Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

"Young man, you are too arrogant and sharp-edged."

The commotion caused by that sword strike was enormous.

Not to mention the sword light that almost sliced ​​through the entire vast sky.

The mere act of threatening the Second Saint and declaring that he would question the Sword Haoran Confucian Temple has stirred the hearts of countless people throughout the world.

The thought, "Damn it, I've wanted to do this for ages," filled the hearts of all the sword cultivators on the Sword Qi Great Wall.

Some sword cultivators are even now looking forward to Russell advancing to the fifteenth realm, so they can go and challenge the three founders of the religion.

The one who spoke just now was none other than the eldest sword immortal, Chen Qingdu. Because of this sword strike, the hearts of everyone in the entire Sword Qi Great Wall might begin to waver.

"This kid is not even a hundred years old yet," Xiao Xun said calmly beside Chen Qingdu.

She highly praised Russell's act of returning the sword to Zou Zi thousands of miles away and ignoring the Haoran Confucian Temple.

In this world of wicked scholars, fairness has become a joke. It is only the unruly and unrestrained swordsman like Russell who can teach them a lesson.

She even wished that Abbott had just stuck to Russell's position back then.

Then Haoran Confucian Temple rushed forward.

She will definitely have to help Russell out then.

The world is used to stability; it's time for some changes to happen.

……

"Is that guy surnamed Zou dead?"

Lizhu Cave Heaven.

Seeing that everyone remained silent, Wang Zhu assumed that Russell and Zou Zi had finished their battle, so he asked in the encrypted channel.

No one answered her words.

Because they were all secretly assessing what kind of situation they would face when confronted with this sword.

Just like when Zou Zi went to Ping An Shop, he was merely in a body outside of himself, and all he did was weigh things.

Russell didn't use his full strength in that sword strike either; it was merely a return gesture.

Neither of them used their full strength, but by observing subtle clues, they were able to deduce Russell's killing power to some extent.

It can only be said that such killing power is rare throughout history.

"He's not dead, but he's definitely not feeling well."

After a long while, it was Lu Chen who relieved Wang Zhu's embarrassment.

Zou Zi's weighing of the goods this time can be described as losing both his wife and his army.

"Oh, that's good." Wang Zhu grinned. "Now that Russell has won, shouldn't we settle the chips? Otherwise, I might go and complain to Russell."

"Humph."

Inside the blacksmith's shop, Ruan Qiong gave a cold snort, and two gold-copper coins flew out.

Then came the Yang Family Pharmacy and the Dragon Kiln, each with a glittering gold-copper coin.

It landed on the chessboard on Qi Jingchun's table.

According to the rules of mortals, the dealer gets half, so two gold coins ended up in Wang Zhu's pocket.

As for Lu Chen.

Just as Wang Zhu just said, ten copper coins are not enough to participate in the gambling game.

……

Outside the Lizhu Cave, Russell, who had unleashed the sword strike, indifferently swept his gaze across the massive crack that stretched across the vast sky and was being slowly repaired by the laws of heaven and earth, before turning back without a second thought.

Regardless of the uproar this sword strike would cause in the vast world, he only knew that he had delivered the sword strike, and his mind was clear and his Dao heart was transparent.

If you have any complaints, feel free to come and find him, and see if he can really split this world apart.

Inside the cave, the wind and snow had stopped.

Sunlight pierced through the thin clouds and spilled onto the snow-covered streets of the small town, the cobblestones reflecting a cool, clear light.

Russell walked leisurely, leaving no trace in the snow. After greeting his dear brother Dafeng, he strolled from the town gate toward his shop.

As we walked across the ancient covered bridge spanning the stream, a very faint yet exceptionally clear tremor suddenly came from the deep water beneath the bridge.

It sounds like the clash of metal, or the clear, melodious sound of a jade chime.

Russell paused slightly, standing in the middle of the covered bridge, a gentle smile playing on his lips, and asked, "What advice do you have for me, senior?"

The stream was silent for a moment, then the clear, resonant murmur rang out again, transforming into a clear and slightly ethereal female voice that echoed directly in Luo Su's heart, carrying a long-lost sense of approval: "You are very good."

Russell's smile deepened, and he readily accepted it: "Of course it's very good."

There was no further movement under the bridge. The ancient sword intent, like a stone thrown into a deep pool, rippled outwards before returning to silence.

Russell didn't linger long; he walked with his hands behind his back, and his figure quickly disappeared at the end of the alley.

The door of the peaceful shop was open, and warmth mixed with the scent of wood flowed out.

As soon as Russell stepped across the threshold, he saw Wang Zhu holding a bamboo basket full of emerald green locust leaves, like a little dragon guarding its food, glaring warily at Chen Ping'an who was peeking out from the side.

Chen Ping'an had a silly grin on his face, holding a few leaves with flowing gold patterns in his hand. Clearly, his "senior sister's treat" hadn't gone smoothly.

On the table, the wooden sculpture of Zou Zi's avatar had been carefully cleaned by Chen Ping'an and placed neatly in a corner of the long table, alongside the sculptures of Ye Fan, Xiao Yan, the monkey, Wang Mazi, and others carved by Luo Su, which showed a strange harmony.

"Boss!" Chen Ping'an, with his sharp eyes, immediately put down the locust leaf, stood up, and circled Russell twice to make sure there were no superficial injuries before asking, "Were you hit?"

Russell raised an eyebrow and retorted, "If we hadn't fought, would you disown me?"

"No way!" Chen Ping'an's face tightened, he straightened his chest, and said resolutely, "If the boss doesn't win, I'll help him get justice when my cultivation level is higher."

Russell smiled faintly and led Chen Ping'an and Wang Zhu to the backyard.

The snow in the back courtyard has been swept away.

Chen Ping'an sat cross-legged on the cold stone slab as instructed, his small back ramrod straight.

Over three years, Russell taught him to read and understand principles, and taught him to identify the 365 major acupoints, the twelve regular meridians, and the eight extraordinary meridians, so that he could become familiar with his own body as if he were a skilled butcher dissecting an ox.

Now is the time for things to fall into place.

"Calm down, focus your mind." Russell placed a finger on Chen Ping'an's forehead and said gently, "Use the breathing method I taught you before. While breathing, visualize the wooden sculpture of the sword immortal in your mind."

Chen Ping'an immediately closed his eyes, and his familiar breathing rhythm began, each breath long and deep. With each breath, he focused all his mind on his dantian, where a faint yet incredibly sharp intention was awakened.

"breathe--"

With each breath he took, the sharpness in his dantian shone a little brighter, as if being pumped by a bellows.

To outsiders, Chen Ping'an appeared to be emanating a faint yet dazzling white light. He seemed to have transformed into a newly forged, peerless sword, its sharpness fully revealed.

Finally, at the moment when the sharpness within his dantian swelled to its peak, almost bursting forth from his body—

"Buzz!"

A deep, resonant hum, like the slight tremor of a sword, emanated from Chen Ping'an's body.

He suddenly opened his tightly closed eyes, and two beams of light, as solid as metal, shot out from his eyes, piercing the air in the courtyard and slowly dissipating more than a foot away.

A sharp and unparalleled aura, like a stream thawing in early spring, flowed naturally around him.

Chen Ping'an blinked in disbelief, feeling an unprecedented surge of power within his body, as well as the sharp sword intent that lay dormant in his dantian, which he could wield with ease. His little face was filled with unbelievable joy: "Boss, have I broken through to the next realm? I'm at the Bronze Skin Realm?"

As he spoke, he subconsciously touched his arm and indeed felt that his skin and flesh seemed to have become much firmer.

"What copper skin? You've already entered the sixth realm." Wang Zhu stepped forward and tapped Chen Ping'an on the head.

This silly boy is really lucky. He's so dull, yet he managed to meet a great spiritual master like Russell.

With Chen Ping'an's overwhelming sword intent, even an ordinary eighth-realm cultivator would probably be no match for him.

"Then can I call the boss 'Master'?" Chen Ping'an asked in surprise.

According to the agreement between Russell and him, he could formally become Russell's disciple whenever he could break through to the next level.

"Then hurry up and call him," Russell chuckled.

"Master!" Chen Ping'an called out happily, Russell listened with pleasure, and Wang Zhu just found it amusing: "Russell, I want to learn too."

"Get lost." Without thinking, Russell gave Wang Zhu a flick on the forehead.

Wang Zhu let out a howl, rubbed his head, and retreated to the side.

She didn't care, since she had made money anyway.

Russell then said to Chen Ping'an:
"After the sixth realm, you will officially begin your journey of climbing the mountain. Next, I will teach you a new breathing method. After that, you will practice according to this new breathing method and hone your sword energy. When you can suppress the sword energy around your body in your acupoints until it is spotless and flawless, forming a sword essence, you will officially step into the seventh realm."

The five realms are divided into the sixth realm, the cave dwelling; the seventh realm, the sea-viewing realm; the eighth realm, the dragon gate; the ninth realm, the golden core realm; and the tenth realm, the nascent soul realm.

As the name suggests, the Cave Abode Realm requires cultivators to create a cave abode space within their own small world, from which they can truly and systematically refine the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and achieve the opening of their senses and absorption of energy.

Of the 365 acupoints in the human body, men need to open nine acupoints to reach the Observing the Sea Realm, while women need to open fifteen.

Therefore, the number of female cultivators stuck at this level is far greater than that of male cultivators, and correspondingly, the combat power of female cultivators at this level is also much stronger.

Of course, this only applies to ordinary people.

Chen Ping'an's nine orifices are quite different from those of others.

Nine is the ultimate number. If one cultivates the nine sword intents to their fullest potential, it will be enough for him to roam freely in the middle five realms.

After explaining the details of the cultivation process, Russell turned his attention to Wang Zhu.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Wang Zhu asked warily.

But then Russell's lips curled into a smile, and he slightly raised his hand. Wang Zhu clutched his brocade pouch tightly and shook his head firmly.

Russell didn't care. He simply squeezed his hand, and Wang Zhu felt his money bag become lighter. When he opened it, he found that two gold coins were missing.

"This is a gift from your senior sister." Russell placed the gold and copper coins in Chen Ping'an's hand. Chen Ping'an immediately smiled and bowed deeply to Wang Zhu: "Thank you, senior sister!"

Wang Zhu grinned, revealing a desperate smile.

Just then, a sound came from outside.

Russell stepped out from the back room, lifting the curtain, and his gaze fell on the newcomer.

A woman in her early thirties, dressed in simple clothes and with the marks of a life of hardship on her face, held a baby wrapped tightly in a thick blue swaddling cloth in her arms. Standing beside her was a young girl in her early teens, wearing a slightly worn floral cotton-padded jacket, her figure already showing signs of slenderness.

The girl had beautiful features, a delicate nose and cherry lips, and skin as white as snow; she was clearly a beauty in the making.

She stood there quietly, without saying a word, exuding a detached air that seemed beyond her years.

"Shopkeeper," the woman said with a smile, leaning inside while holding her child, "I brought my daughter out for a stroll, to see what interesting things you have here."

Russell smiled gently and said, "Take a look around, they're just little trinkets."

The girl's gaze swept over the many wood carvings, lingered for a moment on the carvings of Yang Jian and Zou Zi, and finally settled on a deserted corner.

There was only one wood carving there.

She wore a light-colored cross-collar robe, had a round face, and her hair was styled in a neat bun. Her hands were tucked into her sleeves, and she had squinted eyes and a smiling face.

She extended her slender, fair fingers without hesitation: "I want this one."

The woman followed her daughter's finger and saw a strange-looking scholar. She pursed her lips, clearly thinking he wasn't as valuable as the majestic tigers and beautiful birds beside him.

Russell took down the wooden carving of the river god and handed it to Li Liu on the table in front of him: "Cheng Hui, twenty taels of silver."

"What?!" Like a thunderclap from a clear sky, the woman's smile froze instantly, then her voice rose eight octaves: "Twenty taels of silver?! This is robbery!"

The baby in her arms seemed startled, shifting restlessly and making a soft whimper.

The woman held her child tightly in one arm, pointed at the river god's statue with the other, trembling with rage, her spittle almost landing on Russell's face.

"You're asking me for twenty taels of silver for this?! Shopkeeper, do you think we're easy targets? Zhang the carpenter at the east end of town only sold his large screen for eight qian! You, you..."

She was so angry that she could barely speak, and her face turned bright red.

Russell shrugged; he was only offering this price because of Li Huai.

Otherwise, even if the three founders of religions came, they would all accept two hundred gold coins.

The woman completely lost her temper, one hand on her hip, spitting as she shouted, "I think you're desperate for money! Let's go! Liu'er, let's go! We're not staying in this shady inn!"

As he spoke, he reached out to grab Li Liu's arm.

Li Liu remained silent for a moment before saying, "I can work here and exchange my wages for it."

The woman's movement of pulling her daughter froze in mid-air, her eyes wide with shock.

A laborer? In this run-down carpenter's shop? Just to replace a piece of wood?
Clearly, the deal fell through, and the woman grabbed Li Liu and ran off without stopping.

Until early the next morning.

Russell had just removed the shop's door panel when he saw the girl walking towards him from the other end of Qilong Alley, bathed in sunlight. He couldn't help but ask curiously, "Oh? Your mother agreed?"

“My father agreed.” As Li Liu spoke, an unassuming, middle-aged, honest man walked out from behind her, his straw sandals and trouser legs covered in mud.

"Well, Senior Luo, I'm entrusting my daughter to you now," Li Er said, scratching his head and smiling somewhat awkwardly.

"Aren't you afraid your wife will come here and cause trouble?" Russell asked, amused.

"How could that be!" Upon hearing this, Li Er immediately patted his chest and declared, "A real man keeps his word, both at home and outside!" (End of Chapter)