Simultaneous Transmigration: Minor Characters Don't Be Cannon Fodder

When Zuo Ruotong brought up the matter of sword intent, Changqing did not keep it to himself.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and a suppressed, drooping blood-red sword intent rapidly spread outwards.

In an instant, Zuo Ruotong felt as if her heart was being tightly gripped by something, and cold sweat drenched her back.

Instinctively, it activated the "Sword Intent of Deception" within its body to resist.

Instantly, the golden and red sword intents intertwined, causing a fierce wind to rise around them.

"The intent of slaughter?"

Zuo Ruotong sensed the cold, violent aura within the Evergreen Sword Intent, which seemed to want to crush all life, and her brows furrowed tightly.

This sword intent is too dangerous; if one is not careful, one could be controlled by it and turn into a madman who only knows how to kill.

However, he believed that with Changqing's abilities, controlling this sword intent should not be a problem.

However, after just sensing it, he felt that the sword intent was somewhat hollow.

It seems they came just to observe, and their understanding is somewhat superficial.

Changqing was also immersed in perceiving Zuo Ruotong's "Sword Intent of Breaking Illusions".

This sword intent was vast and pure, perfectly interpreting Zuo Ruotong's life journey.

The true immortal in the false sect, who sought the Dao his whole life, mistakenly entered a dead end, but was able to see through delusions and cultivate the Dao fruit.

The pure sword intent resonated deeply with Changqing.

A moment later, the two withdrew their sword intent, exchanged a glance, smiled slightly, and said nothing more.

The master and disciple have already moved beyond the stage of simply instructing each other with words. What they should be doing is to understand each other's insights and then forge their own paths.

"It's been several years since we last met. It seems I haven't even congratulated Master on his further advancement!"

"To be able to comprehend such sword intent, Master is truly on the path to greatness!"

As he spoke, Changqing cupped his hands in a salute, which made Zuo Ruotong smile slightly and reach out to tap Changqing's forehead.

"Heh, you little rascal, when did you become so sweet-talking?"

"Alright, stop standing here."

"It's delaying those brats' cultivation. Look, they're all crowding around here, making it impossible for them to concentrate on their cultivation."

Upon hearing this, Changqing was taken aback. He turned his head and saw that the surrounding area was already filled with disciples of the Sanyi Sect.

They were all drawn over by the clash of sword intent between the master and disciple, and stared at the two of them with wide mouths in shock.

The Great Ying Immortal and the Green Lotus Sword Immortal are indeed better seen than heard about.

"Hehe, there's nothing wrong with taking a look."

"It won't do them any harm to get a taste of a higher level beforehand."

With that, Changqing chuckled and followed Zuo Ruotong away from the square.

Walking down the corridor, Changqing caught sight of the letter that Zuo Ruotong had just snatched from Lu Jin and couldn't help but ask curiously.

"By the way, Master, who sent the letter that Jin'er just delivered?"

"They seemed to be in a hurry when they arrived."

Upon hearing this, Zuo Ruotong did not stop walking. She reached out and pulled the letter from her sleeve, then handed it to Changqing.

"Here, see for yourself."

"It was sent by Mr. Li, the owner of Qingshui Shipyard."

"Recently, things have been a bit unsettled in Xiamen. A lot of strange Japanese people have appeared, causing chaos there."

"Three months ago, I asked your Uncle Shuiyun to take Yunji and the others to help."

"However, the trouble there doesn't seem to be so easy to resolve. Shuiyun has already sent two letters asking for help."

"And this is very likely the third one."

Upon hearing Zuo Ruotong's words, Changqing's brows furrowed.

I quickly opened the letter, and sure enough, it was Shuiyun's letter asking for help.

The Japanese freaks causing trouble in Xiamen harbor all seemed to be Onmyoji (yin-yang masters) who commanded ghosts and spirits.

They lurked in the shadows, constantly causing trouble with ghosts and spirits.

The people sent by the Sanyi Sect were all below the third level of cultivation, unable to manipulate their spiritual power over a large area, and lacked the means to locate enemies and exorcise ghosts.

Hunting these guys is proving to be quite a challenge.

Therefore, the only option was the most rudimentary method: to continuously increase manpower and expand the search area.

"Actually, if Shuiyun had come to ask for help again this time, I was already planning to take action myself."

"But now that you've emerged from seclusion, why don't you run the errand for your master?"

"Perfect timing. I think your killing intent needs to be honed through actual combat."

"Those Japanese Onmyoji are excellent sources of nourishment."

After listening to Zuo Ruotong's explanation, Changqing quickly folded the letter, handed it back to Zuo Ruotong, patted his chest, and loudly guaranteed it.

"No problem, Master! You can leave it to me!"

"After so many years of seclusion, my greatsword is itching for a fight."

"Since the killing intent has taken shape, I haven't actually killed anyone yet. This is the perfect opportunity to complete it!"

And so, the next day.

Changqing transformed into clouds and mist, speeding along the way, and soon arrived at the place where Shuiyun and the others were.

Before he even landed, he saw three young disciples of the San Yi Sect seemingly chasing after a man wearing a demon mask in the mountains.

"Don't run!!"

A disciple of the San Yi Sect named Qian Wu gave a low shout.

It activated the Reverse Life Triple Force, soaring high like a white arrow released from a bow, heading straight for the man wearing the demon mask.

However, before he could even touch the other party, a cloud of black mist emerged from the masked man's body, spraying out countless black Qi needles that shot towards Qian Wu.

"not good!"

Upon seeing this, Qian Wu quickly protected his vital organs, allowing the Qi needles to pierce his body.

He was then knocked to the ground and paused for a moment before using his internal energy to expel the Qi needles and resume chasing after the Demon Slayer.

"Damn it! A swarm of cockroaches that just won't die!"

Sensing that Qian Wu was chasing after him again, the masked man couldn't help but grit his teeth and curse angrily.

The disciples of the Sanyi Sect really disgusted him.

Even if you can't hit their vital points, these disciples of the Sanyi Sect are incredibly resilient.

You finally manage to land a hit, but the opponent quickly recovers and chases after you again as if nothing happened.

If this continues, he might just be worn down to death.

Thinking of this, the masked man hardened his heart and suddenly turned around and stopped.

He threw out a talisman and aimed it at the nearest disciple of the Sanyi Sect.

"Summon lightning!"

The masked man let out a low shout, the talisman shattered, and a bolt of black lightning shot out.

With a single blow, he knocked the nearest San Yi Sect disciple to the ground.

However, the disciple of the Sanyi Sect was only paralyzed by the lightning, and his wounds were visibly healing rapidly under the operation of the Reverse Life Triple Technique.

The masked man had no time to deal with the disciple who had been beaten down.

At this moment, Qian Wu and another disciple of the San Yi Sect had already rushed forward quickly during the gap in the masked man's attack.

Just as the two were about to grab the masked man's limbs and subdue him on the ground.

However, the next moment, the masked man chanted some kind of incantation.

His vitality declined rapidly, and a few strands of white hair appeared on his head.

Then a cold, damp black aura erupted from the masked man's body, pressing down on Qian Wu and the other two.