Simultaneous Transmigration: Freedom Across the Heavens

Chapter 103 Luck

Inside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, bright yellow gauze curtains fluttered gently in the breeze.

Emperor Zhu spoke slowly and deliberately: "According to the secret history of the Ming Dynasty, during the pre-Qin period, the First Emperor unified the world and created a great empire that lasted for thousands of years. However, he also tried to achieve immortality and exhausted the country's resources to cast twelve golden statues."

"On the day the twelve bronze statues were completed, strange phenomena appeared in the sky. Dark clouds covered the sky for thousands of miles, thunder roared, and divine punishment descended upon the First Emperor. He vomited blood and died on the spot. The fate of the pre-Qin era" was divided into four, leading to the four great dynasties of Ming, Han, Tang, and Song that now stand in the world.

Li lowered his eyes in thought, lightly stroking his chin with his fingers, and said, "So, the Han Dynasty received the most 'luck,' which is why they have the strongest martial arts and are full of talented people?"

"Excellent," Emperor Zhu praised. "The Han dynasty inherited the Qin system, and its fortune was the most abundant. Heroes from all over the land flowed like fish crossing a river. The strength of the Han dynasty was not because the talents of other dynasties were inferior, but because the Han dynasty could accommodate far more outstanding talents than the other three kingdoms."

Bai Li suddenly understood. No wonder the world was so chaotic. He couldn't help but ask, "Your Majesty, I have another question. I rarely hear of powerful people from other countries crossing borders. I wonder if this is also related to 'fate'?"

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Emperor Zhu nodded. "Yes, since the collapse of the pre-Qin era, the 'fate' has been divided into four. The top experts have discovered that if they achieve supreme power in their own dynasty, they will be targeted by the 'fate' of another country once they set foot on its territory."

"Not only will their strength be suppressed, but the longer they stay, the stronger the 'fate' will target them, ultimately leading to their demise and the dissipation of their soul."

So that's how it is. The strength of the Han Dynasty far surpassed the combined strength of the other three kingdoms, yet it never managed to unify the world. It wasn't that it didn't want to, but that it couldn't! This limitation of "fate" was far too harsh.

Bai Li stroked his chin, looking Emperor Zhu up and down. The emperor in front of him was of mediocre strength, at most a third-rate figure in the martial arts world.

Suddenly it became clear why Zhu Wushi died immediately when he decided to rebel. To put it bluntly, he was targeted by "luck"—a classic case of plot-driven death!

Moreover, this "fortune" does not seem to be naturally generated; it is too targeted, clearly indicating that someone deliberately arranged it to prevent the "fortune" of the four states from merging and to prevent the prosperity of the pre-Qin era from reappearing.

Forget it, this is too complicated. With his current strength, there's no need to delve into it. Let's take care of the present first.

Bai Li clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Your Majesty, I am but a commoner. Why must Your Majesty tell me these things?"

Emperor Zhu gazed intently at Bai Li for a moment before slowly speaking, "The Ming Dynasty has been able to stand strong among the four kingdoms because it has its strongest protectors. You have the potential to become the strongest, and I am merely going with the flow and leaving the Ming Dynasty with an opportunity."

The emperor's judgment is not bad; being the strongest is nothing to him. Bai Li has always been confident in his own strength.

They chatted for a while longer, mostly Emperor Zhu instructing him to keep a low profile in the future and not to get involved in the conflict between the four kingdoms.

Bai Li walked out of the Hall of Mental Cultivation with satisfaction. In addition to the "Tai Xuan Yin Yang Da Jiao Fu" in his arms, there was also a thousand taels of gold bestowed by Emperor Zhu, and an imperial plaque inscribed with "Mount Hua of the Western Peak".

Although this plaque has little deterrent effect in the martial arts world, it can ward off a lot of trouble from the government.

When Cao Huachun saw Bai Li come out, he immediately stepped forward and put on a smile on his fair face: "Young Master Bai, it is getting late. I have already instructed the eunuchs to prepare a carriage and horses to take you out of the palace."

"Then I'll have to trouble you, sir," Bai Li said with gratitude.

Cao Huachun exchanged a few polite words and then gave the orders.

The group traveled through the streets and arrived at the Taihe Hall. By then, all the martial arts figures had dispersed, leaving only Ouyang Qing and Xue Bing waiting.

Seeing Bai Li return safely, the two women were relieved and took the initiative to step forward, each taking one of his arms.

Feeling the two warm, soft hands, Bai Li smiled at them without saying a word, and the three of them quietly walked out of the palace.

The journey was silent; the only sound on the quiet streets of Kyoto was the clatter of the carriage.

Ouyang Qing leaned quietly against Bai Li's shoulder, her hair brushing against his neck, carrying a faint fragrance;

Xue Bing was still a little shy. After Bai Li put his arm around her shoulder, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she nestled close to him shyly, her small hands tightly gripping his sleeve.

Before long, the carriage arrived at the courtyard.

Pushing open the courtyard gate, the dim lights and quiet atmosphere inside allowed the two women to finally relax completely, their tense bodies softening slightly.

Ouyang Qing raised her hand and patted her chest. "Finally back. This whole spectacle was truly breathtaking."

"Mmm-hmm," Xue Bing echoed, her big eyes sparkling, tugging at Bai Li's sleeve, "Tell us quickly, what exactly happened? How did a fake Ye Gucheng come to be? And what is the real Ye Gucheng doing?"

She puffed out her cheeks and added, "And another thing, you clearly said you were going to the outhouse, so why were you fighting with Dongfang Bubai again?"

Seeing that she looked a little angry despite her seemingly innocent demeanor, Bai Li reached out and pinched her cheek.

"Ugh!" Xue Bing protested, but did not stop him. She just stared at him with her big, watery eyes.

Bai Li knew when to stop. He pulled Ouyang Qing, who was equally curious, over and gave her a light peck on the cheek, earning a big eye roll in return. Then he walked to the table, lay down, and slowly began to recount everything he had experienced in the palace.

Of course, he didn't mention a word about the conversation in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

As they talked, the two women gradually started to yawn, their eyelids growing heavier and heavier.

Ouyang Qing fell asleep in his arms.

Xue Bing wanted to get up and go back to her room, but Bai Li wrapped his arms around her waist. She struggled slightly but couldn't break free. She blushed and snuggled up to him. As she grew sleepy, she soon fell into a deep sleep.

Bai Li looked down at the two beautiful sleeping faces in his arms, his eyes full of tenderness. His fingertips brushed across their snow-white necks, and wisps of true energy flowed, causing them to fall into a deeper sleep, and their brows relaxed a lot.

The next day, the sun shone brightly, bathing the courtyard in its light.

Xue Bing's eyelashes trembled slightly as she slowly opened her eyes. The haze in her eyes gradually faded, and she saw that she was buried in Bai Li's chest, her nose less than an inch away from Ouyang Qing's cheek. Her shy toes curled up, and a blush crept up her ears.

Bai Li's ears twitched, and he heard her erratic breathing, knowing that she had woken up.

Opening his eyes, he saw her blushing appearance and couldn't help but reach out and pinch Xue Bing's earlobe. The girl in his arms stiffened instantly, almost moaning out of embarrassment. She quickly suppressed the sound in her throat, but her breathing became heavier.

Ouyang Qing also woke up at this moment, tilting her little head up and just in time to see Bai Li's little action. She reached out and gently patted him, giving him a coquettish glare.

Bai Li chuckled and withdrew his hand. Xue Bing could no longer pretend. She jumped up like a little rabbit, covered her face, and ran back to her room in a flash.

Ouyang Qing gently pinched his arm, "You bad man, you know perfectly well that Eighth Sister is easily embarrassed, yet you still insist on teasing her. Aren't you afraid of angering her and making her run back to Jiangnan and never come back?"

Run? Where to run? In a while, she'll be so happy she won't want to leave.

Bai Li didn't say anything, but reached out and hugged Ouyang Qing tightly, then lowered his head and gently kissed her neck.

A tingling sensation ran down her neck, and Ouyang Qing felt a little weak. She mustered her strength and gently pushed Bai Li away: "Stop it. I haven't even had a chance to shower since I got back last night. I feel so sticky."

Bai Li's eyes lit up, and he picked her up in his arms, a faint smile playing on his lips: "That's perfect. I'll tell the maids to boil some water, and while we're at it, let's do something we love."

"I don't want to." Ouyang Qing pounded her chest with her small fists, but Bai Li threw her onto the soft couch and tickled her.

"Hehehehe..."

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Xue Bing heard a series of clear, bell-like laughs. Her eyes showed envy and longing, which were then filled with shyness. She tightly gripped the hem of her clothes with her small hands, and her cheeks were so red that they could bleed.