Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

"Xiao Ping'an, the town is getting more and more chaotic. You must be extra careful when you travel."

In the room, Chen Shu gently patted her son's hand, offering him a heartfelt warning.

"Mother, don't worry. With Master around, no one in or outside the town will dare to mess with me."

Chen Ping'an maintained his gentle smile, showing no trace of the ferocious, demonic look he had just displayed.

After finishing lunch, he comforted his mother and put her to bed before hurriedly leaving to return to the pharmacy.

Wang Zhu didn't join them. Instead, he sat on a small stool next to the vegetable garden in the courtyard, looking up at the sky, eating locust leaves while wondering about Russell's whereabouts.

Not to mention Chen Ping'an, she hadn't seen Russell for a long time either.

And that guy named Li Liu too.

I really don't know what it is about this girl that attracts Russell so much that he goes in and out with her day and night.

To be honest, Russell's handling of this matter was rather unseemly. These were children you watched grow up, yet you could bring yourself to do such a thing.

Shameful! Utterly shameful!
boom!
As Wang Zhu was thinking, he suddenly felt someone flick his forehead.

The sound was particularly crisp.

"Alright! I knew you were still here! Where did you go? This town is doomed! Come back now!"

Wang Zhu covered the red mark left by the ejection and quickly got up, shouting to his surroundings.

“No rush,” Russell’s voice rang in her ear. “It’s not your turn yet.”

"Me? I have my own affairs?" Wang Zhu pointed to himself, his small eyes wide with astonishment.

She has always had a very clear understanding of her own position.

All she had to do was cling to Russell's coattails and live a life of leisure until Russell created his own paradise, at which point she could go in and become a spoiled rich kid.

They do nothing all day, live a life of luxury, and just wait to die.

Why do we need her to do things now?

"I will help you settle your karmic ties with this world," Russell continued. "If you are unwilling, then so be it."

"Yes! Of course I'm willing! What do you need me for?"

"I'll teach you a dance."

……

Ping An Pharmacy.

Chen Ping'an, who had rushed back here, went straight through the main room lined with medicine cabinets and pushed open the wooden door to the backyard.

One step in, and the world changes suddenly.

An endless void constructed of countless golden runes appeared before his eyes.

Hundreds of millions of intricate runes, like living things, slowly flowed through the void, flickering and fading, constantly being reborn in destruction, weaving a vast net of light that covered the heavens and the earth.

Chen Ping'an quickly walked to the center of the magic array and sat down cross-legged.

As he exhaled a breath of stale air, invisible and intangible flames began to blaze around him.

This fire is called the Fire of Karma, which ignites human desires and scorches the heart.

The sword intent he is currently practicing is called Seven Emotions.

He was fine at first; he had always controlled his emotions perfectly.

Joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, desire, and hatred—none of them could disturb his heartstrings.

Anger and hatred, in particular, seemed to be completely irrelevant to him from birth.

Unexpectedly, these two desires had accumulated to such a deep level.

And just then, they encountered Cai Jinjian, who wanted to take action against her mother.

That palm strike was like a spark thrown into boiling oil, instantly frying the whole pot of oil.

If it weren't for Mr. Qi's intervention, he would most likely have been consumed by anger and fallen into inner demons.

Fortunately, this can be seen as a blessing in disguise, as it has both vented emotions and alerted potential problems.

Before long, this world composed of talismans and restrictions began to slowly rotate.

Golden rays of light poured down from the illusory sky and landed on Chen Ping'an.

"Boom..."

At the same moment, the deep, resonant sound of wooden fish resounded from all directions.

Golden light, like fireflies, lingered in the air and coalesced into the image of a young monk wearing a red and yellow robe. He appeared to be under the age of 18, with a youthful face.

His gaze was compassionate and merciful, as if he loved everything in the world and pitied all its suffering.

Under the gaze of this young monk, the karmic fire on Chen Ping'an's body quickly extinguished, and the turbulent lake of his heart gradually returned to calm.

Thanks to the great wisdom Dharma image left by my master, otherwise I don't know how much more effort I would have had to put in.

Chen Ping'an slowly opened his eyes, feeling his seven emotions returning to normal, and thought to himself.

With a wave of his hand, Chen Ping'an concealed the space and walked out of the backyard. Just as he was about to open the door, a figure appeared in front of it, knocking and asking, "Is Chen Ping'an there?"

That voice... Master Lu Chen? Why are you in such a hurry to find me?
For no apparent reason, Chen Ping'an opened the door.

At a glance, one could see the woman in black robes lying on the cart. She was wearing a veil, so her face was not visible, and she smelled of blood, indicating that she must have been seriously injured.

"Phew, I'm glad you're here. Please help me save her." Lu Chen wiped non-existent sweat from his forehead and said hurriedly.

"Why did you decide to send him here?" Although Chen Ping'an found it strange, he didn't think much of it and helped Lu Chen lift the person onto the small bed in the shop.

Logically speaking, it should have been sent to Yang's Pharmacy.

"She came from the Great Wall of Sword Qi. No one in the town was willing to save her. After thinking it over, I realized that only you could save her. It just so happens that you are also studying medicine, so it just so happens that you can make your first sale here."

"Uh, I think you should appease this one first." Just as Chen Ping'an was about to make his move, he saw the flying sword beside the girl restless in its sheath.

It was as if it was saying that if Chen Ping'an dared to take off a woman's clothes, it would jump out and stab him with a thousand transparent holes.

"Give me the sword! You just need to save this girl!"

Lu Chen slapped his thigh, grabbed the scabbard with one hand and the hilt with the other, and rushed out of the shop without saying a word.

Chen Ping'an's lips twitched. He had a feeling that this person was setting him up. No, he was definitely setting him up.

But it's not a big problem.

With his mentor Bertrand Russell by his side, he didn't care how much they tricked him.

There's a limit to both sides, so it won't really harm him.

He first lifted the girl's veil, revealing a pale face covered in blood.

Although the girl wasn't pretty, one glance was all it took.

He saw that the girl's eyebrows resembled distant mountains.

A ticking sound.

It was as if something had entered the lake of his heart, creating ripples.

"Rescue!"

Bang!
Chen Ping'an's head was struck with a chisel.

Oh right! Help!
Realizing what had happened, Chen Ping'an quickly turned the girl over, examined her wounds briefly, and then got up to get medicine from the medicine cabinet.

"Master, where have you been? I haven't seen you for so long," Chen Ping'an asked.

"I'm currently visiting the capital of Dali with your junior sister. After we're done here, we plan to go to the Sui Dynasty," Russell said.

"You're really taking it easy." Chen Ping'an's lips twitched. Sure enough, his master had eloped with his junior sister. "What about the town? What about your dearest disciple?"

"There is no hope, just wait to die."

"..."

“Once things are settled in this town, you should also travel around this place,” Russell continued.

"Disciple understands." Chen Ping'an nodded.

He had already discussed it with his mother and planned to travel far away in the next few years. "That's good. Your master is leaving now. Remember, when you're traveling, if you can't beat someone below the Golden Core stage, don't say you're my disciple. If anyone above the Golden Core stage dares to attack you, no matter where you are, just call out your master's name."

"Disciple knows."

As soon as he finished speaking, the fluctuations of the divine sense transmission in Chen Ping'an's mind dissipated completely.

Chen Ping'an prepared the medicine, put it into a pot, and simmered it over a low flame.

Then, he went to the girl's side, first slightly opening her torn clothes to reveal the wound, then took out a silver needle, attached silk thread, and carefully sewed it up, following the texture of her skin.

After sewing, he fetched some clean water and used a towel to wipe the blood off the girl's face.

After he finished doing all that, he sat down next to the medicine pot and watched the fire.

After about fifteen minutes, the girl slowly woke up, looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings, and finally focused her gaze on the boy not far away.

"Did you save me?" the girl asked.

Chen Ping'an replied, "It was Daoist Lu Chen who found you and brought you here. Please wait a little while; the medicine will be ready soon."

The girl nodded slightly, then asked, "Where is my sword?"

“When I rescued you just now, it tried to stab me, but Master Lu Chen took it out,” Chen Ping’an continued.

Sinking?

Not familiar.

Having confirmed that she did not know the Taoist named Lu Chen, Ning Yao stretched her hand out towards the outside.

The next moment, a gust of wind blew.

The flying sword, scabbard and all, flew back from the outside world.

"Oh right, I haven't introduced myself to you yet. My father's surname is Ning, and my mother's surname is Yao, so my name is Ning Yao."

"Uh, my father's surname is Chen, and my mother's surname is also Chen, so..."

So your name is Chen Chen?

"No, that's why my name is Chen Ping'an."

"A very nice name."

"Thank you."

"..."

Oh no, this is so awkward...

Chen Ping'an's brain started working at lightning speed, recalling the dating tips Russell had taught him, trying to salvage the slightly awkward atmosphere.

"What brings Miss Ning here?"

Ning Yao casually said, "I heard that Master Ruan, the best swordsmith in this continent, plans to open his furnace here to forge swords, so I followed him all the way here, hoping that he can help me forge a sword."

"Uh..." Chen Ping'an was speechless.

"What? You know Master Ruan?" Ning Yao asked curiously, noticing Chen Ping'an's strange expression.

"If you're looking for Uncle Ruan, it's best not to mention my name," Chen Ping'an said after coughing.

"Why? Do you have a grudge against him?" Ning Yao became even more interested.

Judging from Chen Ping'an's kind face, he's not the type to cause trouble.

“According to my master, Uncle Ruan is a doting father to his daughter.” Chen Ping’an looked up at the window.

"Oh~ you started this relationship and then abandoned me?" Ning Yao raised an eyebrow, her eyes turning strange, as if to say, "So this is the kind of person you are, Chen Ping'an."

"How could that be!" Chen Ping'an retorted loudly, then explained in a low voice, "Xiuxiu and I are childhood sweethearts, I treat her like a younger sister."

“You treat her like a younger sister, but she might not treat you like a older brother.” Ning Yao’s lips curled up slightly, as if she was very satisfied with the story Chen Ping’an shared.

Seeing that Ning Yao remained silent, Chen Ping'an also kept quiet.

He poured the medicine from the medicine pot into a bowl, handed it to Ning Yao, and then asked, "Miss Ning, do you have a place to stay?"

Ning Yao shrugged: "The inns in the town are all full."

Upon hearing this, Chen Ping'an's heart skipped a beat, and he said as if possessed, "If you have nowhere to go, why don't you come to my house?"

"?" Ning Yao was stunned.

"?" Chen Ping'an was stunned.

Wang Zhu, who was about to call someone at the door, was even more stunned.

"Ah, no, what I mean is, you can stay at my house. I'm worried about my mother being home alone." Chen Ping'an was unusually flustered, and he couldn't even speak properly.

This delighted Wang Zhu, who was standing outside the door.

If she remembered correctly, since Chen Ping'an began honing the Seven Emotions Sword Intent three years ago, apart from the outburst of rage just now, he hadn't experienced such a large emotional fluctuation.

"Aren't you afraid I'm a bad person?" Ning Yao retorted.

“How could that be?” Chen Ping’an stared at Ning Yao and said earnestly, “Miss Ning is an excellent person.”

Tsk, so glib.

Listening from outside, Wang Zhu felt that Chen Ping'an's thinking had gone terribly wrong; he must have been corrupted by that old scoundrel Russell. He paused, turned around, and headed towards the blacksmith's shop.

After taking the medicine at the pharmacy and meditating for a while, Ning Yao's complexion visibly improved.

At least there was some color in it.

"Hmm, where do you live?" Ning Yao thought about it carefully and decided to stay at Chen Ping'an's house for the night.

Just as Chen Ping'an believed she was a good person, she also believed in her feelings for Chen Ping'an.

"It's in Mud Bottle Alley." Chen Ping'an smiled and helped Ning Yao get up from the bed.

The flying sword tried to stop it, but Ning Yao gave it a hard knock, and it immediately gave up.

"This sword is quite spiritual," Chen Ping'an remarked casually.

I don't mean to envy, I just find it interesting.

He has been using wooden swords until now, except that the number of them has increased from one to four.

They are respectively: Zhuxian (诛仙), Zhanyao (斩妖), Jiemo (除魔), and Shaman (杀人).

Unfortunately, he never encountered any of them, whether they were immortals, demons, or monsters.

As for people, he has never killed anyone.

"Your master never gave you a flying sword?" This time it was Ning Yao's turn to be curious.

Although cultivation levels are suppressed due to the rules in a small town, the feeling is probably right.

Chen Ping'an's cultivation level should be about the same as hers.

The master who could teach Chen Ping'an to be like this must be no ordinary person.

How could he not even give his disciple a flying sword?

That's a bit too stingy.

"They gave me four wooden swords." Chen Ping'an pointed to the sword box he had placed in the corner of the wall.

Ok?
Ning Yao looked at the design of the sword case and felt a strange sense of familiarity, as if she had seen it somewhere before...

In a daze, her memory returned to ten years ago, atop the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

"Is your master surnamed Luo?" Ning Yao asked with certainty.

"Miss Ning knows my master?" Chen Ping'an's eyes widened.

He only knew that his own father was powerful, but he didn't expect his reputation to be so great.

"You're actually his disciple!" Ning Yao's eyes gleamed, and when she looked at Chen Ping'an again, a burning fighting spirit ignited in her eyes: "No way, you have to fight me once we get out!"

Chen Pingan shook his head: "I don't know how to fight."

"I teach you."

"Okay!" (End of Chapter)