Chapter 84: Myth

“Brother, who were those people just now?” Yang Ying asked in confusion. “They just started hitting people as soon as they arrived—how rude.”

Yang Wenhao shook his head. “I have no idea who they are.”

Yang Ying’s face was worried. “What should we do then? They might come after you again. Should we call Dad?”

“No need,” Yang Wenhao refused.

He couldn’t let his father know about this incident. With his father’s capabilities, he probably already knew something about these things. But Wenhao didn’t want to drag his family into this for now.

Yang Ying, on the other hand, felt embarrassed as Wenhao kept staring at her. Even though he was her brother, she blushed and turned her head away. “Brother, stop staring at me like that.”

Coming back to himself, Wenhao smiled softly. “It’s just that you’re so beautiful, Xiaoying. I got a little lost for a moment.”

“Hmph!” Yang Ying snorted. “You and your slick tongue. I’m not talking to you anymore.”

She turned and walked away, leaving Wenhao helplessly shrugging his shoulders. He thought, can’t I even speak the truth?

But what happened that day lingered in Wenhao’s mind. After logging onto the Martial Arts Forum, he finally learned about the organization those two belonged to.

In China, there are many factions, but most belong to a single alliance—the Martial Alliance. Within the Alliance, there are countless tangled forces. Though nominally united, in reality, each has its own master.

The six main factions are the government and the Five Great Families of the Imperial Capital. Those two people from before belonged to the official government faction, sent specifically by the Jiangnan Branch.

“China’s official force,” Wenhao murmured, stroking his chin. The two men today were weak, merely second-rate at best. People with such strength wouldn’t be the elites of the organization—at most, they’d be mid to lower level.

To ordinary people, a second-rate expert would already be seen as a master, but in the eyes of true martial artists, they’re nothing more than weaklings, easily controlled by others.

In the days that followed, Wenhao focused on his cultivation, working to stabilize his breakthrough into the eighth stage of Qi Training. His progress had been too rapid; he needed time to settle.

He kept to a regular routine: attending classes at school and cultivating after returning home. Life went on like this, peaceful and uneventful.

A month slipped by. Once again, it was time to travel to another world.

That day, Wenhao returned home early after class.

“Let’s begin the crossing,” he said.

The words were like a key, unlocking the door to a new world. Instantly, a white veil enveloped him completely.

When the white light faded, Wenhao had vanished from his living room.

He found himself surrounded by woods, unsure whether he was in the modern world or the ancient past.

“No matter. I’ll just have a look around first.”

Dressed in casual clothes, Wenhao looked gentle and refined. For safety, though, he decided to take out his sword and hang it at his waist.

“Help! Someone help!”

“Go ahead and scream, shout until your throat is hoarse—no one will save you.”

“This one’s mine, ha ha!”

As Wenhao walked along the forest path, he suddenly heard desperate cries for help not far away.

His brows furrowed. This was the first sound he’d heard upon arriving in this world—he hadn’t expected it to be like this.

“Ding! Scenario mission triggered: Rescue the besieged Lü family. Mission reward: two hundred points.”

“Lü’s household, Lord Lü.” Wenhao instantly understood. He drew his sword and rushed toward the direction of the cries.

Meanwhile, a band of robbers was attacking a group of wealthy ladies. These bandits were desperate criminals—murderers, arsonists, thieves, rapists. When they saw the two noblewomen inside the carriage, their intentions turned evil at once.

“She’s pretty—this one’s mine!” one of the bandits crowed. He dragged one of the noble ladies off, intent on vile deeds.

Nearby, an old man—father to the two ladies—was held back by several other bandits.

“Susu! Susu!” The old man’s tears were about to fall as he called out desperately, but it was useless. The robbers took no notice; for them, they were the law of the land. Even if the King of Heaven himself appeared, it would make no difference.

Suddenly, several flashes of sword light cut through the air.

Blood spattered like the blossoming of some demonic crimson lotus.

“Who’s there!” the bandits cried in alarm, seeing their comrades fall. They began searching for the attacker.

But their enemy gave them no chance. Sword in hand, he descended on them like a warrior from the heavens, swiftly killing every last bandit.

Sheathing his blade, Wenhao’s expression remained indifferent. At that moment, the system’s voice sounded in his ear.

“Ding. Congratulations, Host. Scenario mission complete. You have received two hundred points.”

From start to finish, only a few breaths had passed. The bandits who had been so arrogant just moments before, driving their victims to despair, now all lay dead—each at the hands of this young man.

He had killed so many without the slightest change of expression, as if it meant nothing.

“Susu!” Seeing the robbers slain, the older noblewoman and the old man rushed to the side of the young lady who had nearly been abused.

Just then, another young man appeared from the shadows, his face stunned by the scene before him.

“This—” The newcomer looked surprised, then turned his gaze to Wenhao, noticing the sword at his waist. When he saw Wenhao’s modern attire, his eyes widened in disbelief.

Wenhao had chosen to keep his modern clothes, uncertain of the era.

Seeing the newcomer’s shock, Wenhao was a bit puzzled, but a thought flashed through his mind. He instantly recognized the youth—Yi Xiaochuan.

“You’re from the modern world?” Yi Xiaochuan’s voice was full of emotion, as if meeting a compatriot in a foreign land.

Wenhao nodded slightly.

“Did you cross over here too?” Yi Xiaochuan asked.

“Something like that.” Wenhao was indeed a transmigrant, but unlike Yi Xiaochuan, who had been transported by a mysterious box, he had arrived via the system.

“That’s wonderful!” Yi Xiaochuan was so moved he nearly wept. “A fellow countryman!”

To meet someone from your own era in a place like this—what an emotional moment.

Meanwhile, the old man, having comforted his daughter, walked over and bowed deeply to Wenhao and Yi Xiaochuan.

“Thank you, young sirs, for your timely aid. I am immeasurably grateful.”

(End of chapter)