Anime Crossover: This Holy Lord Only Wants Friendly Communication

They weren't even thugs; at most, they were just servants who served tea and water.

At least that's how it appears to the Holy Lord.

Shendu himself looked down on the level and strength of the Shadow Ninja, and in his prime, what couldn't Shendu do?

Using magic is even easier than using shadow magic!

Their only advantage lies in their ability to traverse the Shadow Kingdom, which is why they are valued by the Holy Lord.

It's still good for delivering letters and running errands.

However, just because the Holy Lord doesn't like it doesn't mean Jiang Shinian doesn't!

He needs these valuable errand-running assets right now—

After all, they can do anything except fight.

It would be best to send them all to search for lost treasures, magical books, and the like all over the world.

"But before the bull-snatching talisman was done, why would so many elderly women need help crossing the road?"

Jiang pondered for a moment, and then, inspired by something, suddenly had a good idea.

"The description only says that the task can be repeated, but it doesn't say that you have to help a thousand old ladies cross the street!"

"Then I'll just help each old lady up a thousand times and that'll be fine!"

Jiang Shinian's bloodshot eyes intensified, and his heart gradually became... no, excited.

So this is the correct way to use the system!

"Hehehehehe! Cough cough!"

Jiang Shinian, who couldn't help but laugh again, quickly coughed, "No, why do I look so wicked when I laugh now..."

Still chuckling?

Isn't that the kind of laughter only a major villain would have?! He's the man who's going to build bridges of friendly communication with all the worlds!

"Could I be affected by Shendu's body? Holy crap! Could Shendu's soul still be in this body?"

Jiang Shinian felt uneasy. He examined his body internally but found nothing.

In the end, he had no choice but to temporarily give up thinking about where the original Holy Lord had gone.

Ultimately, what he needs to do now is to continuously strengthen himself by leveraging the power of the system!

Once it reaches a point where even the old man can't do anything about it, what kind of storm can a mere Holy Lord's soul stir up with the power of talismans and other worlds?

"The Holy Lord tampered with the mask, allowing it to forcibly extract its power to manipulate his henchmen. So, I have no idea whether these shadowy figures are truly loyal to me or simply forced to obey because of the mask."

"Moreover, I now have control over the mask, and with the wear and tear on the mask's seal over the years, the number of ninjas I can control is even smaller."

"I hope the shadow ninja rewarded by the system is in a shape completely my own."

These thousand shadowy ninjas only require him to help an old lady cross the street a thousand times, which is very simple, so Jiang Shinian naturally could not refuse this task.

"Alright, shadows, go! Do as I say!"

The shadowy figures who remained here were also dispatched by Jiang Shinian.

This time, the target is the Bull Warrior!

And the old lady.

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Mexico.

In a small town.

A young man in a blue shirt stood at the street corner, wearing a cowboy hat, talking incessantly to a little girl in front of him.

"Xiaoyu!" The man's tone was serious yet tinged with helplessness.

Looking at his quirky niece, Jackie Chan felt a headache coming on.

"You must remember what I said. Unless it is absolutely necessary, you cannot be so competitive as you are now, understand? You should be more humble. Being too aggressive is not good."

"Ah, yes, yes!"

Xiaoyu was also wearing a large cowboy hat, which was completely mismatched with her small body.

Faced with Jackie Chan's lecture, Xiaoyu smiled and said with an expression that said, "You're right, I agree with everything you say."

"So, Uncle Long, if you see a strongman charging at you in the wrestling ring, trying to knock you off the stage with one punch, that's a last resort! Shouldn't you fight back? You should knock him down too! That way, he won't knock you down."

Jade looked at her Uncle Long with anticipation, hoping he would agree to participate in the wrestling match she and Parker had agreed upon.

This Parker is a little boy she met here today.

That guy said his idol, Bull Warrior, was invincible.

Xiaoyu didn't believe it at all.

Having experienced the chicken talisman incident before, Xiaoyu believed that her Uncle Long was the most awesome, so she directly refuted him.

As a result, neither of the two children would give in, and they argued for quite a while.

It turned out that both sides were shameless, and neither could win an argument.

That's how the wrestling match tonight was arranged.

They wanted to put their idols to the test on the field and see who could defeat whom!

"Uh......"

Jackie Chan was speechless for a moment, then shook his head helplessly.

"Xiaoyu, as long as I don't go into the ring, I won't encounter a strongman who can beat me down!"

He let out a deep breath: "I've already told you, don't have so many strange ideas in your head, Xiaoyu! Why not be a quiet and lovely little girl, stay at home and do your homework? Isn't that great!"

Chapter 14: The Talisman on the Mask?

"Doing homework?"

Xiaoyu raised her eyebrows and then revealed her signature fake smile.

"Of course I'll do my homework, but since you don't have anything planned for tonight, Uncle Long, why don't you go and participate, okay?"

She grabbed Jackie Chan's leg and started to act coquettishly.

"I bet Parker you'll beat that Bull Warrior who never washes his mask on the court!"

“How can someone never wash their mask?” Jackie Chan couldn’t persuade Jade at all. He grabbed the gladiator poster from her hand. “Besides, I’m fine! We came here to find the talisman!”

“Dad said that the talisman must never fall into the hands of bad people, we…” Jackie Chan was about to start rambling, but when he unfolded the promotional poster and looked at the burly man wearing a bull's head mask, he suddenly paused.

Xiaoyu rubbed her head against Jackie Chan's lap, saying, "Dad only said the talisman is in Mexico, but this place is so big, isn't that way out of the world? We definitely can't find it on our own!"

"Well, but maybe it's right in front of us?" Jackie Chan's eyes didn't blink.

"What?" Xiaoyu was stunned and looked up.

Seeing that Jackie Chan was staring at the poster she handed him, she couldn't help but move her feet and look at it from another direction.

The poster depicted a dark-skinned man with a mask covering his head and a rather muscular build.

"This is the Bull Warrior! But what happened to him? Uncle Long, have you decided to fight him?"

"Yes, huh? Yes what? No!" Jackie Chan was about to nod when he suddenly realized something.

He pointed to the center of the bull warrior's mask, where an octagonal stone was inlaid, with a wild bull depicted in a few simple strokes.

"It's here! A talisman!"

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evening.

At the entrance to the arena.

The crowd was huge, with many people dressed in outlandish costumes to watch the game.

Xiaoyu was standing to the side waiting for Jackie Chan to buy tickets when she suddenly called out, "Hey, Uncle Jackie!"

"what happened?"

Jackie Chan was driven crazy by his niece, but he had no choice but to patiently ask her questions.

"I just think you should go and fight that bull warrior tonight," Xiaoyu pouted innocently. "After all, you're good at kung fu, aren't you?"

"Kung Fu isn't for fighting, Xiaoyu."

Jackie Chan patiently persuaded her, handed the money to the ticket seller, and then took out two tickets from the window.

He handed one of the cards to Xiaoyu, and then said helplessly, "Don't keep having these strange thoughts popping into your head. Kung Fu is for protecting yourself, not for causing trouble."

at the same time.

A short distance behind the two, several people dressed in brightly colored robes were staring intently at them.

Tru's figure was the most prominent among them, incredibly robust, and impossible to be obscured by any pedestrian.

And in front of Tru.

Ah Fen and La Su, one dressed in a green robe and the other in a red robe, looked like tomatoes stir-fried with green peppers.

Standing there, he felt out of place.

Both of them wore large straw hats, trying to blend into the revelry.

"So Jackie Chan is a sports fan!" Ah Fen exclaimed in surprise as he watched Jackie Chan bring his young niece to a wrestling match.

"what."

Rasu's voice sounded hoarse and deep, and he had a band-aid on his nose, the purpose of which was unclear.

He looked at Afen and said disdainfully, "Everyone knows the wrestling is fake."

Tru stood there, remaining silent.

His cold gaze remained fixed on Jackie Chan and Jade, his only thought being to complete the task assigned by his master as quickly as possible.

"Uncle Long~ Since we're already here, why don't we give it a try? Maybe you'll even be on TV and become a wrestling star!"