Simultaneous Transmigration: From Japanese Anime to American Comics

Stepping forward, Bao Xiruo looked Wanyan Honglie directly in the eyes and declared, "Prince Zhao, I am grateful for your kindness these past eighteen years, but if you try to tear us apart, I will not comply, even unto death."

Wanyan Honglie's expression darkened. "My patience has its limits. Keep this up, and everyone here will die with you!"

Chu Yang replied sarcastically, "Everyone?"

Wanyan Honglie's eyelids twitched. He had forgotten about this troublemaker.

Wanyan Honglie forced a smile, "Of course, Mr. Chu is excluded. However, since you've found your lady friend, would you kindly leave? This is my family's business."

The mention of "lady friend" made Huang Rong's cheeks flush red.

Chu Yang grinned, "What? Is taking my time a crime?"

Wanyan Honglie felt on the brink of a heart attack. Deciding not to respond further, he ordered the Jin soldiers to surround Yang Tiexin and his family.

As the soldiers swarmed, they instinctively avoided Chu Yang, as if encountering an immovable rock.

"Kang'er, even if you aren't my flesh and blood, as long as I acknowledge you, you will remain the Jin Kingdom's young prince, Wanyan Kang!"

Mounting his horse, Wanyan Honglie commanded, "Kang'er, bring your mother back!"

Wanyan Kang was visibly encouraged, his resolve reignited. What hurt him most was the thought of losing his status as Wanyan Honglie's son.

As more soldiers gathered, Yang Tiexin raised his spear to shield his wife and daughter.

"Kang'er!" Yang Tiexin called out, trying to stir his son's conscience.

However, this only fueled Wanyan Kang's anger, and he attacked. The two soon found themselves locked in a fierce father-son battle, causing Bao Xiruo anguish.

Knowing Yang Tiexin couldn't match Wanyan Kang's skill, Chu Yang chose not to intervene, but Guo Jing couldn't hold back any longer.

"What are you doing?" Chu Yang shot him a look.

"Brother Chu, Uncle Yang might have been friends with my parents. I can't stand by."

Guo Jing, though simple-minded, remembered his mother Li Ping mentioning the connection between the Guo and Yang families, which was part of his reason for coming to the Central Plains to challenge Wanyan Kang.

Chu Yang nodded. "Go ahead. If anything happens, I'll handle your remains."

Guo Jing cupped his fists. "Thank you, Brother Chu!"

Chu Yang was taken aback. "Thanks? For that?"

With that, Guo Jing leapt into the fray but, lacking experience, was quickly beaten back, coughing up blood.

Huang Rong whispered to Chu Yang, "When will you step in? Any more delay, and things will get out of hand."

Chu Yang asked curiously, "Why assume I'll help?"

Huang Rong scoffed, "Come on, who doesn't know you're the good Samaritan here? You've even fattened up all the beggars in town!"

Chu Yang said, "Goodwill and principles are two different things. My principle is that one should never go back on their word."

As he spoke, Yang Tiexin and Guo Jing were subdued by Wanyan Kang, but their lives were not in danger.

At the crucial moment, he still couldn't bring himself to harm the man who might be his biological father.

Bao Xiruo breathed a sigh of relief.

But in the next moment, Wanyan Kang grabbed her hand, forcibly dragging her toward Wanyan Honglie.

Yang Tiexin's heart-wrenching shouts and Bao Xiruo's tear-streaked face couldn't move Wanyan Kang's stone-cold heart.

Just as Wanyan Honglie was triumphantly preparing to take Bao Xiruo away—

Chu Yang suddenly spoke up, "May I ask Prince Zhao if our agreement has now been settled?"

Wanyan Honglie laughed heartily, "I have taken my wife and child; our agreement is fulfilled, completely settled."

Huang Rong seemed to have anticipated what Chu Yang wanted to say and suddenly giggled.

"Well, since we're settled, what I'm about to do next has nothing to do with our previous deal." Chu Yang smiled slightly.

A sense of dread flickered in Wanyan Honglie's mind.

Chu Yang dusted off his sleeves, looking perfectly courteous, and then spoke.

"Stand and deliver! Hand over your wife and child!"

The dignified prince of the Jin Empire was repeatedly mocked by an unknown scholar. Despite Wanyan Honglie's usual patience and restraint, he was now seething with anger.

"This is intolerable! I have shown respect, thinking you a talented individual, and thus held back repeatedly. Have you forgotten that this is Yanjing City, the heart of Jin?"

With a furious shout, Wanyan Honglie ordered a swarm of Jin soldiers, surrounding Chu Yang and the others completely.

Unlike the close-combat soldiers before, Wanyan Honglie had brought in a mix of archers at the rear and a vanguard unit made up of sword-shield and spear-wielding soldiers.

This was the most common battlefield formation.

The sheer number of Jin soldiers caused the recently laughing Huang Rong to tense up. She held tightly onto Chu Yang's arm and whispered, "Little Chu, are you really confident in dealing with them?"

Chu Yang rolled his eyes and said irritably, "Afraid now, are you? You were laughing the loudest just a moment ago."

Huang Rong, displeased with Chu Yang's attitude, pouted and glared at him.

Yang Tiexin, Mu Nianci, and Guo Jing quickly moved to Chu Yang's side.

Seeing his targets gathering together, Wanyan Honglie skipped testing Chu Yang's strength with close combat and decisively ordered, "Loose the arrows!"

A flash of admiration appeared in Chu Yang's eyes. This man was indeed a seasoned warrior, leaving no opening, opting for the most secure way to end this battle.

The archers fired in unison.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Dark arrows filled the sky like a torrential rain.

Upon seeing this, Bao Xiruo, seated on Wanyan Honglie's horse, fainted from crying.

Wanyan Kang mounted his horse, but kept his head low, unable to watch the arrows falling. He sneaked a glance at Yang Tiexin, his hands trembling as he held the reins, his face pale.

The sound of arrows slicing through the air reached Huang Rong's ears, and it was now too late for her to use her agility skills to flee. She could only close her eyes, clutching Chu Yang's clothing tightly.

Yang Tiexin, Mu Nianci, and Guo Jing also wore expressions of despair, their bodies trembling involuntarily.

Yang Tiexin cast one last, heartfelt look at Bao Xiruo.

Everyone believed that Chu Yang and his companions would surely die.

At the final moment, Wanyan Honglie suddenly saw Chu Yang press his palms together and clap lightly. Instantly, thick tree vines rose from the ground.

These trees formed a solid defensive barrier, successfully blocking the arrows that rained down like a curtain.

Everyone was unharmed.

After a brief moment of shock, Yang Tiexin and the others' expressions shifted from despair to pure joy!

At the same time, Wanyan Honglie and the nearly ten thousand elite Jin soldiers shared the same look of utter horror!

Wanyan Honglie shouted, "This isn't martial arts; it's witchcraft! This man… he's a demon!"

Wanyan Kang, scared out of his wits, fell off his horse, landing heavily on the ground.

Ouyang Ke's face went pale, his legs weak. Any thoughts he'd had of asking his uncle Ouyang Feng to help him get revenge were now gone.

Forget it!

All he wanted was to run away and never encounter Chu Yang again in his life!

The unknown is the most terrifying, especially when witnessing abilities akin to miracles. For these ancient people, this was a nearly devastating blow to their psyche.

Most of the Jin soldiers instantly lost their will to fight, instinctively retreating, gazing at Chu Yang with reverence.

Whether the scholar before them was a demon or an immortal, one thing was certain: he was no ordinary human.

If he wasn't an ordinary human, then how could mere mortals hope to defeat him?

This was the collective thought running through the minds of most Jin soldiers.

Chu Yang glanced at Huang Rong, who was holding onto him for dear life, and couldn't resist teasing, "Wake up! Open your eyes. We've arrived in the underworld!"

At the mention of the underworld, Huang Rong's face went pale as she hurriedly opened her eyes, looking at Chu Yang and asking, "Already? I didn't even feel a thing."

Chu Yang asked curiously, "What feeling were you hoping for? The agony of a thousand arrows piercing your heart?"

The phrase "thousand arrows piercing the heart" sent shivers down Huang Rong's spine.

She suddenly felt as if countless thumb-sized holes had been pierced all over her body.

Pouting, her eyes filled with tears, she whimpered, "I'm only 15. There are still so many fun things, delicious foods, and beautiful sights I haven't even had a chance to enjoy."

Chu Yang patted her head comfortingly, "It's okay, just remember to try them in your next life."

Unable to hold back, Huang Rong burst into sobs.

Chu Yang couldn't stop grinning.

"Miss Huang, Brother Chu was just kidding. We're all still alive."

"Huh?"

Huang Rong stopped, looked around, and finally realized she'd been fooled by Chu Yang. She had been so nervous that she'd fallen for such a simple trick.

Huang Rong, who prided herself on her wit, never imagined she'd be so easily duped.

She immediately shot a furious glare at Chu Yang.

Not wanting to incur her wrath, Chu Yang quickly turned away and slowly walked toward Wanyan Honglie.

With each step Chu Yang took, the army in front of him retreated in unison.

Wanyan Honglie knew he couldn't keep retreating, so he forced himself to say, "Mr. Chu, our conflict stems from your female companion, but I didn't force her into my manor. Why do you continue to press me?"

Ouyang Ke cursed inwardly. Wanyan Honglie's words were clearly meant to push him under the bus.

Without hesitation, he leaped onto a rooftop, fleeing with his agility skills.

"Brother Chu, catch him! He's the one who poisoned me!"

Forgetting her anger, Huang Rong anxiously reminded Chu Yang.

If it were ordinary poison, Huang Rong could cure herself, but Ouyang Ke had used a special poison concocted by the Western Venom Ouyang Feng, and only he had the antidote.

Hearing this, Chu Yang soared into the air.

Ouyang Ke's agility skills were impressive, personally taught by Ouyang Feng, and even Wanyan Honglie had been awed by them.

But compared to Chu Yang, he was as slow as a drifting balloon.

With a "whoosh," Chu Yang flew past Ouyang Ke like a fully fueled fighter jet.

"What just flew by?"

Ouyang Ke was dazed.

Before he could react, Chu Yang kicked him off the rooftop, and everyone nearby heard the clear sound of his bones cracking upon landing.

The excruciating pain from his waist nearly caused Ouyang Ke to lose consciousness.

Gradually, his lower body began to go numb.

Huang Rong approached and scolded, "Ouyang Ke, hand over the antidote!"

Ouyang Ke didn't dare delay, hastily pulling out a bottle of pills and handing it to Huang Rong.

After taking it, Huang Rong immediately delivered a hard kick to Ouyang Ke's waist.

"I told you I'd give you a kick!"