Simultaneous Transmigration: From Japanese Anime to American Comics

Her cheeks flushed with jealousy, Huang Rong clenched her small fists in annoyance.

Just then, two figures launched themselves at Chu Yang—Peng Lianhu and Sha Tongtian!

They didn't believe Wanyan Kang's claim about Chu Yang's prowess. Peng Lianhu wielded a pair of steel judge pens, while Sha Tongtian's weapon was a gleaming black iron oar. Both weapons were quite distinctive.

Attacking in unison, Peng Lianhu aimed his judge pens at Chu Yang's lower body while Sha Tongtian swung his iron oar toward Chu Yang's neck.

"Calling themselves 'Thousand-Handed Executioner' and 'Dragon King of the Underworld'... they're really just thieves in fancy titles," Chu Yang sneered. His Observation Haki had already predicted their moves. Grabbing both the iron oar and the judge pens, he applied a bit of force, snapping the renowned weapons with ease.

Then, with a single kick each, he sent Peng Lianhu and Sha Tongtian sprawling at Wanyan Honglie's horse.

Their chests shattered, both coughed up blood, barely clinging to life.

In a single exchange, Chu Yang had gravely injured two of Zhao Palace's "top five" experts.

Looking at the dying Peng Lianhu and Sha Tongtian, Wanyan Honglie's heart raced in shock. This man really was a master!

He took a deep breath, cupping his hands and asking, "May I ask for your honored name?"

With a calm expression, Chu Yang replied, "My surname is Chu."

Wanyan Honglie racked his brain, trying to recall a notable expert surnamed Chu. A person of such caliber couldn't possibly be unknown.

Unable to figure it out, he eagerly lowered his stance, dismounting and walking past his guards, asking loudly, "Where might Mr. Chu be employed?"

Chu Yang casually replied, "The 358th Regiment…"

"What?" Wanyan Honglie was baffled, never having heard of any "358th Regiment."

Huang Rong stifled a laugh, immediately catching on that Chu Yang was toying with the prince, her giggles especially conspicuous in the silence of the troops.

Chu Yang heard the laughter and recognized it as Little Huang's voice. He'd once told her this joke when they were in a small Southern Song city, and she'd loved the line, "The brave win in a close fight."

Realizing she was present, Chu Yang felt relieved, grateful he hadn't caused all this commotion for nothing.

"Prince Zhao, you keep insisting there's no other outsider in your residence, but just now, I distinctly heard a friend's laughter."

"You're a prince—why lie at your age?"

Chu Yang's mocking gaze bore into Wanyan Honglie.

Wanyan Honglie coughed, chagrined, and signaled to Ouyang Ke to release Huang Rong.

Ouyang Ke felt uneasy; although confident against other experts, he couldn't rival Chu Yang's swift defeat of Peng Lianhu and Sha Tongtian.

With Master Lingzhi and Liang Ziweng already gone, Zhao Palace's "top five" now consisted only of him.

Urban warfare left no room for military advantage, and with no experts to assist, Ouyang Ke feared Chu Yang could actually hold his own against the soldiers.

"Retreat for now. When my uncle arrives, he'll handle this scholar," he thought to himself, all while Huang Rong stepped out of the formation. Even if Ouyang Ke reacted, he didn't dare to stop her.

After a moment, Chu Yang was surprised to see not a street urchin, but a charming, familiar-looking young girl.

"What the…!"

Gasping, he pointed at Wanyan Honglie and cursed, "You sick old pervert! Making my friend dress as a girl? Brother, I'm sorry for coming late. They didn't do anything weird to you, did they?"

Mortified, Wanyan Honglie's face turned beet red.

Huang Rong stomped in frustration, regretting her past prank that had Chu Yang convinced she was a gender-bending friend.

But Chu Yang, who'd seen too many convincing cosplays, subconsciously took her for a cross-dressing boy.

"I'm a girl!" Huang Rong shouted in embarrassment.

"Hey, I don't judge—" Chu Yang paused, then asked, "Biologically, or… psychologically?"

Only Huang Rong understood his question, her face crimson as she gritted out, "Biologically."

Now it was Chu Yang's turn to be caught off guard.

He opened his mouth, searching for something to ease the awkwardness.

Just moments ago, they'd been calling each other "brother," but now it was "sister"—the switch was too sudden.

This all seemed oddly familiar, like a plot he'd seen before.

Huang Rong pushed Guo Jing forward, whispering, "Why are you standing there? Walk with me, or do you want to go back to the prince's dungeons?"

Guo Jing, dazed, followed her over to Chu Yang.

Despite her earlier irritation, Huang Rong naturally stood close to Chu Yang, though he subtly inched away.

Huang Rong's sharp eyes noticed this, her adorable expression turning livid. "What's your deal, Chu?!" she snapped.

Chu Yang hesitated. "You're too close. It feels… strange."

Her voice laced with frustration, Huang Rong listed, "Back in the Southern Song, you'd sling your arm over my shoulder, pat my head, pinch my cheek, clasp my neck, tap my… and now you say it feels strange?"

"That was different! You were my brother back then," Chu Yang replied righteously.

Huang Rong looked at him coldly. "Now what?"

Chu Yang responded sincerely, "We're all sisters, aren't we?"

Huang Rong glared at Chu Yang with a murderous look, sizing him up from head to toe. Chu Yang gave an awkward cough, slapped his right hand with his left, and scolded himself, "Look at you being mischievous—see where it got you now!"

Huang Rong sighed lightly, suddenly feeling a headache coming on.

"But, speaking of which, why did you bring him back?" Chu Yang pointed at the dazed Guo Jing.

"Ouyang Ke looked at Guo Jing strangely earlier. If he goes back alone, something's bound to happen to him. I thought I'd save his life, a good deed to add to your blessings," Huang Rong replied.

Guo Jing?

Chu Yang was surprised as he looked at the fool who had nearly gotten him killed. So this guy was Guo Jing!

"He's really…"

Chu Yang was about to retort but paused, realizing that Guo Jing was indeed rather foolish.

Seeing that Chu Yang still seemed angry, Huang Rong put on a cute smile and spoke in a soft, sweet voice, "Oh, Big Brother Chu, I know this fool caused you trouble, but with your skills, dealing with someone like Hou Tonghai and the Four Demons of the Yellow River should be easy, right?"

"Just let bygones be bygones…"

Chu Yang quickly raised his hand, saying, "Wait, hold on, let me think this through."

Guo Jing, Hou Tonghai, the Four Demons of the Yellow River, and even a man disguised as a woman named Little Huang—it all seemed very familiar.

Chu Yang hesitated, "What's your full name?"

Huang Rong tilted her head and replied, "I'm Huang Rong. Haven't I told you?"

Chu Yang closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and sat up with a jolt, realizing that he had become Guo Jing! Damn it, I ended up playing Guo Jing's role in the plot. When I used to watch the TV show, I thought Guo Jing was brainless—how could he mistake such a beautiful girl as his buddy?

Now, the foolishness had somehow transferred to him…

Chu Yang and Huang Rong chatted animatedly, leaving Wanyan Honglie standing awkwardly before thousands of Jin soldiers. Growing increasingly embarrassed, Wanyan Honglie finally interrupted, "Mr. Chu, I've handed over the person you wanted. Now, can I have my wife and child back?"

Chu Yang nodded. "Prince Zhao, rest assured. I always keep my word."

Behind him, Yang Tiexin and his wife visibly trembled, their faces going pale as they looked at Chu Yang in disbelief.

Mu Nianci glared at Chu Yang in anger. Her adoptive parents had risked their lives to help him, and this was how he repaid them.

She spat, "Shameless villain!"

At her outburst, Huang Rong frowned and, baring her little tiger-like teeth, growled, "Watch your mouth, or I'll sew it shut!"

Mu Nianci snorted dismissively, ignoring Huang Rong.

Huang Rong narrowed her eyes, sizing up Mu Nianci, sensing a rivalry forming between them.

Meanwhile, Wanyan Honglie, having received Chu Yang's assurance, was elated and laughed heartily, "Mr. Chu, you are indeed a hero. A word from you is as binding as four horses."

Chu Yang nodded with satisfaction and turned to Huang Rong, grinning, "That old pervert may be twisted, but he has good judgment."

Wanyan Honglie: "..."

Huang Rong whispered, "Don't forget about his 'gold-trimmed manure bucket' fighters."

Chu Yang quickly straightened his expression. "Forget what I just said."

Wanyan Honglie's face twitched, breathing heavily. If he didn't leave soon, he might actually die of anger thanks to this Chu and that bratty Huang.

"Xiruo, bring Kang'er back. Let's pretend today never happened!" Wanyan Honglie urged with a pleading tone, hoping to bring his wife back.

But…

Bao Xiruo shook her head resolutely. At this point, she still didn't know that Wanyan Honglie was the architect of the massacre in Niujia Village eighteen years ago, so she felt some guilt toward him. After all, he had cherished her all these years, remaining monogamous, and treating Yang Kang as his own son, even though he knew Yang Kang wasn't his.

With an apologetic look, Bao Xiruo spoke softly, "My lord, you've always known that I longed for my husband who died eighteen years ago, and even built me a replica of Niujia Village in your palace. Now that I've found out my husband is still alive, I must go with him. I beg you to let us be."

Each word Bao Xiruo spoke was like a dagger to Wanyan Honglie's heart.

With eyes wide, Wanyan Honglie roared, "How can you be so sure he is your husband? Yang Tiexin died eighteen years ago!"

But Bao Xiruo, with a melancholy yet determined look, said, "He is my husband—I know every inch of him."

Hearing this, Wanyan Honglie was so furious that he spat a mouthful of blood and fell backward, with Ouyang Ke quickly supporting him.

Chu Yang looked at Bao Xiruo and marveled, "Now that's a fierce woman."

At this moment, Wanyan Kang finally snapped out of his daze and grabbed Bao Xiruo's arm. "I am the Jin Kingdom's young prince, and my father is Prince Zhao, Wanyan Honglie. I don't know any Yang Tiexin, nor am I called Yang Kang."

His tone grew colder. "Mother, you must have been deceived. How could someone who died eighteen years ago still be alive?"

Bao Xiruo looked at her son in shock; at that moment, he seemed like a stranger to her.

Wanyan Kang continued, oblivious to his mother's expression, until she suddenly slapped him across the face.

Smack!

Wanyan Kang covered his face, staring at his mother in disbelief. In all his life, she had never treated him so harshly.

Yang Tiexin and Wanyan Honglie were equally stunned. Knowing Bao Xiruo's gentle nature, they realized she must be furious to resort to this.

That slap left Wanyan Kang speechless.

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