Quick Transmigration: Learning Makes Me Improve

On the sea east of Dahang City.

The sky was clear and the air was crisp, perfect for... well, I mean, for fighting.

Ye Zhen and Zhao Kaiming stood in mid-air, dozens of feet apart.

A gentle sea breeze blew, ruffling Ye Zhen's long hair.

He tossed his head in a cool manner.

"Zhao Kaiming, it's not too late for you to beg for mercy now."

"I am magnanimous. As long as you agree to be my subordinate from now on, I won't mind your sneak attack."

Zhao Kaiming paused for a moment.

"Are we still going to fight? This makes people think we're just padding our word count."

Ye Zhen: "..."

He stopped talking nonsense.

The golden ghost realm exploded with a roar.

The sea surface was pressed down and dented, forming a huge arc with a diameter of several hundred meters.

Before the waves could even splash, they were crushed into a fine mist by some supernatural force.

Seabirds within a radius of several kilometers froze instantly and fell from the sky.

It was already lifeless before it even reached the sea.

"Sword, come!"

Ye Zhen roared.

The right hand is loosely clenched.

Golden light condensed into an ancient longsword in his palm.

The sword is entirely golden, and the hilt is engraved with two ancient seal characters: "Invincible".

Zhao Kaiming couldn't help but chuckle.

That bastard Ye Zhen.

They actually used ghosts and demons to create this kind of empty, pretentious stuff.

That sword was a supernatural weapon, originally hidden in his ghostly realm.

But this makes it seem like he can summon supreme imperial weapons out of thin air.

Tsk tsk.

However, with a sword in hand, Ye Zhen's aura suddenly soared to its peak.

Her cloak fluttered in the wind, and her long hair stood on end.

A golden phantom, tens of feet tall, faintly appeared behind him, mimicking his sword-wielding posture.

"This sword strike is called—Creation of Heaven!"

Ye Zhen said loudly.

The sword light slashed down.

The sea was cleaved in two by this sword.

The seawater surged to both sides, revealing a bottomless ravine.

Under eerie pressure, the silt and reefs on the seabed emitted a teeth-grinding cracking sound.

The sword light had not yet arrived.

The sea beneath Zhao Kaiming's feet had already exploded, creating a hole tens of meters in diameter under the pressure of the invisible sword energy.

Zhao Kaiming saw this.

Slowly raise your right hand, spreading your five fingers.

A barrier woven from countless gray-white rope shadows appeared out of thin air in front of me.

Layer upon layer.

Every single rope shadow trembled slightly.

The sword light struck the rope net as if a blade were cutting into a wad of soaked cotton.

The rope net was pressed inward by the sword light, but not a single rope broke.

"This sword strike was nothing special," Zhao Kaiming commented.

He suddenly had this idea and came up with this plan.

This can also be considered a development of the useless ghost rope.

Let's call it "The Net".

Ghost Rope: "It's only natural that I, a despised ghost rope, have lived this life..."

Ye Zhen saw that his ultimate move had been intercepted.

A hint of excitement flashed in his eyes.

He never expected to kill Zhao Kaiming with a single sword strike.

This sword strike was merely a test.

As a result, every drop of blood in his body was boiling.

Zhao Kaiming is a strong man.

It's worth his all.

He did not sheathe his sword, but instead took advantage of the moment when Zhao Kaiming blocked the first sword, and his whole body transformed into a golden light.

It crashed directly into the sea in front of Zhao Kaiming.

The golden ghost realm surged again.

In the blink of an eye, the sea, spanning ten miles in radius, was completely enveloped by his demonic aura.

The color of the seawater changed from deep blue to an eerie golden yellow, every drop of seawater was glowing, and every ray of light was obeying Ye Zhen's command.

"In my demon realm, everything can be a sword."

Ye Zhen stood where the golden light was at its brightest.

Arms outstretched, fingers spread wide.

The next moment, thousands upon thousands of golden sword energies rose simultaneously from the sea surface.

Densely packed, layer upon layer.

Zhao Kaiming was locked down from every angle and direction.

This is not an illusion; every sword aura is a real, supernatural attack.

It was a sword that Ye Zhen directly refined from seawater using his own ghostly aura.

A multitude of swords were unleashed simultaneously.

The sea was so bright at that moment that it was impossible to open one's eyes.

Countless golden sword lights trailed long tails of flame, like a reverse meteor shower.

It flows upwards from the sea surface.

Wherever the sword light passed, the air was torn apart, producing a sharp sonic boom.

The seawater evaporated into scorching white mist, turning the entire sea area into a giant golden furnace.

Zhao Kaiming stood in the center of the furnace, his expression unchanged.

"Not bad, this is interesting!"

His voice clearly pierced through the cacophony of sword cries.

"I said, these swords don't exist."

The rules of the wishing ghost are activated.

The power to rewrite reality flowed from his mouth.

Like an invisible hand, it swept across the scene of thousands of swords being unleashed.

moment.

Half of the golden sword energy that filled the sky vanished in a flash when it was still three zhang away from Zhao Kaiming.

Like a segment cut off in a video editing.

It was there in the previous frame, but suddenly it disappeared in the next frame.

Ye Zhen's pupils suddenly contracted.

He had seen all sorts of strange and powerful ghost abilities, but he had never seen anyone handle his Ten Thousand Swords Return to One like this.

This is not defense, nor is it a direct confrontation.

Instead, it directly denies the existence of the sword.

This ability has exceeded his understanding of the Demon Slayer system.

But who exactly is Ye Zhen?

He is Ye Wudi, who becomes stronger when facing stronger opponents.

The more outrageous his opponent, the more excited he becomes.

"Again!"

Ye Zhen roared.

The sword energy that Zhao Kaiming had just destroyed has been regenerated.

Moreover, they are more numerous and denser.

"If you can deny a thousand things, can you deny ten thousand or a hundred thousand things?"

As long as my demonic realm remains, my sword energy will never cease.

I'd like to see whether your wish is faster or my sword is faster!

Golden light once again blanketed the sea.

This time, the rain of arrows was more intense than before, almost completely obscuring the sky.

Ye Zhen's tactics were very simple.

That is, it's all about expending resources.

His scapegoats can die indefinitely, and the Ghost Realm can continuously generate sword energy.

He can afford to wait.

Even if Zhao Kaiming has a strong ability to make wishes, he cannot make wishes indefinitely.

There will always be a time when evil spirits rise again.

The rain of swords fell again.

Zhao Kaiming looked at the dense array of golden sword lights and a mysterious smile appeared on his face.

"Ye Zhen, do you think I have no way out like this?"

He extended his right hand, palm up, making an inviting gesture.

Then a huge whirlpool appeared on the sea surface.

At the center of the vortex was Zhao Kaiming's palm.

Extending outwards from the edge, it completely covers the entire sea area shrouded in Ye Zhen's ghostly abyss.

The sky was filled with golden sword energy, like iron filings attracted by a magnet.

Unwittingly, it deviated from its original trajectory and surged towards the center of the vortex.

This is the devouring rule of the starving ghost.

With the supernatural blessing emanating from Zhao Kaiming, he was unbelievably strong.

Inhale however you like.

No matter how much sword energy Ye Zhen possesses, it is still a supernatural creation.

Anything supernatural can be eaten by hungry ghosts.

The golden sword energy was continuously drawn into the vortex. With each breath, Zhao Kaiming's aura became stronger, while Ye Zhen's ghostly aura became weaker.

Three breaths later, the "Return of Ten Thousand Swords" technique turned into a one-sided feeding.

"Zhao Kaiming, you son of a bitch—"

Ye Zhen finally realized what was happening and quickly stopped activating his sword energy.

But it was too late.

He felt his inner demons were getting a little out of control.

They quickly called a halt.

"Not playing anymore?"

Zhao Kaiming stopped and looked at him with a mocking expression.

Ye Zhen's face turned pale and then flushed.

He took a deep breath, suppressing all his anger and resentment.

"Zhao Kaiming, you are indeed very strong."

They are stronger than any opponent I have ever faced before.

So I've decided to use my strongest move against you.

This move was originally prepared for Elder Qin.

I'll use it for you today.

He sheathed all the golden sword energy, put away the ghost realm, and even dissipated the invincible sword in his hand.

He stood there on the sea, his cloak fluttering in the wind.

The golden phantom behind him slowly shrank and finally merged into his own body.

Then his body began to glow.

It wasn't a flamboyant golden light, but rather a restrained, almost white light.

Light seeped through every inch of his skin.

Ye Zhen's entire body transformed into an outline composed of light.

The humanoid phantom that reappeared behind him began to become transparent.

It overlapped with his own body, like two overlapping negatives.

This is the true form of the scapegoat.

"My move is called—Acting on behalf of Heaven."

Ye Zhen's voice came from the light.

It carried an unprecedented solemnity.

He raised his right hand and pointed his index finger at Zhao Kaiming.

The movement was very light, as if a dot of ink was made on the paper from a distance.

Then Zhao Kaiming sensed the rules.

The rule for scapegoats is to take the fall.

Replace your existence with death.

"I see." The moment the rules touched him, Zhao Kaiming fully understood the essence of the scapegoat.

A hint of admiration flashed in his eyes.

Although Ye Zhen is a bit of a chuunibyou (a person with delusions of grandeur), his ghosts are truly powerful.

This rule is almost impossible to apply to other people.

But ironically, he used it on Zhao Kaiming.

Zhao Kaiming had a sudden thought.

The Deceitful Ghost took the initiative to activate his deception rules, creating the illusion that Zhao Kaiming was already dead the moment the substitution rule was triggered.

The substitution rule, caught up in this illusion, assumed the job was done and automatically backed down.

Immediately afterwards, the wishing ghost's rewriting rules were overwritten.

"You're a good ghost, and good ghosts can't kill people."

Then the scapegoat got emo.

Ye Zhen looked at Zhao Kaiming, who was unharmed, and the light around him slowly faded.

He was silent for a long time.

Then he lay on the sea surface, like a deflated balloon, his whole body slumped down.

I lost.

But can you tell me exactly how you did it?

"My act of justice clearly hit you, how come you're completely unharmed?"

Zhao Kaiming walked over to him and lay down as well.

The two of them floated on the sea like two teenagers who had just finished a water fight.

"It's very simple," Zhao Kaiming said.

"Your scapegoat is indeed strong."

If it had been Fang Shiming or someone else, that blow would have already killed them.

But your understanding of the rules is too superficial.

You've been using scapegoats to take your place, but have you ever considered whether the very rule of scapegoating can be deceived?

Can it be negated?

You only know what happened, but not why it happened.

So you can't beat me.

Ye Zhen: "Why do I feel like you're trying to fool me?"

Zhao Kaiming: "How could that be? Although I'm not a good person, I wouldn't lie to a child."

Ye Zhen: "Who are you talking about, kid?"

Suddenly he said seriously:

"Zhao Kaiming, why don't you become the president of the paranormal forum?"

Zhao Kaiming: "..."