Simultaneous Transmigration: Freedom Across the Heavens

Chapter 82 Concealing the Edge and the Cry of the Sword

The sun was setting in the west, and the golden-red afterglow bathed the streets and alleys of Muye, as evening approached.

Bai Li said goodbye to Kushina Uzumaki at the door of her house.

He spent the entire afternoon at Kushina's house. Because of Naruto, Kushina personally cooked a delicious meal to thank him.

The fiery, volatile little red chili pepper of the past has lost its spiciness, leaving only a stubbornness in its eyes.

Naruto ultimately didn't inherit the Namikaze surname, which was part of the elders' art of balancing things out, deliberately downplaying his influence as the Fourth Hokage's son.

Although Kushina was unwilling, she was well aware of the consequences and could only accept it silently.

Kushina Uzumaki bowed slightly and said, "Hakuri, thank you!"

Bai Li returned the greeting, saying, "Kushina-sensei, you flatter me. This is all I should do."

"Please feel free to ask if you need anything."

"Yes!" Kushina Uzumaki smiled and nodded.

Kushina Uzumaki stood at the door, gazing at Shirai's retreating figure, remaining silent for a long time. She sighed softly, turned and went inside, closing the door behind her.

She's no longer a Jinchūriki, so she can't act on her temper anymore. Fortunately, she still has Hakuri to support her!

that's nice!

The sky gradually darkened.

Bai Li kept walking and soon arrived at the place he had agreed to meet with Mitarashi Anko: the mochi shop.

The two had arranged to go together to try the new glutinous rice balls.

Mitarashi Azuko licked the papaya-flavored dumpling on her hand, her little face slightly worried.

She was worried about Bai Li.

During this period, his conflict with Orochimaru deepened, almost to the point of being on the verge of war.

After hesitating for a long time, Mitarashi Anko finally raised her head, looked at Hakuri beside her, and asked softly, "Hakuri, you and Orochimaru-sensei... nothing bad will happen, will it?"

Don't worry!

Bai Li reached out and patted her head, saying, "It'll be alright."

His conflict with Orochimaru escalated dramatically, to the point where they publicly clashed, which was all an act.

Orochimaru's Reanimation Jutsu is not yet fully successful and still needs time to be refined.

Bai Li knew that Orochimaru was only using him as a backup body.

Orochimaru also knew that Hakuri knew he was using Hakuri as a backup body.

Currently, both are holding back and have reached a subtle understanding—to prepare for both possibilities.

In case something happens.

Orochimaru: Hatake Hakuri is my spy left in Konoha.

Bai Li: I will always stand on the side of justice.

A world of martial arts.

The sun was shining brightly, and the sky was cloudless.

The summit of Mount Hua is characterized by its precipitous and unique peaks.

It was summer, and the pines and cypresses grew strong and tall along the mountainside, while the flowers bloomed in a riot of colors, dotting the landscape.

Bai Li lay on a boulder on the Cliff of Contemplation, with his hands behind his head and his legs crossed, enjoying the peace.

As for the needs of my family members, I already have a plan in mind.

Whoosh!

A pebble, carrying a strong gust of wind, aimed at his head.

Bai Li remained calm and unhurried, not even lifting his eyelids, and reached out to grab the pebble.

He sat up straight and said helplessly, "Grand Uncle, what are you doing now?"

Feng Qingyang stood on the edge of the cliff, his white beard flowing and his clothes fluttering, exuding an air of otherworldly elegance.

He was exasperated: "You lazybones! You've learned the Dugu Nine Swords but you don't practice properly. All you do is sleep in or sunbathe all day."

"I really don't know how you earned your reputation in the martial arts world?"

The Huashan Sect had been dormant for many years, and it was only with great difficulty that a disciple capable of leading the sect emerged. However, the disciple was so lazy and indolent, which caused Feng Qingyang great distress.

I wish I could take matters into my own hands, pick him up, and discipline him properly.

Bai Li stood up, his hands hanging naturally at his sides. He reached out and beckoned, and the long sword "Wait" stuck in the crevice of the stone flew straight towards him without any wind, and he caught it in his hand.

This sword was a gift from Yue Buqun. It is said to be an ancient Longquan sword, which he painstakingly acquired from the ancient sword tower of the Sword Sect.

Hoping that Bai Li can become a gentleman like him, thinking thrice before acting, the name was chosen to be "One, Slow Down"!

"Grandmaster Uncle, to be honest, I have mastered the Dugu Nine Swords to an unparalleled level!"

Feng Qingyang was speechless for a moment, then grabbed a tree branch.

Even I, an old man who has practiced the Dugu Nine Swords for half my life, would not dare to say such a thing. You, a mere brat, have only practiced for a few months, yet you dare to speak so arrogantly.

He retorted angrily, "Fine, fine, then I'll experience your 'divine' swordsmanship firsthand."

Why does nobody believe me when I tell the truth?

Helpless, Bai Li pulled out the "Wait a Minute" card with his backhand. "Grand Uncle, please give me your guidance."

"Hmph!" Feng Qingyang stopped talking, flicked his wrist, and the tree branch in his hand transformed into thousands of sword lights, magnificent and unparalleled, which was the Dugu Nine Swords - Breaking Sword Style.

Bai Li's figure blurred into afterimages as he unleashed three different sword techniques simultaneously.

The Sword-Breaking Style uses sword principles to counter sword techniques.

The palm strike technique, combined with the sword's three-pronged attack from above, middle, and below, blocked Feng Qingyang's retreat, leaving him with no way to avoid it.

If the first two moves could only make Feng Qingyang nod in approval and marvel at the boy's exceptional talent, then the last move made him change color in shock.

An incomparably sharp and boundless sword intent burst forth from Bai Li, seemingly covering even the heavens and earth.

In the heavens and on earth, there is only one sword—the Qi-Breaking Style!

Feng Qingyang's expression was solemn, and he held nothing back. His sword intent was as perilous as Mount Hua, as desolate as a barren wasteland, lonely and weathered.

The tree branch collided with the sword's edge, creating ripples in the air. Seemingly without waves, all the rocks within three zhang around the two were instantly pulverized by the sword energy, scattering into the world with the breeze.

boom!

The branch in Feng Qingyang's hand exploded, turning into countless fragments.

He withdrew his hand, glanced at the sleeve that had been slashed open by the sword, and saw a clean, smooth cut at the cuff. He said, "Good lad, you've really mastered it."

Bai Li withdrew his weapon, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said respectfully, "This disciple merely took advantage of the sharp weapon in his hand. Please do not take offense, Grandmaster Uncle."

Feng Qingyang sighed, somewhat moved. It's true that every generation produces its own talents, and the students always surpass their teachers!

He waved his hand casually and said, "Fine, I have nothing more to teach you. Go ahead."

After a pause, Feng Qingyang looked at him solemnly and instructed, "Bai Li, in the future, when you enter and leave the martial world, you must never say that I taught you swordsmanship, understand?"

Bai Li feigned confusion: "Grandmaster Uncle, why is that?"

"Cough cough cough..." Feng Qingyang stroked his long beard and said, "I have many enemies in the martial world. If they find out, they will definitely make things difficult for you."

Didn't you kill all your enemies?

Don't think I don't know; you're worried I'll cause trouble and implicate you, aren't you?

Bai Li muttered to himself, but on the surface he looked like he understood, and immediately patted his chest and said, "Grand Uncle, you don't need to do that. I'll take on your enemies."

"You brat, I told you not to say anything, so you did!"

"So hesitant and indecisive..."

Enraged, Feng Qingyang waved his hand and drifted away, leaving behind a voice that floated back, "Don't come here again unless it's absolutely necessary..."

Bai Li couldn't help but chuckle; this old man was really easy to tease.

Then, like a cloud, he drifted down from the Cliff of Contemplation to find his junior sister!

Mount Hua, Jade Maiden Peak, Hall of Righteousness.

Yue Buqun sat at the head of the table, holding a gold-embossed invitation in his hand, feeling the impermanence of life.

Why don't I have it?

Bai Li walked in, peeked around, and asked, "Master, where's Junior Sister?"

Yue Buqun:

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That brat is getting more and more careless.

He closed his eyes and silently recited in his heart: This is the hope of Mount Hua, the pillar. I must not get angry, I must not get angry.

Yue Buqun opened his eyes, smiled, and handed over the invitation in his hand, saying in a calm tone, "Eleventh, you've come at the right time. The Prince of Pingnan's mansion in the capital sent you an invitation."

"For me?"

Bai Li took the post, quickly browsed through it, and summarized it in one sentence: "[Full moon on the fifteenth, there's something exciting to see, come quickly.]"