Simultaneous Transmigration: My Strength Comes Entirely from My Own

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A burning light shone in Afei's eyes; he seemed to see the hope of becoming a strongman.

Wherever the sword energy passed, everything was destroyed, leaving only endless dust and fragments. The power of this sword strike had surpassed people's understanding, reaching a completely new realm.

Ten breaths later, the dark clouds slowly dispersed and once again enveloped the land.

However, when the first snowflake drifted down again, everyone could feel an indescribable change—it wasn't just a simple natural recovery, but rather the power of that sword strike had completely altered the environment.

Afei's eyes widened; the dazzling sword light seemed to be imprinted deep within his soul.

The power of this sword strike seemed capable of tearing apart heaven and earth and severing the universe.

The surrounding air was stirred up violently by this powerful force, forming visible ripples that spread outwards.

On the ground, the hard frozen soil instantly cracked, the fissures spreading rapidly like a spider web, their depths unfathomable. A fierce wind howled past, whipping up a flurry of snowflakes, only to shred them into nothingness the instant they approached the sword energy.

Afei felt an invisible pressure coming at him, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

That wasn't just skill or power, but something that transcended the mundane and approached the Dao. His hand unconsciously gripped the sword hilt tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

Luke felt a surge of satisfaction upon seeing Fei's shocked and out-of-control expression.

That's right, that's the expression. It makes me feel incredibly satisfied with my act of pretending... no, I mean, showing off in front of others.

"Want to learn? I can teach you; you can become my apprentice."

Luke suddenly had a whimsical idea and said it in a joking tone.

However, A-Fei did not hesitate and immediately bowed, saying, "Disciple A-Fei greets Master."

"Bang bang bang!"

Afei kowtowed three times earnestly, his eyes burning with fervor and exceptionally decisive.

Luke's lips twitched: "You really are decisive!"

Taking Ah Fei as his apprentice was just a sudden whim of Luke's; he never expected Ah Fei to actually agree.

"I must become famous, or I will die. And to become famous, I must become powerful. You can make me stronger, and that is enough."

The idea that he would die if he didn't become famous wasn't because someone threatened A-Fei (Wang Dehao). It was just A-Fei's obsession to prove to his father, who might not even know he existed, that he could live well and achieve success even without him. It was also a promise he made to his mother.

Ah Fei doesn't have that surname. If we go by his paternal lineage, he should have the surname Shen and be called Shen Fei.

His biological father was Shen Lang, the number one hero and the number one swordsman of the Ming Dynasty twenty years ago.

His birth mother was Bai Feifei, the mistress of the Ghost Palace, and the "Fei" in his name, A Fei, is the same as the "Fei Jian" in Bai Feifei's name.

The eight sufferings of Buddhism are separation from loved ones, meeting those one hates, and not getting what one desires. Bai Feifei suffers greatly from these.

We don't know why Bai Feifei didn't tell Shen Lang that she was pregnant, nor do we know what Bai Feifei said to A Fei before she died.

But judging from Afei's attitude, it's clear that while she may not hate her father, she certainly harbors resentment towards him. Her father might not even know he has such a son.

Chapter 239: Martial Arts Chronicle: A Single Thought of Killing Arises, and the Entire Hall Falls Silent

Taking on a master is a serious matter that requires careful consideration, regardless of the school or sect.

Because things are often not as simple as just taking on a disciple. Passing on knowledge and skills, the disciple's future actions will directly affect the master.

So, after hesitating for three seconds, Luke simply waved his hand and said...

"Alright, I'll accept you as my disciple. Get up, my apprentice."

"Thank you, Master."

Afei stood up decisively.

Zhao Yun, sitting in the carriage, shook his head, somewhat bewildered.

Are people nowadays so hasty in accepting apprentices and becoming masters?

Zhao Yun had never formally become an apprentice, but he knew that the proper procedure for learning skills should not be like this.

Putting aside other things, take Shaolin Temple for example. Whether you are a lay disciple or a monk, if you want to learn martial arts, you have to do three years of work, which is called honing your basic skills.

Of course, it is indeed laying the foundation, but the main focus is on assessing character.

Other sects follow a similar procedure.

But these two have known each other for less than half an hour, and yet they've already become disciples so young and beautiful?

Actually, Zhao Yun misunderstood. Those who need to hone their basic skills are ordinary people. True geniuses are those who are sought after by various sects. A Fei is such a genius. Once he grows up, he can completely elevate an ordinary sect to a higher level, or even achieve the glory of a sect like 630 that lasted for decades.

Of course, that's not what Luke values; he just finds Afei pleasing to the eye.

Swordsmanship was not Luke's forte. Although he came from the Imperial Sword Manor, he focused on internal energy cultivation in his early years.

Luke's philosophy is to focus on internal strength; once internal strength is mastered, no one can stop him with a single move.

But after merging with himself from five different worlds, Luke not only gained immense power, but his talent and comprehension also became so great that they almost transcended the realm of mortals, and his swordsmanship level rose accordingly.

He had only just begun to demonstrate his skills when he cleaved through the sky. Although it was not as grand and magnificent as his palm technique, it was still among the top in the world.

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There was only one tavern along the way. People in ancient times were very shrewd in business. With two shops across the street, neither could make much money. Taverns along the way were often only found every few dozen miles. When travelers were tired from their journey, they could rest and have a drink to relieve their fatigue. In the cold winter, even more people came to the tavern to drink and warm up. Among them was a group of bodyguards, led by Zhuge Lei, the Swift Wind Sword.

If Luke remembers correctly, there was indeed such a minor character in the original work. He doesn't remember the specifics very well, but it seems that he died at the hands of Tobi, who was right next to him.

When Luke, Zhao Yun, and Afei arrived at the tavern, they didn't go in, but instead watched a farce unfold from outside.

Just moments ago, Zhuge Lei was spouting nonsense and boasting, but in front of the two fierce-looking underworld swordsmen, he looked as pitiful as a dog, wagging his tail and begging for mercy.

These two men were less swordsmen and more underworld assassins; to them, swords were merely weapons to take lives and tools for personal gain.

Moreover, these two people are indeed very ugly, especially their faces, which are sallow, thin, and ugly. Their ears are small, but their noses are very large, taking up almost a third of their faces, squeezing their eyes to the side of their ears.

Especially their aura, which made them seem less like living people and more like two venomous snakes that had come to life.

Even Luke couldn't help but frown. He prided himself on not judging people by their appearance, but the moment he saw these two, he felt an urge to humanely destroy them.

The feeling is like a plate of extremely delicious food, but two large greenbottle flies that just flew out of the latrine land on it. You not only want to find something to swat the two flies, but you also want to dump the delicious food that just made you feel like it into the stinky ditch.

That's what Luke thought, and that's exactly what he did. As soon as he had the thought of killing, the area within a hundred feet seemed to be paused, and even the snowflakes floating in the air stopped in mid-air.

That wasn't murderous intent, nor was it killing intent; it was a will even stronger than murderous intent or killing intent.

Fei, who was next to Luke, was the first to react and the only one in Luke's line of sight who could barely move.

As for Zhao Yun, just kidding. Luke is the kind of person who cherishes women the most. How could he do such a thing to his own woman?

Luke gently patted Fei on the shoulder, giving him a small boost so that he wouldn't have to restrain himself from his instinctive aura.

"I almost forgot about you. Everything's alright now, my disciple. I'll go take care of the trash first. Please feel free to do as you please."

Ah Fei's heart burned with excitement. He felt that he had truly made the right choice in choosing a master. Just a slight display of his aura had rendered him almost immobile. It was conceivable that if Luke were to take him seriously, he would be dead without even exchanging a glance.

Luke stepped into the tavern, and immediately there was silence.

Leaving aside Zhuge Lei, the Swift Wind Sword, who had just been terrified by the Black and White Twin Serpents, even the Black and White Twin Serpents, who had just been swaggering around like unparalleled masters, had turned into two statues, not daring to make any move.

Luke's killing intent wasn't strong, but it was absolutely pure. Rather than killing intent, it was more like a strange kind of intimidation.

It's like a helpless person encountering a hungry and ferocious tiger. Even if the tiger doesn't do anything, just standing there and letting out an unconscious roar is enough to terrify someone, make their legs go weak, and leave them too afraid to move.

"If you look like that, don't come out and disgust people. You make people nauseous. Get out."

As soon as Luke finished speaking, time seemed to restart in the tavern.

The black and white snakes suddenly came to their senses, only to see Luke standing in front of them with a faint smile on his lips, a smile that exuded an irresistible majesty.

Before they could react, Luke simply waved his sleeve, and an incredibly powerful aura swept out instantly.

This force is not a direct attack, but an invisible yet invincible force.

The black and white snakes felt as if they had been struck in the chest by a giant hammer. Their bodies were involuntarily lifted into the air, and they were swept out of the tavern like two withered leaves, crashing heavily into the snowdrift outside.

Snowflakes scattered everywhere, and their figures disappeared into the thick snow, remaining motionless for a long time, clearly having lost consciousness or even life.

Luke wasn't one to judge by appearances, but these black and white snakes weren't just ugly; they were disgusting, nauseating, and incredibly smug. Luke's good mood was ruined, and they were just unlucky.

Chapter 240: Martial Arts Chronicle: Golden Silk Armor

The whole process happened in the blink of an eye. Before the people in the tavern could even gasp in surprise, they were stunned by what they saw.

Zhuge Lei collapsed to the ground, his face as pale as paper, his lips trembling as he couldn't utter a single word.

Although he had heard some rumors about the martial arts world, he had never seen such terrifying strength in person.

The ability to crush two underworld experts to death in the blink of an eye was beyond his comprehension.

"Hmph, they're disgusting people in pairs, they might as well go feed the wolves."

Luke glanced coldly toward the doorway, his tone indifferent yet chilling.

Then, he turned to A Fei and Zhao Yun, "You two, why don't you go in and have some hot wine to warm yourselves up? It's quite cold outside."

Upon hearing this, Afei felt a surge of complex emotions. He knew he had just witnessed a massacre worthy of being recorded in legends, something that his master had accomplished with a mere flick of his wrist.

This gap filled him with both awe and a desire to catch up. He quickly nodded and replied, "Thank you, Master."

Zhao Yun smiled slightly and said softly, "Since we're here, we should naturally try the wine here."

She stepped into the tavern, only to find the once bustling shop now eerily silent, with everyone's eyes fixed on the three of them.

The ordinary guests were already huddled together in fear, afraid that they would become the next target.

Luke ignored the stares and walked straight to the counter, casually tossing down a silver ingot.

"Give us three bowls of the best wine, and some roast meat."

After he finished speaking, he found a spot near the stove and sat down, as if everything that had just happened was insignificant.

The tavern remained quiet, not for any other reason than she was simply frightened.

Anyone with a normal mind would be frightened by what they just witnessed, just like that so-called Swift Wind Sword Zhuge Lei, whose genitals were already leaking a pool of pale yellow liquid.

In the original storyline, after Ah Fei killed one snake and scared away another, this Swift Wind Sword not only failed to appreciate Ah Fei's life-saving grace, but instead stabbed Ah Fei in the back with a cold sword, trying to ambush and kill Ah Fei.

The reason is simple: he didn't want his act of groveling before those two snakes to be exposed. As long as he killed A-Fei and all those who knew about it, he would still be the renowned Swift Wind Sword, enjoying the praise of the martial arts world.

But his ultimate fate was to die from a flying dagger thrown by Li Xunhuan. Now, however, he probably no longer has the courage to make a move.

In the original story, he had the courage to plot against A Fei because he saw that A Fei was a newcomer to the martial arts world and he thought his plot might succeed. What he miscalculated was that he didn't know there was also Li Xunhuan in the tavern.