martial Uncle?! His leg... His leg is healed?!"

Having just mastered the Nine Yang Divine Skill and escaped his predicament, Zhang Wuji never expected to see his long-lost relatives here. Overjoyed, he almost shouted out loud.

After being taught the "Dual-Handed Technique" by the hero Mo Yu, Yu Daiyan took some time to return to Wudang and completely healed his legs. He seemed to sense something and vaguely heard a familiar voice.

But when he looked in the direction of the sound, he only saw a crowd of people and a deafening noise. That familiar feeling was instantly drowned out.

"What's wrong, Third Brother?"

Yu Lianzhou noticed his movements.

Yu Daiyan was about to say something, but the words caught in his throat, and he swallowed them back, ultimately settling on a single sentence:
"It's alright. The things Master instructed are important; we can talk about other things later."

He sighed inwardly: 'Perhaps I miss Wuji too much... Fifth brother, senior brother, I have never hated you...'

Yu Lianzhou did not ask any further questions.

He was upright and incorruptible, hated evil as if it were his enemy, and created the "Tiger Claw Extinction Hand".

He wholeheartedly agreed with and admired Mo Yu's ruthless act of seeking revenge and settling scores!

Seeing his most outstanding third-generation disciple being besieged by a group of so-called "reputable sects," he was already seething with anger.

Without further hesitation, he raised an ancient longsword in his hand, gathered his strength, and his voice, like a booming bell, resounded throughout the city!
"Yu Lianzhou of Wudang, by order of his master Zhang Sanfeng, bestows this 'True Martial Sword' upon Mo Yu, a third-generation disciple of Wudang!"

The moment those words were spoken, the entire room fell silent!

You can hear a pin drop!

All eyes, whether friend or foe, good or evil, froze on the sword that Yu Lianzhou held high!
Wu-Tang?

Zhang Zhenren?
Even he, in his old age, approved of Mo Yu's cruel and ruthless actions?!
If these two, master and disciple, were to join forces... who in this world would dare to stand in their way? Who could possibly stop them?!

Even Mo Yu, a chivalrous figure who was usually calm and composed even in the face of a collapsing mountain, showed surprise on his face.

He had already guessed what his grandmaster had been doing all this time. He thought that if his master could help suppress the guy in the Taiji Xuan Coffin and prevent him from causing trouble, that would be the greatest help to him.

But to their utter surprise, they received a divine assist from him at this very moment.

Mo Yu, one of the heroes, flashed to the ground and respectfully bowed to the two Wudang elders before him.
"Disciple Mo Yu greets Second Martial Uncle and Third Martial Uncle."

Yu Lianzhou and Yu Daiyan looked at their young disciple, who had already stirred up the world and whose prestige was no less than that of their master, and who still bowed so deeply to them under the watchful eyes of thousands, showing respect for their teacher. They were both extremely gratified.

Yu Lianzhou stepped forward and patted his shoulder forcefully:

"Good! Good lad! It's only because your second uncle is useless that I haven't been able to step into the Celestial Realm yet, otherwise I would definitely stand shoulder to shoulder with you and let's test the mettle of the heroes of this world! Let's fight until the heavens and earth are turned upside down!"

"hiss--"

Yu Lianzhou rubbed his hands, which were red from the heat, and grimaced.

"You little brat, now you're someone I can't even touch."

The chivalrous Mo Yu was helpless. Facing so many celestial masters, he definitely had to build up his energy in advance. Otherwise, if he waited until the fight started to build up his energy, he might really suffer a defeat.

Having gone through many changes, Yu Daiyan's temperament had become increasingly calm, but upon seeing Mo Yu, who had healed him, he was overjoyed, yet he still remembered his important task:
"Senior brother, the sword."

Yu Lianzhou then stopped joking and solemnly presented the sword to Mo Yu with both hands:
"This sword is named 'True Martial.' It was forged by my master himself and is no less powerful than any divine weapon in the world!"

The heroes, including Mo Yu, stood solemnly and solemnly extended their hands.

The moment I got my hands on it, I could feel the subtle flow of the true essence of Tai Chi within!
He immediately understood his master's meaning and extracted a set of techniques from this profound message—

Tai Chi Divine Skill!

The Tai Chi Divine Skill that he had been longing for was delivered to him by his grandmaster in this way before he could even ask for it.

In the mind of the chivalrous Mo Yu, he couldn't help but recall the slovenly fat old man by the cold pool behind the mountain who always liked to steal his grilled fish.

A warm feeling welled up in my heart.

'As expected of Grand Tutor... still so protective of his own...'

With the True Martial Sword, a divine weapon passed down through generations, containing the [True Meaning of Tai Chi], coupled with his supreme talent and his foundation in Wudang martial arts, he was able to achieve his goal.

In just a moment, he had thoroughly mastered the entire technique.

Immediately afterwards, in front of many experts, he began to reconstruct the meridians in his body.

With the Tai Chi Divine Skill as a buffer, the Nine Yin Manual, which he had already read countless times, also came to mind.

Within the triple Nine Yang structure within the body, the Wudang Nine Yang and Emei Nine Yang complement each other, each extending out an 'interface' to support these two martial arts.

A sudden realization flashed in the eyes of the chivalrous Mo Yu:
"The Shaolin Nine Yang should also have a corresponding divine-level martial art, the Yi Jin Jing!"

The techniques were not arbitrarily altered. The technique that allowed Master Wuse to fill the gap in his Nine Yang Divine Skill must be no less powerful than the Nine Yang Divine Skill.

If the techniques aren't at the same level, you can't compensate for it even if you want to.

(End of this chapter)