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

Chapter 471 Sanzhen Moyu greets the Supreme Being of Wangchuan!
The sun and moon are in the same world.

The Three True Dharma Gates, the Second Dharma Palace.

Mo Yu looked at the pile of broken copper and scrap iron that had appeared in the room at some unknown time and fell into deep thought.

Well, to be precise, it's a pile of broken magical artifacts.

The broken flying sword's spiritual light was dim and unclear; the shattered mirror's remaining parts were also blurry, unable to reflect any human image; there was also a withered gourd, a broken-stringed zither, and various other unidentifiable objects.
Without exception, they all exuded an aura of "I'm expensive, but I'm broken".

"What is this pile of stuff?"

Mo Yu rubbed his slightly swollen temples.

It's easy to guess that Qin Shi probably used his identity to cause this trouble.

That's understandable.

After all, for a researcher like Qin Shi, having come all this way, it would be worse than death if he didn't thoroughly study the magical artifact system of this world.

It's understandable, but it's also troublesome.

"hey-hey!"

A petite figure wearing oversized work clothes ran in carrying a large pile of "junk".

Hu Dasheng casually tossed the newly arrived "garbage" onto the scrap mountain, making a loud "whoosh" sound.

After finishing all this, she dusted off her hands, turned around, and looked at Mo Yu with her big, expectant eyes.

“Master of the Pavilion…” Mo Yu’s eye twitched involuntarily.

The current owner of Qianji Hall is a true "grandmother" figure, who is of the same generation as the patriarch Haoguang of the Sanzhen Famen.

"You...you really think I'm the Immortal Lord of All Laws in the Mortal World, don't you?"

Hu Dasheng tilted his head, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

It's as if to say: What else?

A sixteen-year-old with great supernatural powers over causality ignores the law of causality and travels upstream against the river of time.

You're even more outrageous than the Immortal Lord of the Myriad Laws of the Mortal World!

"Cough cough!"

Mo Yu felt a chill run down her spine from being stared at.

This is troublesome, really too troublesome.

So, he decisively chose to give up, his tone sincere and his expression genuine:
"Master, to be honest, I've only been studying ritual implements for less than two and a half years. I really don't know how to repair these things."

That's half true. He's only been cultivating for two and a half years, and he's been in contact with magical artifacts for even less time.

However, Hu Dasheng didn't believe his story at all, and the air instantly turned cold.

She put her hands on her hips, leaned forward slightly, and put on a fierce expression, smiling sinisterly:

"Heh heh, don't give me that! You can fix the 'Hundred-Fine Silk Ball' with ease, and now you're telling me you don't know how to repair magical artifacts? Little Mo Yu, do you think I'm that idiot Hai Shan?"

"Hmm, I really don't understand."

Mo Yu turned his head away, his tone incredibly decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

"Then why are you turning your head away? Look me in the eye, you little brat!"

Tiger was so angry that his horsetail almost stood up.

She has never seen such a shameless person!
It's important to know that the "Hundred-Fairy Silk Ball" is no ordinary magical artifact.

Even now, when Hu Dasheng thinks about it, it still feels like a dream.

This thing can be said to be the crown jewel of their Thousand Machines Pavilion. It is a peerless treasure that no one in the entire Thousand Machines Pavilion has been able to replicate since it was created by the first pavilion master, who was also the Immortal Lord who tried to play with magic.

The owners of the Thousand Machines Hall throughout the ages could only perform routine maintenance on this magical artifact, barely keeping it in operation.

As for thoroughly understanding its internal structure, or being able to repair it to its original condition after major damage... that's simply a pipe dream.

Not to mention remaking it, I was completely clueless.

But just now, Qin Shi Moyu came to find Hu Dasheng, saying that he was very interested in the crafting of magical artifacts at Qianji Pavilion and wanted to study them.

At that time, Hu Dasheng looked at this exceptionally talented junior and decided to tease this "junior brother of the Three Truths Sect".

'The kid has good talent, but he's still young. He needs to be taught a lesson.'

So, out of "kindness," she gave the past a used, cracked basil ball.

"Little Moyu, didn't you want to study magical artifacts?"

Tiger Rope said at the time, "Look, this is it. If you can figure this out, you'll understand all the magical artifacts in our museum, including those in the world of supernatural powers!"

Her intention was simply to see what kind of embarrassed expression this little guy would have when faced with this priceless treasure that had baffled the past masters of the Thousand Machines Pavilion.

The results of it?
Qin Shi Moyu simply held the silk ball and studied it carefully for a moment, his brows furrowed as if he were thinking about something.

then……

Right under Hu Dasheng's nose, he used the Three Truths Borrowing Treasures Method to repair the Hundred Laws Silk Ball.

And it was all handmade, without any magic tricks or tools.

Tiger Rope, who had only intended to play a prank, was completely dumbfounded.

"No... Dude? I was just kidding, why did you take it seriously?! This thing has been unsolvable for thousands of years, and you just... fixed it?!"

After a brief moment of shock.

Hu Dasheng had a sudden inspiration, and his eyes gleamed with shrewdness.

She suddenly realized that this was a brilliant opportunity!

Back then, the patriarch Gongsun Ling of the Three Truths School accidentally discovered Jiang Mingzi's extraordinary talent for magical artifacts during his youth.

Then he gave all the broken magical artifacts from the past generations of the Three Truths Sect, whose magical spirits had fallen into slumber and were on the verge of extinction, to Jiang Mingzi to repair.

Xiao Jiang Mingzi spent his entire life cultivating magical artifacts, and in the end, he managed to cultivate a peerless immortal lord of all laws throughout history!

Therefore, the clever and resourceful Tiger Rope Pavilion Master immediately decided to follow the example of the Three Truths.

She immediately took out all the magical artifacts left in the Thousand Machine Hall, as well as the magical artifacts that the patriarchs of the Three Truths School had left with them, which were in a terrible state due to various reasons.

There are over a hundred items right now placed in front of Mo Yu!
"These magical artifacts are too difficult to repair." Mo Yu glanced at them and immediately had second thoughts.

With his discerning eye, he could naturally see that without exception, all of these magical artifacts were once the natal magical artifacts of those who had sought the Dharma with great supernatural powers.

Think about it too.

With the most advanced weapon-refining technology in the world, even they couldn't refine the natal magic treasures of these powerful seekers of magic.

Repairing this thing is not just a technical issue; more importantly, it requires a tremendous amount of mental effort to reverse-engineer and understand the Dao and Dharma left behind by the original owner in the artifact.

This is incredibly troublesome!
Mo Yu estimated that if he were really to handle this, even if it were him, he wouldn't have time to do anything else for the next hundred days or so.

He didn't want to deal with these scraps every day.

Therefore, Mo Yu directly and firmly refused.

"This disciple is of limited talent and ability, and is truly unable to do this job."

Seeing that he was unyielding, Hu Dasheng's smile became even more "kind".

"You might fool that idiot Haishan, but you can't fool me! I'm Hu Dasheng, the witty and sophisticated dandy!"

She stood with her hands on her hips, puffing out her chest, as if trying to overwhelm Mo Yu with her presence.
"You are sixteen years old now, and the final battle of cause and effect will be in 25 years, which is seven years from now. In other words, you will have already achieved the degree of 'Great Supernatural Power' by the age of twenty-three at the latest!"

"This speed is more than ten years ahead of the first master of our Thousand Machines Hall, who is also the famous patriarch Jiang Mingzi of your Three Truths Sect!"

"With such talent, you're telling me you can't repair magical artifacts? Who would believe that!" Then, she changed the subject, pointing to the pile of broken, cough, damaged magical artifacts.

"Look at these! These are all treasures left behind by the patriarchs of your Three Truths Sect! Can you bear to watch your patriarch's hard work turn into a pile of scrap metal? Aren't you afraid that your unworthy grand-disciple will come and kick down your door in the middle of the night?"

Tiger Rope's mouth has always been very venomous.

However, considering the complex relationship between Qianji Hall and the Sanzhen Dharma Gate, it is acceptable to refer to it as a branch of the Sanzhen Dharma Gate.

As the current head of the Thousand Machines Hall, Hu Dasheng is of the same generation as the Haoguang Ancestor of the Three True Methods a hundred years ago, making him Mo Yu's true ancestor.

If Hai Shan were to say this, it might not be appropriate.

But if Hu Dasheng had said those words, Mo Yu really couldn't say anything.

After all, the person in front of us is the true patriarch!
"Tsk,"

Mo Yu clicked his tongue in exasperation, then muttered under his breath:
"Tsk, if some ancestor were to jump out and kick my door in the middle of the night instead of staying in his grave properly... he'd probably become a 'spiritual corpse'."

"According to the fine tradition of our Three Truths School of Buddhism of 'betraying one's master and destroying one's ancestors,' we should just kill him on the spot..."

"Forehead"

Hu Dasheng was slightly taken aback.

She tilted her head, stroking her smooth chin, and actually began to seriously consider Mo Yu's train of thought, muttering to herself:
"That seems to be true... If an ancestor who's already in his grave were to jump out and kick down the door in the middle of the night, it would really be a case of a corrupted corpse coming to haunt him. According to the rules, he should indeed be beheaded to prevent him from causing trouble in the world."

She didn't find anything wrong with what Mo Yu said at all; on the contrary, she thought he made a lot of sense.

It can only be said that in this world where the Dharma corpses and the seekers of the Dharma have been fighting each other like prey and hunter for thousands of years, everyone's way of thinking is simply too insane.

Seeing that he had gotten caught in the tiger's rope, Mo Yu immediately seized the opportunity, slipped away, and made a quick getaway!
Hu Dasheng reacted instantly, and was not about to let him go. He immediately rushed forward.

"Halt! You unfilial grand-disciple!"

Mo Yu instantly transformed into a cloud of mist and vanished, leaving only one sentence in the room:

"I suddenly remembered that I have important matters to attend to. These magical artifacts... I will definitely come back to deal with them after I finish this!"

"Deal with you my ass! Get back here!"

Hu Dasheng was furious, but Mo Yu was too fast. She plunged into the wormhole and disappeared in an instant, leaving Hu Dasheng alone, jumping up and down in frustration.

Work?

It's impossible for me to work, I'll never work in my life!

This kind of arduous and tiring technical work should be left until Qin Shi has some free time to handle it.

Anyway, there are still seven years until the final battle of cause and effect.

This "tiny" magical artifact... will be repaired sooner or later.

If it's not finished, I can just stop time in this world and come back when Qin Shi is finished.

Mo Yu found a sufficient reason for herself in her heart.

Then, happily, they floated away from Penglai Island.

A sweep of his divine sense drew him to a blood-red figure.

"she is."

……

In the evening, the lanterns are lit.

A figure stands quietly atop the ancient boundary marker inscribed with the words "Beyond the Shore Mountain".

A long wind howled, brushing against her cascading black hair and blowing through her wide, blood-red coat, making the hem of her coat flutter loudly.

"Where should we go next?"

She looked down at the world below the mountain, her eyes, which should have been bright and spirited, were filled with an overwhelming sense of confusion and loneliness.

At the foot of the mountain lies a bustling town.

As night falls, warm lights, like stars scattered across the earth, light up one after another.

Wisps of smoke, carrying the aroma of food, mingled with the laughter of children and the shouts of adults, drifted leisurely up the mountaintop on the evening breeze.

The sound, the light, the smell—all were filled with an alluring warmth that belonged to "life."

On the mountaintop where she stood, there was only the sound of the wind, the gradually cooling rocks, and an endless, bone-chilling silence.

Looking at the couples hurrying by, Shangguan Xiao's eyes revealed an undisguised envy and longing.

"Everyone's... busy going home for dinner."

She murmured softly, her voice carried away by the wind.

"It's so good to have a home."

However, after this brief yearning for the simple pleasures of life, what followed was a hunger deep within her body, a hunger that almost consumed her reason and belonged to the instincts of a mortal corpse.

That was an extreme thirst for life!
"Speaking of which, I'm a little hungry too."

She slowly raised her right hand, opening her palm. "How long... has it been since you last took a life?"

Sixty days? Or fifty days?
I can't remember anymore.

"How much longer can I...hold on?"

Under her gaze, the rosy complexion of the living and the bluish-black death aura unique to the corpse alternated on her right palm.

Once someone has become a corpse of the Dharma, their inevitable downfall is inevitable, without exception.

But she had a reason to live!

Shangguan Xiao clenched his fist tightly, suppressing that throbbing and longing back into the deepest part of his body.

at this time.

"Shangguan Xiao?"

A calm voice suddenly rang out from behind.

Shangguan Xiao's pupils contracted!
Without turning back, his body blurred instantly, turning into a red afterimage.

"Shh-!"

In the blink of an eye, he appeared on another rock dozens of feet away, creating a safe distance between himself and the newcomer.

When she stood up again, she looked warily at the young Taoist who had somehow appeared in her original spot.

My heart was filled with surging waves of shock!

"who are you?"

Shangguan Xiao's voice was clear and cold, and his narrow phoenix eyes, marked with crimson eyeshadow, were extremely solemn.

Even though she has lost a fraction of her former strength, she was once a prominent figure who stood at the pinnacle of an era!

To be able to appear behind her so silently, without her noticing at all...

The one who comes can only be a person with great supernatural powers!
Moreover, he is one of the strongest among them!
Mo Yu's figure had appeared there at some point, seemingly out of nowhere.

He bowed slightly to Shangguan Xiao in the distance, showing the respect due to a junior:

“The Three Truths Dharma Gate, the 220th generation disciple, Mo Yu.”

"I have met you, Supreme Lord of the River of Oblivion!"

(End of this chapter)