Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

The wind and snow were kept out by the not-so-thick door panels, and inside the small courtyard, the sky was high and the sun was shining, the wind was gentle and the clouds were light, and peach blossoms stretched for miles, creating a world of their own.

Under the warm sunshine, by the stream, Wang Zhu sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.

For 3,600 years, the dragon had been trapped in the well, burned by the fire of the dragon kiln for 3,600 years, and educated by the three religions in turn for 3,600 years. The sudden burst of energy to break free now is more like a final burst of light before death, exhausting the last bit of strength to struggle.

Russell extended a finger and touched her brow, channeling a wisp of dragon energy into her, which barely stabilized her condition.

This wisp of energy, like a trickle of water finding a riverbed that had been dry for millennia, instantly disappeared into it.

This caused a faint blush to suddenly appear on her pale, almost transparent face.

Her tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly, and her breath, which had been so faint it was almost gone, began to rise and fall slowly in her chest, growing stronger, like a seed awakened by the spring breeze.

Half an hour passed, and her eyelashes trembled slightly before she finally opened them slowly.

It was still those same pair of bright, deep, dark gold eyes, as if forged from molten gold.

"Hey, who are you?"

With his gaze reflecting the figure carving runes on a wooden sword not far away, Wang Zhu asked, his voice hoarse from not speaking for a long time, like the grinding of sand.

"As you can see, a swordsman," Russell said with a light laugh. "My name is Russell."

“You know that’s not what I’m asking.” Wang struggled to sit up, but her body was still weak and sore. She could only turn her head slightly, her golden eyes fixed on Russell, and cautiously asked, “Are you a dragon?”

"Guess." Russell's lips curled into a smile.

The next moment, in Wang Zhu's eyes, the scenery before him changed rapidly.

The blue sky, green water, green mountains, and peach groves have all disappeared, replaced by a deep gold.

A golden canopy that blots out the sky, a golden trunk that stretches across the entire world, golden leaves falling slowly in the breeze—it's as if time itself has slowed down.

Russell was still carving his wooden sword, but now it was noble and sacred, as high and mighty as a king judging all living beings.

"..." Wang Zhu opened his eyes wide, his small eyes filled with great confusion.

This shouldn't be the case.

More than three thousand years ago, during the battle to slay the dragon, all the true dragons in the world except for her should have been killed long ago.

How could such a powerful being still exist?

"who are you?"

“You’ll understand when you reach a higher level.” Russell paused his carving knife without looking up. “Right now, you should focus on healing your injuries.”

The confusion and inquiry in Wang Zhu's eyes did not dissipate because of this perfunctory answer; on the contrary, they intensified.

But she didn't press the matter; she simply gave Russell a deep look before closing her eyes.

Its small body seemed to transform into an invisible vortex, recklessly absorbing the dragon energy emanating from Russell.

Although I don't know why this dragon energy is so strange, as long as it's dragon energy, that's fine.

"Russell." After a long while, Wang Zhu, having confirmed that he had reached his recovery limit, opened his eyes and looked at Russell again.

"speak."

"How did you survive?" Wang Zhu asked.

Logically speaking, with a true dragon like Russell around, Chen Qingliu's side couldn't possibly be oblivious.

Given the madness of those dragon slayers, it should have been a fight to the death, so how could he have grown to this point?

“Since no one killed me, I naturally survived,” Russell said.

"Forget it if you don't tell me."

Seeing that Russell still wouldn't answer his question directly, Wang Zhu didn't say anything more.

After all, she is too weak now, and if she wants to continue to survive, she still has to rely on such an elder in the clan.

……

After the snow cleared, the town was covered with a layer of soft, fresh snow. The sunlight shone down, making the muddy road in Mud Bottle Alley, which was full of icy water, and the icicles on the eaves on both sides of the house look crystal clear.

Wang Zhu changed into a scarlet short jacket and set off early with Russell.

Their first stop was a village school.

As a Saint of the Fourteenth Realm who was stationed in the town, Qi Jingchun could not possibly be unaware of Wang Zhu's escape.

Compared to other scholars in the Confucian Temple, Qi Jingchun did not reject or discriminate against those who were different.

In fact, Wang Zhu's escape was a result of him turning a blind eye.

Therefore, both logically and emotionally, Russell should bring Wang Zhu to pay a visit.

It just so happened that the village school was on holiday today, so the man and the dragon entered the school without any hindrance.

Behind the school was a courtyard with a low wooden gate on the north side leading to a bamboo grove.

The bamboo grove is lush and verdant.

When Russell and Wang Zhu arrived, they saw the refined gentleman in the blue robe sitting on the south bench as usual, holding a black chess piece in his hand, hesitating to place it on the empty chessboard.

"Hmph, the Confucian sages are nothing special."

Wang Zhu crossed his arms and stared at Qi Jingchun for a long time, letting out a barely audible hum from his small nose, and raising his chin even higher.

The wisp of pure dragon energy that Russell infused yesterday was like fresh water being poured into a dried-up riverbed. Although she was far from fully recovered, it had already freed her from the weakness of being completely exhausted, and the untamed spirit of a true dragon in her bones could no longer be suppressed.

In her opinion, the so-called great powers in this world were nothing special, and if Russell hadn't been there, she probably wouldn't have bothered to even give them a second glance.

"Children are just kids, don't know any better. Qi, you're a magnanimous person, please forgive him." After giving Wang Zhu a powerful punch, Luo Su said to Qi Jingchun with a light laugh.

He had been in Lizhu Cave Heaven for three years, and Russell and Qi Jingchun were already quite familiar with each other.

After all, with Ah Liang and Bai Ye as intermediaries, they certainly wouldn't be speechless.

On many occasions, when Russell was too lazy to prepare lesson plans and didn't know what to talk about, he would send Chen Ping'an to teach at the village school.

"It's alright." Qi Jingchun's voice remained gentle as she nodded slightly to Russell. "However, since you have already taken her in, you still need to guide and discipline her to prevent her from going astray and causing trouble in the future."

Wang Zhu curled his lip, clearly disdainful of the assessment of "regulating and guiding" and "causing trouble in one area," but ultimately remained silent out of respect for Russell.

"You don't need to worry about that at all. With Xiao Ping'an around, this little girl can't cause any trouble." Luo Su sat down in front of Qi Jingchun. Seeing Qi Jingchun make a move, he also made a move immediately. The two of them played chess as if no one else was around.

"That makes sense." Qi Jingchun didn't quite understand the significance of Russell's decision. She frowned, pondered for a moment, and then asked, "I've finished reading the book I borrowed from you last time. Do you have any new ones?"

"Speaking of which, it's been two years since I last lent you a book, hasn't it?" Russell casually placed another piece.

Qi Jingchun rubbed his forehead, finally confirming that the person in front of him was a terrible chess player: "Since these are words of warning and enlightenment, they naturally need to be pondered more carefully."

“Of course I have some. If you want them, I can give them to you now.” Seeing that the situation was beyond saving, Russell decisively prepared to leave.

"No rush, let's finish this game first." Qi Jingchun shook his head. Russell was already at his wit's end; he was just two moves away from taking Russell's head. Seeing that Qi Jingchun wasn't falling for his trick, Russell decisively turned his head to look at Wang Zhu to the side.

Wang Zhu received the look in his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips, and unleashed a King's Flame at Qi Jingchun.

This was something Russell taught her.

It was said to be some kind of spiritual power, which suited her very well, and she liked it quite a bit.

Flames exploded in front of Qi Jingchun, engulfing the entire chessboard.

In the blink of an eye, the chessboard and pieces vanished without a trace.

"Oh dear! You child, how could you be so insensible!" Russell slammed his hand on the table, stood up angrily, grabbed Wang Zhu by the ear and gave her a good scolding. After he finished scolding her, he quickly turned to Qi Jingchun and smiled apologetically: "The child is insensible. I will discipline her when we get back. In the meantime, I will carve a better chessboard for you."

Qi Jingchun chuckled and placed the last black piece she had left back on the table.

A dignified fourteenth-realm pure sword cultivator, yet he has no shame whatsoever.

He truly deserves to be called a man on par with Ah Liang.

"Come with me." Qi Jingchun stood up and led Luo Su and Wang Zhu toward the depths of the bamboo forest.

Just as Qi Jingchun turned around, Wang Zhu quickly patted Luo Su's hand that was pulling her ear and gave Luo Su a disdainful look. Luo Su returned her a fist salute.

Deep within the bamboo forest was only a thatched hut, and the hut was not a hidden paradise. Let alone a saint with three natal characters, it would be considered very simple even for an ordinary cultivator.

But for Qi Jingchun, it was a humble abode, but his virtue made it fragrant, so what was there to be ashamed of? Moreover, the bookshelves full of books in the room were already extremely precious to him.

Upon entering the house, Russell glanced at Qi Jingchun's bookshelf, which was neatly arranged with a row of copies of Capital, as well as numerous books on sociology, economics, and political science, all of which were borrowed from Russell.

Judging from the traces, he must have read it frequently, and there are many annotations and reflections in it.

Russell waved his hand, a gentle breeze swept by, and another stack of books appeared on the desk.

"Thank you." Qi Jingchun smiled broadly.

This was a path no one had ever imagined, and it greatly benefited him.

“Don’t tell me you want to develop socialism.” Russell’s lips twitched.

"Of course not." Qi Jingchun smiled and shook her head.

Different social environments mean that blindly copying others is suicidal.

He simply extracted some theories on governing the world and benefiting the people from them, compiled them into a book, and then tried his best to pass on these theories to future generations and influence more people.

As for the younger generation who will put these ideas into practice, he already has several suitable candidates in mind.

He particularly liked one of Russell's disciples.

At such a young age, his temperament and character are among the best in the world.

If Russell hadn't already taken on a disciple, he would most likely have taken on the disciple on behalf of his master after a period of testing. Even though they are not destined to be together, it doesn't stop him from having high hopes for him.

Furthermore, Russell did not seem to object to his students accepting his teachings.

"gone."

Having met him, played chess with him, and exchanged books with him, Russell informed her and then left with Wang Zhu. Qi Jingchun nodded, knowing Russell's character well, and did not get up to see them off, but simply watched the two leave the courtyard.

"Who is Chen Ping'an?" Wang Zhu couldn't help but ask as soon as he left the village school.

She had just heard Russell and Qi Jingchun say that he could keep himself in check for them. Could he be some kind of extraordinary person?
"You'll see in a moment," Russell said with a smile.

Their second stop was Yang's Pharmacy.

Old Yang was still sitting on that creaky, broken bamboo chair, puffing on his pipe.

As soon as the two stepped into the courtyard, a heavy pressure from the primordial era silently enveloped them.

Wang Zhu didn't even have time to think; his body's instincts outpaced all his thoughts.

The small figure scurried behind Russell, her two icy little hands gripping the hem of his clothes tightly, hiding her entire body in the shadow of his blue robe. She only dared to peek out half of her face, her eyes still trembling with fear as she stole glances at the seemingly frail old man.

Old Yang glanced at the trembling little group behind Russell, let out a soft, ambiguous snort, slowly took a drag of his cigarette, exhaled a thick cloud of white smoke, and then turned his gaze to Russell, speaking slowly and deliberately: "I didn't expect you to be interested in her."

"This isn't about finding a few successors to pass on the mantle," Russell said, ruffling Wang Zhu's hair, his tone unchanged.

"Why do you insist on finding her? Aren't you afraid of causing big trouble?" Old Yang tapped his pipe against the chair leg, sending sparks flying.

"My actions are simply based on my heart, adapting to circumstances. Where my heart leads, my sword follows. When trouble comes, I simply draw my sword and cut it down; there's no need to worry about it too much."

"You have ambition," Old Man Yang commented, then asked without further ado, "When do you plan to formally accept disciples?"

"What? Is Old Yang finally thinking of giving a gift?" Russell teased, then said seriously, "It will be some time later, but if Old Yang has prepared a gift, I can pass it on to him."

Old Yang sneered, clearly distrusting Russell's character. He waved his withered hand impatiently, as if shooing away a fly: "Alright, alright, you've brought him here. This old man has no food to offer you. Get lost."

Russell didn't mind at all, and smiled as he cupped his hands in greeting: "I'm sorry to have bothered you, Elder Yang."

After saying that, he took Wang Zhu, who was still in shock and dared not breathe, and stepped out of the pharmacy, heading straight back to Ping An Shop.

When I returned to the shop in Qilong Lane, the sun was shining brightly.

Chen Ping'an had been waiting for quite a while, but seeing that Russell had not arrived, he began his own cultivation for the day.

According to the boss, the cultivation realm in this world is divided into three levels: upper, middle, and lower.

The five realms are: the first realm is copper skin, the second realm is grass roots, the third realm is willow sinews, the fourth realm is bone and spirit, and the fifth realm is casting furnace.

He is now standing at the threshold of the Copper Skin Realm, just one step away from entering the world of cultivation. However, his talent is not particularly good, and it may take him a long time to take that step. Therefore, he needs to work harder.

Just as he was thinking this, Russell led Wang Zhu in.

Chen Ping'an's gaze was immediately drawn to her. He stared at the arrogant young girl following behind the boss, and was momentarily stunned.
He glanced at Russell, then at Wang Zhu, his mind racing, and blurted out, "Boss, is this your daughter?"

Before Russell could answer, Wang Zhu, like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on, bristled instantly, poked her head out from behind Russell, and said angrily, "You child, you really don't know how to talk. Who is his daughter?"

Aren't you a child yourself...?

Chen Pingan scratched his head, puzzled.

Russell was taken aback by Chen Ping'an's sudden question, then chuckled and said gently to Chen Ping'an, "Little Ping'an, this is Wang Zhu, she will be your junior sister from now on."

Wang Zhu could hardly believe her ears. She, a descendant of a true dragon, was to call this seemingly foolish human brat "senior brother"? What a joke!

"No!" She broke free from Russell's hand, put her hands on her hips, and tried to puff out her small chest to create an imposing aura. Unfortunately, her height was a disadvantage, so she could only look up at Chen Ping'an and declare decisively, "I'm the senior sister! He has to call me senior sister!"

Chen Ping'an blinked his large, clear eyes, scratched his head, and gave a somewhat simple and honest smile.

What he was called didn't matter to him at all. The boss said she was a junior sister, and she wanted to be a senior sister, so be it. Anyway, he hadn't even entered the sect yet.

"Oh," he nodded, readily agreeing, and respectfully greeted Wang Zhu, "Hello, Senior Sister!" (End of Chapter)