Simultaneous Transmigration: The Re-merging of 99 Selves

Chapter 1 The Death of the Western Poison

At the summit of Mount Hua, wind and snow raged.

The mountaintop, usually deserted, was unusually "lively" today.

Several people stood scattered on the open ground at the top of the mountain, each with a different expression.

However, in the center of the group, two people were facing off, creating a tense atmosphere.

As the snowflakes blew by, if it were before he transmigrated, Zhao Yu would probably be shouting for someone to put on more clothes.

Even now, dressed only in a single layer of clothing, Zhao Yu felt no coldness at all, but simply frowned and stared ahead.

"Hong Qi, for the sake of your past reputation, I'll say it again: step aside! This is a personal matter between me and him, and it's none of anyone else's business!"

Opposite Zhao Yu was a tall, imposing man, but the outwardly bold man had a bitter expression on his face.

Hong Qi forced a smile and said, "Brother Zhao, with your background, why bother arguing with him? The old poisoner may have his faults, but he is still a grandmaster. We braved the snow to come up the mountain to have a martial arts contest. Killing him now would be a bit of a disappointment."

As he spoke, Hong Qi, who would become Hong Qigong in the future, looked around at the people around him, hoping that someone would agree with him, but it was all in vain.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yu laughed in fury: "Me, argue with him? Back in Xiangyang, for a few Bodhi snakes, he disregarded his status and chased me for a whole day and night when my martial arts were still immature, killing countless of my subordinates. Why didn't you, the Beggar Clan leader, speak up then?"

"this……"

Hong Qi looked embarrassed and was speechless.

Ultimately, it was Ouyang Feng who provoked Zhao Yu first, so Zhao Yu's revenge at this time is only natural.

But that was just Hong Qigong's nature. In the original story, during the naval battle, Ouyang Feng repaid kindness with enmity, causing Hong Qigong to lose all his martial arts skills and be on the verge of death. Yet, Hong Qigong still spared his life later.

It must be admitted that everyone has their weaknesses in their personality.

While Hong Qigong was indeed a man who hated evil and killed only the most heinous villains in his life, he did show mercy in his treatment of Ouyang Feng.

If Hong Qigong could save Ouyang Feng in the future, the young Hong Qigong, who had just taken over the Beggars' Sect and was full of vigor, could not stand idly by and watch a grandmaster die in front of him.

Unable to win an argument with Zhao Yu, Hong Qi had to try a different approach: "Brother Zhao, Your Highness, the old poisoner has learned his lesson this time. Let him go down the mountain. With his temperament, missing this opportunity to make a name for himself is probably not much different from death for him."

Zhao Yu shook his head and sneered: "I once heard someone say that you should stay away from people who advise you to be magnanimous without knowing the facts. Otherwise, you might get caught in the crossfire if lightning strikes you later."

"I didn't understand it before, but now that I think about it, it really makes sense."

"Hong Qi!" Zhao Yu shouted, "Don't you know what Ouyang Feng is best at? If he recovers from his injuries, hides his tracks, and poisons me, I'll probably have to sleep with one eye open. I'll say it one last time, if you don't move aside, I'll take care of you too!"

Seeing Zhao Yu's resolute attitude, Hong Qi couldn't help but turn his gaze to the other three, hoping they could say a few words.

"Brother Wang Dao..."

Wang Chongyang's expression shifted. As a cultivator and the initiator of this Mount Hua Sword Tournament, he did indeed intend to step forward and stop it.

But when he saw Ouyang Feng lying heavily injured behind Hong Qi, he suddenly came to his senses. This man had committed many evils, and it was only right that he had ended up like this.

Wang Chongyang lowered his eyes and remained silent.

Disappointed, Hong Qi looked at another person. This person was wearing a green robe, with his back to the crowd, holding a jade flute in his hand, and seemed to be admiring the scenery of Mount Hua.

The fact that Huang Yaoshi later earned the title of "Eastern Heretic" is enough to prove that he was an eccentric person.

At this time, he had no relationship with Ouyang Feng, so it was impossible for him to help others.

Helpless, Hong Qi could only look at the last person.

The man wore a crimson brocade robe with gold embroidery, subtly embroidered with intertwined dragon patterns, and thick sable fur trimmed the cuffs. His fingers were smooth and long, clearly indicating that he possessed extremely high-level hand skills.

This person was none other than Duan Zhixing, the then-Emperor of the Dali Kingdom and the future Master Yideng.

At this time, he had not yet become a monk.

Although he had not become a monk, the Duan family had been Buddhists for generations, and Duan Zhixing naturally had a compassionate heart. He moved his feet lightly, intending to say a few words.

Before he could speak, Hong Qi looked apologetic and shook his head.

Although he wanted to save people, it didn't mean he wanted to involve others.

Zhao Yu's identity is sensitive, and Duan Zhixing, as the emperor of a small country, obviously cannot be involved in his personal grudges.

Duan Zhixing naturally understood this principle as well. He secretly remembered Hong Qi's kindness, lowered his head and recited a Buddhist chant as if to bid farewell to Ouyang Feng.

Zhao Yu stepped forward: "Have you seen enough? Nobody else is willing to step forward, but you're the only one with a kind heart? Get out of the way!"

But Hong Qi's expression was firm, clearly indicating that he was not so easily persuaded.

A person who can reach his level in martial arts has his own set of principles and cannot be swayed by a few words from others.

Hong Qi opened his mouth to try to persuade him again, but suddenly a change occurred.

A sharp rebuke came from the side: "You dare to hurt someone!"

A cold glint flashed, and a white figure suddenly appeared from the side, her sword aimed straight at Ouyang Feng on the ground.

At this moment, Ouyang Feng, who seemed powerless to fight back, revealed a cold glint in his eyes. He shifted his gaze from behind Hong Qi and leaped up from the ground in a different posture.

"Alright, I'll take you down. That kid won't refuse!"

With both palms thrusting out, the Toad Style Kung Fu, which had been building up for a long time, was unleashed like a tidal wave, bringing with it a gust of wind and snow.

Thanks to Zhao Yu's subtle influence, Ouyang Feng's internal strength is now much greater than it was in the original story.

Zhao Yu clearly understood this as well.

With his eyes wide open and his toes barely touching the ground, Zhao Yu lunged forward, shouting, "Sister Lin! Be careful, don't take the hit head-on!"

The change came suddenly, and Hong Qi hadn't figured out what was going on yet. Seeing Zhao Yu channeling his energy, he subconsciously gathered all his palm power to meet the attack.

The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms - The Dragon Appears in the Field!

Hong Qi was trying to save people, not intentionally opposing Zhao Yu. His instinctive move was merely for defense.

Ouyang Feng's ears twitched slightly as he heard the commotion behind him. A cold smile crept across his lips, and he tightened his grip even more.

With Hong Qi here, Zhao Yu won't be able to break through for the time being. Let's capture this woman and get away first, and then plan our revenge later.

Zhao Yu slammed his right hand out, shouting, "Get out of the way! If he hurts Sister Lin, I'll never forgive your Beggars' Sect!"

Hong Qi continued working, saying, "Spare his life..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Yu flicked his left palm, and the palm force from his right hand bypassed Hong Qi's body.

Not only Hong Qi, but the other three people watching from the sidelines were also stunned.

What kind of martial art is this?!

The palm strike technique is inherently difficult to master, and it is already quite remarkable that Zhao Yu has reached this level of martial arts at such a young age. Who would have thought that he could control the direction of the palm strike that has already left his body? It is simply a divine skill.

Huang Yaoshi's eyes gleamed with wonder, and he unconsciously began to practice, his hands moving slightly.

"It can curve and straighten as one pleases; truly remarkable!"

No one else expected this, and Ouyang Feng certainly didn't either. He thought Hong Qi could hold Zhao Yu off for a few moves, so he was completely unprepared for what was happening behind him.

By the time he realized what was happening, Zhao Yu's palm strike had already hit his back.

"Pfft~~~"

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Ouyang Feng, who was already injured, could no longer hold on.

The woman in front of him moved gracefully, bypassing Ouyang Feng, and thrust her sword forward, striking him squarely in the throat.

A martial arts master, the future Western Poison, died on the spot!

Zhao Yu, stepping on the Bagua symbol, swiftly bypassed Hong Qi and arrived beside the woman: "Sister Lin! Are you alright?"

Before he could hear her reply, Zhao Yu's vision went black, and in the blink of an eye, the world before him had changed completely.

"here it is……"

Zhao Yu stared in disbelief upon seeing the familiar figure opposite him.