Xiuxian, I can travel to another world

Chapter 426 Young Master
Divine dynasty.

Taiyuan Prefecture.

After hundreds of years of conquest, the current Divine Dynasty controls the nine provinces of the world.

Compared to the vast divine dynasty, Taiyuan Prefecture was but a small corner of the land, yet it still covered a vast area and supported millions of people.

As dusk fell, the red glow of the setting sun bathed the earth, casting a soft halo over everything.

A grove of trees outside the city.

A dilapidated carriage was parked outside the woods. The driver gripped the reins tightly, controlling the somewhat stubborn old horse, and occasionally glanced into the depths of the forest, his eyes revealing anxiety and unease.

"Why don't you come out?"

"Why is it taking this long for a child of ten years old, or a scholar who has never practiced martial arts?"

"..."

The coachman, looking impatient, got off the carriage, casually picked a tree trunk to tie the reins to, and strolled into the woods.

Not long ahead.

A burst of noise followed.

As the sounds of "plop" and "plop" gradually faded, the driver's expression changed.

problem occurs?
"Shh!"

He leaped forward, kicking up mud with his feet, and sprang out like a nimble cheetah.

Before he even landed, what he saw startled him.

Two people are facing off in the arena.

One of them, dressed similarly to the coachman, was holding a long spear and staring at the other side with a look of astonishment.

The other person was a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old. He had handsome features and delicate eyebrows, but his face was too pale, as if he had not recovered from a serious illness. He was swaying and seemed to be about to faint at any moment.

Judging from his clothes, the boy must come from a well-off family. His clothes are made of fine silk, and the jade pendant hanging from his waist is crystal clear and of extraordinary quality. However, it is unclear why it is covered with dirt, which obscures its smooth luster.

There were two more people on the ground, but they had already died; the fatal wounds came from shallow cuts on their throats.

The driver's gaze swept over the scene, and his eyes involuntarily narrowed.

"What a cruel method!"

"Such precise technique!"

"You did it?"

The last question was directed at the young man.

"who are you?"

Zhu Ju covered his forehead, swayed unsteadily, staggered backward, and said in a weak voice:

Why did you attack me?

The difficulty of this journey far exceeded expectations.

Despite the help of the Haotian Mirror, it was still affected when passing through the immortal array, and its physical body almost collapsed. Only a few remnants of its body came to this world, and it had no choice but to merge with this physical body.

Never thought.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw several fierce-looking men rushing towards me, and I almost died.

"Boss." The man confronting him spoke through gritted teeth:
"careful!"

"This little brat is hiding his true abilities; Second Brother and Fourth Brother were caught off guard and fell into his trap."

"Oh!" The driver stepped forward, his eyes gleaming.

"To kill the second and fourth brothers while under the influence of the bewitching incense is something only those who have reached the highest level of martial arts can do."

"You little brat, it seems you've never practiced martial arts before, yet..."

"Shh!"

Before he finished speaking, his body suddenly lunged forward, like an arrow released from a bow.

With a slight flick of his arm while still in mid-air, the soft sword at his waist gleamed straight and thrust straight at Zhu Ju's throat.

This sword.

He has mastered the essence of speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness.

at the same time.

A cruel look appeared on the face of his companion, the third brother. He stomped one foot on the ground and suddenly thrust out the long spear in his hand.

"kill!"

A sword and a spear thrust forth, their cross-shaped attack creating a deadly trap; even the most agile monkey would find it hard to escape.

Zhu Ju's eyes were glazed over, and his swaying body trembled slightly, leaving a trail of afterimages in the same spot.

He gently raised his left hand upwards, and a dagger, more decorative than practical, emerged from his sleeve. His movements seemed slow, but they were delivered just in time to the coachman.

Just like...

The opponent charged straight at the dagger in his hand.

"puff!"

The coachman stared in astonishment as he watched the dagger embed itself in his forehead, his body falling straight to the ground as he lurched forward.

It landed silently, utterly dead. Meanwhile...

Zhu Ju pressed his right hand, which was supporting his forehead, down slightly, causing the incoming spear to involuntarily thrust towards his side.

The third brother gritted his teeth and roared, trying to stop his actions, completely unaware that a pebble had rolled down at his feet.

"Shh!"

His feet slipped.

He lost his balance and fell forward, his chest struck by a steel knife stuck upside down in the ground.

The blood-stained blade protruded from his back, and the third brother's body twitched before he followed the other brothers and died.

"Ok!"

Zhu Ju let out a muffled groan, his face growing paler and paler. He staggered back two steps and sat down against the tree trunk, gasping for breath, his consciousness gradually becoming blurred.

Divine dynasty?

Taiyuan Prefecture!
Will I collapse here?
"Master!"

"Someone come quickly!"

"Young Master is here!"

"..."

A familiar voice reached my ears, and a concerned, anxious gaze came into view.

Some memories of this body surfaced in his mind, and Zhu Ju smiled calmly.

It's Shuang'er.

The household's personal maid.

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Zhu Mansion.

The soft bedding allowed my tense mind to gradually relax.

Zhu Ju lay on the bed, letting the maid 'Shuang'er' press his acupoints, while his consciousness sank into his sea of ​​consciousness.

The cause and effect were intertwined during the possession, so this body was also called Zhu Ju, the eldest son of the Zhu family.

Taiyuan Prefecture was famous for its sericulture and cloth weaving.

Zhu family.

They passed down their family tradition of weaving cloth.

In Taiyuan Prefecture, the Zhu family was not considered a prominent or wealthy family, but their wealth accumulated over a century was still considerable.

The original owner of the body, 'Zhu Ju', was just over fifteen years old. Because her birth mother died early, she was doted on by her father from a young age and could be said to have been born in a honey pot.

Spoiled since childhood, she inevitably developed a somewhat arrogant personality. However, she was not inherently bad; she simply couldn't endure hardship, which resulted in her being utterly unsuccessful in martial arts. On the other hand, she was quite knowledgeable in poetry and literature.

'The Haotian Mirror's perception is correct; this world does indeed primarily focus on tempering the physical body and cultivating martial arts. However, the original owner of this body was merely a mortal and had never encountered top-tier masters, so he couldn't discern the limits of martial arts in this world.'

'Ninth level of martial arts...'

"Ninth rank is the weakest, and first rank is the strongest. The original owner's father, who could break gold with a single palm strike, was only an eighth-rank martial artist. By extension, the weakest first-rank expert would be at least at the Golden Core stage. However, these are all just speculations and cannot be taken as fact."

'As the eldest son of the Zhu family, even if he doesn't know martial arts, he hasn't encountered any danger in all these years. Now, a few low-ranking thugs have managed to kidnap him. Where are his guards?'

As the thought crossed his mind, Zhu Ju slowly opened his eyes and asked:
"Something happened to my father?"

“…Yes.” Shuang’er was pretty with delicate features. She was the original owner’s personal maid who had been with her since childhood. Upon hearing this, her expression changed slightly, and she gritted her teeth and lowered her head, saying:

"News came yesterday that the master was attacked by the Sky Eagle Bandits on his way out of the city and died at the hands of the third leader, Red Eagle Tong Chixiang."

"Young Master, please accept my condolences."

"Hmph!" Zhu Ju snorted lightly.
"My father just had an accident, and now I'm in danger. Their actions are far too blatant!"

"go with!"

"Please inform the Green Robe Gang's steward that I want to thoroughly investigate this matter!"

In this world, there is a powerful dynasty, but the local government has very little influence. Even taxes are collected by martial arts sects. The Zhu family is not only a wealthy merchant family, but also a member of the Green Robe Gang.

Something happened.

The Green Robe Gang will naturally handle it.

"Yes." Shuang'er replied, stopped pressing the acupoints, bowed, and slowly withdrew.

She had just taken two steps back, and before she could even turn around, someone kicked open the door and rushed in.

One person stared with wide, round eyes and pointed at Zhu Ju on the bed:

"it's him!"

“I suspect this person is possessed by an evil spirit and has lost his soul. My brother has already been murdered.”

"Please, senior, use your magic to slay the evil spirit!"

"Third brother." Zhu Ju squinted.
"They came in a good manner."

"Don't call me Third Brother." Zhu Ji waved his sleeve, speaking with an air of premature wisdom:

"You are not my elder brother at all. Zhu Ju is weak and helpless. There is no way he could have escaped from the thieves!"

(End of this chapter)