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

"Witch! Witch!"

Someone shouted in terror.

Wanwan ignored him and walked faster and faster.

She passed through layer after layer of armored soldiers like a hot knife through butter, and no one could stop her.

Yuwen Huaji stood at the back of the group, watching the white figure approach with unstoppable force, his pupils slightly contracting.

"Stop her!"

Yuwen Huaji shouted, his voice carrying a hint of urgency for the first time.

The last of his personal guards rushed forward.

The twenty people were all elites among elites, at least second-rate masters in the martial arts world.

They formed a battle formation, their blades flashing like snow, and surrounded Wanwan to attack.

Wanwan didn't even slow down.

She charged headlong into the formation of twenty men, her white robes fluttering amidst the flashing blades. Every dodge was perfectly timed, and every strike was precise and deadly.

In just a few breaths, twenty people were lying on the ground.

Yuwen Huaji's expression finally changed.

He instinctively took a step back and placed his hand on the hilt of the knife at his waist.

Wanwan had already reached him.

Clad in white as snow, with flowing black hair, her exquisitely beautiful face, almost otherworldly, flickered in the torchlight.

She tilted her head and looked at Yuwen Huaji, the corners of her mouth slightly upturned, revealing a smile that was not quite a smile.

"Yuwen Huaji, you just said—you wanted to invite me to the palace to meet the Emperor?"

Yuwen Huaji swallowed.

His hands were trembling.

"General..."

He spoke, his voice somewhat hoarse.

Before she could finish speaking, Wanwan raised her hand and slapped her.

Snapped!

The crisp sound echoed in the night sky.

Yuwen Huaji spun around twice, leaving a bright red handprint on his face and a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth.

He stared wide-eyed at the woman in white before him, incredulous.

"you……"

Snapped!

Another slap.

This time it was heavier than the last. Yuwen Huaji was sent flying, tumbling twice in the air before crashing to the ground and sliding several feet, his armor leaving a trail of sparks as it scraped the ground.

He lay on the ground, his mind buzzing, and seeing stars.

"General!"

"General!"

The remaining armored soldiers rushed over with cries of alarm, standing in front of Yuwen Huaji.

Yuwen Huaji was helped up, staggered to his feet, reached out and touched his swollen face, and gasped.

He looked at the woman in white in front of him.

Wanwan crossed her arms and tilted her head, looking at him as if she were looking at an overconfident ant.

Yuwen Huaji took a deep breath and made an extremely wise decision.

"withdraw!"

He gritted his teeth and squeezed out the word.

The soldiers, feeling as if they had been granted a pardon, helped the wounded, picked up the fallen weapons, and retreated from the bamboo forest as quickly as possible.

The torchlight gradually faded into the distance, and the footsteps and groans also gradually disappeared.

The bamboo forest fell silent once more, with only the moonlight and the sound of the wind remaining.

Yuwen Huaji was supported by his guards and walked at the front of the procession. The handprint on his face had swelled up like a steamed bun and was burning with pain.

He glanced back at the bamboo forest that was receding into the distance, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

"She was merely summoned to the palace for an audience with the Emperor by imperial decree..."

He muttered to himself, his voice full of grievance and confusion, "Why is she so irritable? Who upset her?"

No one answered him.

The night wind howled, as if it were sighing for him.

In the bamboo forest, Wanwan stood amidst the mess, her white clothes shining as white as snow in the moonlight.

She looked down at her hands, then at the group of dejected figures walking away, and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

Even if it takes time to focus on other things, I, Wanwan, am still invincible in this world!

......

Group chat space.

A pale blue light screen floated silently, and messages on the chat interface continued to pop up.

Nalan Yanran looked at Wanwan's message, "Read but not replying, don't mention it," with a puzzled expression.

She sat cross-legged on the cultivation platform behind the Yunlan Sect, her moon-white dress spread out on the bluestone ground, and the mountain breeze made her hair flutter gently.

[Nalan Yanran: What happened?]

The message was sent out, but it disappeared without a trace.

Wanwan's profile picture is grayed out, indicating that she has already logged off.

Nalan Yanran waited a while longer, but still received no response, and couldn't help but pout.

"What the hell? I kindly asked you to come out and entertain customers, and you not only didn't reply to my messages, but you also yelled at me!"

She muttered something to herself, preparing to leave the group chat.

Suddenly, a message popped up.

[Lin Daiyu: I didn't see it. I came quietly, and I left quietly, without taking away a single cloud.]

Nalan Yanran stared at the message for a moment, stunned.

Immediately, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"My other self in the world of Dream of the Red Chamber...I'm quite eloquent!"

She typed on the virtual keyboard and replied:

[Nalan Yanran: Sister Daiyu, don't go! Let's chat~]

There was a moment of silence on the other end.

[Lin Daiyu: Who are you?]

[Nalan Yanran: I am your counterpart from another world. We are both named Ye Chen, but we've traveled to different worlds~]

Lin Daiyu: ...

"Your words are quite unusual. Although I've read some miscellaneous books, I've never seen anything like this!"

Nalan Yanran's lips twitched slightly as she read the formal reply.

Good heavens, the way Lin Daiyu speaks is exactly the same as in the novels she's read.

As expected of someone who transmigrated into the world of Dream of the Red Chamber, she has been assimilated by the times and seems to have transformed into Lin Daiyu herself.

The choice of words and the tone are exactly like something out of a book.

[Nalan Yanran: Don't be nervous, let's talk slowly. What's the situation on your end? Would you mind telling me?]

Lin Daiyu: I…

I was reading in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion when this screen of light suddenly appeared in front of me, which startled me.

Zijuan asked me what was wrong, and I just said nothing was wrong, but she didn't believe me and kept asking me for a while!

As Nalan Yanran looked at these messages, a scene flashed through her mind:

A beautiful young girl dressed in ancient costume was sitting by the window reading a book when suddenly a blue light appeared out of nowhere in front of her, startling her so much that she dropped the book.

The maid next to her asked her anxiously what was wrong, but she had to pretend to be calm and say that nothing was wrong.

The thought of this scene is hilarious.

[Nalan Yanran: Are you available to chat now? Or should we wait until you're settled on your end?]

[Lin Daiyu: It's alright, Zijuan has already gone to brew tea and won't be back for a while.]

[But... you just said you're also Ye Chen, what does that mean?]

Nalan Yanran leaned against the railing of the cultivation platform, looked up at the starry sky, thought for a moment, and began to type.

[Nalan Yanran: This is a long story, but to put it simply, countless people named Ye Chen simultaneously transmigrated to different worlds.]

[Nalan Yanran: Some became witches, some became the young master of the Yunlan Sect, and some... became you.]

Lin Daiyu: ...