Simultaneous Transmigration: The Re-merging of 99 Selves

Chapter 66 Huang Yaoshi's Flute Music

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Yu swayed and thrust out his right palm, unleashing a powerful and domineering force that struck the person slumped on the roof.

"Your Highness, you mustn't!"

Wang Chongyang's expression changed, and with a flick of his whisk, countless strands of horsehair instantly straightened, sweeping towards Zhao Yu's palm wind like steel needles.

At the same time, he formed a palm with his left hand and used the "Three Flowers Gathering at the Top Palm" move of the Quanzhen Sect, which was both soft and strong, to block Zhao Yu's palm strike.

He was ultimately compassionate and couldn't bear to see this life lost.

"Oh? Master Wang is going to stop me?" Zhao Yu grinned, a fighting spirit flashing in his eyes. "Perfect. It's been several months since we last sparred after the Mount Hua Sword Tournament. Today is a good day to test our skills and see how much Master Wang's Innate Skill has improved!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Yu's palm strike suddenly changed. The originally fierce palm force instantly became gentle and ethereal, like flowing clouds and water, yet it carried an all-pervasive power.

It was the White Rainbow Palm Force of the Free and Unfettered Sect.

Having already witnessed Zhao Yu's martial arts skills, Wang Chongyang naturally dared not be negligent in the slightest.

He knew that although Zhao Yu was young, his martial arts skills were among the best in the world. During the Mount Hua Sword Tournament, even the four of them working together could not defeat Zhao Yu and Lin Chaoying.

At this moment, Zhao Yu was going all out, so how could he dare to be careless?

With a clear, resonant clang, Wang Chongyang drew his longsword and began to unleash the Quanzhen Sword Technique.

Don't underestimate the Quanzhen Swordplay just because it's not very prominent in the original novel and its fame is far less than those other mysterious and divine skills.

However, this sword technique was created by Wang Chongyang with his life's work. Its principles are rigorous, balanced and peaceful, and every move contains the ultimate truths of Taoism.

Especially when used by Wang Chongyang, the sword light flowed like the Yangtze River, endlessly blocking Zhao Yu's palm strikes.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The palm wind and sword light collided continuously, producing a series of metallic clangs, and the energy scattered, blowing dust all over the alley.

Both were among the most outstanding martial arts masters of their time. During the Mount Hua Sword Tournament, they had already fought fiercely for seven days and seven nights, and were thoroughly familiar with each other's moves.

Now, as they face off again, they are evenly matched, like two equally talented individuals meeting.

Zhao Yu's palm techniques were unpredictable, employing the Tianshan Six Yang Palm and White Rainbow Palm of the Xiaoyao Sect in turn, and he could also use the ultimate techniques from the Nine Yin Manual with ease.

Sometimes fierce and domineering, sometimes light and graceful, yin and yang complementing each other, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion, like a gazelle hanging its horns, leaving no trace.

Wang Chongyang's swordsmanship was flawless, and his innate internal energy was profound, continuous, and inexhaustible. In his hands, the Quanzhen swordsmanship had reached a state of perfection.

No matter how many different moves you make, I remain unmoved, defusing Zhao Yu's attacks one by one.

In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged over a hundred blows, and neither had gained the upper hand.

Since it wasn't a life-or-death struggle, both of them held back, refraining from using their most powerful and secretive moves. Instead, they focused on testing their martial arts skills, stopping short of a decisive blow.

After exchanging a few more blows, the two men clashed palms together, each taking three steps back to their feet.

Just as Wang Chongyang was about to speak to dissuade him, he saw Zhao Yu suddenly open his mouth, and an invisible sound wave, mixed with profound spiritual power, surged towards him like a tide.

It was the Soul Transfer Technique that Zhao Yu had just mastered.

"Master Wang, behold my move..."

Zhao Yu's voice drifted and lingered, directly entering Wang Chongyang's mind.

Caught off guard, Wang Chongyang felt a slight unease in his mind, his spirit affected, and his hand holding the longsword paused for a moment, causing his swordsmanship to slow down by half a beat.

In that brief moment of silence, a glint flashed in Zhao Yu's eyes, and his gaze instantly locked onto the person on the roof whose pressure points had been acupunctured.

The Soul Transfer Technique was activated at full power, and a domineering spiritual force directly invaded the man's mind, while simultaneously drawing upon the chilling true energy generated by his cultivation of the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual.

The man had been immobilized by acupressure, and now he felt his internal energy suddenly go out of control, rushing wildly through his meridians and surging towards his internal organs.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he wanted to scream, but his acupoints were sealed, so he couldn't even let out a scream.

In the blink of an eye, black blood flowed from all seven orifices of the man, his head lolled to the side, his body went limp, and he immediately stopped breathing.

His heart and skull were shattered by the reversed flow of true energy.

"Alas... Your Highness, why do you do this to yourself..."

Wang Chongyang came to his senses, rubbed his forehead, looked at the corpse on the eaves, and sighed helplessly.

He knew that Zhao Yu was doing this on purpose, and that even if he tried to stop him, Zhao Yu was determined to kill him.

Just then, a melodious flute tune drifted from the end of the alley.

The sound of the flute was like the rising tide of the blue sea, wave after wave, piercing the soul.

Zhao Yu's voice was drowned out by the sound of the flute, and his Soul Transfer Technique was naturally interrupted, forcing him to stop the move.

After the Soul Transfer Technique was used, Wang Chongyang's complexion improved considerably, and he naturally knew who had helped him.

Zhao Yu withdrew his palm strike and smiled at Wang Chongyang, "It seems Brother Huang has arrived as well. Master Wang, shall we go and take a look?"

Huang Yaoshi interrupted his move, but Zhao Yu had already achieved his goal.

This also confirmed his own learning; with his current abilities, he could even be effective against a master of Wang Chongyang's caliber.

Feeling that he had the upper hand, Zhao Yu naturally wouldn't bother with petty arguments.

Wang Chongyang glanced at the two corpses, then listened to the sound of the flute coming from afar, and finally shook his head helplessly.

He leaped into the air and headed in the direction from which the sound of the flute was coming.

Zhao Yu chuckled lightly, and without delay, his figure flickered and disappeared into the night.

In a short while, the two arrived at the rooftop of the building where Zhao Yu had initially stood.

Huang Yaoshi was standing there, dressed in a green robe, looking up at the moon, with a flute lying across his lips. He was the one who had just helped Wang Chongyang out of a predicament.

In terms of grandeur and poise, even Zhao Yu and Wang Chongyang combined couldn't match him.

Zhao Yu stepped in front of Huang Yaoshi and said, "Thank you, Brother Huang, for your help in cleaning up my mess."

At Huang Yaoshi's feet lay three corpses, all lifeless, who were none other than the Evil-Repelling Swordsmen.

Huang Yaoshi put away his jade flute, glanced at Zhao Yu, and said in a cold tone, "No need. I was just curious. Where did you gather these people from? Their martial arts moves are so strange. They're not very refined, but they're eerie and incredibly fast, defying common sense."

Zhao Yu smiled without saying a word. The martial arts practiced by those who had castrated themselves were naturally not in accordance with the principles of martial arts for ordinary people.

Wang Chongyang stepped forward, shook his head, and said, "This martial art is probably only for disabled people to practice. It is inhumane, so it is best not to spread it around."

Zhao Yu replied, "Of course. After I succeed, this martial art will be exclusively for the use of the royal family and will certainly not be passed on to outsiders. After all, only the imperial palace has so many suitable people."

The reason Zhao Yu could talk nonsense with that person for so long was because he knew someone would step in and stop the person for him.

If Huang Yaoshi and his group hadn't intervened, they wouldn't have appeared at this time.

They knew Zhao Yu's purpose perfectly well. Since they had come, it proved that they were indeed interested and wanted to see if Zhao Yu could actually succeed.

As for stopping Zhao Yu, to be honest, Wang Chongyang and the others really didn't have the right to do so.

What do these infightings within the royal family have to do with us common folk?

Although the words are unpleasant to hear, the principle is as described.

Seeing the two arrive together, Zhao Yu asked, "Where is Brother Hong? Didn't he come?"