simultaneous crossing in many anime worlds

The Sweeper Monk pressed his palms together.

"Why didn't you stop me just now? You, plus Zhang Sanfeng, plus Feng Qingyang, might have been able to take me down?"

Chu Yang looked at him with a half-smile.

"There's absolutely no such possibility!"

The Sweeper Monk shook his head.

"Oh, why not?"

Chu Yang suddenly grew curious.

"This old monk is dull. I have meditated in the Zangjingge (Sutra Library) for decades, almost fully comprehending Buddhist martial arts, yet I have only barely grasped a bit of the path of cultivation. I cannot be compared with Mr. Chu."

The Sweeper Monk paused slightly, then sighed, "Nor can I compare to that Daoist friend Zhang from Wudang Mountain."

Chu Yang burst into laughter, "I thought you also wanted to 'convert' me, just like you did with Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo."

The Sweeper Monk was startled.

"Since you're not stopping me, then I'm going in." With that, Chu Yang turned back and waved to Huang Rong, signaling for her to come in with him.

Huang Rong immediately beamed with joy, like a little squirrel, skipping and hopping behind Chu Yang.

"Mr. Chu is already like an immortal, why does he still cling to mortal martial arts?"

The Sweeper Monk was very puzzled; he couldn't guess what Chu Yang was thinking.

"Because it's interesting."

Chu Yang gave a reason that only puzzled him further, and in the Sweeper Monk's bewildered gaze, he walked into the Zangjingge (Sutra Library).

A month and a half later.

The carriage returned to that familiar Southern Song small town.

Pushing open the gate and looking at the sun-drenched courtyard, Chu Yang felt a sense of having been in another world.

He had originally just wanted to get a copy of "Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm," but he accidentally became a notorious demon known throughout the world.

After putting down their luggage, Chu Yang, Li Mochou, and Huang Rong began to clean the previously vacant rooms. This would be where Li Mochou and Little Dragon Girl would live from now on.

The cleaning wasn't strenuous; there was only a bit of dust, and the outer courtyard already showed signs of having been cleaned by someone.

As long as nearby families had children attending Chu Yang's private school, everyone would spontaneously help Chu Yang with small tasks, such as cleaning, and Chu Yang never locked his door.

Even thieves wouldn't come to Chu Yang's house to steal.

Firstly, there was truly nothing to steal in the house. Secondly, Chu Yang was a well-known benevolent person in the surrounding villages, praised by all, and he was also a teacher. Even thieves in this era had a code of honor.

After everything was tidied up, dusk was approaching, and it was too late to cook. Everyone was also too tired to move, so Chu Yang took them to the usual restaurant they frequented.

Huang Rong was very happy; it was where she and Chu Yang first met, holding special significance.

The scar on Li Mochou's face had almost healed, leaving only a faint trace. Walking on the road, she could now face the gazes of passersby with composure.

Little Dragon Girl, hidden in Li Mochou's arms, secretly observed the world.

In the restaurant's main hall, the storyteller was speaking with a beads of sweat on his brow. As Chu Yang and his group drew closer to listen, their expressions became a little strange.

"Do you all know that a top-tier great demon has recently appeared in the martial arts world? No one knows his true name, only referring to him as 'Mr. Chu'!"

"Speaking of this Mr. Chu, he is truly extraordinary! Even the hundreds-of-years-old Old Immortal Zhang from Wudang Mountain was defeated by him!"

"Not long ago, at Shaolin Temple…"

The storyteller's gavel did not fall for a long time; he spoke a long passage in one breath. The diners listened intently, their chopsticks also remaining still.

Until…

The waiter, coming out from the back kitchen, saw Chu Yang and his party and joyfully shouted a greeting.

"Oh, you're back!"

"Mr. Chu!"

The storyteller's voice abruptly stopped!

The gavel in his hand fell heavily to the ground!

The diners turned their heads in terror!

Chu Yang smiled.

"Hmm."

"I'm back."

110. Chapter 110: Two Zanpakutos, Kakashi's Signature Combo!

110.

Jujutsu World.

An abandoned park.

The sudden downpour trapped Chu Yang, who had just completed a commission, here. Looking at the dark, heavy clouds, his expression was gloomy.

Five Special Grade Curse Spirits!

He had slain five Special Grade Curse Spirits this month alone!

A terrifying record!

It could be said that apart from Satoru Gojo, no one's performance was more astonishing than Chu Yang's.

He had also become the most discussed Jujutsu Sorcerer in all of Tokyo.

With such terrifying strength, he should have been promoted to Special Grade Sorcerer long ago.

However…

No news came from Jujutsu High. Chu Yang was still only a Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer.

The pattering rain unconsciously soothed Chu Yang's emotions. "I thought that after becoming a Special Grade Sorcerer, I would be able to access Sukuna's fingers sealed by Jujutsu High. Now it seems I'll have to find another way."

"Indeed, things are never as smooth as planned."

After the rain lessened a bit, Chu Yang exhaled deeply and slowly walked into the rain.

"I've been looking for you for a long time. Why are you out here alone in the rain? You look so lonely. Could it be that you've broken up?"

Just as Chu Yang was frowning with worry, Satoru Gojo suddenly appeared, looking at him with a mischievous smile.

All the raindrops falling on Satoru Gojo were repelled by an invisible membrane, so even standing in the heavy rain, not a single part of him was wet.

"Since you know I'm in a bad mood, then speak quickly and get to the point."

Chu Yang impatiently waved his hand, as if shooing away a fly.

"Those old geezers want to invite you to teach at Jujutsu High."

Satoru Gojo grinned.

"So that's the reason…"

Chu Yang stopped, a sneer on his lips, "A Jujutsu Sorcerer who started halfway, neither from Jujutsu High nor from a prominent family, so I'm not qualified to become a Special Grade? They want to brand me with the mark of Jujutsu High?"

Satoru Gojo's smile disappeared. He clasped his hands behind his head, stretching, "That's roughly the idea. I have to say, after so many years, their thinking and way of doing things are truly unchanged and annoying."

Chu Yang was not the only one who disliked the current state of the Jujutsu world. Satoru Gojo's level of disgust was even greater than Chu Yang's, but he chose a different method to solve the problem.

Satoru Gojo wanted to cultivate more excellent young people and let them grow to replace the corrupt higher-ups.

This was a very time-consuming and energy-consuming method.

Given enough time, it might truly bring about a brand new Jujutsu world.

Chu Yang didn't have that patience; he chose to directly eliminate those people, and this man in front of him would definitely stop him.

"Senior, you need to know that the time spent teaching students is enough for me to complete several commissions. This cannot be compensated by a teacher's salary."

"Don't always be so concerned about money. You already have enough savings to buy a building in Tokyo, don't you?"

"I've only achieved a small goal."

"How many small goals do you want to achieve?"

Satoru Gojo started counting on his fingers.

Chu Yang pressed his hand, shaking his head, "I really don't have any interest in the teaching profession…"

Satoru Gojo, in turn, pressed his hand, stating earnestly, "There are generous subsidies!"

Chu Yang took a deep breath, his expression filled with solemn respect, "My childhood dream was to become a respected people's teacher!"

Satoru Gojo: "…"

"I didn't even know you had such a great dream. It seems I still don't understand you enough, Xiaoyangyang."

"Could you please not call me that? It makes me hate you even more, Senior!"

Satoru Gojo cleared his throat twice, laughing, "Then let's get back to business. You are now a teacher at Jujutsu High. I will have someone prepare your teacher's certificate, but before that, you need to go on a business trip."

Chu Yang frowned, "Are there subsidies?"

Satoru Gojo nodded, "Of course!"

Chu Yang's brows immediately relaxed, revealing a benevolent smile, "Business trips are good. You can arrange more in the future."

Satoru Gojo wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. The so-called subsidies were actually paid out of his own pocket. How could those old men at Jujutsu High give Chu Yang such good benefits?

But he had to.

Satoru Gojo knew that if Chu Yang didn't join Jujutsu High, his chances of being promoted to Special Grade Sorcerer were almost zero. If this continued, he might choose a path that ran counter to their goals.

Such things had happened many times in the history of the Jujutsu world.

Satoru Gojo, who had lost a close friend, truly did not want to see another genius turn against him.

"Where's the business trip to?"

"Miyagi Prefecture, Sugisawa Third High School."