Simultaneous Transmigration: The Re-merging of 99 Selves

Chapter 24 Shifting the Blame East

At the critical moment, Zhao Yu held nothing back, and his Beiming Divine Art was activated wildly within his body, causing his extremely powerful true energy to erupt instantly!

With a muffled "thump," his clothes billowed up without any wind, and an invisible barrier of true energy instantly condensed in front of him.

"Buzz buzz buzz~~~"

After a muffled thud, everyone was stunned.

The heavy arrow, imbued with Tong Baixiong's full power, slammed into Zhao Yu's front. The arrowhead struggled to move forward in the air, but the immense resistance caused the shaft to bend into a bow shape instantly.

Finally, with a "crack," the arrow shaft broke in the middle, and the arrowhead fell to the ground, embedding itself deeply into the earthen wall next to it.

Zhao Yu swayed almost imperceptibly, feeling a tightness in his chest and a slight numbness in his palms. He secretly wiped away a bead of sweat.

Tong Baixiong was, after all, a top expert of the Sun Moon Divine Sect. The power of this arrow far exceeded his expectations. If he had activated his true energy even a fraction later, he might have really perished here today.

Looking back now, Zhao Yu couldn't help but admire the Sweeper Monk from the Tianlong era, who could release a three-foot-long wall of energy outside his body; his internal strength was truly terrifying.

Even though Zhao Yu absorbed a lot of internal energy from martial arts practitioners and underwent the tempering of a cheat system, he still admits that he is inferior to them.

While inwardly relieved, Zhao Yu remained expressionless, even a faint smile appearing on his face as he looked up at Tong Baixiong, whose face was filled with horror on the roof.

Tong Baixiong was completely stunned and blurted out, "Where did you get this internal energy from?"

He had lived most of his life and had never seen a young man in his twenties who could cultivate such profound and pure internal energy, even to the point of being able to condense it into a wall.

Even Ren Woxing back then, at this age, would never have such cultivation!

"Elder Tong has served as the sect leader for many years. Does he only know that the Star Absorbing Technique can absorb people's internal energy, and is unaware of its other mysteries?"

Zhao Yu stood with his hands behind his back, his tone indifferent: "The Star Absorbing Technique not only absorbs a person's internal energy, but also allows one to pass on their entire life's cultivation to another. All my skills were personally taught by Sect Leader Ren, and my internal energy is also a legacy passed down from him throughout his life. Otherwise, how could I, at my age, have cultivated such profound power?"

Upon hearing this, the believers on the surrounding rooftops were instantly in an uproar, exchanging bewildered glances, their grips on their bows and arrows loosening slightly.

Who is Ren Woxing?

That was the former leader of the Sun Moon Sect, who once led his followers to sweep across the martial arts world and established a great reputation.

Many of the elders in the sect were promoted by Ren Woxing back then. Although they dared not say much due to Dongfang Bubai's power, they still had a deep sense of awe for their former leader.

Now a young man has suddenly appeared, who not only knows the cult leader's unique skill, the Star Absorbing Technique, but also claims to have received Ren Woxing's lifelong inheritance, or even been entrusted by the cult leader.

For a moment, all the followers hesitated, and the originally dense rain of arrows thinned out considerably.

Many people put down their bows and arrows, their eyes shifting back and forth between Tong Baixiong and Zhao Yu, no longer daring to make a move rashly.

Seeing this, Zhao Yu chuckled inwardly and pressed his advantage, proclaiming loudly, "I have been entrusted by Sect Leader Ren to return to Blackwood Cliff to take over the Sun Moon Divine Sect and purge the traitors! You are all disciples of the Divine Sect. Now that you have seen me, why don't you quickly lay down your weapons and step forward to pay your respects?"

"Outrageous! Spreading heresy and misleading the public!"

Tong Baixiong's expression shifted between light and dark for a moment before he snapped back to his senses and roared, drowning out the surrounding noise.

"Master Ren is suffering from an incurable illness and has retired into seclusion, which is why he handed over the affairs of the sect to Master Dongfang. What does this have to do with you?"

"What are you all standing there for?" Tong Baixiong glared at the surrounding followers, his eyes wide. "This brat is spouting nonsense! Keep firing! If he gets away today, there will be no leniency under the sect's rules!"

After stopping the followers, Tong Baixiong picked up his bow and arrow again, exerted force with both arms, and fired three arrows in quick succession!

The three arrows, arranged in a triangular pattern, targeted Zhao Yu from the upper, middle, and lower parts of his body, their force so sharp that they blocked all his escape routes.

The surrounding followers, awakened by Tong Baixiong's shout, drew their bows and arrows once more, unleashing a dense rain of arrows upon Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu inwardly groaned, realizing he had been too overconfident.

Although his protective inner energy was strong, it could not withstand such endless consumption. Moreover, with a top expert like Tong Baixiong constantly launching sneak attacks from the side, he would inevitably lose his defense if he continued to hold out. If this dragged on any longer, things might really go wrong today.

He came here to retrieve the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual, and now that he has it, there's no need to fight Tong Baixiong to the death.

With so many longbows at our side, it's not a good time to counterattack.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Yu swayed and, using the subtlety of the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique), forcefully broke through the gaps in the rain of arrows. Instead of advancing, he retreated and headed straight for the main house of the old mansion behind him.

"Trying to run?" Tong Baixiong shouted sternly. "Stop him!"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Yu had already rushed to the wall, thrusting out his right palm and unleashing a burst of internal energy.

With a loud "boom," he punched a hole more than ten feet wide in the thick earthen wall, sending brick fragments flying everywhere.

Without stopping, Zhao Yu leaped out of the cave and disappeared into the alley in an instant.

"Chase him!" Tong Baixiong, his beard and hair bristling, didn't hesitate. He leaped off the roof and led the chase in the direction Zhao Yu had fled. "He can't have gone far. Keep a close watch on him! We can't let him leave Fuzhou alive today!"

The followers behind them also put away their bows and arrows, picked up their weapons, and followed closely behind.

Zhao Yu swept ahead, using the Lingbo Weibu technique to its fullest extent, his movements as fast as a ghost.

However, the followers led by Tong Baixiong were all elites of the Sun Moon Divine Sect, and their lightness skills were not weak. They also had longbows to harass him. Although they could not hurt him, they constantly interfered with his speed, making it impossible for him to completely shake off his pursuers.

What made Zhao Yu frown even more was that he had already reached the bustling downtown area of ​​Fuzhou City after fleeing all the way. The streets were crowded with people and the sounds of vendors hawking their wares could be heard incessantly.

The members of the Sun Moon Cult acted with impunity, their arrows frequently landing on the streets, causing the people to scream and scatter in chaos.

The Sun Moon Cult may not care about harming the innocent, but Zhao Yu cannot.

After only a slight hesitation, he abruptly turned around, no longer heading deeper into the bustling city, but instead changed direction and sped off towards the west of the city.

When Tong Baixiong saw him suddenly turn and run towards the sparsely populated west of the city, he was overjoyed: "This kid is really courting death. Running to a remote place will save this old man from having to hold his hands and feet."

The group pressed on with their feet, chasing even closer.

We sped along, passing through several streets and alleys, and the area ahead gradually became deserted.

Finally, Zhao Yu stopped in front of a drab Taoist temple.

The mountain gate was mottled, but the three characters "Qingxu Temple" on the plaque were still faintly visible. It was the place where the Qingcheng Sect disciples who had visited the day before had stayed.

As the pursuers drew ever closer, Zhao Yu's lips curled into a cold smile, and his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.

He doesn't need to run anymore.