Simultaneous Transmigration: The Re-merging of 99 Selves

Chapter 128 Manifestation

Zhu Houcong led Yan Song to sit down on a stone bench.

"Yan Qing, I know you still have doubts. But it's alright, once you see the real person's methods, you will naturally believe it."

"Yes, Your Majesty, I shall wait and see."

Yan Song quickly replied, but his eyes remained fixed on Zhao Yu, wanting to see what tricks he was up to.

Zhao Yu stood in front of the grain pile, closed his eyes, and muttered incantations.

After a moment, Zhao Yu suddenly opened his eyes, flicked his right hand, and his wide sleeves drew an arc in the air.

With that wave of his sleeve, a shocking scene unfolded.

The mountain of grain, taller than a person, began to disappear little by little in full view of everyone.

First came the top few bags of rice, then the wheat below, and in the blink of an eye, the entire mountain of grain vanished without a trace.

All that remained was a clean expanse of blue bricks, not a single grain of food left behind.

"This...this..."

Yan Song took a few steps forward abruptly, rubbed his eyes, but the scene before him remained unchanged.

He had seen many magic tricks in his life, but those tricks either had mechanisms or used illusions, and he could always see through them.

But what just happened was definitely not a trick.

Thousands of kilograms of grain vanished into thin air without leaving a trace.

This is simply beyond human capability.

Could it be... that there really are gods in this world?

For the first time, such a thought arose in Yan Song's mind.

"Hahaha! Good, good magic!"

Zhu Houcong, however, burst into laughter, exclaiming excitedly, "The Master is indeed profound in Taoist arts! I did not misjudge him!"

Zhao Yu turned around and nodded slightly to Zhu Houcong: "Your Majesty flatters me. I have fulfilled my mission and offered this grain to Heaven. Heaven has felt Your Majesty's sincerity, and Your Majesty's illness should be relieved for a few days."

Zhu Houcong was overjoyed and quickly asked, "Then, Master, when will my illness be completely cured?"

"Your Majesty, the grain we just provided is merely a drop in the ocean. To eradicate this problem completely, we need far more. At the very least, we must demonstrate Your Majesty's sincerity to all the people of the land."

Zhu Houcong nodded, then turned to look at Yan Song, who was still in a daze: "Minister Yan, did you hear that? My safety, and the fate of the Ming Dynasty, depend entirely on you, my ministers."

Yan Song shuddered, quickly regaining his composure, and bowed, saying, "Your Majesty, I obey your decree. I will arrange this matter immediately after I leave."

He knew in his heart that he had no choice but to believe it now.

Zhao Yu's demonstration had completely won him over.

Since this Master Qingxuan is truly capable, the Emperor's orders must be carried out without fail.

Moreover, this wasn't all bad for him.

Anyway, what the emperor wanted was grain, and the Yan family had plenty of gold and silver treasures, but not much grain.

This is a good opportunity to make those upright officials who usually oppose me bleed a little more.

If anyone dares to disobey, they can be accused of disloyalty to the emperor and suppressed.

Of course, he himself would definitely take the lead and contribute more.

After all, this bloodshed is necessary to maintain the Emperor's favor.

"Good." Zhu Houcong nodded in satisfaction. "I'll leave this matter to Yan Qing. Make sure it's done as soon as possible."

"I obey your decree."

Zhu Houcong waved his hand: "Alright, Minister Yan, you may leave now. I still need to discuss Taoist practices with the Master."

"Yes, Your Majesty, I shall take my leave."

Yan Song bowed to Zhu Houcong, nodded to Zhao Yu, and then turned and left the back garden.

After seeing Yan Song off, Zhu Houcong roused himself: "Master, you've worked hard today. Come, follow me to the study. I still have many questions about Taoist arts that I'd like to ask you."

"Your Majesty is too kind. It is my honor to be able to share Your Majesty's burdens."

Zhao Yu readily complied, intending to use the Soul Transfer Technique to influence Zhu Houcong once more, ensuring he wouldn't go back on his word.

As for the grain, Zhao Yu certainly didn't know any method of offering it; that was just a trick he played using the chaotic space between the two worlds.

Zhao Yu hadn't yet tested whether that chaotic space could hold living things, but it was certainly enough to hold inanimate objects.

Zhao Yu used this method to make thousands of kilograms of grain disappear, and later he would rely on this trick to send the grain back to the Southern Song Dynasty.

After spending more than two hours chatting with Zhu Houcong about Taoist principles in the study, Zhao Yu felt his mouth was dry.

Zhu Houcong's obsession with Taoist cultivation far exceeded his imagination.

All sorts of tricky and bizarre questions kept popping up, and if he hadn't integrated the memories of two lifetimes and had some knowledge of Taoist classics, he really wouldn't have been able to handle them.

After waiting for Zhu Houcong to show signs of fatigue, Zhao Yu quickly made an excuse that His Majesty needed to rest, and was thus able to leave.

Back at his residence in the Wanshou Palace, Zhao Yu closed the door, let out a long sigh, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Phew, this guy is really tough to deal with. It's even more tiring than fighting Dongfang Bubai," Zhao Yu complained.

"Oh, judging from your expression, does that mean the old emperor still doesn't completely obey you?"

A sweet, delicate female voice suddenly came from the roof beam.

Zhao Yu remained expressionless and looked up to see Lan Fenghuang sitting on the roof beam, swinging her beautiful legs and smiling at him.

He had already noticed someone inside and knew it was Lan Fenghuang, which was why he wasn't on guard.

"What are you doing standing on the roof beam? There are no guards in this house, do you need to be so careful?"

"You think it's that easy to sneak into the palace?" Lan Fenghuang leaped down from the roof beam. "If I hadn't come here with you before and become familiar with the terrain, I would have been discovered by those patrolling guards long ago."

As she spoke, she put her hands behind her back and began to look around Zhao Yu's residence.

Wanshou Palace is one of the best palaces in Xiyuan Garden, with carved beams and painted rafters, and is decorated very elegantly.

"Tsk tsk, your place is quite nice." Lan Fenghuang curled her lip. "Unlike me, I can only stay in those small, shabby inns outside, eating simple meals every day. You, on the other hand, eat and drink well in the palace, and have people serving you."

Zhao Yu shook his head speechlessly, walked to the table, and poured himself a cup of tea: "Why don't you move in too? There's plenty of room here anyway."

Lan Fenghuang's eyes lit up, and she immediately moved closer to Zhao Yu, her breath sweet as orchids: "A lone man and woman, alone in a room, my lord, what do you intend to do to me?"

Her soft, delicate body pressed close, carrying a uniquely feminine fragrance.

Zhao Yu felt his heart race and said somewhat awkwardly, "Never mind, never mind, just pretend I didn't say anything."

"Tch, coward." Lan Fenghuang curled her lip and wrinkled her nose at Zhao Yu's back.

She sat down to the side and asked, "Speaking of which, you went to all this trouble, having me use witchcraft and pretend to be a ghost to get into the palace. What exactly are you trying to do? Could it really be for the grain? Even if the emperor gives it to you, how much can you take away? Are you some kind of deity?"

Zhao Yu turned to look at her: "Want to know?"

"Nonsense!" Lan Fenghuang rolled her eyes at him.

"But it's not the right time yet. I'll tell you when the time is right."

"Tch, fine, don't tell me then, who cares?"

Lan Fenghuang waved her hand, pretending not to care at all.

However, she became even more curious.