Simultaneous Transmigration: Freedom Across the Heavens

Chapter 98 Full Moon Night

The aftershocks of the bridal sedan chair landing had not yet subsided when a pale white hand pulled back the curtain, and a figure stepped out slowly, her steps light and graceful, as if walking on clouds.

With a pale face and a light beard, dressed in a snow-white robe, his most striking feature was his eyes, which were dark and deep, like two cold stars, icy and devoid of any emotion. He was none other than Ye Gucheng, the city lord of Baiyun City.

Ye Gucheng glanced indifferently at the six women who had fallen to their deaths, his expression completely unmoved, as if the dead were not his maids, but merely six insignificant fallen leaves.

He swept his gaze indifferently over the crowd, his toes barely touching the ground as he rose gracefully like a willow swaying in the breeze. He touched the eaves of the street corner with his toes and disappeared from everyone's sight in a few leaps.

"Wow, that's Ye Gucheng!"

"A celestial being descended from the heavens! It's a celestial being descended from the heavens!!"

"A sword immortal! It's a sword immortal! That sword strike just now was simply divine skill!"

Bai Li lowered her eyes, her fingers stroking her chin.

Ye Gucheng didn't pretend to be hit by the Soul-Chasing Sand, and the plot ultimately took a turn.

Lu Xiaofeng frowned and remained silent.

After a long silence, Bai Li spoke up: "Lu Xiaofeng, have you ever seen a celestial being descend from the heavens before?"

Lu Xiaofeng shook his head. "This is the first time I've seen this today. Is something fishy going on?"

Bai Li didn't speak, and looked out the window again. The yamen officials had arrived and were dealing with Tang Tianrong and the six female corpses.

The swordplay and technique of that strike were excellent, befitting a top-tier master; however, the timing of the attack was just a fraction off.

If the timing is right, none of the six women will die.

"Nothing strange about it." Bai Li stood up and patted the wrinkles on his robe. "If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving now."

Having said that, he walked out of Richun Pavilion without any hesitation.

Knowing that Ximen Chuixue was unharmed and seeing Ye Gucheng enter the capital, Lu Xiaofeng had no more interest in dwelling on anything else and left Yiqingyuan.

The decisive day, the third to last day.

Kyoto was a melting pot of martial arts figures from all walks of life, including masters from the Three Mountains and Five Peaks, disciples of prestigious sects, and wandering rogues from unorthodox schools.

Inns and restaurants were fully booked, and the owners were overjoyed.

The second to last day.

The sudden deaths of two of Kyoto's wealthiest men, Li Yanbei and Du Tongxuan, at their homes, attracted only a handful of people and caused no stir whatsoever.

On the day of the decisive battle.

In the morning, Zhu Wushi, the Iron-Blooded Marquis, rode out of the city alone and disappeared without a trace.

evening.

A richly decorated carriage slowly travels along Zhuque Avenue.

Inside the carriage, Bai Li fell into deep thought. This duel had no ribbons, and the Forbidden City was completely open, with nearly 30,000 martial arts practitioners pouring in. It was no exaggeration to say that it was a sea of ​​people.

"Young master, we have arrived at the palace," the coachman respectfully informed him.

Bai Li opened his eyes, took Ouyang Qing's hand with one hand and Xue Bing's hand with the other, pushed open the carriage door, and slowly stepped down from the carriage.

Dressed in a green robe, with a tall and straight figure, holding a silver sword, he exuded an extraordinary aura, like a celestial being descended to earth; behind him followed two stunning beauties, one charming and alluring, the other cold and captivating, with skin as white as snow and a face that could topple empires.

The three walked side by side, attracting countless glances along the way—some of them amazed, some envious, some jealous—but no one dared to cause trouble.

People are here to watch the excitement, not to become the excitement themselves.

Bai Li and his two companions walked all the way to the Golden Water Bridge, where a man stepped forward, wearing a flying fish robe and carrying an embroidered spring knife—the Azure Dragon.

"Young Master Bai, it's been several months since we last met, and you're even more impressive than before," Qinglong said, clasping his hands in greeting.

Bai Li returned the greeting and said, "Lord Qinglong, it's been a long time."

Qinglong quickly waved his hand: "Young hero, you are too kind. I am not worthy of being called 'sir'. You can just call me Qinglong."

"Young Master Bai, I know you've come to watch the duel. This place is crowded and noisy, so I've specially arranged a quiet spot with an excellent view. Please follow me."

Bai Li knew that he was repaying the Liu family's kindness in saving him, so he didn't stand on ceremony: "Then please lead the way, Brother Qinglong."

"Please!" Qinglong took the lead, guiding Bai Li and the other two through a side path, avoiding the crowd, and directly to His Highness Taihe.

Bai Li looked up and saw that His Highness Taihe had gathered many people: Duan Tianya, Shangguan Haitang, and Guihai Yidao from the Dragon Guard Manor. The three of them stood side by side with solemn expressions.

Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou stood to the side, their bearing outstanding;

Master Chongxu and Master Mu of the Wudang School possessed an air of otherworldly wisdom and Taoist elegance.

The honest monk, Master Fangzheng, and Master Kuchan of Shaolin sat upright to one side, closing their eyes to rest.

In addition, dozens of renowned martial arts masters gathered here, creating an imposing atmosphere.

Qinglong cupped his hands in apology to Bai Li, saying, "Young hero, there are many people visiting the palace today, and I still have to go on patrol, so I will take my leave now."

"Brother Qinglong, please do as you please." Bai Li nodded in acknowledgment.

Qinglong said no more, turned around and left quickly, his figure soon disappearing into the crowd.

When Lu Xiaofeng saw Bai Li, his gaze lingered on Xue Bing for a moment before he quickly turned away. The deaths of the two richest men in Kyoto had unsettled him, especially since Li Yanbei was his good friend. He felt something was off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Bai Li smiled and nodded to everyone, then led Ouyang Qing and Xue Bing to a secluded spot to wait quietly.

Ouyang Qing casually and nonchalantly took Bai Li's arm and rested her cheek on his shoulder.

Xue Bing blushed slightly, hesitated for a moment, and then looked up at Bai Li's profile.

Bai Li turned his head and looked at her tenderly. She mustered her courage, bit her lip, took a half step, and hugged Bai Li's arm. The warmth of his touch made her heart beat faster.

The people gathered here were all shrewd and calculating, keeping their eyes down and their minds at ease, seemingly oblivious to everything around them.

Not far away, Wu Tengkong, dressed in a blue Taoist robe, his eyes gleaming, exclaimed in a low voice, "As expected of an idol, to be surrounded by women in public! This is the spirit of the martial world! I've decided, I want to..."

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"Ouch!" Wu Tengkong cried out in pain, clutching his head and turning to look at the person who hit him: "Senior brother, why did you hit me?"

Feng Jingtian, a disciple of the Wudang Sect, solemnly advised, "Junior brother, speak less and observe more."

"Understood, Senior Brother." After many arduous journeys, Wu Tengkong finally became a disciple of the Wudang Sect, becoming a disciple of Zhang Zhenren's great-great-great-grandson.

Seeing my idol today, I can't help but feel excited.

Hua Manlou's ears twitched, as if he had heard a faint sound somewhere, and he patted Lu Xiaofeng on the shoulder.

Lu Xiaofeng shrugged, feigning indifference, but the forced expression on his face was obvious to everyone.

Time passed slowly, the daylight faded, and a bright moon hung high in the night sky, its clear light shining down and enveloping the entire Forbidden City.

Taihe Square was teeming with people, bustling with noise and commotion.

Bai Li was whispering witty remarks to the two women, caressing their soft, warm hands. Ouyang Qing and Xue Bing giggled from time to time, not minding letting him take advantage of them.

A gentle breeze swept by, and Bai Li suddenly looked up at the eaves of the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

There stood a figure, dressed in white, holding a long sword, his demeanor as aloof and cold as a plum blossom on a mountain peak—Ximen Chuixue.

"Look, it's Ximen Chuixue."

It's unclear who started shouting, but the square was soon filled with people clapping, whistling, and cheering.

Lu Xiaofeng's heart finally settled down; Ximen Chuixue was indeed alright, which was wonderful.

He unconsciously glanced at Bai Li's location, then quickly turned back, afraid of causing Xue Bing to misunderstand.

Turning around, Lu Xiaofeng was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look again, only to find that Bai Li had disappeared at some point, leaving only Ouyang Qing and Xue Bing standing there.

Where did Bai Li go?

When Ximen Chuixue appeared, he had a strong feeling that something was calling to him and guiding him in a certain direction. The feeling was so intense that he felt he would miss something if he didn't go.

Bai Li has always been spontaneous, and made a decision on the spot, following her heart.

He whispered to the two women, "Qing'er, Bingbing, you two stay here. I'm going to use the restroom and will be right back."

Ouyang Qing slapped him irritably. "You stupid man, you still have to go to the outhouse at this critical moment. Can't you just hold it in?"

Xue Bing didn't speak, but just stared at him with her big, watery eyes.

Bai Li gently rubbed the backs of their hands, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Everyone has to go sometimes, I'll be right back."

The two women exchanged a glance, released him, and carefully straightened his clothes, urging him to come back soon.

Bai Li nodded, his figure flickering, and in an instant he passed the Hall of Supreme Harmony and headed straight for the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Meanwhile, inside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, the lights were on full display.

Emperor Zhu sat upright on the dragon throne, flipping through the secret memorial in his hand.

After a moment, Emperor Zhu put down the secret memorial, closed his eyes and pondered for a long time. He then opened his eyes and asked, "Grand Eunuch, is everything prepared in the palace?"

Wang Zhi respectfully replied, "Your Majesty, rest assured. In addition to the Jinyiwei and the experts from the Eastern and Western Depots all on standby, there are also 100,000 Imperial Guards stationed throughout the palace. The palace has been heavily fortified to ensure absolute safety."

Emperor Zhu nodded and looked towards the door.

He opened the palace to lure out the enemy.

I'd like to see just how many people will jump out, so I can catch them all in one fell swoop.

The only pity was that when Emperor Zhu looked towards the direction of the Dragon Guard Manor, he thought to himself: "Uncle, you are a member of the royal family after all. You were born with great fortune. By some twist of fate, you really escaped a calamity."