Simultaneous Transmigration: From Japanese Anime to American Comics

The advancing Jin soldiers froze in place, as if someone had hit a pause button.

Nearly a thousand soldiers stood motionless, an eerie silence falling over them.

The unsettling scene made Wanyan Kang's scalp tingle as goosebumps covered his body.

Thud!!!

A Jin soldier closest to Chu Yang suddenly collapsed, landing heavily on the ground. Then, like a row of dominos, the other Jin soldiers began falling one after another.

An entire area of Jin soldiers lay strewn across the ground, creating a striking scene!

Witnessing this, Wanyan Kang's mouth hung open, a suffocating fear washing over him.

The power Chu Yang displayed was beyond anything Wanyan Kang could comprehend.

Not only was Wanyan Kang terrified, but so were Master Lingzhi and Liang Ziweng, who had been relentlessly attacking Yang Tiexin. Overwhelmed by shock, they became unfocused.

Yang Tiexin, though heavily wounded, seized the opportunity, thrusting his spear twice, each strike finding its mark!

Both Master Lingzhi and Liang Ziweng let out agonized screams as they collapsed to the ground.

Seeing the Jin soldiers unconscious around her, along with her father's desperate counterattack, Mu Nianci stood in shock.

Could it be that heaven had answered her prayers?

Chu Yang slowly walked toward Wanyan Kang, and as he passed Mu Nianci, she belatedly asked, "Did you do all this?"

Chu Yang nodded, then paused, taking in the sight of the pretty girl in red.

The martial arts competition... Wanyan Kang also appeared.

So, this girl should be Mu Nianci.

Caught under Chu Yang's steady gaze, Mu Nianci began to blush, her fair face tinged with a shy red as she lowered her eyes, avoiding his gaze.

"Miss Mu, shouldn't you go check on your father?"

Watching Mu Nianci fidget in front of him, Chu Yang couldn't help but ask in confusion.

Mu Nianci let out a startled gasp, her face growing even redder as she turned and hurried to Yang Tiexin, who was sitting by the roadside like Master Lingzhi and Liang Ziweng due to his serious injuries.

Yet despite everything, Yang Tiexin's gaze remained fixed on the red sedan chair.

Supporting him, Mu Nianci asked worriedly about his injuries, but to her surprise, Yang Tiexin pushed her away.

"Nianci, don't mind me. Go and lift the curtain of that sedan chair. Let me see who's inside."

Mu Nianci looked at her father in confusion. Despite his serious wounds, why was he so focused on the occupant of that sedan chair?

"Quickly, go!"

Yang Tiexin shouted excitedly, only to cough up a mouthful of blood.

Startled, Mu Nianci dared not delay any longer and hurried over to the sedan chair.

Just then, Wanyan Kang stepped in her way, ready to make a move when a sudden pain shot through his wrist.

He looked up to find Chu Yang standing beside him, gripping his wrist firmly.

Wanyan Kang broke out in a cold sweat!

Recalling the earlier scene of being slammed to the ground, he dared not make a move.

Inside the sedan chair, Bao Xiruo, unaware of the events outside, sensed an unusual silence around her.

Feeling uneasy, she lifted the curtain slightly, poking her head out to softly call for Wanyan Kang.

"Kang'er, what's the situation?"

Bao Xiruo received no response; Wanyan Kang was in too much pain to speak.

Mu Nianci quickly reached the sedan chair, lifting the curtain to reveal the person inside.

She froze.

Inside sat an exceptionally beautiful woman, with a grace and charm that Mu Nianci had never seen before.

"So beautiful…"

Her mind filled with this one thought.

What is the connection between this woman and my father? Why does he insist on seeing her face?

Mu Nianci turned to look at Yang Tiexin.

Straining his neck, Yang Tiexin tried to clearly see the person inside the sedan chair.

That face was almost identical to the one from eighteen years ago, as if time had left no trace on her.

Yang Tiexin was mesmerized, tears involuntarily streaming down his face.

"Xiruo…"

The middle-aged man's voice was soft, unclear if due to his injuries or a sense of unworthiness, preventing him from calling her name loudly.

Bao Xiruo's attire was luxurious and refined, her complexion youthful as if she were a maiden in her prime—clearly indicating she was now well-off.

In a daze, Yang Tiexin suddenly remembered that Bao Xiruo was now known as the Princess Consort among the Jin soldiers.

"She's a princess… How could she be a princess?"

Yang Tiexin muttered in despair, his spirit seeming utterly drained.

With the curtain fully open, Bao Xiruo took in the sight of the fallen Jin soldiers around her and her son restrained, visibly panicking.

Despite her fear, a mother's instinct compelled her to step hesitantly out of the sedan chair.

With a gentle tone, Bao Xiruo pleaded, "My son was reckless and offended you, sir. I humbly ask you to show mercy and forgive him. I apologize on his behalf."

Seeing his mother lowering herself to apologize stirred a sudden anger within Wanyan Kang.

Summoning courage from some unknown source, he shouted at Chu Yang, "Villain! If you have the guts, kill me! If I die here today, don't think you'll walk out of Yanjing alive."

"So, now you're acting tough?" Chu Yang mocked, stomping his foot lightly. Instantly, the stone slab beneath him shattered, leaving a three-foot-deep crater.

Wanyan Kang gasped, his reason conquering his rage as he lowered his head and said sincerely, "I'm sorry, I was wrong."

"Tsk, tsk." Chu Yang sneered at him, then released his wrist, pointing to Master Lingzhi and Liang Ziweng. "Weren't you headed back to the Zhao Prince's Mansion? They're down for the count now, so you might as well take them with you."

Wanyan Kang's eyes widened, both surprised and somewhat incredulous.

Chu Yang pointed to Bao Xiruo. "However, as compensation, she will stay."

Wanyan Kang's face went ashen.

Chu Yang patted his shoulder, remarking with deep meaning, "Your facial features are pale, and your heavenly spirit is darkened—a sign of a solitary star of misfortune..."

Gritting his teeth, Wanyan Kang replied, "Rest assured, I will bring your friend back unscathed."

Chu Yang smiled, "You've made similar promises twice before. Remember, three strikes and you're out."

Wanyan Kang nodded, leaned close to Bao Xiruo to whisper a few words, then left.

After Wanyan Kang disappeared from sight, Bao Xiruo began to discreetly observe the scholarly-looking man before her. She suddenly realized that Chu Yang's words might hold some truth.

The Zhao Prince's estate was currently teeming with a mix of people from the martial world—perhaps someone had indeed taken his friend. But why would such a formidable expert befriend a beggar? This thought puzzled her deeply.

Unbeknownst to her, Yang Tiexin stood nearby, staring longingly at her.

Chu Yang glanced at Yang Tiexin and shook his head in exasperation. He was a man, separated from his wife for eighteen years, and yet he couldn't muster a single word to reunite with her.

He had expected Yang Tiexin to immediately recognize and embrace his wife. But it seemed this man was too self-conscious to step forward.

"This spirit is nowhere near Wanyan Honglie's. Fortunately, Bao Xiruo is loyal and devoted. Otherwise, she would've abandoned you long ago," Chu Yang sighed.

Mu Nianci noticed her father's strange behavior. She could almost be certain there was some connection between him and this woman.

Seeing her father's hesitance, Mu Nianci took it upon herself to approach Bao Xiruo and ask, "Are you the Princess?"

Bao Xiruo looked at the young girl who had pulled her out of the sedan chair and nodded.

Mu Nianci added, "I think my father knows you."

Bao Xiruo asked curiously, "And who might your father be?"

Mu Nianci pointed towards Yang Tiexin in the distance. Bao Xiruo followed her gaze, seeing a middle-aged man with a worn, sorrowful face. After observing him for a while, she shook her head, "I don't know him; perhaps he's mistaken me for someone else."

Her soft voice struck Yang Tiexin like a thunderclap. He felt his world spinning.

Mu Nianci hadn't expected this response and suddenly found herself at a loss.

Unable to bear the situation any longer, Chu Yang walked up to Bao Xiruo and said, "That man's surname is Yang, given name Tiexin. You should know him."

Upon hearing those three words—Yang Tiexin—Bao Xiruo's body trembled violently!

She turned to look at the unfamiliar middle-aged man. His face was vastly different from the Yang Tiexin she remembered, almost unrecognizable.

"Impossible! Brother Tie has long since passed..."

Thinking of her husband, Bao Xiruo's emotions surged, her voice filled with determination, as she clung to her belief of the past eighteen years.

"Yang Tiexin is dead!"

But Chu Yang shattered her emotional walls with a single question.

"You say Yang Tiexin is dead, but have you ever seen his body?"

The casual question struck Bao Xiruo's heart like a sudden bolt of lightning.

"I... I never saw Brother Tie's body, but..." she trailed off, lifting her head to look at the middle-aged man. At the same time, Yang Tiexin gazed back at her with deep affection.

After Chu Yang's unexpected revelation, he no longer hid his feelings.

Though time and hardship had altered his appearance, the way he looked at her remained unchanged.

Feeling Yang Tiexin's gaze, Bao Xiruo's heart wavered completely. She asked, her voice trembling, "Are you really Brother Tie?"

Yang Tiexin struggled to stand but his body refused to cooperate.

Mu Nianci hurried to his side to support him.

Catching his breath, Yang Tiexin said, "Nianci, pick up my spear."

Obediently, Mu Nianci picked it up and handed it to him.

Though usually wielded with ease, the spear now felt immensely heavy in Yang Tiexin's weakened, blood-deprived hands.

He attempted to perform a move from the Yang family spear technique, but barely after the initial stance, the spear slipped from his grasp, clattering to the ground. He felt a wave of dizziness and almost lost his footing.

Mu Nianci rushed to steady him.

Seeing this, Bao Xiruo's heart tightened with an inexplicable pang of worry.

Chu Yang knew that Yang Tiexin's severe injuries were a result of his fierce battle with Lingzhi Shangren and Liang Ziweng.

Liang Ziweng was no weakling; even Guo Jing and Huang Rong together would have struggled against him before learning the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. Lingzhi Shangren was even more powerful.

To survive a fight with both these foes was a testament to Yang Tiexin's latent strength.

Chu Yang stepped beside Yang Tiexin, placing his hand on his shoulder and channeling a stream of healing energy into him.

Having served as "support" in many worlds, Chu Yang was well-practiced in this.

With a gentle warmth flowing through his body, Yang Tiexin's pain significantly subsided, and his expression relaxed.

A few seconds later, his complexion began to recover, his previously pale face turning healthy and red again. His drained vitality had been restored.

Although he still bore internal injuries, his energy had returned, leaving him in better shape than even before the battle.

Standing by, Mu Nianci saw the color return to her father's face, and she was so moved that she could hardly speak.