Simultaneous Transmigration: The Re-merging of 99 Selves

Chapter 36 Establishing the Eastern Depot

Actually, if you think about it carefully, in the original work, even though Yue Lingshan and Linghu Chong grew up together as childhood sweethearts and even co-created the Chongling Sword Technique,

However, there was no deep, unforgettable love between the two; it would be more accurate to describe it as sibling affection.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have so easily fallen for Lin Pingzhi, plunging headlong into his trap and ending up in tragedy.

Now that they've met Zhao Yu, they first witnessed his overwhelming presence at Qingxu Temple, where even Yue Lingshan's father, whom she always admired, suffered a loss at Zhao Yu's hands.

Then, Zhao Yu took her to stroll around the city, eating, having fun, and providing her with plenty of emotional support.

These are things that the still unrestrained and free-spirited Linghu Chong simply cannot give her.

It's only natural that a young girl with a sensitive heart would develop feelings of novelty and special affection for Zhao Yu.

However, Zhao Yu quickly shook his head, clearing his mind of all these distracting thoughts.

Now is not the time to dwell on romantic feelings.

The court in Lin'an was rife with undercurrents. Shi Miyuan had just assumed power, and the Jin Kingdom was eyeing him covetously. He still had much to do.

He took out the kasaya embroidered with the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual from his bosom and slowly unfolded it on the desk.

The tiny characters embroidered with needle and thread were densely packed. Zhao Yu wanted to take a good look at this Evil-Repelling Sword Manual, which had driven countless people in the martial arts world mad, and see what its mysteries were.

Zhao Yu focused his mind and read the scripture word by word.

After the general outline, the focus shifts to the internal energy cultivation method. The breakdown of sword techniques is secondary; the internal energy cultivation method is the core of this martial art.

But after reading less than a hundred words, Zhao Yu's face suddenly turned bright red, and the true energy in his dantian seemed to be stirred by something, becoming uncontrollably agitated.

Zhao Yu lost his composure and subconsciously followed the methods in the scriptures, his internal energy surging wildly through his meridians.

An uncontrollable desire surged up from the bottom of his heart and rushed into his mind, making his blood feel like it was boiling.

"not good!"

Zhao Yu suddenly woke up, quickly closed his eyes, and forcibly activated the Northern Darkness Divine Art.

The balanced and peaceful Taoist energy flowed slowly, washing over the restless meridians and suppressing the surging desires.

It took him a full half-cup of tea time to slowly open his eyes, let out a long breath, and finally recovered.

Looking again at the cassock on the table, Zhao Yu's eyes became more solemn. He reached out and straightened his slightly disheveled clothes, muttering, "Indeed eerie."

Knowing the power of the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual, Zhao Yu was mentally prepared, but he still didn't expect that the internal energy cultivation method of the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual would be so evil.

He had only read a few lines when his internal energy began to circulate uncontrollably, and he was instantly overcome by lust.

If the Northern Darkness Divine Art were not a Taoist mental cultivation method, which is extremely balanced and peaceful, he would probably have suffered serious internal injuries before regaining consciousness today.

Zhao Yu shook his head, casually closed his cassock, and stopped looking at it.

Anyway, he can't learn this skill, and watching any longer would only disturb his peace of mind.

Now that he possesses divine powers and will be able to connect with all the worlds in the future, there is no need for him to delve into this.

This martial art should be left to Wang Huai'an and the castrated people he has gathered to practice.

These people already had no worries about the future, and with this unparalleled martial arts skill, it became the sharpest knife in their hands.

Whether in the imperial court of Lin'an or among the various kingdoms of the world, there will always be a time when this sword is drawn.

He casually folded up the cassock and placed it in a corner of the desk.

Just as Zhao Yu had suppressed the agitation of his true energy caused by the unorthodox techniques in the sword manual, a familiar sound of footsteps came from outside the door.

"Huai'an, come in." Zhao Yu picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and spoke calmly.

The door was gently pushed open, and Wang Huai'an bowed as he entered: "Your Majesty, I have sent all the pastries you brought back to the kitchen. I have specifically instructed the cooks to carefully study and recreate their original flavors."

"Hmm, well done." Zhao Yu nodded, pointed to the cassock on the corner of the table, "Come and take a look at this technique, try to circulate the internal energy within it, and see if there are any obstacles."

Upon hearing this, Wang Huai'an looked up at the yellowed monk's robe, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes, but without the slightest hesitation, he quickly walked to the table and stood there.

He had followed Zhao Yu since childhood. Back then, Zhao Yu's martial arts were not yet fully developed, so he could not leave Lin'an. He sent Wang Huai'an with people to Tianshan to find the martial arts manuals of the Xiaoyao Sect.

Over the years, Wang Huai'an has never made a mistake in his actions, so Zhao Yu naturally trusts him.

If you're going to do something earth-shattering, you can't hide it from the people around you, and Zhao Yu never thought of keeping it from Wang Huai'an.

The truth will come out sooner or later.

Wang Huai'an looked down at the small characters embroidered on the kasaya. His gaze had just landed on the first eight characters when he suddenly stiffened and looked up at Zhao Yu.

"Your Majesty, this..."

Zhao Yu nodded slightly, saying nothing, but simply indicating that he should continue reading.

Wang Huai'an composed himself and read the entire sword manual word by word.

As the saying goes, what the superiors like, the inferiors will surely follow.

Since his master, Zhao Yu, was obsessed with martial arts, he, as a servant, naturally dared not slack off.

With the imperial court as his backer, Wang Huai'an's martial arts skills were certainly not second-rate. Although his age prevented him from becoming highly skilled, they were still passable.

In a short while, Wang Huai'an finished reading the entire sword manual. He then closed his eyes, concentrated, and tried to circulate his internal energy according to the mental techniques recorded in the manual.

In the blink of an eye, he suddenly opened his eyes and bowed to Zhao Yu, saying, "Your Majesty, this martial art... is simply written for people like me who are physically disabled."

"When I circulate this energy, there's no stagnation in my meridians at all; it's even several times smoother than the progress I've made in cultivating this technique over decades. May I ask, Your Majesty, where did you obtain this skill?"

"You don't need to ask where it came from; as long as it's useful, that's enough."

Zhao Yu waved his hand and pointed to the paper and pen on the corner of the table: "There is paper and pen on the table. You should copy this sword manual twice by hand. Be sure to check every word and make sure there are no mistakes or omissions."

"Make one copy and leave it for my records. Keep the other copy for yourself. Not only can you use it for cultivation, but you can also personally teach those self-castrated people you recruited earlier to cultivate."

He paused, his tone becoming more serious: "During these days of training, these people have been provided with the same food, clothing, and supplies as the Prince's personal guards, receiving the best treatment. You need to let them know who gave them this life, and who gave them a new opportunity."

"This servant obeys!" Wang Huai'an bowed respectfully and accepted the order.

However, after receiving the order, he still hesitated for a moment.

Raising his head, Wang Huai'an cautiously asked, "Your Majesty, if I may be so bold as to ask, what is the purpose of recruiting so many people to practice this martial art?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yu smiled meaningfully: "You'll find out sooner or later. For now, you just need to do what I asked you to do."

He looked at Wang Huai'an and continued, "From now on, in addition to your position as steward of the Wang Mansion, I will give you another task. You will lead the effort to gather these people who cultivate the Evil-Slaying Sword Manual and establish the Eastern Investigation Bureau, or simply the Eastern Bureau."

"You will be the first supervisor of the Eastern Depot. These people will all be your direct subordinates. You will be in charge of setting the rules and structure. Get the team up as soon as possible. Within a month, I want to see an Eastern Depot that can get things done. Report back to me in detail."