Heaven Sword and Dragon Sabre

Zu Hao put away his twin swords and looked at the stunned Bulu Du. "What are you standing around for? All the gold here is ours now."

Bulu Du jolted awake and hurriedly nodded. "All right! I'll pack it up right away!"

Suppressing the shock in her heart, she dragged over the bags and began stuffing the gold bricks and ornaments into them wholesale.

Zu Hao surveyed the lavish golden hall, his psychic power flowing over every corner like spilled mercury.

After confirming there were no more hidden enemies or traps, he began collecting the gold as well.

Driven by telekinesis, countless gold coins and bricks poured into his sleeve like a river of gold flowing backward.

That sleeve seemed to contain another world, as though it were bottomless.

In truth, Zu Hao was storing the gold in his personal space.

In the Resident Evil world, he had used up ten spaces for daily necessities, firearms, and some electrical appliances.

He still had ten spaces remaining, enough to hold most of the gold in the treasure vault.

Bulu Du had no idea that Zu Hao possessed personal storage space. Sneaking a glance at him, she felt as if she were witnessing a miracle, and her hands slowed involuntarily.

Before long, Zu Hao stopped.

All ten dimensional spaces had been filled.

Bulu Du also laboriously dragged up several bulging bundles. Sweat dripped from her face, but her eyes shone with excitement.

Carrying the gold, Zu Hao left the imperial city with Bulu Du and placed the bags on the camel.

Bulu Du untied the reins, swung herself onto the camel, and said to Zu Hao, "The Black Sandstorm will be back soon. We need to leave quickly."

"Bulu Du, this gold is enough for you to live in wealth for the rest of your life."

Zu Hao said calmly, "Leave this place quickly."

Bulu Du froze and looked at Zu Hao in astonishment. "You're not leaving with me?"

Zu Hao smiled. "You and I are not meant to travel the same road. Let us part here and each go well."

Bulu Du immediately leaped down from the camel. "Why?"

As she spoke, Bulu Du lunged at Zu Hao and grabbed his collar. "I'm not leaving! I don't want any of this gold—I only want you!"

Zu Hao lowered his eyes to look at her. Her gaze burned with passion, filled with panic and dependence, along with undisguised affection.

Zu Hao sighed softly, his fingertips brushing her cheek. "Why must it be this way? A lone shadow on a cold river, old acquaintances of the martial world—why must those who meet have known one another before?"

With a raised hand, he pushed Bulu Du aside.

Unwilling to give up, Bulu Du lunged at Zu Hao again.

But a soft white glow suddenly rippled around Zu Hao, and his figure rapidly faded.

Bulu Du threw herself forward with all her strength, only to embrace empty air.

"Zu Hao! You bastard—!"

Her shrill, unwilling cry echoed outside the imperial palace for a long time.

Meanwhile, Zu Hao had already crossed endless time and space and returned to the transfer station.

At the transfer station.

Zu Hao ate something simple, then lay down in the open space to rest.

He slept exceptionally well. Only after waking naturally, refreshed in body and mind, did he unhurriedly activate the traversal.

[Searching for connectable worlds... Search complete.]

[Connected world: Heaven Sword and Dragon Sabre.]

"Heaven Sword and Dragon Sabre? I wonder whether it's the original novel or one of the film and television adaptations..."

Zu Hao's thoughts stirred. This work had been adapted many times, with television dramas and films differing from one another.

Although the main storyline was similar, the details and settings often varied, especially in the film versions, which changed a great deal.

"Forget it. Since I'm here, I'll make the best of it. With my current strength, as long as I don't deliberately court death, I should be able to protect myself."

As a perfect T-virus evolver, Zu Hao had considerable confidence in his own strength.

What was more, he still had plenty of modern weapons in his personal space, including four unused rockets. When necessary, he did not mind fighting without honor.

After some thought, Zu Hao changed into suitable ancient attire, modeled after Yi Jifeng from Young Zhang Sanfeng. With the Black Iron Triple-Edged Sword in hand, he looked every bit the elegant wandering hero.

Looking at the three traversal gates leading to Resident Evil, Dragon Gate, and Heaven Sword and Dragon Sabre, Zu Hao chose Heaven Sword and Dragon Sabre.

He stepped inside.

By the Han River, the waves surged as mist hung in the air.

Sparse boats dotted the vast river, while farther away, layer upon layer of emerald mountains rose amid swirling clouds and fog.

Zu Hao appeared atop a massive rock by the riverbank. His green robes fluttered loudly in the wind.

He looked down at the ceaselessly rushing river beneath him as the system's notifications rang in his ears.

[Host's current world: Heaven Sword and Dragon Sabre.]

[Current location: Banks of the Han River.]

[Identity: Wandering martial artist.]

[Fist strength: 5 tons]

[Speed: 55 meters per second]

[Telekinesis: Maximum object-control limit, 10.5 tons]

"This world isn't bad. I can stay awhile longer—consider it a trip. I can also learn this world's martial arts and strengthen myself in the process."

Zu Hao quickly came to a decision.

And speaking of martial arts—

The Nine Yang Divine Skill was undoubtedly one of the top internal arts in this world. Supremely yang and forceful, once mastered, it generated internal energy at an astonishing rate, nearly without end. It was also a sacred art for healing, rendered its practitioner immune to all poisons, and formed the foundation for learning every martial art under heaven.

It could be considered one of the strongest internal arts in Jin Yong's world.

I wonder whether Zhang Wuji has encountered his opportunity yet? If I remember correctly, he obtained the Nine Yang Manual from the belly of a white ape in the Kunlun Secret Realm in the original novel... If this is the film version, then I'll have to go to Wudang's rear mountain.

Zu Hao pondered silently.

Besides the Nine Yang Divine Skill, the Nine Yin White Bone Claw from the Nine Yin Manual is pretty good too.

Although this skill required poisonous substances during cultivation and had severe side effects, he possessed the Negative Reversal System and was immune to all poisons. Its side effects could instead become a shortcut for increasing his strength.

The Kongtong Sect's Seven Damage Fist injured oneself before injuring one's enemy. Its power was fierce and forceful, so it was also worth considering.

The most urgent matter is to determine the current timeline and which specific version this is.

Just as Zu Hao was thinking, the faint sounds of clashing weapons and shouted cries came from afar, interrupting his thoughts.

Following the sound, Zu Hao looked over and saw figures darting about at the downstream dock, blades flashing in the air.

A group dressed in the attire of foreign monks and the standard armor of Yuan soldiers were besieging a burly man holding a child and a young girl.

The burly man wielded a short saber, swinging it with tiger-like ferocity. His moves were broad and powerful, clearly showing exceptional strength.

But outnumbered as he was, he had already suffered several wounds, and blood stained his clothes red.

He desperately shielded the girl behind him and roared, "I, Chang Yuchun, and my Ming Cult brothers are enemies of your imperial court! If you want to kill or torture someone, come at me! Don't make things difficult for this little girl!"

Yet the attackers paid him no heed, and their attacks became even more vicious.

One of them leaped up and kicked the burly man to the ground.

At that moment, a gray figure swept toward the riverbank like a great bird. It was an elderly Daoist with white hair and beard, a ruddy complexion, and clear, bright eyes.

A pale-faced boy of around fourteen or fifteen followed at his side.

Seeing this, the old Daoist's kindly brows furrowed, and he barked, "These Tatars have gone too far!"

Before his words had faded, he gently pressed one palm against a bamboo raft on the shore. The raft, weighing two or three hundred pounds, shot forward like an arrow loosed from a bow and crashed into a foreign monk at the edge of the battle.