Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

"Hmm! You're smart enough to know what's good for you!" This address of "senior sister" made Wang Zhu feel completely comfortable. She tried her best to keep a straight face and maintain the dignity of a senior sister, but she couldn't suppress the upturned corners of her mouth.

Russell looked on and shook his head helplessly.

Wang Zhu's unruly and arrogant nature needs to be tempered by someone as naturally naive as Chen Ping'an, and he himself is happy to see this happen.

"Since you've acknowledged me as your senior sister, then your senior sister will definitely protect you. Judging from your appearance, you've just started cultivating, haven't you?" Wang Zhu coughed, continuing to maintain her senior sister image, standing with her hands behind her back and her back to Chen Ping'an, pretending to be an adult.

Chen Ping'an nodded obediently.

Wang Zhu chuckled, her gaze sweeping over an empty bamboo basket in the corner of the shop. Her eyes darted around, and she grabbed it, shoving it into Chen Ping'an's hand: "Come on! Your senior sister will take you to eat something delicious!"

After saying that, without waiting for Chen Ping'an's reply or not, she excitedly grabbed his arm and ran out the door.

"Hey! Boss!" Chen Ping'an stumbled as he was pulled, and quickly turned to look at his boss, only to see Russell shrug, clearly having no way to deal with this troublemaker. He could only jog to keep up with Wang Zhu's pace to avoid being pulled down.

Before long, Chen Ping'an was led, completely bewildered, to the center of the town, to the ancestral locust tree with its gnarled branches covered in thick snow.

The old locust tree stood silently, its branches strong and iron-like, bearing witness to countless years of memories in the town.

Wang Zhu released Chen Ping'an, tilted her small face up, and took a deep breath at the huge, silent tree canopy!

Then, to Chen Ping'an's astonishment, this newly promoted senior sister put her hands on her hips, opened her mouth, and unleashed a torrent of mouthfuls of saliva at the ancestral locust tree.

Her curses were crisp and loud, carrying a childlike innocence and a strange sense of self-righteousness, echoing far and wide in the quiet, snow-covered alley.

Several townspeople passing by looked over curiously upon hearing the noise. When they saw a strange little girl yelling at the old locust tree, they couldn't help but shake their heads and walk away, assuming it was just some naughty child.

However, just as Wang Zhu was getting into his tirade, a strange phenomenon occurred.

That silent ancestral locust tree, its massive canopy covered with thick snow, began to move without any wind.

The gnarled branches trembled slightly, emitting a low, sigh-like rustling sound.

Immediately afterwards, one after another, the lush green locust leaves with faint golden edges seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, fluttering down from the towering canopy.

The leaves fell one by one into the empty bamboo basket Chen Ping'an was carrying. In no time, the basket was filled with emerald green locust leaves that exuded a strange fragrance.

Seeing this, Wang Zhu stopped talking with satisfaction. Her little face was full of a smug look, as if she had accomplished a trivial matter. She clapped her hands as if she had accomplished something insignificant. She waved her little hand at Chen Ping'an, who was still in a daze, with great momentum: "It's my treat, eat as much as you want!"

Looking at the rather heavy bamboo basket in his hand, Chen Ping'an suddenly realized something, his eyes lighting up: "Oh! Cursing the ancestral locust tree will get you locust tree leaves!"

Uh?
Wang Zhu's smug expression faltered for a moment.

Why did you have this idea? But it's not wrong for her.

"This method is unique; it hasn't worked for anyone else."

Of course, in order not to be wrongly accused by Russell of corrupting the little guy and be punished, Wang Zhu quickly tried to make amends.

Upon hearing this, Chen Ping'an, who had been eagerly anticipating the challenge, immediately fell silent.

Oh, I see. Then forget it.

After sorting through the locust leaves they had received, Chen Ping'an and Wang Zhu prepared to return to the shop. However, they stopped in their tracks as soon as they took their first step.

"Did you hear that too, Senior Sister?" Chen Ping'an looked at Wang Zhu.

"That's strange. What kind of guests won't let us go back?" Wang Zhu frowned, feeling that something was amiss, but now was clearly not the time to dwell on it: "Do you have anywhere else to go?"

"How about we go find Liu Xianyang?" Chen Ping'an suggested.

"what ever."

……

After the snow, the streets of Qilong Lane were sparsely populated. Sunlight streamed through the newly pasted window paper, casting slanted spots of light on the muddy ground of Russell's shop.

Inside the peaceful shop, Russell stopped carving with his knife and looked up at the door.

A kind-looking man wearing a faded gray linen robe stood silently outside the threshold.

“A rare guest.” Russell put down his carving knife. “My little wood carving shop has actually attracted such an important person as Mr. Zou.”

A faint smile appeared on Zou Zi's face: "You flatter me. In front of a pure sword cultivator who is expected to reach the fifteenth realm, I am really not a big shot."

"Zou Zi is just standing outside like this, not even coming in to sit down?" Russell put down his carving knife, slowly stood up, and patted the wood shavings off his hands.

“Since you have invited me, then…” Zou Zi said, simply lifting his right foot and taking a step forward.

This step was taken silently.

But it was as if the very foundation of the world had been shattered.

"Om-!"

The humble shop where Russell was, along with the snowy scenery of Qilong Lane outside and the hustle and bustle of the town in the distance, were like reflections in water that had been thrown into a boulder, instantly distorted and shattered.

Low stools, long tables, wood carvings, window frames, mud floors... all the mundane things disappeared.

Instead, there is the boundless universe and starry sky.

The enormous nebula rotated slowly like a burning ribbon, with countless stars, some bright and some dim, radiating an ancient and desolate light.

In the vast starry sky, Zou Zi stood with his hands behind his back, at the other end of the starry sea, his robes fluttering, looking down at the endless and boundless starry sea all around.

“Isn’t Zou Zi afraid of breaking the rules?” Russell frowned.

"When did sword cultivators learn to follow the rules?" Zou Zi asked rhetorically.

“Tsk, you’re right.” Russell nodded in agreement.

then.

A wisp of sword light cleaved through the vast chaotic sea, creating ripples.

“Since you want to test me, Zou Zi, then show me some real skills. Otherwise, your incarnation might not be able to leave this Ping An Shop.”

"Chaos gave rise to Yin and Yang, Yin and Yang gave rise to the Five Elements, and thus this brilliant starry sky was created. Please enlighten me, fellow Daoist."

As Zou Zi responded, the moment his voice fell, the cosmic sea that Zou Zi had created with his supreme divine power suddenly came to life.

A vast nebula composed of billions of incandescent white stars suddenly collapsed and condensed inward.

Yin and Yang rotate, the Five Elements generate and restrain each other, stars are born and die... The immense power of the entire universe, in Zou Zi's single thought, transformed into a world-destroying torrent targeting Russell from all directions.

"Then, take the sword."

Russell whispered.

Four clear, resonant sword cries, seemingly capable of severing the river of time, suddenly exploded in this desolate cosmic sea without warning.

At this moment, the outside world.

Qi Jingchun, Old Man Yang, Old Man Yao, Sanshan Jiuhou, Li Liu, Lu Chen, Ruan Qiong, and others all looked up at the direction of Ping An Shop.

"What nonsense." Old Man Yang snorted and blew out another puff of smoke, which drifted away and circled around the Ping An Shop.

Qi Jingchun sighed and placed his chess piece on the board, sending the black and white pieces hurtling towards the alleyways surrounding the Ping An Shop.

"What do you all think? Who will win? Who will lose?" Master Sanshan Jiuhou's voice echoed in everyone's ears.

“A gold-plated copper coin, Zou Zi,” Old Man Yang said.

“A gold-plated copper coin, Russell,” Qi Jingchun spoke second, her tone equally unhurried.

"Two gold-refined copper coins, I bet on Zou Zi." Despite being surrounded by many powerful figures at the fourteenth realm, Ruan Qiong still slammed his sword down heavily, displaying a unique sense of heroism.

For no other reason than that he simply disliked Chen Ping'an.

“Amitabha, if that’s the case, this old monk will also bet on Zou Zi.” At the dragon kiln, Old Man Yao also joined the betting game. “This humble monk bets ten copper coins on Russell!” Lu Chen’s voice squeezed in from a corner.

"Copper coins!? Who's so stingy?" Wang Zhu's voice suddenly burst into the internal communication channel among the bigwigs.

Even Mr. Qi, who was known for his calm and composed demeanor, was taken aback.

This is a special encrypted channel, how did this girl manage to get in?

Wang Zhu herself didn't know, but it was as if after Russell taught her that Word of Power, the world in her eyes was quite different.

Just now, out of nowhere, a lot of noise started blaring around me.

Upon closer listening, it became clear that someone was making a bet on who would win between Russell and Zou Zi.

Everything was fine until some reckless guy bet ten coins. Ten coins? What the hell are you betting?

It seems like there's something wrong with this ability; why did she go silent after she finished speaking?

……

Endless starlight traverses the sea of ​​stars.

The sound of the sword's cry created ripples.

The overwhelming and domineering killing intent surged and rippled, causing the vast starry sky to tremble, and stars to extinguish, fall, and shatter one by one.

Russell coldly stared at the illusory universe before him.

The four immortal swords surrounding him overlapped, eventually transforming into a hazy sword light, which he grasped in his hand.

Sword energy surged like a sea, tearing the heavens apart and causing violent tremors between heaven and earth.

"I, Luo, will accept this avatar of Zou Zi."

Countless sword energies bloomed, and a terrifying aura of slaughter permeated the air.

"..."

Zou Zi remained silent. All he saw was the light of swords, their dazzling brilliance illuminating the entire illusory universe.

The next moment, the universe shattered.

Inside the peaceful shop, Russell waved his hand slightly, and Old Man Yang's smoke and Qi Jingchun's black and white chess pieces disappeared.

Where Zou Zi originally stood, only a wooden carving remains.

Just as Russell said, Zou Zi's visit was merely an avatar, and his purpose was simply to assess whether he was qualified to enter the fifteenth realm.

In Zou Zi's view, the change of dynasties at the foot of the mountain, the succession of sects on the mountain, and the contention of a hundred schools of thought such as Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism are not "big events". Whether the Wilderness World invades the Vast World, or the Azure Netherworld fights with the Outer Heavenly Demons, it doesn't matter. These worlds will remain the same no matter how much they fight.

But there was one thing he couldn't tolerate: the appearance of a pure sword cultivator at the fifteenth level.

Since the disappearance of the Heavenly Court's supreme ruler, the world has been dominated by the three fifteen realms: the Supreme Sage, the Dao Ancestor, and the Buddha Ancestor. The three realms have also shown a thriving trend, and no matter how many fourteen realms there are in the world, they cannot break the balance.

However, a pure sword cultivator at the fifteenth realm is different. Even the combined efforts of the three founders of the religion would be difficult to control. Power and land would inevitably be redistributed, followed by a series of chain reactions.

In addition, given the inherently lawless nature of sword cultivators, the appearance of such a lawless being is bound to cause chaos throughout the world.

Therefore, the best approach is to nip them in the bud before they grow up.

It's the same this time.

Zou Zi's starting point was not wrong, and the character he portrayed was a positive one, willing to give everything, including his own life, for this world.

But this has nothing to do with Russell.

All he knew was that someone had turned on him.

He stepped out of Ping An Shop and out of Li Zhu Cave.

Then, he drew his sword.

At first, this wisp of sword light was just a faint ray, as thin as a spider's thread, almost imperceptible against the backdrop of the vast starry sky.

The next instant, the faint light suddenly expanded and extended.

It disregarded the barriers of distance, pierced through the folds of space, and boldly plowed through the boundless sky above the vast world!

"Tsk-!"

A loud and sharp sound, as if the membranes of heaven and earth were being forcibly torn apart, resounded throughout the universe!

Throughout the vast world, cultivators and mortals, wherever they are, can witness this astonishing scene simply by looking up!
That sword light stretched from west to east, traversing the vast and boundless heavens!

Above the sky, a broken line running east to west, with edges as smooth as glass, remains.

The sword's magnificent power illuminates the heavens and the earth.

Countless sect strongholds, mountain peaks, riversides, bustling cities, and desolate wilderness—all cultivators who witnessed or sensed this sword strike, regardless of their cultivation level, were utterly horrified.

"Are you crazy!?"

A majestic voice entered this small world from the vast outside world. A large hand, clad in a green robe, emerged from the crack, pinching the sword light between two fingers. The two collided, stirring up an endless hurricane. The arm trembled, and the sleeve billowed, clearly indicating extreme effort.

"It is impolite not to reciprocate." Russell said calmly, "If you stop me, I will challenge the Sword Haoran Confucian Temple and see if my sword is sharp."

Above the sky, the demigod remained silent for a moment, sighed softly, and finally released his hand that was holding back the sword light.

A secluded island in the East China Sea, transformed into a blocky, pixelated landscape by a mysterious force.

The NPC with the words "Bai Ye" written above his head smirked, stopped farming, looked at the pixelated figure beside him, and chuckled, "What's wrong? Who upset you?"

"Guess." Russell rolled his eyes at Ye, then continued to swing the diamond-made axe and diligently chop at the tree.

The next moment, a calm voice, as resounding as a great bell, echoed deep within the souls of every living being.

The sound, resounding from the end of the crack, from the direction where the sword light vanished, boomed like thunder:
"Swordsman Russell, return the sword to Zou Zi!"

The roar, carrying an undeniable will, instantly overwhelmed all the noise and fear.

In the vast world, deep in a desolate mountain range, rarely visited by humans and lacking in spiritual energy.

A simple thatched hut was built against the mountain.

In front of the thatched cottage, there is a blue stone and a game of chess.

Zou Zi, dressed in a gray linen robe, sat upright in front of a stone, holding a black chess piece suspended above the chessboard, seemingly deep in thought.

The moment the sword light that pierced the sky tore through the clouds and its magnificent pressure poured down like the Milky Way from the heavens, Zou Zi's fingers, which were holding a chess piece, suddenly stopped.

The warm, black jade chess piece landed gently on the edge of the chessboard with a "thud," rolling into the dust.

He slowly raised his head, gazing at the sword light hurtling towards him. He put down the empty chess box in his hand, slowly stood up, dusted off non-existent dust from his robes, bowed slightly, and said, "I, Zou, accept the sword."

The moment the words fell, the dazzling sword light that tore through the vast sky and terrified all living beings descended.

The barren mountain remains the same barren mountain. The thatched hut remains the same thatched hut. The blue stone chessboard remains quietly in place, not even the black piece that rolled to the ground has moved an inch. The clouds and mist in the mountains still swirl around, and the birdsong in the forest remains crisp and clear.

Only Zou Zi, who was bowing and clasping his hands in front of the thatched hut, suddenly swayed, and a thin but bright red line of blood slowly seeped out from the center of his brow.

Zou Zi raised his hand, his withered fingertips gently brushing across the crack between his brows, leaving a striking crimson stain on his fingertips.

He looked at the bloodstains on his fingertips.

Sigh.

The sword is fine, but the person was too hasty. (End of Chapter)