Simultaneous Transmigration: The Re-merging of 99 Selves

Chapter 114 Departure

Zhao Yu stood up: "I understand, thank you for your explanation, senior."

"Young hero, are you leaving already?"

Liu Zhengfeng quickly stood up as well: "Young hero, you saved my whole family's lives, and this is all you ask? How can this be enough! If there's anything you need, just say the word, and I'll do it without hesitation if it's within my power."

Zhao Yu paused, "Now that you mention it, I've actually forgotten something. I do want some compensation."

"Young hero, please feel free to ask," Liu Zhengfeng said hastily. "Don't mention just one item, even ten or a hundred, I will agree to them."

"You can't make the decision about this reward on your own."

Zhao Yu looked towards the study doorway and said loudly, "My friend outside, you've been listening for so long, shouldn't you come in now?"

Liu Zhengfeng was taken aback at first, then his face lit up with surprise: "Is it Brother Qu?"

Before the words were finished, a figure in cyan robes drifted in from outside the door.

The newcomer had white hair and beard, a gaunt face, and a bamboo flute hanging at his waist. He was none other than Qu Yang, an elder of the Demonic Sect.

"Qu Yang greets Young Hero Zhao." Qu Yang bowed deeply to Zhao Yu. "Thank you for your righteous help in saving Brother Liu and his family. I will never forget this kindness."

Zhao Yu nodded slightly: "Mr. Qu, you're too kind."

"Brother Qu." Liu Zhengfeng quickly stepped forward and tightly grasped Qu Yang's hand. "Why are you here? I thought you had already left."

"How can I leave?"

Qu Yang sighed, a look of guilt on his face: "I saw the Songshan Sect members arrive and wanted to rush down to help you. But I also knew that if I showed myself, it would only make things worse. So I could only hide in the shadows, anxious and worried. Fortunately, Young Hero Zhao intervened; otherwise, I would have been beyond redemption."

"Brother Qu, you flatter me," Liu Zhengfeng comforted him.

After exchanging a few words, the two turned their attention back to Zhao Yu.

Liu Zhengfeng said, "What reward would you like, young hero? As long as it's within the capabilities of Brother Qu and me, we'll do it without hesitation."

Zhao Yu looked at the two of them and said, "I've heard that you two are kindred spirits, like high mountains and flowing water, and have known each other for many years. I imagine you must have composed and sung music together. I wonder if you could give me this musical score as a token of your appreciation?"

Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang exchanged a glance and were both stunned.

To their utter surprise, Zhao Yu only wanted a musical score.

"Young hero, you...you only want the sheet music?"

"What? Is it not acceptable? With your skill, this piece might become a timeless masterpiece like 'Guangling San.' Using it as payment is truly a waste of your talents. I was worried that you two wouldn't be willing to part with it."

"Young hero, you jest."

Qu Yang laughed heartily and pulled out a yellowed booklet from his pocket: "This book, 'The Smiling, Proud Wanderer,' is a work that my brother Liu and I have devoted our lives to writing. Since you like it, young hero, then I'll give it to you."

Zhao Yu took the booklet and flipped through it.

"Well done, well done, 'The Smiling, Proud Wanderer'!" Zhao Yu closed the book and put it in his pocket with satisfaction.

Now I can finally bring Lin Chaoying a decent gift when I go back.

This trip to Hengshan was definitely worthwhile.

Zhao Yu cupped his hands in thanks to the two men: "Thank you both for your generosity. Now that everything is settled, I should take my leave."

"Young hero, are you leaving already?" Liu Zhengfeng hurriedly said, "Why don't you stay on Mount Heng for a few more days? That way, I can show you some hospitality."

"No need, I have important matters to attend to and must head north as soon as possible."

He stopped at the door and said, "Before I leave, I have a piece of advice for you two. The Songshan Sect will never let this go, and Zuo Lengchan won't let it go either. You'd better make plans as soon as possible."

Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang exchanged a glance, both seeing relief in each other's eyes.

"Thank you for the reminder, young hero. Actually, Brother Qu and I have already discussed it. Once things are settled here, we will set sail together, find a secluded island, and live a secluded life in the mountains. From then on, we will play the zither and flute, and never ask about the affairs of the martial world again."

"That's excellent." Zhao Yu nodded.

This is the best ending.

Unlike the original story, where one of them died and the other was buried with him, leaving behind only a final, poignant melody.

"Goodbye."

Zhao Yu said no more, turned around and strode away.

As soon as he stepped out of the Liu residence gate, he heard a melodious duet of qin and xiao playing behind him.

The clear and melodious sound of the zither and the gentle and melodious sound of the flute intertwine, like a beautiful mountain stream, complementing each other perfectly.

It was that song, "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer".

Zhao Yu smiled slightly, his steps never faltering, as he walked further and further away.

Meanwhile, on a small road outside Hengshan City.

Fei Bin walked alone, looking lost and dejected. He clutched his chest, his face filled with confusion and anger.

"What just happened? Why did I suddenly attack Senior Brother Ding?" he muttered to himself. "It must be that kid. He must have used some kind of evil magic on me. I must rush back to Mount Song immediately and explain to Senior Brother Zuo."

As we were walking, a melodious erhu tune suddenly came from the woods by the roadside.

The erhu's mournful and plaintive sound, like weeping and lamenting, seemed particularly eerie in the silent mountain forest.

Fei Bin abruptly stopped in his tracks: "Who? Who's there?"

No one answered; only the sound of the erhu continued.

"Mega..."

Before Fei Bin could finish speaking, a cold light shot out from the woods.

Before he could even react, he felt a chill on his neck.

Fei Bin subconsciously reached out and touched his neck, only to find his hand covered in blood.

"you……"

Fei Bin opened his mouth, as if to say something, but couldn't utter a single word.

Then he fell straight down, his eyes wide open, dying with his eyes still open.

From the woods, a small, elderly man slowly emerged.

He was playing an erhu in his hand; he was none other than the head of the Hengshan School, Master Mo Da of Xiaoxiang Night Rain.

Mr. Mo glanced at Fei Bin on the ground, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

He picked up his erhu, turned around, and walked into the depths of the woods. The melodious yet mournful sound of the erhu gradually faded into the distance.

If the Songshan Sect plots against the Hengshan Sect, then don't blame the Hengshan Sect for retaliating.

Hypnotized by Zhao Yu, Fei Bin's decision to attack Ding Mian in public was the best course of action.

Killing him would serve as a warning to the Songshan Sect without escalating the conflict completely.

In the world of martial arts, everyone has their own plans.

However, all of this is no longer relevant to Zhao Yu.

On the official road outside Hengshan City.

Zhao Yu mounted his horse and looked at Lan Fenghuang, who was already waiting there. He smiled and said, "Sect Leader Lan, we'll be traveling day and night to the capital. Don't complain."

Lan Fenghuang chuckled, mounted her horse, and flicked her whip.

"Ah Lang, you underestimate me too much. We Miao women aren't that delicate. How about we have a contest to see who gets to the town ahead first? The loser has to buy drinks."

Zhao Yu laughed heartily: "Then I won't stand on ceremony!"

Before the words were even finished, the two of them simultaneously spurred their horses.

Two fine horses galloped northward like arrows released from a bow.