Simultaneous Transmigration: From Japanese Anime to American Comics

The once-bustling Heroes' Assembly was now overshadowed by gloom, especially with the manor's master unconscious after spitting blood.

The discussions of the servants reached You Ju's ears, but he pretended not to hear them, his face pale with despair.

At this moment, a bold voice rang out.

"Qiao Feng has come to pay his respects!"

You Ju was shocked. Disaster had struck; why did this calamity have to come now?!

It's over, it's over! Ju Xian Manor wouldn't see peace today!

Soon, a tall, broad-shouldered man with a square face, thick eyebrows, bright eyes, and a commanding presence stepped forward, carrying a weakly breathing woman in his arms.

Each step he took exuded an intimidating aura—who else could it be but Qiao Feng?

You Ju collapsed onto the ground, murmuring in despair, "Kill me if you wish. Curse Ju Xian Manor's ill fortune for encountering such disasters in a single day."

"Didn't you say heroes had gathered to take my head? Why are you the only one here? Where are the other warriors?"

Qiao Feng frowned, feeling insulted. Did the You brothers think they alone could deal with him?

You Ju burst into tears. "It's over! All over! There's no Heroes' Assembly anymore. Before you arrived, someone else already wreaked havoc!"

Qiao Feng: "..."

Wreaked havoc?

Who was this referring to?

Qiao Feng was bewildered. Wasn't this Heroes' Assembly convened to deal with him? How had another party intervened?

"Brother Qiao, isn't Miracle Doctor Xue here?"

Ah Zhu weakly called out.

Qiao Feng quickly asked You Ju, "Where is Miracle Doctor Xue? I urgently need his help! I know he played a significant role in organizing this assembly and should be a guest here."

Hearing Qiao Feng mention Xue Muhua, You Ju was overwhelmed with sorrow, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Did something happen to Miracle Doctor Xue?"

Qiao Feng's voice turned grave, a mix of shock and anger.

If Xue Muhua was gone, Ah Zhu's fate would be sealed.

Who else could save someone on the brink of death with ruptured internal organs?

You Ju's vacant eyes stared blankly. It wasn't until Qiao Feng gently shook him by the shoulders that he instinctively nodded.

Qiao Feng's body trembled. He didn't dare look back at Ah Zhu, fearing to see despair on her face.

Ah Zhu, however, reached out and tugged on his sleeve, smiling faintly. "Brother Qiao, don't worry about me. This is just fate."

Qiao Feng clenched his fists. "We've traveled so far seeking help, finally finding a sliver of hope, yet heaven is so merciless."

Ah Zhu remained calm, even smiling. "Heaven isn't merciless at all; otherwise, it wouldn't have let you stay by my side."

Qiao Feng was comforted but also felt more anguish inside.

"Brother Qiao, I'm curious—who ruined Ju Xian Manor's Heroes' Assembly? How does that person's martial prowess compare to yours?"

Ah Zhu quietly changed the subject.

Qiao Feng pondered for a moment, then turned to You Ju. "Can you explain everything to me?"

The disruption of the Heroes' Assembly had, in a way, alleviated the pressure on Qiao Feng. But the death of Xue Muhua had further complicated matters for them.

Qiao Feng was eager to know who was behind this.

At this point, You Ju had somewhat regained his composure. Looking at the frail Ah Zhu, a cunning idea formed in his mind.

"The one who disrupted the assembly was a scholar. His target was Miracle Doctor Xue, and he came specifically to ambush him."

"Many martial artists tried to protect Miracle Doctor Xue but had their martial arts abolished. In the end, they still couldn't save him."

You Ju deliberately exaggerated the story, pinning Xue Muhua's death on Chu Yang, making it seem like Chu Yang had done it intentionally. This planted suspicion in Qiao Feng's mind, leading him to think the incident was a calculated move against him.

Ah Zhu, her strength waning, sensed flaws in You Ju's words but was too weak to overthink. Her eyelids drooped heavily.

Qiao Feng deliberated, suspecting the mysterious scholar mentioned by You Ju might be connected to the person who killed his parents and master.

Both seemed to target those close to him.

This realization filled Qiao Feng with rage. He immediately asked You Ju for information on the scholar.

Having never seen Chu Yang in person, You Ju called for the butler who had witnessed everything.

The trembling butler described the appearances of Chu Yang and his two companions. Qiao Feng fell silent, realizing the three were likely to stand out due to their striking looks, making them easier to track.

With that, Qiao Feng carried Ah Zhu and left decisively.

The butler, still reeling from the ordeal, nearly wet himself. Hearing the second master laugh heartily, he shuddered.

"When the snipe and clam fight, the fisherman profits. I must be the reincarnation of Zhuge Liang!"

The butler looked at the smug second master, his pants already soaked, and felt a deep sense of despair.

If those two disasters didn't clash, the ones to suffer would be Ju Xian Manor.

Meanwhile, on the streets, many onlookers from the earlier fight lingered. Qiao Feng questioned them one by one and soon learned the direction Chu Yang and his group had taken.

Ah Zhu, in poor health, weakly advised Qiao Feng not to pursue them. The scholar was clearly a formidable foe, and with her as a burden, Qiao Feng would be at a disadvantage.

Unfortunately, Qiao Feng didn't listen.

Meanwhile, Chu Yang and his group returned to the inn, retrieved their carriage, and prepared to continue their journey.

Originally, they only intended to spectate, but unexpectedly became the center of the commotion.

"What a pity I couldn't see Chief Qiao fighting with a speaker on his shoulder…"

Chu Yang, holding the reins, led the little red horse to the front of the carriage, sighing with regret.

"What's a speaker?" Huang Rong blinked curiously.

"Uh, it's a kind of musical instrument…"

Chu Yang, unsure how to explain, brushed off the question with a vague reply.

"Brother Chu, that scene earlier was terrifying, and you're still thinking about playing music to liven things up…"

Mu Nianci complained, "Aren't we offending too many people? Especially Shaolin Temple—they're said to be the number one sect in the Northern Song Empire."

Huang Rong stroked the little red horse's mane and snorted dismissively, "So what? We're not staying here long anyway. Once we get to Mongolia, who will care about them? If they're unhappy, let them come after us—I'll knock their teeth out."

Mu Nianci sighed deeply.

"Alright, don't overthink it. Get in the carriage quickly. After crossing the Northern Song, we still have to pass through the Ming before reaching Mongolia. It's a long journey; let's hit the road early."

After tidying up the reins, Chu Yang urged the two girls into the carriage. Having wandered the city for half a day, they were both quite tired.

Yawning, Huang Rong entered the carriage, while Mu Nianci instinctively tried to take the reins from Chu Yang, only to be waved off.

"Go in. You can drive tomorrow."

Mu Nianci nodded obediently. She was indeed exhausted; the tension from spectating the earlier conflict had drained her, leaving her overwhelmed by fatigue as it subsided.

The little red horse, intelligent and perceptive, started pulling the carriage slowly out of the inn without needing Chu Yang's urging. Chu Yang sat sideways on the carriage shaft, closing his eyes to rest.

Earlier, during the fight, he had utilized the general principles of martial arts from the Nine Yin Manual to analyze the flaws of various sects' techniques, achieving unexpectedly effective results.

Not only could he identify weaknesses, but he could also deduce the complete routines of their martial arts. Combined with the Rinnegan's insight into internal energy flows, the world's martial arts appeared to him like an exam paper with answers already written.

"Just fighting someone is enough to learn their martial arts. This isn't stealing—it's outright robbery…"

Chu Yang chuckled contentedly, thriving on his opportunistic gains.

Shaolin's Master Xuan Nan specialized in the Vajra Palm and Vajra Finger, while Master Xuan Ji excelled in Heavenly Indicative Finger and One Strike Two Scatters Palm. Tan Gong and Tan Po were adept in palm and fist techniques, respectively.

These martial arts had all become part of Chu Yang's repertoire. As for the others' skills, they didn't pique his interest in the slightest.

"Gui Mie asked me to find some superior sword techniques. Now it seems that won't be too difficult—I just need to challenge a few skilled swordsmen."

"Most sword masters are from The Smiling, Proud Wanderer. Its setting is the Ming Dynasty, so I'll likely find clues when I get there."

"As for the Northern Song… aside from the Six Meridians Divine Sword, nothing else seems worth referencing."

As these thoughts swirled in his mind, a sudden thunderous shout reached his ears, like a clap of thunder from a clear sky.

"Thief! Stop!"

A burly man with a rugged, weathered appearance and sharp, commanding eyes landed in front of the carriage, radiating authority.

Sitting on the carriage shaft, Chu Yang rubbed his slightly ringing ears.

Goodness!

I thought someone set off fireworks next to me.

This guy sure has a loud voice.

Chu Yang's first impression of Qiao Feng wasn't great—rude and unnecessarily loud.

"Looking at the two of us, who do you think fits the image of a thief more?"

Chu Yang pointed to his own clean, tidy attire, then to Qiao Feng's ragged beggar clothes.

Qiao Feng glanced at his tattered outfit, momentarily at a loss for words.

"My shabby-dressed friend, could you please move aside? What you're doing right now isn't begging—it's highway robbery, which could land you in jail."

Chu Yang gestured for Qiao Feng to make way.

Qiao Feng said gravely, "You caused a commotion at Ju Xian Manor and killed Miracle Doctor Xue. What is your intention behind these actions?"

Chu Yang asked in confusion, "What does that have to do with you?"

Qiao Feng froze at the response, then burst out angrily, "Did you already know I was seeking Miracle Doctor Xue to save someone? Did you deliberately kill him? Are you also behind the deaths of my parents and master?"

Chu Yang was utterly baffled, staring at him sincerely as he asked, "Are you crazy?"

Enraged, Qiao Feng leapt into the air, unleashing a palm strike. His formidable internal energy materialized into a golden dragon that surged toward Chu Yang.

The air was filled with the sound of a dragon's roar!

"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms…"

Chu Yang's eyes lit up as he immediately recognized the burly man's identity. Rising to his feet, he launched a palm strike of his own.

A golden hand appeared in front of Chu Yang, with every line and detail clearly visible—it was the Vajra Palm he had just learned from Shaolin's Master Xuan Nan.

The golden hand smashed into the dragon, shattering it with overwhelming force. Though the hand itself became fragmented, it continued flying toward Qiao Feng.

Qiao Feng countered with another palm strike, creating a surge of energy that shattered the golden hand.

This brief exchange left Qiao Feng deeply shocked.

"That move seemed like Shaolin's Vajra Palm… but why was it so powerful?"

Qiao Feng's expression turned grim. The Vajra Palm was formidable, but it shouldn't surpass the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. The only explanation was that the user's strength was extraordinary.

"You are not a Shaolin disciple. Why do you know the Vajra Palm, one of Shaolin's Seventy-Two Supreme Techniques?"