Simultaneous Transmigration: From Japanese Anime to American Comics

Chu Yang and Huang Rong boarded the carriage. The little red horse snorted and slowly turned to leave.

Mu Nianci stood rooted in place, waving as she watched the carriage grow smaller in the distance.

Sitting on the carriage shaft, Huang Rong appeared glum. Chu Yang thought her mood was due to Mu Nianci's departure, so he tried to console her.

"Miss Mu must have her own reasons for not traveling back with us. We should respect her choice."

Huang Rong shook her head. "It's not that..."

Chu Yang, clueless about what had transpired, asked curiously, "Did you two have a fight? You seemed fine earlier..."

"No! It's not a fight! Even if I told you, you wouldn't understand. Stop asking!" Huang Rong glared at Chu Yang angrily.

"How strange!" Chu Yang smacked his lips. "If you fought, you can reconcile next time. Want me to leave you here so you can talk it out and maybe travel together? I can head back alone—"

Before he could finish, Huang Rong suddenly bumped her forehead against his. The impact hurt her more, bringing tears to her eyes.

"That's what happens when you play dirty!" Chu Yang laughed smugly.

He was joking. His body was tough enough now that, while not invincible, it wasn't something one could harm easily.

Huang Rong, infuriated, pounced on Chu Yang with her teeth bared, her small, sharp teeth gleaming.

Chu Yang pinched her mouth shut and warned, "If you keep this up, you might chip a tooth."

Realizing that might actually happen, Huang Rong immediately gave up the idea of biting him, glaring at him in frustration.

"With Miss Mu gone, you'll have to drive the carriage from now on."

Chu Yang handed the reins to Huang Rong.

Although still upset, Huang Rong reluctantly took the reins, fearing he might actually leave her behind.

But after passing the reins, Chu Yang didn't retreat into the carriage. Instead, he sat and closed his eyes, muttering, "Don't slack off; I'm watching."

Oddly enough, Huang Rong stopped sulking and allowed a faint smile to appear on her face.

After their departure, Mu Nianci spent the night at Li Ping's place before setting off on her solo journey the next day.

Having roamed the martial world with her foster father, Yang Tiexin, for eighteen years, she had learned everything she needed to and wasn't afraid.

Moreover, with what she had learned from Chu Yang's partial Nine Yin Manual, her martial arts skills had improved significantly.

It was impossible for top-tier experts from major dynasties to defeat her in single combat unless a grandmaster intervened.

That was why Chu Yang had easily agreed to let her travel alone.

After bidding farewell to Li Ping, Mu Nianci stepped out of the yurt and saw a young monk standing outside, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

The monk wore a plain white robe, his face clean and spotless. His entire demeanor exuded an otherworldly serenity, with a constant gentle smile that seemed beyond his years.

Seeing him smiling at her, Mu Nianci asked softly, "Master, who might you be?"

"I am Sangjizhuole, a monk of the Esoteric Sect of Tibetan Buddhism. In my youth, I went by the dharma name Yunshen. You may address me as such."

The monk, clad in white, nodded with a courteous smile, his every movement exuding grace.

"Greetings, Master Yunshen. I am Mu Nianci. It seems you've been waiting for me. Is there something you need?"

Mu Nianci bowed respectfully.

"May I ask if the extraordinary master from last night is a friend of yours?"

This Yunshen was the Esoteric Sect practitioner who had crossed paths with Chu Yang.

Hearing him mention Chu Yang, Mu Nianci became vigilant, her hand moving toward the whip at her waist without saying a word.

"Miss Mu, please don't worry. Last night, I was no match for that master. It's only because he spared my life that I can speak with you today."

Yunshen admitted his defeat without hesitation, his face devoid of resentment.

Seeing that he bore no grudge, Mu Nianci asked curiously, "Then why are you seeking Brother Chu?"

"To ask for guidance."

The monk's reply was straightforward.

As the most talented practitioner of his sect, Yunshen had combined Buddhist teachings and martial arts into his path. Despite his youthful appearance, he was over a century old, and his progress had stalled.

Chu Yang's immense power was unlike anything he had ever encountered—practically divine.

After their encounter, Yunshen had a sudden epiphany that loosened his bottleneck, inspiring him to seek guidance.

Though Mu Nianci didn't fully understand what "guidance" entailed, she sensed his sincerity and no longer felt wary.

"Master Yunshen, you're late. Brother Chu left last night. I didn't travel with them, so I don't know where they're headed."

"Then it's my fate to miss him," Yunshen sighed deeply.

Feeling sorry for him, Mu Nianci said softly, "I do know where Brother Chu lives, but I can't say when he'll return. If you don't mind, I can tell you his address."

Yunshen glanced at the kind-hearted girl, noticing a red karmic thread tied to a small Southern Song city.

This was Yunshen's nascent ability—Foresight, a Buddhist skill allowing him glimpses into others' fates.

Mu Nianci's future was unusually clear due to her connection with Chu Yang.

"Miss Mu, you'll return there eventually. If it's not too much trouble, may I travel with you?"

…

The little red horse galloped across the grasslands for over a month before Chu Yang and Huang Rong finally returned to Ming territory.

They had seen enough scenery—and endured enough hardships.

As they were about to leave, Huang Rong kept grumbling that she would never come again.

According to the plan, Chu Yang still had to make a trip to Wudang Mountain to meet Master Zhang.

After his battle with the monk from the Esoteric Sect, Chu Yang was convinced that this world's Zhang Sanfeng must be cultivating immortality.

Illusions likely wouldn't work on Zhang Sanfeng; the best way would be to force him into action.

Arriving in a small border town, Chu Yang and Huang Rong found an inn to rest. Just as they went upstairs to order food, they overheard a storyteller in the hall talking about recent events in the martial world.

In just over a month, the martial world had been in upheaval.

"Everyone's heard about that recent incident with the Ancient Tomb Sect, right?"

"It's said that the greatest martial arts manual, the Nine Yin Manual, is hidden within the small and obscure Ancient Tomb Sect at the base of Zhongnan Mountain!"

"An innocent man will be accused of a crime if he holds a treasure!"

"After the news leaked, many sects and martial artists rushed to Zhongnan Mountain to fight for the Nine Yin Manual."

"Their reasoning was simple: if they couldn't provoke Wang Chongyang's Quanzhen Sect, surely they could handle the obscure Ancient Tomb Sect."

"And so, disaster struck the Ancient Tomb Sect. The sect was overrun, and its only two disciples barely escaped with their lives, thanks to the sacrifice of an old servant."

"That old servant was loyal to the end, enduring all manner of torture without revealing the disciples' whereabouts."

Smash!

A porcelain bowl shattered on the floor, breaking into pieces. Huang Rong looked at Chu Yang in panic.

Chu Yang's face was dark. The Ancient Tomb Sect had always avoided conflict with others, never interacting with outsiders. He couldn't imagine how the news about the Nine Yin Manual had leaked.

"Little Chu, what about the two of them now…"

Huang Rong's eyes filled with tears at the thought of the delicate, doll-like child possibly suffering a cruel fate. Her tears fell onto the table, making a soft plop sound.

"Don't cry yet. That storyteller hasn't finished."

In the hall, the diners were also focused on the storyteller. After sipping some tea and taking a deep breath, the storyteller continued.

"What I'm about to say next is unverified hearsay. Take it as entertainment and don't take it seriously."

"It's said that after the two Ancient Tomb disciples escaped, for some reason, they ended up here and got caught up in the conflict between the Demonic Sect and the Six Great Sects. They were eventually captured by the Demonic Sect and taken to Bright Peak."

"The Six Great Sects, who already had long-standing grievances with the Demonic Sect, decided to join forces and attack Bright Peak."

As the storyteller became more animated, a scholarly young man suddenly appeared before him, cutting his story short.

The young man clasped his hands in greeting and asked, "Sir storyteller, may I ask why those two Ancient Tomb disciples would come to Ming?"

The storyteller scratched his head and hesitated before answering, "I heard they were actually heading to Mongolia but were intercepted midway by the Six Great Sects."

The scholar closed his eyes, his face expressionless, as a chilling aura filled the hall.

The well-traveled storyteller quickly sensed the danger and began retreating quietly, intending to slip away.

At that moment, the scholar suddenly opened his eyes, smiled at the storyteller, and clasped his hands in thanks before leaving with the young girl accompanying him.

The girl's face was filled with killing intent.

After the two left, all the porcelain in the inn shattered with a deafening crash.

Chu Yang retrieved his carriage from the stable and instructed Huang Rong, "I'll head to Bright Peak first. Follow behind with the carriage and be careful."

Huang Rong nodded obediently.

With that, Chu Yang didn't bother hiding his abilities and shot into the sky, disappearing into the horizon.

Bright Peak was located on the border of Ming, atop a continuous mountain range. Due to its harsh geography, it was rarely visited.

But this time, the Six Great Sects had traveled thousands of miles to besiege Bright Peak, creating quite a commotion. Even from high above, Chu Yang could see a long line of people stretching for miles.

Following the crowd, Chu Yang quickly found Bright Peak atop the mountain range.

The battle had already been raging for some time.

The entire Bright Peak was drenched in blood.

Perhaps due to some deviation in the plot, Chu Yang didn't see Zhang Wuji single-handedly fighting the Six Great Sects.

Instead, it was a chaotic battle between two armies.

Blood flowed like rivers.

Chu Yang hovered in the air, coldly observing the slaughter below. He cared nothing for their lives, only wanting to find Xiao Longnu and Li Mochou.

Soon, someone noticed Chu Yang's presence and shouted in alarm, "Look! Someone's in the sky!"

Before the man could finish, he was cut down, his eyes still fixed on the figure above as he died.

Everyone on Bright Peak was consumed by the fight, too engrossed to care about his words.

Amid the chaos, Chu Yang landed beside the unlucky man, glanced at him briefly, then crushed his throat with a foot, ending his suffering.

Chu Yang walked slowly through the blood-soaked battlefield. Anyone who tried to kill him inexplicably fell dead, leaving a vacuum of space around him.

Grabbing a barely breathing Ming Cult disciple, Chu Yang asked, "Where are the two disciples of the Ancient Tomb Sect?"

The disciple spat a bloodied glob of saliva in response.

An invisible force deflected the spit. Chu Yang frowned, dragging the disciple into an illusionary space for interrogation. After learning the truth, his face showed a hint of surprise.

The disciple, a member of the Five Element Banners, revealed that the Ming Cult had not captured Li Mochou and Xiao Longnu but had instead saved them from the Six Great Sects.

Gazing at the chaotic Bright Peak and the disciples of the Six Great Sects, Chu Yang's anger flared. With a furious roar, he unleashed his Conqueror's Haki.

An invisible wave spread out, and apart from a few top experts, most of the disciples from the Six Great Sects and the Ming Cult collapsed unconscious.

The remaining experts looked at Chu Yang in terror.

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