Simultaneous Transmigration: The Re-merging of 99 Selves

Chapter 108 Ding Mian breaks his hand

Yue Buqun sneered inwardly.

When he was vying for credit earlier, Ding Mian kept referring to the Songshan Sect and the Left Alliance Leader.

Now that you're in trouble, you're thinking of the Five Mountains Sword Sect?

He looked troubled and said gently, "Brother Ding, please calm down. Young Hero Zhao has just killed Dongfang Bubai, so he must be on the side of righteousness. Those words he just said were probably just said in anger. If you sincerely apologize to Young Hero Zhao, he is a magnanimous man and will surely not hold it against you."

Ding Mian was so angry that he trembled all over.

That was as good as saying nothing at all. Judging from Zhao Yu's expression, it couldn't have been something he said in a fit of anger.

He then turned his gaze to Abbess Dingyi.

Master Dingyi clasped her hands together and chanted a Buddhist prayer: "Amitabha, Benefactor Ding, you were in the wrong from the start. You tortured the person captured by Young Hero Zhao without permission, which was indeed inappropriate. In my opinion, you should apologize to Young Hero Zhao."

Although she hated evil, she was not pedantic.

The members of the Songshan Sect hid in the shadows, reluctant to show themselves. Now that Dongfang Bubai was dead, they jumped out to steal the credit. She knew exactly what they were up to.

At a time like this, she naturally wouldn't speak up for the Songshan Sect.

The Taishan and Hengshan factions, on the other hand, remained indifferent, standing aside and watching the spectacle.

Looking at the cold eyes of the crowd, Ding Mian felt a chill in his heart. He knew that he couldn't escape this calamity today.

Zhao Yu's gaze gradually turned cold, and he slowly raised his palm.

"Wait!" Ding Mian exclaimed hastily, his voice trembling. "You mean what you say? If I cut off my right hand, you'll let all of us leave?"

Zhao Yu replied calmly, "If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't need any excuses or to lie to you."

Ding Mian took a deep breath and looked down at his right hand.

This hand has been with him for decades, helping him hone his skills and earn him the reputation of "Pagoda-Bearing Hand" in the martial arts world.

Now, however, I must sever it with my own hands.

He closed his eyes, a resolute glint in them.

With a clang.

Ding Mian drew his long sword from his waist, gritted his teeth, and slashed at his right wrist.

Fresh blood gushed out.

A severed hand fell to the ground with a dull thud.

"what!"

Ding Mian let out a painful groan, clutching his right wrist, his face ashen, cold sweat instantly soaking his clothes.

"That's enough!" Ding Mian raised his head, looked at Zhao Yu with resentment, and said, word by word.

Lu Bai quickly stepped forward and pressed several acupoints on Ding Mian's wrist to stop the bleeding.

Zhao Yu didn't even glance at him, turned around, and uttered two words: "Get lost."

Ding Mian gritted his teeth and growled at the disciples beside him, "Let's go!"

Two disciples rushed forward to help Ding Mian up, while another disciple picked up the severed hand from the ground and carefully wrapped it up.

The members of the Songshan Sect left in a sorry state, like stray dogs.

Watching their departing figures, Zhao Yu turned around and walked up to Yang Lianting.

At this moment, Yang Lianting had already crawled to the side of Dongfang Bubai's corpse.

He held Dongfang Bubai's body tightly, his face expressionless; perhaps this was the greatest sorrow, the despair of a broken heart.

"Don't waste your time," Yang Lianting said in a hoarse voice. "Even if you deal with Ding Mian, I won't tell you anything. I won't utter a single word about the secrets of the Divine Cult. Forget about it."

Zhao Yu shook his head: "What you know isn't really important to me."

Yang Lianting raised her head and looked at Zhao Yu with some confusion.

Zhao Yu said slowly, "I came only to send you down to reunite with him. I will have someone bury you two together."

Although Yang Lianting could be killed or spared, Zhao Yu still understood the principle of eliminating the root of the problem.

Besides, even if Zhao Yu lets him go, Ren Yingying won't forgive him, so it's better to give him a quick death.

Yang Lianting's body trembled. He looked at Zhao Yu, then at Dongfang Bubai in his arms, and suddenly laughed bitterly.

"Okay...okay...that's fine too."

He slowly reached out and gently closed Dongfang Bubai's eyes, then closed his eyes and awaited death.

Thank you.

Zhao Yu raised his hand and gently stroked Yang Lianting's head.

Yang Lianting's body went limp and he fell into Dongfang Bubai's arms, a smile still on his face.

Zhao Yu looked at the two embracing each other, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

He didn't approve of their twisted relationship, but he couldn't help but admire their unwavering devotion to each other through thick and thin.

Despite his lifelong scheming, Dongfang Bubai ultimately only truly cared about one person: Yang Lianting.

Zhao Yu stood up, walked to the group from the Five Mountains Sword Sect, and greeted Yue Lingshan: "Miss Yue, thank you for watching over the people for me earlier."

"Ah...no need, no need."

Yue Lingshan quickly waved her hand, her cheeks slightly flushed.

She looked at Zhao Yu with admiration in her eyes: "Brother Zhao, you are really amazing. You actually killed the leader of the Demonic Sect."

"It was just a fluke," Zhao Yu said with a smile.

Watching the two talk, Linghu Chong felt a little uneasy, a sour feeling in his heart.

He stepped forward and clasped his hands in a fist salute to Zhao Yu: "Young Hero Zhao, I am deeply grateful. You killed Tian Boguang and Dongfang Bubai, eliminating two great scourges from the martial world. I admire you greatly."

Zhao Yu nodded to Linghu Chong, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over Lin Pingzhi at the back of the crowd.

Lin Pingzhi quickly lowered his head, avoiding Zhao Yu's gaze.

But his eyes were filled with a complex expression.

Looking at Zhao Yu's young face, he couldn't help but wonder if Zhao Yu's high level of martial arts at such a young age was related to his family's Evil-Repelling Sword Manual.

That's our family's traditional martial arts; if...

Lin Pingzhi couldn't suppress a trace of resentment, after all, having never experienced the calamity of his family's extermination, he was still unaware of the dangers of the world.

Zhao Yu paid no attention to Lin Pingzhi's thoughts.

He walked up to Liu Zhengfeng, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "Senior Liu."

"Young Master Zhao," Liu Zhengfeng quickly returned the greeting, "Young hero, your slaying of Dongfang Bubai is truly gratifying."

Zhao Yu said, "You're too kind, senior. I have a favor to ask of you, but I don't know..."

Liu Zhengfeng immediately replied, "Young hero, please speak freely!"

"Dongfang Bubai was, after all, a grandmaster. Although he had a grudge against the Five Mountains Sword Sect, death absolves all debts. It wouldn't be right to leave their bodies exposed in the wilderness. I would like to trouble you, senior, to have them buried together."

"Young Master Zhao is absolutely right." Liu Zhengfeng readily agreed. "Young Master Zhao is kind and benevolent, I admire you. I will arrange for someone to take care of it right away."

After saying this, he turned to his eldest disciple, Xiang Danian, and instructed him: "Danian, take a few men and give Dongfang Bubai and Yang Lianting a proper burial. Remember, do not neglect this task."

"Yes, Master." Xiang Danian accepted the order and left.

After making these arrangements, Liu Zhengfeng extended an invitation.

"Young Master Zhao, the ceremony I had originally planned for my retirement from the martial arts world was postponed for several days due to the Demonic Sect's affairs. Now that Dongfang Bubai is dead and the Demonic Sect is leaderless, they will likely not cause any more trouble. I plan to hold the ceremony again in three days. Would Young Master Zhao do me the honor of attending?"

"Of course I'll go," Zhao Yu said with a smile. "I came to Hengshan this time specifically to drink this cup of wine with you, senior. How could I miss it?"

Liu Zhengfeng was overjoyed: "Excellent! Excellent! It is truly an honor to have you grace my humble abode with your presence, young hero!"

After exchanging a few more pleasantries with everyone, Zhao Yu cupped his hands in farewell and said, "Everyone, I have some personal matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave now. See you at the Liu residence in three days."

"Young hero, please take care."

Everyone bowed and saw them off.

Zhao Yu's figure flickered and disappeared from everyone's sight.

As Master Dingyi watched Zhao Yu's departing figure, she couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "He accomplished his task and left without a trace, concealing his identity and name. Young Hero Zhao truly embodies the spirit of an ancient chivalrous knight."

However, the ancient swordsman she spoke of had already approached the so-called Holy Maiden of the Demonic Sect.