Simultaneous Transmigration: The Re-merging of 99 Selves

Chapter 180 Hypnotizing Bai Qing'er

Just as Bai Qing'er thought she had succeeded, a glint of light flashed in Zhao Yu's eyes.

"I've heard," Zhao Yu's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a strange rhythm, "that within the Yin Kui Sect, you have a senior sister named Wanwan. She's the Yin Queen's favored successor, valued even more than you, is that right?"

Bai Qing'er was taken aback, and blurted out instinctively, "How did you know—"

Before she could finish speaking, she met Zhao Yu's gaze, and her vision suddenly blurred, the surrounding scenery distorting and changing.

Zhao Yu, who had been standing in the room just moments before, had vanished. In his place stood a man in white, barefoot, looking down at her with icy eyes.

Master Zhu Yuyan stood aside, her expression displeased.

"Senior sister—I was wrong—"

Bai Qing'er's body went limp, and she squatted down, her voice trembling with tears: "I shouldn't have tried to take the position of sect leader from you, please forgive me—Master, please say a word for me—"

She curled up on the ground, incoherent, her previous charm and composure completely gone, replaced only by a deep-seated fear.

Zhao Yu stood to the side with his arms crossed, a cold smile playing on his lips.

She even dared to use her charm on him; she's practically walking into a trap.

The theory of the Soul Transfer Technique is exquisite and bizarre, but it may not be as natural and alluring as the Maiden Technique.

However, the battle on the spiritual level is not a struggle in the material world, and it is never about comparing the level of cultivation techniques, but about comparing the strength of willpower and mental strength.

Having undergone multiple integrations and ruled a nation, Zhao Yu's unwavering resolve and immense spirit far surpass those of Bai Qing'er, a mere novice disciple of the demonic sect.

Furthermore, with his intentions aligned with Bai Qing'er's unpreparedness, Zhao Yu easily used her allure to his advantage, drawing out what Bai Qing'er feared most and trapping her in an illusion.

He wasn't in a hurry, so he just stood aside and watched.

Only when Bai Qing'er squatted on the ground muttering to herself and her voice gradually lowered did he lift his foot and gently kick her calf.

"Alright, now that you're awake, get up. What kind of behavior is it to be squatting on the ground?"

Bai Qing'er trembled and suddenly came to her senses.

Zhao Yu didn't exert much effort, so Bai Qing'er's time in the illusion was naturally short. However, the reason she remained unconscious for so long was because she didn't know how to face Zhao Yu.

Thinking about her pathetic state as she squatted on the ground, which Zhao Yu had seen through, she felt both ashamed and angry.

Bai Qing'er didn't not want to get up; she was simply too embarrassed to stand up.

Having been exposed by Zhao Yu, she had no choice but to grit her teeth, stand up, and glare at him angrily.

"The steward really doesn't know how to cherish women at all." Her tone was tinged with grievance.

"Tenderness and pity should be selective," Zhao Yu said calmly. "I will naturally be tender and lenient with my own people. As for those who are plotting against me, it's already being polite of me not to cripple their martial arts."

Bai Qing'er pouted, curtsied, and said submissively, "This servant knows she was wrong and will never dare to do it again."

She verbally admitted her mistake, but her heart was in turmoil.

In just over a month, Zhao Yu's martial arts skills had improved remarkably, and even his mental strength had become so formidable that it could easily backfire on her "Girl's Great Technique."

How many secrets does he hold?

If I could figure out his background and learn such advanced techniques, wouldn't I be able to easily win the competition with Wan for the position of successor?

Upon thinking of this, Bai Qing'er's initial embarrassment and annoyance vanished, and she began to have other ideas, her gaze towards Zhao Yu becoming increasingly ardent.

Zhao Yu could easily see through her thoughts, but he was too lazy to point them out.

He simply waved his hand and said, "Alright, you no longer need to hide your identity. Just stay in the manor and follow my instructions. Go and rest if you have nothing else to do."

Bai Qing'er's eyes darted around. Instead of leaving, she took a step forward, her fingertips lightly tracing her collarbone, and gave a charming smile.

"Steward, you must be tired from your journey. How about I help you bathe and change?"

Before she could finish speaking, she felt a blur before her eyes, a tightening around her waist, and she was sent flying as if riding on clouds.

With a "bang," the door was slammed shut from the inside.

Zhao Yu's voice came through the door, tinged with impatience: "You talk too much nonsense."

Bai Qing'er stood under the eaves, stamped her foot, and snorted, "You clueless idiot."

However, she didn't seem annoyed. She smiled, pursed her lips, and turned to leave gracefully.

Inside the room, Zhao Yu sat cross-legged on the couch, closed his eyes, concentrated, and slowly circulated his internal energy.

The various unique skills of the Free and Unfettered Sect slowly merged within his body.

The internal energy accumulated by the Beiming Divine Skill is as vast as the sea, the Xiaowuxiang Skill encompasses all things, and the Tianshan Six Yang Palm and the White Rainbow Palm each have their own exquisite power.

These martial arts originated from Taoism and do not conflict with the martial arts origins of the Tang Dynasty world; only their cultivation systems are slightly different.

"Xiaoyaozi is truly a genius." Zhao Yu sighed inwardly.

In the world of metal-based martial arts, the level of comprehension required to create such an all-encompassing Taoist divine skill is unimaginable.

If he had been born in a world as rich in spiritual energy as the Tang Dynasty, his achievements might not have been inferior to Ning Daoqi and Song Que; he might have become another grandmaster who dominated his era.

Zhao Yu calmed his mind and repeatedly circulated his true energy, refining every inch of his meridians.

By merging with an additional clone, one gains more foundation and a deeper understanding of martial arts.

What he needs to do now is to thoroughly digest these resources and transform them into real combat power.

Only in this way can we truly compete with Shi Zhixuan.

As night deepened, all was quiet.

Suddenly, a roar shattered the tranquility of the night.

"You surnamed Shi, are you never going to stop?!"

Zhao Yu roared angrily, his body suddenly leaping up and soaring into the sky along the broken roof.

He looked around, but the night sky was vast and the cold moon hung high. The surroundings were empty, and there wasn't a single person in sight.

Only a chilling laugh drifted from afar, elusive and directionless, before quickly dissipating into the night wind.

Shi Zhixuan has long since passed away.

Zhao Yu stood on the dilapidated rooftop, his face ashen, his fists clenched tightly.

The feeling of being outmaneuvered and outmatched is incredibly frustrating.

Shi Zhixuan is like a persistent boil, popping up from time to time. He can't kill you, but he can keep you on edge all the time, making it hard for you to eat or sleep.

Over time, even an iron man can't withstand it.

"No." Zhao Yu took a deep breath, suppressing his frustration. "We must resolve Du Fuwei's troubles as soon as possible, stabilize the rear, and then free up our hands to completely eliminate Jieshizhixuan."

If this drags on, he'll be driven to a mental breakdown before Zhu Yuyan even arrives.

For the next two days, Zhao Yu stayed at the General's Office to handle the backlog of government affairs.

He was an emperor himself, and the civil administration, finance, and military affairs of a province were nothing more than a piece of cake for him.

He could spot the crux of the problem with a glance at the accounts and official documents submitted by Cui Shanwei, and his instructions were precise and appropriate.

In just two days, the tasks that had piled up for more than a month were cleared up, and officials at all levels breathed a sigh of relief, becoming even more impressed with Zhao Yu's ability to govern.

Strangely, despite Zhao Yu's heightened vigilance these past two days, Shi Zhixuan has vanished without a trace and has not reappeared.

Although Zhao Yu's nerves remained constantly on edge, he devoted more of his energy to military affairs.