Covering the Sky: Simultaneous transmigration, but both clones are women.

The Tang Dynasty world, Yangzhou.

Wanwan, dressed in white, walked barefoot on the bluestone path. Her wide hood was pulled low, covering most of her face, revealing only a section of her fair chin and a pair of cool eyes.

She was very familiar with Yangzhou.

Before she traveled through time, she had visited this city in modern times. She still had vague images of those places in her memory, such as Slender West Lake, Ge Garden, and Dongguan Street.

But the Yangzhou before us is the Yangzhou of a thousand years ago. There are no asphalt roads, no skyscrapers, only low brick and tile houses, narrow streets and alleys, and the smell of cooking fires in the air.

"Shilong Dojo..."

Wanwan stood on the street, looking at the slightly dilapidated gate of the temple in front of her, a slight smile playing on her lips.

After inquiring along the way, I learned that Shi Long was naturally fond of Taoism and did not get close to women. He had stopped managing the Shi Long Taoist temple ten years ago, and it was all managed by his disciples.

He, on the other hand, lived in a small manor on the outskirts of the city, never leaving the house. His apprentice would regularly send people to deliver the necessities he needed. He stayed at home all day, and no one knew what he was doing.

Wanwan knew that Shilong must have been studying the Longevity Manual all these years, but she didn't know if he had mastered any of its secrets after cultivating for so long.

The vermilion gate was wide open, and above the gate hung an ebony plaque with the four large characters "Shilong Daocheng" written in strong and vigorous strokes, clearly the work of a master calligrapher.

Two disciples in blue robes stood at the entrance, short swords hanging from their waists, their postures upright, their eyes scanning the passersby warily.

Inside the gate, a spacious training ground could be vaguely seen, where dozens of disciples were practicing, their shouts rising and falling, creating quite a spectacle.

"This saves me the trouble of knocking!"

Wanwan withdrew her gaze and turned to walk towards the outskirts of the city.

She did not go directly to Shi Long.

Based on the original timeline, the Longevity Formula should still be in Shi Long's hands at this time, Fu Junzhuo has not yet arrived in Yangzhou, and Yuwen Huaji has not yet made a move.

She has plenty of time; she can take her time.

Let's find a place to eat something first!

Wanwan touched her waist, took out a small silver ingot from her sleeve, and weighed it in her hand.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

Suddenly a loud shout came from behind, and the sound of horses' hooves was rapid and thunderous.

Wanwan dodged to the side, and a tall horse galloped past her, splashing mud and water all over her.

She looked down at her black cloak, which had a few mud spots on the hem and some stains on the white lining.

Wanwan's eyes narrowed slightly.

She looked up and gazed in the direction the horse had gone.

The rider was a middle-aged man dressed in a brocade robe, followed by several mounted attendants. He was clearly a person of some status in Yangzhou.

"Are you in a hurry to be reincarnated?"

Wanwan scoffed, patted the mud off her cloak, and decided not to bother with it.

However, she didn't care, but trouble came knocking on her door.

The horse hadn't run far when it suddenly pulled on the reins.

The middle-aged man in the brocade robe turned his horse around and looked Wanwan up and down.

"Where did this young lady come from?"

His voice was tinged with alcohol, and his words were somewhat slurred, "Dressed like that, did you escape from some brothel?"

The attendants behind him burst into laughter.

Wanwan didn't say anything.

Her fingers curled slightly, and her nails tapped lightly against her palm, making a barely audible sound.

"Wow, it's quite deserted."

The middle-aged man in the brocade robe dismounted and staggered towards Wanwan, reaching out to lift her hood. "Let me see what kind of person is hidden under this hood..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Wanwan flicked her finger, and an invisible burst of energy shot out from her fingertip, striking a pressure point on the knee of the middle-aged man in the brocade robe.

"Ouch!"

The middle-aged man in the brocade robe buckled at the knees and fell forward, landing face-first in the mud. His forehead hit the bluestone pavement, leaving a bloody gash.

"grown ups!"

The attendants were terrified and dismounted to rush over.

Wanwan took two steps back, spread her hands, and looked completely innocent: "Gentlemen, you all saw it. He fell on his own. It has nothing to do with me."

"Still trying to argue!"

One of the attendants drew his sword, pointed it at Wanwan, and asked, "What kind of sorcery did you use to assassinate my master?"

"Dark magic?"

Wanwan tilted her head, a hint of a smile flashing in her clear, deep eyes. "What kind of sorcery could a weak woman like me, with no strength to even kill a chicken, possibly use?"

The attendants exchanged glances, and two of them rolled up their sleeves and surrounded Wanwan.

"Come with us to the yamen!"

Wanwan sighed.

She didn't want to cause trouble.

I really don't want to.

but……

Did they come to deceive me, to ambush this young girl?

A slight upturn of her lips revealed a meaningful smile.

The smile was beautiful, but the attendants present inexplicably felt a chill run down their spines.

The next moment, Wanwan moved.

She didn't use the Heavenly Demon Technique, nor did she even activate her true energy; she simply relied on her flexibility and speed to move between the two attendants.

Dodged to the left, then to the right.

The two attendants missed their target and bumped into each other, groaning in pain.

"Chase!"

The leader waved his hand, and seven or eight men rushed after them.

Wanwan turned and ran.

He ran neither fast nor slow, just a little bit faster than his followers, always keeping pace with them, making them feel like they could catch up, but they just couldn't.

"stop!"

"Don't run!"

"Stop right there, young lady!"

The shouts echoed in the night, drawing the attention of passersby on the street.

Wanwan ran ahead, her smile growing wider.

He ran across two streets, turned into a small alley, and then emerged from another alley. After many twists and turns, he quickly left his entourage far behind.

In the end, only one persistent one remained, still panting and chasing after them.

Wanwan stopped in front of a high wall.

There's no road ahead.

She turned around, looking at the attendant who, though he had caught up, was so exhausted he could barely stand. She spread her hands, her voice full of helplessness: "Sir, I'm just a young girl. Don't you all have any conscience chasing after me?"

The attendant leaned against the wall, panting heavily, unable to even lift the knife in his hand.

"You...you..."

"What do you mean, 'me'?"

Wanwan took two steps forward, then suddenly reached out and gently flicked the attendant's forehead.

A crisp "dong" sounded, like striking a wooden fish.

The attendant's eyes rolled back, and he collapsed limply to the ground.

Wanwan clapped her hands, glanced down at the several attendants lying haphazardly on the ground, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Sigh, I've lost my appetite. I'd better get down to business!"

She adjusted her cloak, pulled the hood up again, and turned to disappear into the night.