Simultaneous Transmigration: Minor Characters Don't Be Cannon Fodder

"It's so cold..."

"Qiu Ming, Yun Ji, run!!"

Sensing the intense malice emanating from the black energy, Qian Wu's expression changed drastically. He quickly called for two fellow disciples and fled.

But the three reacted a beat too slow, and the masked man caught up with them in the next second.

It extended its transformed black claws and lunged straight at the heads of the three people.

But just then, a white figure suddenly descended from the sky.

The figure stretched out her fair hand and easily caught the masked man's claw.

"What? Impossible!"

The masked man screamed in surprise.

Then, to the astonishment of the masked man, Changqing extended his other hand and gently touched the masked man's forehead.

In an instant, a loud bang was heard, and the masked man was sent flying dozens of meters away, embedding himself in a boulder not far away.

"Oh? He's still alive?"

After the attack, Changqing looked at the masked man who was barely breathing and couldn't help but let out a soft exclamation.

Although he didn't use sword intent just now, the force he used was something that ordinary people couldn't resist.

Even Lu Jin, who was already at the second level, would probably have been severely injured by that attack.

But this guy with low cultivation level was still barely hanging on after being hit by his finger.

It seems the little devil attached to the other party is quite extraordinary.

"Master Changqing?!"

"You actually came out of seclusion!"

At this moment, the three who were originally planning to run away also realized that the masked man's attack had been stopped. They turned their heads and saw Changqing, who was dressed in white and looked like an immortal, blocking their way.

Qian Wu and the other two were all disciples who had entered the sect seven years ago, and they had briefly glimpsed each other's appearances before Changqing went into seclusion.

So at a glance, he recognized the renowned Qingping Sword Immortal of the Sanyi Sect.

Seeing that the three recognized him, Changqing turned to the side and nodded in acknowledgment.

He didn't say much, just waved his hand to signal the three of them to stand behind him.

Then he looked up and continued to look in the direction where the masked man had fallen.

From the masked man, the twisted black energy was constantly changing, eventually transforming into a long-haired female ghost draped in blood and with blood streaming from her eyes.

She controlled the masked man's shattered body to get up again, facing Changqing and the others in an exaggeratedly prone position with all four limbs on the ground.

"So that's how it is, it's actually a vengeful ghost."

"It seems that the Onmyoji of Japan aren't entirely useless after all?"

"With such pathetic strength, it's astonishing that they could subdue and control a vengeful ghost."

Changqing was not flustered at all by the appearance of the vengeful ghost.

He felt the incredibly cold aura and couldn't help but marvel at it.

Seeing that Changqing remained motionless and instead brazenly looked him up and down, he realized that Changqing was not moving.

The female ghost let out a mournful roar, then controlled the masked man, who moved like a giant humanoid spider through the jungle, rushing straight towards Changqing.

"Haraha—!!!"

The female ghost let out a mournful shriek, calling out someone's name.

Qian Wu and the other two felt their hair stand on end, shrank back, and quickly retreated behind Chang Qing.

Changqing, meanwhile, slowly extended a finger, channeling his Ruoshui sword intent to lock onto the female ghost.

Then, the white finger rapidly became as transparent as water.

At the same time, a light blue flying sword slowly took shape.

"go!"

Changqing murmured softly.

The flying sword shot out in response.

With a soft "whoosh," the flying sword pierced through the female ghost's head in the blink of an eye.

Then a burst of water vapor and sword wind suddenly erupted around the female ghost, engulfing her.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!!!"

The female ghost let out a painful roar, and soon vanished into thin air.

As for the masked man, he was also torn to pieces because he was caught in the storm of sword energy.

"Done!"

After defeating the enemy, Changqing easily twisted his wrist, took a few steps to the dismembered corpse, grabbed half of the enemy's head, and began to read its memories.

He then looked at Qian Wu and the other two, and asked, "Where is Shui Yun?"

Seemingly shocked by the scene of Changqing annihilating the vengeful ghost with a single finger, Qian Wu swallowed hard before replying shakily.

"Our master is chasing another group of people, and we don't know his exact whereabouts right now."

"Is that so..."

Upon hearing this, Changqing nodded.

Soon his mental energy spread out, enveloping the entire mountain forest, and before long he sensed another group of people fighting.

"Found it!"

Changqing located Shuiyun and the others, then casually tossed the half of their heads that he had just read onto the ground.

Then he said to Qian Wu and the other two, "You three go back to the temporary base first. I'm going to support Shui Yun and the others."

Without waiting for Qian Wu and the other two to respond, he soared into the sky, transforming into a white cloud and flying towards Shui Yun and the others.

"So handsome!"

"I wonder when I'll be able to be like Uncle Changqing?"

Watching Changqing depart into the distance, Qiuming's eyes shone with light, and he couldn't help but murmur aloud.

Upon hearing this, Qian Wu rolled his eyes.

"Tsk, I think you'd better stop daydreaming."

"Uncle-Master Changqing has already reached the third level or higher."

"Even after the new cultivation method became widespread, only our Grandmaster and Senior Brother Changqing have reached that level so far."

"Even Grandmaster Uncle Si Chong and Grandmaster Uncle Cheng Zhen are still stuck at the peak of the second level."

"With our aptitude, we'd be lucky to even reach the second level in this lifetime."

"As for realms above the third level, don't even dream about it."

Upon hearing Qian Wu's words, Qiu Ming and Yun Ji exchanged a glance and sighed simultaneously.

They understood this principle, of course, but whenever they thought of Changqing's figure, they couldn't help but feel longing.

"Alright, let's stop thinking about this and get out of here."

"There must be some other Japanese spies hiding in the shadows."

"Without Uncle Changqing here, we'd better leave this place as soon as possible."

Qian Wu saw what the two were thinking, patted them on the shoulder, and then ran away quickly.

Meanwhile, Changqing had also arrived at another battlefield.

At this moment, Shuiyun was fighting three Japanese Onmyoji single-handedly, holding her own against them.

Relying on the Tai Xu Sword Form, Shui Yun was practically a sword energy machine gun, unleashing a sword energy with every punch.

The dense sword energy enveloped him, and the three Japanese Onmyoji were forced to fight with their hands tied, barely having a chance to unleash their Onmyo techniques.

Even if she occasionally uses Yin-Yang techniques, they are quickly neutralized by the dense sword energy, making it impossible for her to hit Shuiyun.

However, Changqing shook his head when he saw this scene from the air. Without reaching the third level of comprehension, Shuiyun could not maintain the reverse life mode for a long time and continuously launch a large amount of sword energy.

The current situation is simply Shuiyun's intention to resolve the matter quickly.

They attempted to forcibly kill the three Onmyoji using massive amounts of sword energy.

However, Shuiyun seemed to have underestimated the strength of the three Onmyoji. Even with such a dense barrage of sword energy attacks, she was unable to defeat them in a short time.

Currently, it seems that Shuiyun's internal energy has been depleted.

If this continues, he probably won't even be able to maintain his regenerative mode.