Simultaneous Transmigration: The Re-merging of 99 Selves

Chapter 90 Educating Linghu Chong

While applying the medicine, Linghu Chong asked curiously, "Brother Zhao, how did you rescue Junior Sister Yilin from Brother Tian? Brother Tian's lightness skill is famously fast, and his swordsmanship is also quite good. Where is he now? Won't he be chasing after us?"

Zhao Yu smiled faintly: "Don't worry, he'll never come after me in this lifetime."

"What do you mean?" Linghu Chong looked at Zhao Yu with some confusion.

Yilin said with no small amount of pride, "Tian Boguang was just killed by the young master with a single blow; he's as dead as can be."

"What?"

Upon hearing this, Linghu Chong's hand trembled, spilling the wound medicine, but he couldn't care less: "Brother Zhao, you actually managed to kill Brother Tian?"

Zhao Yu looked over upon hearing this, a playful expression on his face: "What? Judging from your tone, you seem to feel sorry for him?"

Linghu Chong nodded subconsciously: "Although Brother Tian went astray, he was still an upright and honorable man. It is truly regrettable that he died like this."

"Upright and honest?"

Zhao Yu sneered: "Is this how Yue Buqun taught you? It's one thing to be on friendly terms with a lecherous womanizer, but now that he's dead, you're even lamenting his death. You feel sorry for Tian Boguang, but what about the innocent women he harmed? Who will mourn for them?"

These words struck Linghu Chong's heart like a heavy hammer.

He wanted to explain, but found himself speechless.

Yes, Tian Boguang was loyal to him, but to the women he harmed, he was an unforgivable demon.

"I...I didn't mean that." Linghu Chong lowered his head. "I just felt that his crime didn't deserve to die..."

Yilin looked at him with some disappointment: "Senior Brother Linghu, how many women has Tian Boguang harmed over the years? How many families have been ruined because of him? He deserved to die, and you, young master, killed him to uphold justice. How can you say that?"

Linghu Chong looked up and saw the disappointment in Yilin's eyes, which made him feel even worse.

He opened his mouth, but in the end he just sighed and stopped talking, silently continuing to apply the medicine to himself.

The atmosphere among the three gradually became somber.

Zhao Yu leaned against the tree trunk, closing his eyes to rest, while Yi Lin sat beside him, head down, seemingly lost in thought.

Linghu Chong silently tended to his wounds, his movements somewhat absentminded.

He knew in his heart that Zhao Yu and Yi Lin were right.

But he was a man of great loyalty by nature. Although Tian Boguang was a lecherous thief, he was actually quite good to him. The two became friends after a fight.

Hearing the news of Tian Boguang's death, he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Linghu Chong finally finished treating his wounds.

He struggled to stand up, but as soon as he moved, a piercing pain shot through his leg, and he almost fell.

Zhao Yu reached out and helped him up: "Slow down, your injury hasn't healed yet."

Linghu Chong looked at him gratefully: "Thank you, Brother Zhao."

The three of them packed up and headed out of the woods towards Hengshan City.

The atmosphere remained somewhat somber throughout the journey.

Yilin subconsciously followed behind Zhao Yu, keeping a distance from Linghu Chong.

Linghu Chong saw this and felt even more bitter.

He couldn't help but start to reflect: Was he really wrong?

Emerging from the dense forest, the sunlight bathed us, dispelling the coolness of the woods. In the distance, on the official road, we could vaguely see the figures of pedestrians.

"Go get my horse first," Zhao Yu said. "With a horse, you'll suffer less."

Linghu Chong nodded: "Thank you for your trouble, Brother Zhao."

The three of them walked along the official road toward the place where Zhao Yu had tethered his horse.

Soon, they arrived at the tree where Zhao Yu had tied his horse earlier. Zhao Yu's horse was still safely tied to the tree, but several men dressed in light blue outfits were standing next to it, their origins unknown.

The leader was a young man in his twenties. Seeing Zhao Yu and his two companions approaching, he stepped forward, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "I am Mi Weiyi from Hengshan. May I ask your esteemed name, sir?"

"Zhao Yu," Zhao Yu said calmly, "this horse is mine."

"So it's Brother Zhao."

Mi Weiyi nodded and explained, "In a few days, it will be my master's retirement ceremony, and many martial arts practitioners will come to watch. My master is worried that the city will be a mixed bag and cause trouble, so he has asked us brothers to patrol outside the city to maintain order."

"Just now, a junior brother came to report that someone had thrown down the horse and used their lightness skill to leave. We were worried that someone might cause trouble and start another dispute, so we stayed here to watch over it. Now that Brother Zhao has arrived, let's return the horse to its rightful owner."

After saying that, he turned around and instructed his junior brother behind him, "Bring the horse over here."

A disciple from Hengshan responded and stepped forward, leading the horse to Zhao Yu.

Mi Weiyi's gaze fell on Linghu Chong. When he saw the injury on his leg, he frowned slightly and secretly felt relieved.

Fortunately, the master was thoughtful and sent them out to patrol; otherwise, if someone had caused trouble here, things would have been quite messy.

Zhao Yu took the reins and nodded: "Liu Zhengfeng is a thoughtful person, and the disciples he has taught are quite good."

These words left a bitter taste in Mi Weiyi's mouth.

Zhao Yu's tone was too casual, as if an elder were evaluating a junior, and he did not show the respect he should have for his master.

He frowned slightly, but did not want to cause any more trouble, and simply replied, "Brother Zhao, you flatter us. Now that the horse has been returned to you, we will take our leave and continue our patrol."

After saying that, he was about to leave with his fellow disciples.

"Wait a minute," Zhao Yu called out to him.

Mi Weiyi stopped in his tracks: "Brother Zhao, is there anything else?"

Zhao Yu stepped aside, pushing Yi Lin forward from behind: "This is Yi Lin, the young master of the Hengshan Sect, and this is Linghu Chong, the young hero of the Huashan Sect. They encountered Tian Boguang in the mountains, and young hero Linghu was injured. Since your Five Mountains Sword Sects are all of one mind, please trouble young hero Mi to escort them into the city."

"Young master..."

Yilin looked up at Zhao Yu, feeling somewhat reluctant to part.

Zhao Yu waved goodbye, saying, "I have some things to take care of, so I won't be going into the city with you. Until we meet again."

Having said that, he mounted his horse, gently spurred it, and galloped off toward Hengshan City.

Yilin stood there, watching Zhao Yu's figure gradually disappear at the end of the road, her gaze lingering for a long time.

"Junior Sister Yilin?" Mi Weiyi asked, "Are you alright?"

Yilin then came to her senses and quickly shook her head: "I'm fine, thank you, Senior Brother Mi."

Mi Weiyi nodded, then looked at Linghu Chong: "Senior Brother Linghu, your leg injury is serious. Let's hurry into the city to find a doctor."

Linghu Chong gave a wry smile and nodded.

He looked in the direction Zhao Yu had left, his heart filled with mixed feelings. This man had taught him a lesson today.

Mi Weiyi helped Linghu Chong onto his horse, while he himself held the reins and walked alongside Yilin.

The group headed towards Hengshan City.

On the way, Yilin kept looking back, but the official road was empty, and she could no longer see that person's figure.