Chapter 101 Day 23 of Transmigrating into a Wuxia Novel

Chapter 101: The 23rd Day of Being Transmigrated into a Martial Arts Novel

Just then, An Yi's ear twitched almost imperceptibly.

Voices from the comment section rang out:

"The forces from the various major sects are still gathering in an endless stream!"

"Hasn't Yan Yu returned to the Skyward Sect long ago? Didn't he say that An Yi isn't dead? So why hasn't it made any difference?"

"What good would that do? The major sects have mobilized in full force. Do you think they'd back down just because of his words?"

"Exactly. The Fuyi Sect is a fat piece of meat—who wouldn't want a bite?"

"Laughing my head off. He spoke up for An Yi and got beaten by his master. (LOL)"

"Skyward Sect, Azure Cloud Sect, Falling Blossom Sect... so many people have reached the periphery of the Fuyi Sect already!"

"The Fuyi Sect must be getting antsy too, recalling everyone back!"

"Tsk tsk, a great battle is about to break out!"

"I wonder if An Yi will go back?"

"Go back and die?"

"Die? How could that be? Haven't you figured it out yet? In this novel, everyone else trains in martial arts, but An Yi—he's a cultivator of immortality!!"

"Earthbound immortal realm, look it up!!"

"..."

"Yan Yu has brought back the news that I am not dead," An Yi said suddenly.

Ling Fengyao was startled, not knowing how An Yi knew this, but he didn't ask. Instead, he caught on smoothly and responded, "Judging by the recent news in the jianghu, these sects are determined to besiege the Fuyi Sect?"

"The arrow is on the string—it must fly," An Yi commented.

Since An Yi wasn't dead, the major sects weren't unaware; they simply chose to ignore it. The situation of a full-scale siege had already taken shape. And indeed, the Fuyi Sect was frantically recalling its members from outside, seemingly preparing to hold their ground to the death.

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The matter of the Canal Gang did not cause much of a stir.

Using the grave robbers' coded signals, Ling Fengyao quickly tracked down the target—a batch of funerary goods just unearthed from a nearby marquis's tomb of the former dynasty, secretly stored in the most hidden warehouse of the Canal Gang's Gusu branch, guarded by heavy guards.

That night, the moon was dark and the wind high.

Ling Fengyao and An Yi, like two wraiths merging into the night, silently infiltrated the heavily guarded warehouse for an inspection.

Inside, there was indeed a batch of freshly unearthed funerary goods.

Besides a pile of rusted bronze vessels and broken pottery figurines, there were also many valuable items.

The two looked around and then left, heading straight for the Canal Gang branch leader's room, which they had already scouted, entering as if no one were there.

The branch leader was knocked out by their sleeping drug, lying limp on the bed like dead weight.

In a hidden compartment, an inconspicuous ebony box caught An Yi's attention.

He touched it lightly with his fingertip, and his special ability gently released, causing the intricate mechanism lock on the box to instantly freeze with frost and shatter.

Opening the box, it contained not gold, silver, or jewels, but a roll of extremely thin yet tough leather scroll, soaked in a special herbal solution.

Unfurling the scroll revealed dense ancient characters and complex diagrams. The content was so profound and esoteric that it far surpassed the maddened notes of Heroine Liu's manual and was connected end to end, seamlessly to the incomplete scroll in An Yi's possession—both in spirit and in continuity!

It was the lower volume of the *Youhuan Shu*!

Ling Fengyao came over and saw An Yi holding the leather scroll, his expression focused.

Moonlight spilled through the high window of the warehouse, illuminating one side of his face and the mysterious characters on the scroll.

"Found it?" Ling Fengyao's eyes lit up as he quickly approached, his gaze burning as he looked at the scroll. In just a few moments, he was captivated by the exquisite techniques described within, clicking his tongue in amazement:

"Truly extraordinary! Much more systematic than that incomplete scroll, but also... far more perilous."

He looked up at An Yi, his almond-shaped eyes flickering with a mix of excitement and gravity. "Ayi, now that you've obtained this lower volume, according to what it says, the most crucial general outline, core mental techniques, and the method to resolve its malice backlash are all within this scroll."

"But if we only have the middle and lower volumes, without the first, it's still a wrong path, with immense hidden dangers."

An Yi slowly rolled up the scroll and tucked it into his sleeve, smiling. "The first volume is in the Fuyi Sect."

It wasn't a question, but a statement.

He had already sensed that the *Heart Erosion Art* and the two scrolls in his hand shared the same lineage, flowing together seamlessly. But the *Heart Erosion Art* wasn't the original; it was merely born from a fragment of the *Youhuan Shu*. If so, then the fragment from which the *Heart Erosion Art* originated should be the first volume.

Link them, and wouldn't that give us the complete scroll?

Ling Fengyao clapped his hands and laughed. "Perfect! Those so-called righteous sects are about to put on a grand show at the Fuyi Sect, aren't they? Let's head back now! We'll retrieve the secret manual and watch the spectacle—what could be better?"

His tone was light, as if they weren't heading to a den of tigers and dragons or a battlefield between good and evil, but to a long-awaited temple fair.

He leaned in close to An Yi, winking with a hint of mischief. "Maybe we'll even get to clear the name of our Young Master An! Let those blind idiots see who the real immortal is!"

An Yi cast him a faint glance. "Just an empty title."

"Yes, yes, our Ayi doesn't chase after empty fame."

Ling Fengyao nodded agreeably, his smile growing even brighter. "Then think of it as coming with me to see the show? I've never witnessed the grand scene of all the major sects besieging the demon sect's headquarters—it's bound to be spectacular!"

His words were half-truth, half-joke. Watching the show was genuine, but more than that, he was worried about An Yi.

The situation inside the Fuyi Sect was unclear, with enemies encircling from without. How could he let An Yi face it alone?

Besides, that Ayi before had been hidden away by the Fuyi Sect for so long, and with such formidable martial arts, he never fought back—perhaps there was some sneaky method they used to control him.

An Yi had no idea what Ling Fengyao was thinking. If he did, he'd probably pick him up and shake him upside down to see if he could dump the water from his brain.

When would he ever give up that twin substitute theory?!

An Yi just smiled and said, "Whatever you say."

That was consent.

Ling Fengyao chuckled, arms crossed. "Then let's set off now? We might still catch the opening act!"

Without further delay, the two slipped away from the Canal Gang, as silently as they had come.

Back at the inn, they quickly packed their things. While the night still held, they left Gusu city, heading westward at full speed on horseback, straight for the Fuyi Sect's headquarters in the Western Regions.

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The closer they got to the Western Regions, the tenser the atmosphere became.

The number of martial artists on the road had visibly increased, most of them hurrying along, armed with swords and blades, all heading in the direction of the mountains where the Fuyi Sect was located.

There was an oppressive sense of an impending storm in the air.

Yet Ling Fengyao seemed completely oblivious to the tension, remaining as carefree as ever as he rode his spirited black steed, Blackwind, side by side with An Yi's white horse.

His peach-blossom eyes scanned the passersby with keen interest, and from time to time he would lean over to whisper a few remarks to An Yi, who remained silent beside him, sharing gossip he'd heard somewhere, his tone as light as if he were listening to a storyteller at a tea shop.

"Tsk, the elderly Daoist nuns from Azure Cloud Sect have come too? They've really gone all out."

"Oh? The 'Ruthless Beauty' from the Falling Blossom Sect is here too? This is going to be a great show."

"Ayi, guess who they'll choose as the alliance leader this time? I think that old monk from Shaolin who’s been in closed-door cultivation until he’s gone daft from seclusion is a risky bet..."

An Yi: ...

What a motormouth – so annoying.