Simultaneous Transmigration: From Japanese Anime to American Comics

Feeling a renewed sense of vigor, Yang Tiexin looked at Chu Yang with a complex expression. This scholarly-looking young man not only knew his identity but also possessed mysterious skills. Clearly, he was no ordinary person!

Pushing aside his wandering thoughts, Yang Tiexin clasped his hands in gratitude, saying, "Thank you, sir, for saving my life. I, Yang Tiexin, will forever be indebted. May I know your esteemed name?"

"Chu Yang." After replying, Chu Yang reminded him, "You still have unfinished business."

"Sir Chu, please wait. Once I've fulfilled my wish, I'll return to speak with you." With that, Yang Tiexin lifted his spear and walked towards Bao Xiruo.

The cold wind howled as Yang Tiexin gazed deeply at Bao Xiruo, then began performing his family's spear techniques. His moves were grand and majestic, exuding an aura of strength capable of vanquishing an army.

To Bao Xiruo, these familiar spear techniques held a special place. Eighteen years ago, she would watch her husband practice them daily.

Memories flooded her mind, and she could no longer hold back her tears. She was now certain that the unfamiliar man before her was indeed her long-lost husband—Yang Tiexin!

"Husband Tie!"

Her voice, soft and full of emotion, echoed in Yang Tiexin's ears, causing him to lose his grip on his spear.

The long-separated couple embraced tightly, pouring out their tales of hardship over the years.

The touching scene, however, left Chu Yang feeling a bit awkward. He scratched his nose and looked away, only to find Mu Nianci staring in shock, dazed by the revelation.

Amused by her reaction, Chu Yang couldn't resist teasing her. In a critical tone, he shook his head and said, "Senior Yang truly has a bold spirit. Not only does he embrace without hesitation, but he's also embracing someone else's wife! Admirable!"

Mu Nianci shot a glare at Chu Yang but quickly composed herself, adopting a gentler expression. She whispered, "Sir Chu, please don't jest about my father. Since you know his real name, you must also understand the story behind it..."

As she spoke, she realized that Chu Yang had been deliberately teasing her, causing her face to blush.

Chu Yang chuckled to himself. This red-dressed girl was charmingly endearing, much like Xiao Huang, who sometimes displayed the same expression—adorable, a little silly, and a tad prideful…

Oh no.

Chu Yang's face changed instantly, sitting up straight and muttering to himself, "I am straight. I like mature women, young girls, JKs, and black stockings..."

Mu Nianci looked at him in confusion, completely at a loss as to what he was saying, but sensed an unusual urgency in his demeanor.

After a while, Chu Yang glanced at Mu Nianci's delicate face and her long legs.

Still tempted.

Good!

Chu Yang let out a relieved sigh.

Elsewhere, Yang Tiexin and Bao Xiruo, having poured out their hearts to each other, approached Chu Yang hand in hand.

Yang Tiexin cupped his hands and said, "Today, my wife and I were able to reunite, all thanks to you, Sir Chu. Should you ever need assistance, I, Yang Tiexin, will spare no effort."

Chu Yang waved his hand with a smile. "There's no need for that."

They exchanged a few more words. Yang Tiexin, visibly hesitant, finally couldn't contain his curiosity and asked, "I know of your remarkable skills, but I am curious—how did you know my real name?"

Chu Yang clicked his tongue, thinking how clueless this person was—asking so many questions of his lifesaver. Truly, in terms of conduct, Wanyan Honglie surpassed him.

Chu Yang extended his hand, his fingers swiftly moving in a blur that left afterimages, dizzying the other three who watched.

"My family has a legacy in fortune-telling."

Chu Yang's technique appeared highly professional; at least, Yang Tiexin couldn't detect any flaws and immediately looked at him in admiration, nodding, "Mr. Chu certainly has a profound family tradition…"

He believes this? Chu Yang couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Mu Nianci curiously asked, "Father, what exactly is your relationship with this... lady?"

Yang Tiexin then recounted the events from eighteen years ago in detail.

Only then did Mu Nianci understand, and her gaze toward Bao Xiruo turned complicated.

As a woman herself, she could deeply empathize with Bao Xiruo's experiences.

Mu Nianci had just intended to say something when her expression suddenly grew awkward.

Bao Xiruo, however, took Mu Nianci's hand at that moment, saying gently, "Since you are sworn daughter to Iron Brother, naturally, you are my sworn daughter as well. If you're willing, feel free to call me 'mother.'"

Mu Nianci's eyes reddened instantly. She had never called anyone "mother" her entire life.

"Mother…"

She softly uttered the word, her gentle demeanor endearing her to Bao Xiruo, who immediately beamed, holding Mu Nianci's hand and giving it a fond squeeze.

"What should we do next?" Mu Nianci asked, blushing.

Yang Tiexin and Bao Xiruo exchanged a glance, hesitation written on both their faces.

On one hand, they wanted to disappear, live under assumed names for the rest of their days; on the other, they still wished to meet their son—or rather, Yang Tiexin wanted to recognize his son.

Bao Xiruo sighed and said, "I know Kang'er's nature. Now that he's back at the prince's estate, he will surely ask Prince Zhao to mobilize the army, and for my sake, Prince Zhao will likely agree. Staying here would be dangerous."

"It would be best to leave first. When the opportunity arises, we can explain everything to Kang'er."

Hearing this, Yang Tiexin hesitated briefly before slowly nodding.

Seeing her father agree to leave, Mu Nianci turned to Chu Yang and asked, "Mr. Chu, will you come with us?"

As she said this, she truly hoped he would nod.

But...

Chu Yang shook his head without hesitation. "I'm still waiting for that young prince to bring my friend here, so I can't leave yet."

Yang Tiexin advised, "Mr. Chu, your martial prowess is the greatest I've ever seen in my life, but if Prince Zhao's estate mobilizes the army, it won't just be thousands but tens of thousands of soldiers!"

"The saying 'Jin armies beyond ten thousand are unbeatable' isn't unfounded. Sir, please don't act recklessly. With your skills, you could easily find an opportunity to sneak into the estate and rescue your friend."

Mu Nianci, who had been startled by Chu Yang's intention to stay, nodded vigorously in agreement.

Bao Xiruo also joined in persuading him.

Unexpectedly, Chu Yang still shook his head, choosing not to explain further. He simply found a spot to sit, closed his eyes, and silently waited for Wanyan Kang to return.

Seeing his efforts fail, Yang Tiexin fell silent for a moment, then turned to Bao Xiruo, saying, "Xiruo, Mr. Chu saved my life. I can't just walk away and leave him. I'm sorry..."

Instead of reproaching him, Bao Xiruo smiled gently, "What I've always been proudest of is your character. From a young age, I've always told Kang'er that you are a noble hero with deep feelings and loyalty. So I won't blame you."

Seeing her parents' resolve to stay, Mu Nianci anxiously said, "Father, Mother, you've waited so long to finally reunite; you shouldn't remain here. You both should go, and I'll stay to assist Mr. Chu."

Yang Tiexin shook his head, chuckling, "I taught you your martial skills, so I know exactly what you're capable of. If you stay, you'll only distract Mr. Chu."

The father and daughter continued to argue.

Chu Yang found the noise a bit annoying. Frankly, whether they left or stayed made no difference to him. The "Jin armies beyond ten thousand are unbeatable" phrase held no threat for him.

Not to mention, against his Conqueror's Haki, these soldiers would crumble like paper. And even in terms of firepower, he had nothing to fear.

The "Second Mizukage," Gengetsu Hōzuki's "Steaming Danger Explosion" was a lethal battlefield technique. In this era, lacking explosive ordnance, no number of ancient warriors could handle a "strategic weapon" of such a game-breaking level.

If that brat Wanyan Kang was foolish enough to bring the army instead of his friend, he would have no qualms about giving him an unforgettable lesson.

At the same time, a wounded Wanyan Kang dragged himself back to Prince Zhao's estate, throwing the entire household into chaos.

The young prince injured, the princess held captive—this was beyond the servants' wildest imaginations.

Upon hearing the news, Wanyan Honglie was as anxious as a cat on a hot tin roof, immediately deciding to mobilize the army in his capacity as the prince to capture the villain and protect the princess.

But Wanyan Kang stopped him.

Chu Yang had underestimated the shadow he'd cast over Wanyan Kang's mind; the latter no longer had the slightest resolve to oppose him.

"Father, that scholar possesses exceptional martial skills, the likes of which I have never seen, and his demands aren't difficult to fulfill. There's no need to clash with him."

Wanyan Kang gazed at Wanyan Honglie, who was pacing back and forth in the hall, and tried to dissuade him.

"Kang'er, I am the Prince of Zhao—how could my estate be accused of kidnapping a mere beggar?"

Wanyan Honglie waved his sleeve in exasperation, feeling both angry and amused.

"Of course, the estate would never do such a thing. But what about those wanderers you recruited? They come from all walks of life, and their actions are unpredictable."

Wanyan Kang's words made Wanyan Honglie pause, considering the point.

Though these men showed respect toward him and his son, they often behaved arrogantly in public, causing trouble that had long angered the common people. Wanyan Honglie was well aware of their antics.

Wanyan Kang continued, "Father, why not summon these experts and question them?"

Time was pressing, and with the princess still held hostage, Wanyan Honglie couldn't dwell on it further and immediately ordered the experts to be gathered in the front hall.

After some time.

Peng Lianhu, Sha Tongtian, and a striking young man in white robes appeared in the hall.

There were also a few other assorted martial artists.

After explaining the situation, Wanyan Honglie asked, "I want to know if any of you, due to personal grudges, abducted someone and brought them into the estate."

Peng Lianhu and Sha Tongtian were taken aback and quickly thought of Guo Jing.

The white-robed young man also frowned.

Everyone remained silent.

Wanyan Honglie's tone grew severe. "This concerns the princess's safety. If anyone knows anything and keeps it from me, don't blame me for taking harsh action."

Peng Lianhu and Sha Tongtian exchanged a glance, and Sha Tongtian gritted his teeth before stepping forward. "Some time ago, I captured someone who's currently held in the estate's dungeon. I'm unsure if he's the person you're seeking."

Narrowing his eyes, Wanyan Honglie asked, "What is his name?"

Sha Tongtian replied, "The prince has heard of him—it's Guo Jing, the one who disrupted our plans in Mongolia."

Wanyan Honglie looked toward Wanyan Kang, who shook his head and said, "My missing brother's surname is Huang, not Guo. It shouldn't be him."

The white-robed young man's expression changed at those words.

Noticing this, Wanyan Kang frowned and asked, "Ouyang Ke, did you also bring someone into the estate?"

The white-robed Ouyang Ke nodded. "I captured someone with the surname Huang, but it's a young lady."

Wanyan Honglie sighed. "One has the wrong surname; the other, the wrong gender. What are we to do?"

Gritting his teeth, Wanyan Kang said, "Bring them both over and let him choose!"