Simultaneous Transmigration: My Strength Comes Entirely from My Own

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Although his tone was forceful, Long Xiaoyun could still tell that her father was feeling guilty.

Sure enough, the next moment, that indifferent voice sneered.

"Hmph, this is how we do things. If you don't like it, you can kill us. If you can't kill us, you'll be the ones who die. This isn't a notification, it's an order."

"And you haven't forgotten, have you? Everything you have now should have originally belonged to her—a happy family, a wealthy life. Aren't you afraid that once he comes back, none of it will belong to you anymore?"

Jing Wuming has never been a talkative person, but he felt that he had been patient enough with Long Xiaoyun today. Normally, he wouldn't say this much even after half a month.

Yes, that's right. The person talking to Long Xiaoyun in the room right now, and even threatening him, is none other than Jing Wuming.

Chapter 259: Martial Arts Chronicle: Is this enough?

Because of Jing Wuming's taciturn nature and his tendency to take lives at the drop of a hat, most people believe that Jing Wuming is the kind of person who only follows orders to kill, or that he will draw his sword and kill without saying a word if there is a disagreement.

But this stereotype is actually wrong. In essence, Jing Wuming is an extremely intelligent person who is not lacking in forbearance.

He didn't need to understand many things before, because Shangguan Jin Hong had taken care of all the brain work; he only needed to be an obedient sword.

But now that Shangguan Jin Hong has entrusted him with this matter entirely, he should start thinking.

Jing Wuming's killings were not without ruthlessness; some people he could kill, and some he couldn't.

Insignificant characters can be killed at will, but Long Xiaoyun, though not someone Jing Wuming takes seriously, cannot be killed.

Because behind Long Xiaoyun is Li Xunhuan.

Who is Li Xunhuan?

That person is ranked third on the Hundred Weapon Rankings, second only to Shangguan Jin Hong.

Although the Weapon Ranking is just the opinion of Bai Xiaosheng and only ranks the top masters of the Ming Dynasty, and the number one on the Weapon Ranking is not the best in the world, people in the martial arts world still recognize the top 630 masters on the Weapon Ranking.

The legend of Li Xunhuan's flying dagger never missing its mark is not just boasting, but the result of countless deaths, including those of notorious villains who had roamed the martial arts world for years and killed countless people.

Now, everyone except Long Xiaoyun sees Li Xunhuan and Long Xiaoyun as brothers. Li Xunhuan even gave all his family property to Long Xiaoyun. Not to mention that Long Xiaoyun is nominally Li Xunhuan's cousin-in-law, which is a real relative!

With Long Xiaoyun dead, the person who killed him will undoubtedly face Li Xunhuan's Flying Dagger.

Although Jing Wuming was confident in his sword, he was not arrogant and was not yet confident in facing Li Xunhuan's flying knife.

Many masters died under Li Xunhuan's flying knives, and Jing Wuming knew he was no match for several of them, which shows he was self-aware.

To deal with Li Xunhuan, it was naturally necessary to have Long Xiaoyun, Li Xunhuan's good older brother, take action.

Of course, the main purpose was not to deal with Li Xunhuan, but to deal with the person who was with Li Xunhuan.

Saying it's a confrontation doesn't quite fit; it's more like a test.

Upon hearing Jing Wuming's words, Long Xiaoyun's expression changed drastically, his teeth clenched, as if he were about to explode at any moment.

What is the greatest humiliation for a married man?

That is, for a man, his wife is always thinking about another man. This is the greatest insult a man can receive.

Everything in Xingyun Manor was a gift from Li Xunhuan, and everything he had was made possible by Li Xunhuan. Therefore, whenever Long Xiaoyun saw or thought about all of this, he always felt very uncomfortable.

Things were fine before, but after Li Xunhuan came out of seclusion, he didn't send a single letter for ten years.

But now that he's back, for no apparent reason, a sense of fear suddenly rises in Long Xiaoyun's heart—fear that everything he now possesses will be taken back by Li Xunhuan, fear that Lin Shiyin will fall into Li Xunhuan's arms.

Soon, this fear transformed into a murderous intent, not entirely firm, but undeniably real. Long Xiaoyun's hands unconsciously gripped the armrests of the chair, his fingertips turning white from the excessive force, as if he wanted to crush the innocent wood to vent the surging anger and unease within him.

"Where is he now?"

Long Xiaoyun asked, his voice low and hoarse, like the whistling of a cold winter wind sweeping through withered branches.

Upon hearing this, a hint of mockery flashed in Jing Wuming's deathly gray eyes, but it vanished in an instant, replaced by indifference.

He immediately handed Long Xiaoyun a piece of paper, on which was written Li Xunhuan's current whereabouts.

Long Xiaoyun took the paper, his fingers trembling slightly.

He stared at the words above, a complex mix of emotions flashing in his eyes—anger, jealousy, and an indescribable fear.

The thin piece of paper felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, making it hard for him to breathe.

"Why are you telling me this?"

Long Xiaoyun raised his head, his voice low and hoarse, as if squeezed from the depths of his throat.

Jing Wuming remained expressionless, simply saying, "Because this matter requires your hand to complete."

His tone was cold, yet also revealed a hint of calculation.

"If Li Xunhuan dies, it will be the best outcome for you. And if you take matters into your own hands, our cooperation will be even more solid."

Long Xiaoyun sneered, "Stable? Do you think I'd believe you? You people always use someone and then discard them."

Jing Wuming did not refute him, but simply looked at him quietly. His deathly gray eyes were like a deep pool, making it impossible to fathom his thoughts.

"Believe it or not, this is an opportunity. If we miss it, it won't be so easy to get rid of Li Xunhuan again."

Long Xiaoyun clenched the paper in his hand, his knuckles turning white. He knew, of course, that what Jing Wuming said was true.

Li Xunhuan's existence was like a thorn in his heart, causing him no peace day or night.

But...do we really have to take action? Can he even bring himself to do it?

"Are you sure I won't fail?" Long Xiaoyun asked in a low voice, his gaze shifting uncertainly.

"Li Xunhuan's flying daggers never miss, but what if he gets distracted? What if he doesn't see this meeting as a threat at all?"

Jing Wuming spoke slowly, his voice carrying a seductive power, "You understand him better than anyone else; you know his weaknesses. As long as you seize that moment, he will surely die."

Long Xiaoyun remained silent for a long time, as many images floated through his mind: the days when he walked side by side with Li Xunhuan in his youth, Lin Shiyin's gentle smile, and Xingyun Manor that Li Xunhuan left him after he left.

Everything seemed beautiful, yet it was subtly ironic.

"What will you give me if I succeed?"

Long Xiaoyun finally spoke, his voice now carrying a hint of certainty.

Jing Wuming didn't say much, only sneered. Without drawing his sword, he swung it, and a burst of sword energy shattered the window, sending Long Xiaoyun's son, Long Xiaoyun, who was eavesdropping outside flying.

Long Xiaoyun was only eleven or twelve years old, and she couldn't react in time. Her thin body crashed into the pillar like a kite with a broken string, making a muffled "bang".

His face was deathly pale, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were filled with terror and confusion.

"Is this enough?"

Jing Wuming sneered, his laughter seemingly filled with endless mockery and indifference, and said indifferently.

His gaze was like a knife, staring directly at Long Xiaoyun, as if trying to dissect every struggle and fear in the other's heart.

Chapter 260: Comprehensive Martial Arts Chapter: Instructing Sword Techniques

Jing Wuming had naturally noticed that Long Xiaoyun was eavesdropping long ago, but he had simply let it go, since she couldn't escape his grasp anyway.

Upon hearing this, Long Xiaoyun's expression changed drastically. He abruptly stood up, his eyes fixed on Jing Wuming, his voice trembling with rage: "How dare you hurt my son!"

Jing Wuming remained expressionless, merely glancing indifferently at Long Xiaoyun lying on the ground, and coldly said, "If it weren't for you, this sword would have been enough to kill him. He's just a child, but he's quite clever, managing to sneak here and eavesdrop."

Jing Wuming had no idea that he was eavesdropping on Long Xiaoyun's son, but he didn't care.

Long Xiaoyun rushed to the door, picked up the barely alive Long Xiaoyun, his eyes filled with heartache and anger.

He turned and glared at Jing Wuming, gritting his teeth as he said, "You think you can force me to submit like this? I won't kill Li Xunhuan for you!"

Jing Wuming lightly wiped the long sword at his waist, his tone as indifferent as ice: "Who told you to kill him for me? That's your own business, what does it have to do with me? As for this child..."

He casually pointed his sword sheath at Long Xiaoyun, "If you insist on refusing to cooperate, his fate will probably be even worse than it is today."

These words pierced Long Xiaoyun's heart like a sharp blade. He looked down at the pale face in his arms, his heart filled with turmoil.

Although Long Xiaoyun was young, she already understood her father's pain and contradictions.

At that moment, he barely opened his eyes and weakly asked, "Father, why did that person want to harm me?"

Long Xiaoyun choked up and was speechless for a moment.

He didn't know how to answer, so he could only hug his son tightly, as if that would protect him from all danger.

Jing Wuming stood aside, observing coldly, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"It seems you really can't bear to see him die."

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the door, his steps as light as a falling leaf.

"Wait!" Long Xiaoyun suddenly shouted.

Jing Wuming stopped and turned around, his gaze icy cold: "What? Have you figured it out?"

Long Xiaoyun remained silent for a moment, then finally said in a low voice, "If I really take action, can you guarantee Xiaoyun's safety?"

Jing Wuming sneered: "Whether you're safe or not depends entirely on yourself. But remember, if you fail, you won't be able to save your son, or even your own life."

Long Xiaoyun took a deep breath, trying to calm his fear and hesitation. He knew that he had no way out.

A cold wind howled outside the window, and the night grew even darker. Long Xiaoyun carried Long Xiaoyun into the inner room and applied medicine to stop the bleeding.

However, when he returned to the hall, he found that Jing Wuming had disappeared without a trace, leaving only a note floating on the table.

The paper had a line of text written on it: "Meet me at Mao Shi (5-7 AM) tomorrow morning at Shili Slope, south of the city."

Long Xiaoyun gripped the note tightly, his hands trembling slightly.

"Father, you agreed to him."

Despite the excruciating pain within her body, Long Xiaoyun looked at Long Xiaoyun and asked.

In fact, Jing Wuming's attack just now was already considered merciful. He only injured him with sword energy, and the blood he vomited was just a shock to his blood and qi.

But this attack also made Long Xiaoyun realize just how terrifying her opponent was.

Long Xiaoyun believed that the other party had already noticed her, but did not expose her immediately. Instead, she pretended not to know and slowly used conversation to arouse her curiosity, causing her to lower her guard.

He only made his move at the very last moment, leaving himself no chance to react. Otherwise, not to mention anything else, just based on the various hidden weapons he carried, Long Xiaoyun was at least confident that he could run at least ten zhang away.

Of course, Long Xiaoyun also knew that even if he used all his skills, he would definitely not be able to block the opponent's sword.

The sword hadn't even been drawn yet, but Long Xiaoyun already felt death approaching.

It was a darkness devoid of any light, a pure silence, and he didn't even sense the slightest malice.