Simultaneous Transmigration: The Re-merging of 99 Selves

After leaving a mole within the Songshan Sect, Zhao Yu left quietly. He should be able to use this underhanded tactic in a few days.

As Zhao Yu darted through the woods, he prepared to retrieve the horses that were tethered to the side of the official road.

But after walking only a few miles, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

With a level of hearing far exceeding that of ordinary people, his six senses were sharp enough to detect a faint cry for help.

The voice was intermittent, with a distinct sob in it, and sounded like that of a young woman.

In the desolate wilderness, outside Hengshan City where martial arts practitioners gather, it's easy to imagine what might happen in such a mixed and chaotic environment.

Zhao Yu raised an eyebrow slightly, turned around, and rushed towards the direction from which the cries for help came.

Although he was on his way, he didn't mind taking care of a few scoundrels in the martial arts world while he was at it, which could be considered as doing something good for this chaotic martial arts world.

After passing through a dense thicket of bushes, the view suddenly opened up before us.

A nun dressed in gray robes was seen running unsteadily. Her monastic hat was nowhere to be seen, revealing her bald head. Her face was covered in mud and tear stains, and her robes were torn in several places by tree branches, making her look very disheveled.

Even so, it couldn't hide her beautiful and refined appearance. Her big, watery eyes were filled with fear, like a frightened fawn.

Zhao Yu couldn't help but sigh inwardly. No wonder Wu Zetian could still make Li Zhi so infatuated even after she became a nun. It turns out that there really are such beauties in the world.

This little nun is so beautiful even without hair; if she grew her hair long, she would truly be a beauty that could topple kingdoms.

He wasn't lustful at first sight; he simply appreciated beautiful things.

However, the answer is already obvious given the time, place, and the iconic nun attire.

This young nun must be Yilin from the Hengshan Sect.

Unexpectedly, they ran into Yilin right after encountering the Songshan Sect members; what a coincidence!

According to the original novel, Yilin was captured by Tian Boguang a few days before she was to retire from the martial arts world, and that's when all those events happened.

Hengshan City, despite its name, is actually just a county at the foot of Mount Heng, much smaller than Fuzhou.

It's not surprising that he met her on the eve of Liu Zhengfeng's retirement from the criminal world.

After a moment's thought, Zhao Yu appeared and asked, "Little Master, were you calling for help just now? What trouble did you encounter?"

Upon hearing a response, Yilin's face lit up with joy. She turned to Zhao Yu and cried out, her voice trembling with emotion, "Quick, quick, save them..."

But when she saw Zhao Yu, she was clearly stunned for a moment.

The man before them was dressed in a long robe, with a handsome face and a gentle demeanor. He didn't even have a weapon in his hand, and looked like a pampered young master, not a martial arts practitioner at all.

She quickly wiped away her tears and said urgently, "Young master, you must leave quickly. There's a vicious man chasing me. If you want to help me, go into the city and find Abbess Dingyi of the Hengshan Sect, and tell her that Yilin is in danger."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yu pointed behind her with a strange expression: "Little Master Yilin, right? Is the villain you're talking about the one behind you?"

Yilin stiffened and slowly turned her head away.

A gray figure darted out of the woods and landed not far behind her.

The man was of medium build, with an ordinary face and a frivolous smile on his lips. He carried a single-edged sword on his shoulder and was none other than Tian Boguang, the infamous womanizer and lone wolf in the martial arts world.

"Little nun, you're quite fast." Tian Boguang stroked his chin, his eyes brazenly scanning Yilin. "But have you forgotten what my reputation is in the martial arts world? You'll never have the chance to escape from me in your lifetime."

Yilin's face turned deathly pale. She subconsciously took a step back and asked in a trembling voice, "Where is Senior Brother Linghu from the Huashan Sect? What did you do to him?"

Tian Boguang chuckled, "That kid's got some guts. Even though his martial arts are terrible, he still insisted on saving people. His amateurish skills are really nothing to brag about. Now that I've chased him all the way here, what else do you think he can do?"

Yilin couldn't help but shed tears: "Aren't you afraid of Buddha's punishment for doing such evil deeds?"

Tian Boguang chuckled lewdly: "Little nun, stop struggling. I don't know if Buddha will punish you or not, but he has brought you to me. It's clear that Buddha is quite generous to me."

"Don't you Buddhists believe in cause and effect? ​​I think this is our karma coming to pass. Little nun, just give in to me, and I promise you'll know what true bliss is."

Yilin trembled, but suddenly stopped retreating and spread her arms to block Tian Boguang.

Although she was so frightened her teeth were chattering, she still turned to Zhao Yu and shouted, "Young Master, run! I'll stop him. If you happen to meet my master, Abbess Dingyi, tell her that I haven't disgraced the Hengshan Sect!"

Seeing Yilin's petite figure blocking the way, even though he himself could barely stand, yet still protecting him, a complete stranger, Zhao Yu couldn't help but nod in approval.

This world of chivalry is filled with hypocrites and villains, but it also has its share of truly chivalrous people, like Yilin.

"Oh, there's a pretty boy here too." Tian Boguang then noticed Zhao Yu standing to the side, looked him up and down, and showed disgust on his face.

"What I hate most in my life is this kind of delicate, pampered young master who, relying on his family's stinking money, has swindled countless women. You shouldn't have said that, because now that you've brought it up, I'm determined to kill him."

"Benefactor Tian, ​​no!" Yilin cried out hurriedly, "He was just passing by and has nothing to do with this. If you want to kill someone, kill me. Don't hurt the innocent."

She had been a nun since childhood, and even though she hated Tian Boguang to the core, she still addressed him as "benefactor" because she really didn't know how to curse him.

In Yilin's mind, "villain" was already the worst word, but it still fell short of describing Tian Boguang.

The more Yilin tried to persuade him, the angrier Tian Boguang became, and he lunged at Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu smiled at Yilin and said, "Little Master, don't try to persuade him anymore. Can't you see? The more you try to persuade him, the more he wants to kill me."

Yilin was momentarily flustered and somewhat bewildered: "Is...is that so?"

Zhao Yu comforted him, "It's not your fault. Some people just can't stand seeing others do well, especially those who are better than them. Even if you don't try to persuade him, he won't let me off the hook."

Upon hearing this, Tian Boguang stopped and couldn't help but retort.

"Nonsense! You brat, tell me, in what way am I inferior to you? Lightness skill, martial arts, either one—dare you challenge me to a duel?"

Zhao Yu chuckled and said, "What's the point of comparing these things? If we're going to compare, let's compare the simplest and most direct thing: you're not as handsome as me, you should admit that. Otherwise, why would you be so determined to kill me? It's nothing but jealousy."