Cultivation: I Can Traverse Otherworlds

As a pawn for a certain powerful figure, Sang Rongrong had hidden her identity and strength for decades on end.

To maintain her cover.

Every few days, she would visit Baiyun Temple to worship The Three Pristine Ones, casually donating a few copper coins to show her piety.

On the surface, she was a Mundane at a tailor shop.

In reality, she was a Hundred-Knowing Envoy of the Hundred Knowing Pavilion, responsible for selling all sorts of secret information about the Court and the Martial World.

To this end,

she had even gone so far as to learn exquisite embroidery skills.

TAP TAP...

Having just returned from Baiyun Temple, Sang Rongrong hadn’t even had time to remove her hairpin when a series of hurried knocks echoed at her door.

"Who is it?"

Her brow furrowed. She carefully pulled the door open a crack, and her expression changed the moment she saw who was outside.

"Quick, get in!"

"Why are you here?"

A man and a woman, holding a baby a few months old, rushed into the house. The man, his face fraught with panic, said urgently:

"Aunt Rong, help us!"

"Calm down," Sang Rongrong said, her expression grave.

"What exactly happened?"

The young couple before her were her eldest sister’s children. It was a well-kept secret that very few people knew.

"Aunt Rong." Qik Guang took a deep breath, suppressing his anxiety, and said in a low voice:

"The Court is hunting for the assassins who attempted to kill His Majesty, and somehow the investigation led them to the Hongwu Martial Arts Hall. Everyone at the hall has been arrested and imprisoned. The Vice Master refused to be taken and ended up killing several of the government officials who came for him."

"My father has known the Vice Master for years, so he got implicated. Ping’er and I had no choice but to come to you."

"Aunt Rong, you’re incredibly resourceful. You can surely help us escape the Divine Capital."

"How could this happen?" Sang Rongrong said urgently.

"I told my sister that the Divine Capital would be in chaos, that she should leave the city long ago."

"How is your mother?"

"..." Qik Guang’s eyes were red, his face filled with grief.

"The Qit Family... now it’s just the three of us left."

...

Sang Rongrong’s face went deathly pale. She staggered back a step, her body swaying, and had to brace herself against the wall to stay upright.

"Sister..."

"How could this be?"

’The Divine Capital is in turmoil. As someone from the Hundred Knowing Pavilion, of course I knew that. But I never expected my own sister would be affected.’

’They were a family that wanted nothing to do with worldly conflicts.’

’Damn Emperor!’

’Why wasn’t he assassinated!’

"Aunt Rong!"

Qik Guang said urgently:

"Someone saw us enter Qunxing Workshop! The Unscrupulous People will be here soon, we need to leave now!"

"That’s right!" The young woman beside him nodded frantically.

"Aunt Rong, please, get us out of the capital. Our child is still so young, he can’t... he can’t die."

A shadow passed over Sang Rongrong’s heart. She couldn’t sense any grief from the couple for their lost family, only panic and terror for themselves.

’I know it’s only human nature, but I can’t help but feel displeased.’

"Don’t panic!"

Taking a deep breath, Sang Rongrong said slowly:

"Qunxing Workshop is different from other places. The residents here are either rich or noble, and the area is full of Royal Mansions belonging to Princes. Even the Unscrupulous People won’t act rashly here."

"First thing tomorrow morning, you will leave the city with the mountain folk who deliver charcoal. I will arrange for your new identities by then."

The young couple’s faces lit up with joy.

"Thank you, Aunt Rong!"

"I knew Aunt Rong would have a way!"

"Tsk tsk..." Just then, a soft clicking of the tongue came from the roof ridge, and a voice drifted down.

"Such big talk. It’s not easy to get people out of the capital these days. And you, a mere Mundane, can manage it?"

"Looks like we’ve caught a big one."

"Who’s there?" Sang Rongrong spun around and, with a flick of her hand, shot a Sleeve Arrow straight at the figure on the roof.

DING...

Sparks flew from the roof tiles.

The figure dodged the Hidden Weapon and used the moment to leap down into the courtyard. Drawing a long saber from his waist, he charged straight at the three of them.

"Hmph!"

Faced with the onslaught, Sang Rongrong remained motionless, her expression unchanged. There was even a flicker of contempt in her eyes.

THUD!

The attacker, still in mid-air, suddenly pitched forward and crashed to the ground. Foam spilled from his lips as his breathing quickly ceased.

Poison!

"This courtyard is saturated with a potent, colorless, and odorless poison. Did you really think I wouldn’t know you were here?"

After kicking the corpse, Sang Rongrong suddenly spun to face a corner of the yard.

"Who’s there?"

"It’s me." A figure slowly emerged from the darkness.

"Yi Liu. So, your name is Sang Rongrong. A fine name."

"Yi San?" Sang Rongrong’s voice was low and tense.

"Have you forgotten the rules of the Hundred Knowing Pavilion? It’s forbidden to pry into the true identities of our comrades. Aren’t you afraid of being punished by the Pavilion Master?"

Everyone who works for the Hundred Knowing Pavilion has a codename. Only the Pavilion Master knows their real identities.

Sang Rongrong’s codename was Yi Liu.

"Heh heh..." The man chuckled.

"How do you think I found this place?"

"Come on out!"

He clapped his hands lightly, and several figures appeared one after another, completely surrounding the courtyard.

"Yi Liu," one of them said in a low voice.

"You know perfectly well what you are doing. Hand over the two of them and go to the Pavilion Master to confess. Given your many years of loyal service, the Pavilion Master might spare your life."

Sang Rongrong’s eyes darted, and she retreated a single, small step.

"You can’t escape."

Seeing this, Yi San sneered:

"You are well aware of the Hundred Knowing Pavilion’s methods. Even if you flee to the ends of the earth, if the Pavilion Master wants you, you’ll be brought back."

"And another thing..."

He pointed at Qik Guang and his wife.

"Do you think they were really just caught in the crossfire?"

Hm?

Sang Rongrong’s expression flickered slightly.

"The ultimate Cultivation Technique of the Hongwu Martial Arts Hall, the Heart-Correcting Technique, is on them," Yi San said, his voice thick with greed.

"It’s a peerless technique that leads directly to the Vajra Realm! The Pavilion Master never told you because he wanted to see how you would handle it."

"What a pity. You’ve disappointed the Pavilion Master."

What?

Sang Rongrong whipped her head around to look at them.

Qik Guang and his wife’s faces drained of color.

"You lied to me!" At the sight of their faces, how could Sang Rongrong not know she’d been deceived? Her fury erupted.

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