Simultaneous Transmigration: Freedom Across the Heavens

The majestic green mountains resemble a coiled dragon, while the vast mist swirls like a light veil.

At the back mountain scenic area, Bai Li put down his phone. He had just finished a call with Lu Feiyue and wanted to go find her for a three-hundred-round sparring match, but he didn't expect that the girl had already returned to her hometown in Jiangxi.

Never mind, I'll challenge her to a duel another time.

"What a pity, what a pity!"

Bai Li shook his head, looking regretful. "Since my debut, no one has ever forced me to use my Heavenly Strike!"

Thousands of miles away in Jiangxi, Lu Feiyue hung up the phone, surprised. Was that all?

My cousin, Lu Zhiyun, lay barefoot on the sofa, her eyes darting around with gossip in them. A mischievous smile played on her lips as she said, "Sis, you actually went to Uncle for help with that man? What, he's got your heart set on?"

"You brat, if you keep talking nonsense, I'll tear your stinking mouth apart." A blush appeared on Lu Feiyue's cheeks, and she reached out and slapped Lu Zhiyun's fleshy buttocks, causing waves to rise.

"Ah!" Lu Zhiyun screamed, got up, and the two sisters rolled around laughing and playing.

...

Inside the Ancestral Hall, the air was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood and the smoke of incense.

Bai Li formed the Zi-Wu Mudra with his hands and respectfully bowed three times to the statue of the deity. He then stepped forward and threw three mobile phones into the donation box.

The young Taoist priest standing nearby was stunned by this action. It was the first time he had ever seen anyone throw a cell phone, let alone three of them. What a big deal this must have been!

Bai Li leisurely strolled around the back mountain. It's truly rare to encounter a reclusive master. He had originally wanted to try the Quanzhen Hidden Dragon Skill, but it seems that even three cell phones weren't enough.

Never mind, I'll be more devout next time!

...

"Dear passengers, train N526 bound for Kunming is about to depart. Please..."

The train sped along, and the scenery outside the window rushed by.

Bai Li leaned against the window, closing his eyes in thought: Quanxing is still relentlessly pursuing me, and the traces of the Reversal of Eight Directions should be exposed soon. Now is the perfect time to go to Biyou Village. There are still six months left. By the time the plot begins and the Eight Extraordinary Techniques are revealed, who will remember me? Heh, plan in place!

Bai Li's thoughts were interrupted by a burst of noise. He opened his eyes and saw a group of seven or eight female college students chatting and laughing as they entered the carriage. They were youthful, beautiful, and full of energy, instantly enlivening the atmosphere.

Three girls happened to sit in Bai Li's row. The girl opposite him glanced at him curiously a few times, then whispered something in her companion's ear. They laughed and joked around for a bit, and then... nothing happened.

Bai Li chuckled and shook his head, then closed his eyes again.

In the real world, there aren't that many dramatic encounters.

Just one day later, he felt as if there was a thin veil separating him from the world of ordinary people.

An extraordinary person is, after all, different from ordinary people.

Guizhou Province is full of mountains, and Biyou Village's exact location was never shown in the story. Bai Li could only search slowly based on the terrain of Wayaocun, which he remembered.

Mount Waglong, with its undulating terrain, resembles a reclining dragon.

It was the dead of winter, but the pines and cypresses in the mountains remained evergreen, and occasionally a few clumps of hardy asters could be seen.

Bai Li, dressed in a windbreaker and carrying a hiking backpack, looked like a traveler as he passed through the deep, dark cave, where the view suddenly opened up.

A small mountain village came into view, with several tea plantations in front of it. Tricycles carrying stones and logs creaked and groaned as they drove into the village along the muddy road.

Bai Li's eyes lit up. He thought to himself, "It's no wonder the villagers can't go without food and water. As long as we find out where the supplies are going, we'll definitely be able to find Biyou Village."

There were no outsiders in the village. As soon as Bai Li stepped onto the muddy road, some villagers noticed the commotion and turned to look. Some of the more astute villagers ran off to report the news.

Soon, a petite figure darted out.

With short, bright orange hair, a round face, and wearing a cotton-padded work uniform, she was none other than Liu Wu Kui, the fiery-tempered orange-haired loli.

"Hey, where are you from? What are you doing here?" Liu Wu Kui stood with his hands on his hips, glaring at Bai Li with a clear and loud voice.

Bai Li looked at the orange-haired loli who was barely taller than his shoulder and raised an eyebrow: "I came here because I heard that this place takes in desperate people with supernatural abilities, so I came here specifically to seek refuge."

"Seek refuge with?"

Liu Wu Kui's eyes lit up. He rolled up his sleeves and struck a pose, his face full of eagerness. "So you're an extraordinary person too! Tell me, what skills do you have? Show me a thing or two!"

Is this... a welcoming ceremony? Bai Li's eye twitched slightly, and Qian laughed, "Hehehe... little sister, let's talk this out..."

"Who's your sister? Pah..."

"Wu Kui, what are you doing?" A man walked out of the village.

Bai Li looked up and saw white hair and black eyes, with a jade ring on his hand. He must be the unlucky guy, Qiu Rang, whose gilded ruyi was stolen by Feng Baobao.

Liu Wu Kui turned his head slightly, glancing at Qiu Rang out of the corner of his eye, and said, "You've come at the right time. There's a strange uncle here who wants to join the village chief. I'm just about to test his background."

"Strange, strange uncle! Are you talking about me?" Bai Li asked in disbelief.

Qiu Rang quickly approached, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "I'm sorry, Wu Kui is just a child, please don't take offense."

"You're the kids, your whole family are kids."

Liu Wu Kui got angry, kicked Qiu Rang in the shin, raised his head, put his hands behind his back, and stormed off.

Qiu Rang rubbed his calves. "Friend, my name is Qiu Rang. What's your name?"

"Bai Li, the 'Bai' in 'white' and the 'Li' in 'reason'."

"You want to join the village?"

"Exactly, I don't know what procedures are involved."

"No need for that trouble, the village chief's approval is enough."

Bai Li narrowed his eyes and said, "Then what are you even saying?"

Qiu Rang finally realized what had happened, his face flushed red with embarrassment. It was all Liu Wu Kui's fault for kicking him so hard he was confused.

"Come on, I'll take you to see the village chief."

Qiu Rang quickly changed the subject, leading the way while stroking his chin, wondering to himself: Strange, why do I feel so much urge to punch this person when I'm meeting him for the first time?

Biyou Village is more than halfway completed. Bai Li observed that the population is about 150 people. It is neither too big nor too small, but the atmosphere is very harmonious.

Ma Xianhong's house is located deep in the village. As you push open the door, a faint fragrance of grass and trees wafts out.

The room was furnished very simply, with only a bed, a table, and a stool, nothing else.

The two sat facing each other on small stools. Ma Xianhong poured Bai Li a cup of tea and said, "I heard from Qiu Rang that you want to stay in the village?"

Bai Li picked up the teacup and bowed slightly: "Thank you. Quanxing is hunting me down and I have nowhere else to turn. I heard that this place takes in people of different kinds, so I came here to seek refuge. I hope the village chief will grant my request."

"My initial intention in establishing the New Jie Sect was to teach all without discrimination. Most people in the village, like you, are extraordinary individuals who are not accepted by the world. If you want to stay in the village, I certainly welcome you."

"Thank you very much, Village Chief."

Time flies, and half a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

The warm winter sun shone through the clouds, enveloping the small mountain village.

Bai Li, carrying a bucket of spring water, knocked on the door of Bi Yuan's hut: "Grandpa Bi, I've come to see you again."

Bi Yuan reluctantly opened the door. This kid comes every day, and every three sentences he talks about are about the Thirteen Needles of Ghosts. He doesn't even bother to act.

"Hehe, Grandpa Bi, I know you like to brew tea, so I specially fetched spring water from the mountain. This spring water is absolutely perfect for brewing tea."

"Come in." Bi Yuan waved his hand dismissively and turned to go back into the house.

"Why."

As the sun rose high in the sky, Bai Li leaned back in his chair, flipping through a yellowed book, occasionally asking Bi Yuan a few questions.

Bi Yuan finally couldn't resist Bai Li's harassment and taught him the Thirteen Ghost Needles.

In the kettle, spring water was bubbling and gurgling.

Bi Yuan sat upright by the stove, glancing sideways. He chuckled. "The Eight Directions Reversal and the Divine Hundred Refinements are about to stir up a storm in the world of extraordinary beings!"

However, this kid actually wanted me to brew tea for him. He's shameless enough to be shameless, but he'll definitely amount to something in the future.

"Grandpa Bi!"

The sound of footsteps echoed before he even arrived. Liu Wu Kui rushed in, saw Bai Li, and exclaimed, "Little Bai, I knew you'd be here! You're always running to Grandpa Bi's house. What, are you going to be Grandpa Bi's grandson?!"

There's always someone who can handle someone else. Bai Li sometimes found this loud and boisterous girl a headache. He put down his book and asked, "Sister Kui'er, what do you want?"

Liu Wu Kui put one hand on his hip: "Hmph, enough nonsense, come on, let's go to the grove."

Without waiting for Bai Li's reply, she turned and ran outside, shouting, "Hurry up!"

Bai Li reluctantly got up, apologized to Bi Yuan, and quickly followed. Behind him, the old man's low laughter could be heard.