Chapter 106: Tang Dynasty, Snowy World, and Classical Wuxia? (Request Monthly Votes!)

“Where is this place? Who are you?!”

Upon appearing, one of the three figures—a young man in blue training attire—recoiled violently, stepping back more than ten meters.

He scanned the surroundings, his gaze sharp as a hawk’s, lingering with suspicion and shock especially on the Fatebringer.

The other two reacted half a beat slower, but showed nearly identical caution.

Interestingly, though their appearances, builds, and ages differed, all three wore robes, training wear, or simple cloth garments.

Excluding the possibility of a film shoot, they must all originate from an ancient world styled after Huaxia.

“Fascinating. The newcomers this time are quite impressive.”

The Reincarnator Wu Xian watched this scene, his eyes filled with admiration; his words carried the unmistakable aura of the Master Space, deepening the newcomers’ astonishment.

“Newcomer? Is this… the Master Space?!”

“That can’t be right—I was reincarnated into the Snowy World. How could I end up in the Master Space? Could Infinite Terror and Snowy World share the same universe?”

“Wait a minute! That monkey over there—don’t tell me you’re from Huaguo Mountain!”

Though they harbored suspicions, after hearing the Reincarnator Wu Xian’s words, the three newcomers couldn’t help but imagine wildly, probing with questions.

In the end, the Fatebringer Wu Xian took the initiative, using the mysterious space’s properties to teleport instantly beside each of them and clapping a hand on their shoulders…

“F***——————!!!” x4

Four shouts of “F***” echoed abruptly through the mysterious space.

Yes, four—because when he slapped the last man’s shoulder, the Fatebringer Wu Xian himself showed an expression of utter shock, as if his stoic face had been healed.

“What’s going on?”

Seeing this, the Reincarnator Wu Xian grew curious. While the Fatebringer Wu Xian was dazed, he stepped forward and slapped him on the shoulder.

In an instant, three distinct lifetimes flashed before his mind like a revolving lantern.

As he had suspected, all three came from ancient Huaxia-style worlds—more precisely, wuxia worlds.

One boy in black robes hailed from the world of Twin Dragons of the Tang Dynasty.

Again, an orphan with no parents—he was raised from childhood by a killer organization under the Bu Tian Dao, one of the Two Sects and Six Paths of the Demon Cult, belonging to a subordinate branch of a subordinate branch.

Later, when the sect master Shi Zhi Xuan suffered a psychotic break, Bu Tian Dao became nominal in name only; Wu Xian’s third-rate killer guild soon collapsed under the White Path’s crackdown.

In the end, Wu Xian survived by feigning death using an accidental gain—the Turtle Breathing Art—and now ekes out a living as a bounty hunter, barely managing three meals a day.

Today afternoon, he received a contract issued by Shan Mei Xian, leader of the Dong Ming Sect, calling for martial artists to ambush and kill Bian Bu Fu, elder of the Yin Gui Sect.

She promised heavy rewards to all participants, regardless of success or failure.

Wu Xian originally had no intention of joining—he was merely average, barely second-rate. How could he stand against the destined holy emperor Bian Bu Fu?

But gold moved the heart. Shan Mei Xian’s reward was simply too generous.

If he actually received the bounty listed, it would be enough for Wu Xian to retire early and live a life of concubines and luxury.

After much deliberation, he gritted his teeth and took the contract.

He planned to reuse his old trick: feign death with Turtle Breathing Art among the killers, hoping to scam the massive bounty.

Thus ended the Tang Dynasty Wu Xian’s story. Next came the second memory.

This Wu Xian appeared youngest, perhaps twelve or thirteen years old.

His world was called the Wu Family Sword Tomb—the Snowy World as described by the imperial eunuch.

Like the others, this Wu Xian began as an orphan—and an illegitimate one at that.

Upon arriving, he was thrown by the Wu family into a place called Sword Mountain, forced to duel other Wu-blooded children in swordplay.

Over the years, Wu Xian often fought to the death over a steamed bun or a mantou… This training method was no different from breeding poison insects—indeed, even crueler.

Until this morning, he had gone three full days without food, surviving only on water.

Just as Wu Xian was about to faint from hunger, a beautiful girl appeared and gave him several hot meat buns, pulling him back from death’s edge.

Later, he learned from other illegitimate children that the girl was Wu Su, the granddaughter of the current patriarch, of noble birth, displaying sword talent far beyond her peers—widely regarded as the most promising candidate to become the contemporary Sword Crown.

Given this was the Snowy World, Wu Xian deduced: she was almost certainly Xu Fengnian’s mother—the legendary sword immortal who never truly appeared but whose grace was unmatched…

These were all the memories of the Snowy World Wu Xian before entering the mysterious space—but even this alone was insufficient to make the battle-hardened Black Wind Mountain Staff God cry “F***.”

Clearly, the issue lay with the last man—the first to react, the one in training attire.

Soon, the third memory was fully absorbed—and then… the Reincarnator Wu Xian fell silent.

How to put it? This newcomer’s world was also wuxia, but the mix was bizarre.

If he hadn’t misread it, the man’s world was… perhaps, maybe, possibly… not entirely serious.

“Zhu Yan Blood, Demon Blade Incantation, Tragic Heroine, Dusk Mist Ning Xiang, Six Dynasties’ Dragon Chant, Crimson Beauties, Holy Maiden Incantation… This is classical wuxia? Or a goddamn fusion mess!”

“So what if it’s classical wuxia? Doesn’t classical wuxia count as wuxia?!”

Meeting the strange glances around him, the young man in training attire flushed red, then stubbornly defended himself.

But the effect was poor—the others’ glances grew even stranger.

Especially the two other newcomers from wuxia worlds, who rushed forward to exchange memories—and then both cried “F***.”

According to the memory of the classical wuxia Wu Xian (suddenly unable to look at that term again), his world was one of extreme martial chaos.

Here, the White and Black Paths clashed violently every few days; reports of clan annihilations were commonplace.

Especially the heretical sects—each one resembled the Joyful Sect or the Huanxichan , their cultivation methods revolving around base desires.

When they struck, they didn’t spare even female relatives—let alone pregnant cockroaches.

In recent years, Wu Xian often heard of female heroes vanishing, great heroes’ wives disappearing without trace, or white-path female sect leaders sold into brothels as top courtesans—at shockingly low prices…

In short, this world was defined by its hatred of gambling and drugs, and its utter hostility toward pure-love warriors.

By the way, Wu Xian’s sect was called Fu Long Gorge; its chieftain, Mu Rong Wei, was among the top masters in the martial world.

Though immensely powerful, he had no great ambitions—only established Fu Long Gorge and, with nearly a thousand men under him, kept peace in surrounding villages.

As for Wu Xian, again an orphan—he was brought to Fu Long Gorge as an infant by Mu Rong Wei, and due to his exceptional talent, became his personal disciple.

But none of that mattered. The key point: Mu Rong Wei’s wife, Xiao Fu Nu, and daughter, Mu Rong Zi Mei, were among the most renowned beauties in the martial world.

Anyone who has read Zhu Yan Blood knows: soon, with the rise of a certain filial son, Fu Long Gorge will face utter destruction—and these mother-daughter beauties will endure unimaginable humiliation and torment.

Wu Xian worried deeply. Despite years of preparation, he still had no absolute certainty.

Until last night, before falling asleep, he was still pondering how to get Mu Rong Wei’s family to flee early—when he opened his eyes, he found himself in the mysterious space.

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