Simultaneous Transmigration: My Strength Comes Entirely from My Own

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However, even though Sikong Zhaixing managed to escape Luke's grasp using the Golden Cicada Sheds its Shell technique, Luke, whose skills had greatly improved by then, did not let him go. Using his lightness skill, Luke chased Sikong Zhaixing for a full eight hundred miles, eventually exhausting him to the point of collapse.

At that time, Luke's lightness skill was not as good as Sikong Zhaixing's. His strategy was simple: to wear Sikong Zhaixing down with his profound skill.

With Sikong Zhaixing's lightness skill, traveling a thousand miles a day was nothing special; he shouldn't have been exhausted after running eight hundred miles.

However, even Sikong Zhaixing's ability to travel a thousand miles a day has its conditions; he needs to breathe and regulate his breathing, and he can't just keep running non-stop.

But Luke could do it. When he merged with Luke, it not only enhanced his skills and talents, but also Luke's tough and indestructible body, which had been honed through countless trials. His endurance was something that Sikong Zhaixing could not match.

For eight hundred miles, Luke relentlessly pursued Sikong Zhaixing, giving him no chance to catch his breath. In the end, Luke exhausted his inner strength and could no longer run.

Lu Xiaofeng followed along, but he didn't rush. He rested when he needed to and adjusted his breathing when he needed to, feeling very relaxed and comfortable.

When he arrived, he saw Luke carrying Sikong Zhaixing, who looked utterly dejected. From then on, Lu Xiaofeng decided that he must become friends with Luke.

The relationship between Lu Xiaofeng and Sikong Zhaixing can definitely be described as that of close, albeit mischievous, friends.

They both enjoy seeing each other suffer, even if it doesn't benefit them at all. They're happy as long as they can get the other out of trouble.

To give an example, Sikong Zhaixing and Lu Xiaofeng once made a bet: whoever could do more somersaults would win.

Somersaults are child's play for martial arts practitioners, but after hundreds of somersaults, one can't help but feel dizzy and lightheaded. Yet these two actually had such a pointless competition. In the end, Lu Xiaofeng won by sacrificing his own dizziness and lightheadedness. The wager was that Sikong Zhaixing had to lie in the mud and catch hundreds of earth dragons, or loaches.

Then, in front of Sikong Zhaixing, Lu Xiaofeng released the loach that Sikong Zhaixing had painstakingly caught, just to see Sikong Zhaixing's frantic expression.

In an attempt to get revenge, Sikong Zhaixing began practicing somersaults diligently. Eventually, the two had another competition, and this time Sikong Zhaixing won. Lu Xiaofeng probably never expected that Sikong Zhaixing would be so bored as to practice somersaults.

After Sikong Zhaixing returned everything Lu Xiaofeng had done to him, he burst into laughter upon seeing Lu Xiaofeng's frustrated and confused expression.

Of course, despite their seemingly hostile relationship, their actual relationship is not bad at all; on the contrary, they are the kind of friends who would entrust their lives to each other.

In the following years, the three of them often got together, of course, at the Imperial Sword Manor.

Yin Hao would naturally not refuse his nephew's friendships, especially since the nephew was a skilled martial artist.

As for Yin Zhong, he didn't care. After all, Luke was his descendant. As long as his friends didn't have the surnames Tong or Long, it didn't matter.

When Sikong Zhaixing heard Luke mention Lu Xiaofeng, she looked disgusted, as if she had heard something foul, and said...

"What bad luck! Why did you bring him up? He's a really strange guy, always getting into trouble. You should try not to mention him."

Although they were good friends, Sikong Zhaixing had to admit one thing: Lu Xiaofeng was simply the epitome of trouble.

Lu Xiaofeng is always getting into all sorts of trouble. Sometimes, even if he's just quietly drinking at home, trouble might still come knocking on his door.

Strangely enough, if Lu Xiaofeng really encountered some serious trouble, Sikong Zhaixing would always risk her life to help him.

This strange friendship was somewhat incomprehensible even to Luke, a time traveler bombarded by the internet, and could only be attributed to the common ailment of geniuses.

After all, Luke sees Sikong Zhaixing's personality, which views stealing as an art, as kleptomania, a mental illness. It's not surprising that someone with a mental illness would do anything. Long live understanding!

Luke laughed and said, "I'm not afraid of trouble. I was even thinking of going to find Lu Xiaofeng. After all, there are so many interesting things happening around him. Even watching a show would be exciting. However, you are injured and can't leave me alone. Oh well, what can we do? We're friends. Don't worry, I'll take you with me. We old friends will definitely have a great time reuniting."

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After listening to Luke's words, Sikong Zhaixing said that she was not happy at all, and even very sad.

However, just as Sikong Zhaixing was about to say something, Luke suddenly frowned and said.

"It seems we have guests! Since we have guests, please show yourselves!"

Just now, a familiar aura suddenly entered Luke's senses, which also brought an end to his banter with Sikong Zhaixing.

Although Sikong Zhaixing liked to joke, he was also good at reading people's expressions. Knowing that this was not the time to joke, he got off the bed, sat up straight, and suddenly changed his face and became several inches shorter and thinner. He had obviously changed his body shape by using bone shrinking skills.

... . ...

At this moment, the door opened, and Zhao Yun entered, carrying a tray with a pot of tea and several cups on it.

Luke wasn't waiting for her, of course. He gestured for Zhao Yun to sit down and said.

"Yun'er, please sit down. We have a guest, and this pot of tea is just in time."

Zhao Yun blinked her beautiful eyes, slowly sat down, and behaved with quiet elegance, befitting a lady from a prominent family. Sikong Zhaixing, standing to the side, looked on with envy and jealousy.

Why is it that both Lu Xiaofeng and Luke are surrounded by beautiful girls, but I am the only one without them? This is so unfair. Is it because I am not as handsome as them?

Luke, unaware of Sikong Zhaixing's inner turmoil, poured a full cup of tea that Zhao Yun had just brewed. The tea was fragrant and steaming hot.

Luke gently tapped the teacup, and two drops of tea suddenly leaped up, detaching from the rim of the cup, as if imbued with life.

With a flick of his finger, the two drops of tea shot out like arrows, piercing the window with a sharp whooshing sound, and hurtling towards the outside.

Arriving uninvited and spying in secret, even after your whereabouts have been exposed, you still hide and refuse to see anyone—that's rude.

Since you're being rude, don't blame Luke for striking first.

Chapter 221: Martial Arts Chronicle: Serving Tea and Seeing Off Guests

The tea drew a beautiful arc in the air, its speed astonishing.

They struck the two ancient trees outside the window in an instant, leaving two clearly visible small holes in the solid trunks. The edges of the holes were as smooth as a mirror, demonstrating the extraordinary penetrating power of the two drops of tea.

If you didn't see it with your own eyes, who would believe that just two seemingly harmless drops of tea could have such amazing power?

Sikong Zhaixing watched in stunned silence, secretly marveling at Luke's profound skill.

He knew that to refine tea to this level, one needed not only extremely high internal strength but also a masterful control over power.

Luke's move undoubtedly demonstrated his extraordinary martial arts skills.

Zhao Yun was also surprised. Although she often accompanied Luke, she rarely saw such a scene of displaying martial arts skills.

Looking at Luke's composed face, she felt an indescribable sense of admiration.

Outside the window, a gentle breeze rustled the leaves, seemingly awestruck by the power of those two drops of tea. The small holes in the two ancient trees stood as witnesses to this silent contest.

Luke looked away, a faint smile playing on his lips, as if he were already used to it all.

He took a sip of tea and continued, "Now that the guests have arrived, why hide? Why not show yourselves and enjoy this fine tea together?"

Two figures slowly emerged from behind the large tree, their steps steady and composed. One was dressed in magnificent robes, exuding an imposing aura, his eyes gleaming like lightning—it was none other than the Iron-Blooded Marquis Zhu Wushi; the other was dressed in men's clothing, dashing and heroic, yet his brows couldn't conceal a hint of tenderness—it was his adopted daughter, Shangguan Haitang.

Zhu Wushi looked up into the room, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Young Master Lu is indeed skilled; even two drops of tea can contain such astonishing power."

Before he finished speaking, he had already gathered a great deal of true energy in his palm, lifting the two drops of tea into the air.

With a flick of his finger, an invisible force swept out, turning the tea into glistening droplets that scattered with the wind.

However, in the next instant, he casually flicked his hand, and the tea water sank straight into the ground, leaving two deep pits the size of water droplets, with edges as smooth as if they had been cut by a knife or axe.

"Since Young Master Lu is so kind as to invite us to dinner, we two certainly dare not refuse."

Zhu Wushi's voice was deep and carried an irresistible air of authority.

Luke picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and smiled faintly. "You're too kind, sir. Since you're here, why don't you sit down and have a chat? This tea is still warm."

Sikong Zhaixing listened with trepidation, never expecting to see the Iron-Blooded Marquis again so soon.

Even though he was very confident in his disguise skills, Sikong Zhaixing couldn't help but feel terrified at this moment, after all, Zhu Wushi had left a very deep impression on him.

He secretly glanced at Shangguan Haitang and thought to himself: Although this girl is dressed as a man, her cool and beautiful temperament cannot be hidden.

Having traveled the world for many years, Sikong Zhaixing was well-informed and a master of disguise. Although Shangguan Haitang was dressed as a man, she could not escape Sikong Zhaixing's notice.

Zhao Yun, on the other hand, remained even more composed. She stood up and poured a cup of tea for Zhu Wushi and Shangguan Haitang, her movements elegant and graceful, like flowing water and drifting clouds.

"It is an honor to have two distinguished guests grace my humble abode," she said softly, her tone gentle yet courteous.

Calling it a humble abode is not wrong, because Sikong Zhaixing has already given this inn to Luke and his group.

Zhu Wushi took the tea, took a sip, and exclaimed, "Excellent tea! This is top-quality Longjing tea. An ounce of tea is worth an ounce of gold. It seems you brought this from Yujian Manor. Young Master Lu, it's been a long time since we last met."

Luke tilted his head, as if recalling something, and spoke after a moment.

"It's been a year and a half. How have you been, Divine Marquis?"

Zhu Wushi smiled slightly and said, "Thank you for your concern. I am in good health."

Shangguan Haitang suddenly asked curiously, "Godfather, so you know Young Master Lu!"

Zhu was about to speak when Luke suddenly interrupted him.

"I wouldn't say we know each other, we've only met a few times, but we haven't exchanged many words."

Zhu Wushi was not angry, but just smiled and said, "The first two times I went there, I was only focused on talking to Master Yin and Second Master Yin. I was careless and did not realize that there was a rising star like Young Master Lu in Yujian Manor."

Zhu Wushi spoke with an expression of admiration, seemingly unconcerned about Luke's earlier rudeness, displaying only a deep appreciation for talent.

But it would be a miracle if Luke believed him. He remained silent, only pouring tea for Zhu Wushi.

The tea had already overflowed from the cup, but Luke still didn't stop.

Wine cups should be filled full, tea cups should be served shallow.

But now the tea was overflowing, and Luke's intention to see him out couldn't be clearer.

But Zhu ignored it as if he hadn't seen it. He simply placed his hand lightly on the table, and the tea in the teacup began to steam, then started to drop at a visible speed.

Luke remained calm, seemingly unconcerned about Zhu's actions. He slowly lifted the teapot and poured the boiling tea back into the cup, his movements steady and composed, without a trace of panic.

However, as more tea was poured, the white steam in the cup grew thicker and thicker, rising like mist and filling the entire room.

This is not only a contest of their inner strength, but also a test of their mental fortitude and endurance.

Zhao Yun stood to the side, her gaze slightly narrowed. She could feel a subtle sense of oppression in the air, an invisible yet tangible force pulling back and forth between the two of them.

Sikong Zhaixing had already held her breath, feeling a tightness in her chest, as if even the air itself was being squeezed by this silent battle.

Although Shangguan Haitang appeared calm on the surface, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, revealing her inner turmoil—she had never seen her godfather treat someone so seriously.

"Young Master Lu is in quite a good mood."

Zhu Wushi's voice was deep and resonant, with a hint of mockery, "It seems you're not being too polite to me."

The young man's skills were not bad, but Zhu Wushi did not believe that the other party's less than twenty years of cultivation could be compared with his own nearly a thousand years of cultivation.

Luke smiled slightly, a meaningful curve appearing at the corner of his lips.

"You flatter me, Lord Shenhou. I'm just doing my duty as a host. Since you're here, we can't let our guests leave empty-handed."

Luke figured he had nothing better to do than play along, let him think he was in control, and then make him suffer a great loss. Just imagining the scene made Luke almost laugh. He was always very interested in watching a good show, especially one he created himself.

Chapter 222: Martial Arts Chronicle: You seem to be injured?