Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

"I..." Ruan Xiu opened her mouth, but was immediately stumped by the question.

"Sister, tell him you're his sister," Wang Zhu secretly advised.

Ruan Xiu, as if grasping at a straw, blurted out without thinking, echoing Wang Zhu's words, though her voice lacked confidence: "I...I'm his sister..."

"Oh?" Ning Yao's smile deepened. She took two steps forward, approaching Ruan Xiu, tilted her head slightly, and examined her flushed cheeks. She teased, drawing out her words, "Sister? Is she my biological sister, or... my lover?"

Ruan Xiu's mind went blank for a moment, her cheeks flushed red like ripe fruit, even her ears burned, her lips trembled, and she couldn't utter a single word. She felt her heart pounding wildly, feeling both flustered and embarrassed.

Seeing her desperate attempt to hide herself, Ning Yao found it amusing, but noticing how embarrassed she was, she stopped teasing her, chuckled, and softened her tone as she explained:

"Alright, alright, I'm not teasing you anymore. My name is Ning Yao, and I come from a very far place. I'm here to have Master Ruan forge a flying sword, and I'm staying with Chen Ping'an for a few days. Don't worry, I don't like him."

She spoke these words with utter frankness; at least up to now, she still didn't like it.

It turns out they were just looking for lodging... they came to have their father forge a flying sword for them...

Upon hearing this, Ruan Xiu's heart, which had been in her throat, suddenly settled back down, and she breathed a long sigh of relief.

Her feigned toughness relaxed, and a gentle, slightly naive smile returned to her face. She quickly said, "So that's how it is. My name is Ruan Xiu, and Ruan Qiong is my father."

Seeing the girl's significant change, Ning Yao couldn't help but sigh that love truly makes people blind: "I've heard Chen Ping'an mention it, and I'm planning to visit him tomorrow."

Ruan Xiu was in a great mood at the moment. Upon hearing about the sword-making, she immediately said enthusiastically, "Don't wait until tomorrow, let's do it now. I'll put in a good word for you then. Although Father's temper can be a bit strange at times, he still listens to me!"

"Then thank you very much, Miss Ruan." Ning Yao immediately clasped her hands in a fist salute with delight.

The saying goes, "It's easier to get things done if you have connections in high places." These days, without a powerful backer, it's hard to get anywhere.

She had long heard that Ruan Qiong, the successor to the emperor for the next sixty years, had an eccentric temper. If Ruan Xiu could say a few good words for her, her chances of success would be greater.

Sunlight streamed into the courtyard, and the subtle tension from just moments before vanished.

Chen Ping'an also came out at this moment and saw Ruan Xiu standing in the courtyard talking with Ning Yao. The first thing that popped into his mind was the word "it's all over".

What came to mind was my master's wise words: You can't hide liking someone, but if you like two people, then you have to hide it.

But he quickly realized that he and Ruan Xiu were completely innocent, and he and Ning Yao were completely innocent too. So what was he afraid of? He coughed and, as if nothing had happened, went up to greet them one by one.

The three of them were enjoying themselves immensely, creating a harmonious atmosphere.

That's it?

Wang Zhu, hiding behind the light and shadow, pursed his lips, feeling that the excitement had ended too quickly.

Why didn't a fight break out? She wants to see rivers of blood!
Ruan Xiu is supposed to be the reincarnation of the God of Fire? He's really not worth talking to!
They've already come to our doorstep, they've even moved into Chen Ping'an's house, yet he still doesn't dare to go up and slap Ning Yao across the face.

From now on, it will probably be a wasted life.

Alas, it's a pity we won't get to see the show...

As the light and shadow shifted, the gate to Russell's courtyard opened and closed unnoticed.

“I’m planning to go with Miss Ruan to pay my respects to Master Ruan. Chen Ping’an, would you like to come along?” Ning Yao asked.

"I'll pass, but if Master Ruan sees me, he'll probably chase me away with a hammer again," Chen Ping'an said awkwardly, waving his hand.

This isn't just him making things up; Master Ruan really did it.

They even went so far as to claim they were helping him hone his swordsmanship.

Over the past few years, he and Liu Xianyang have traveled to almost every corner of the town, except for the sword forging workshop by the stream, which they have visited every time.

He was terrified of seeing Ruan Qiong and getting a good beating from him.

Ruan Xiu obviously thought of this past event as well, and burst out laughing, which earned her a series of eye rolls from Chen Ping'an.

And so, Ruan Xiu and Ning Yao went to Master Ruan's sword forging workshop, while Chen Ping'an also left home, as he had another matter to attend to.

It didn't take long.

At Gu Can's house, a woman who was packing her luggage suddenly heard a knock on the door.

She turned around in surprise and looked at the old hermit sitting at the wooden table outside.

Liu Zhimao looked down at the newly forked, deep line on his palm, his face grim, and shook his head.

The knocking stopped quickly.

The woman was just about to breathe a sigh of relief.

But the next moment, a sword light flashed.

With a loud crash, the woman, pale-faced, watched as her door was smashed open from the outside.

Chen Ping'an walked in from outside, carrying a sword box on his back and wielding a wooden sword to "kill".

"Chen Ping'an! What brings you here?"

As soon as Gu Can, who was huddled in the corner, saw Chen Ping'an approach, she burst into tears, grabbed his sleeve with both hands, and choked out:

"You came to save me, right? This old man, I don't know if he's a god or a ghost, he's terrifying. First, he led me into the white bowl, and then that loach suddenly became huge, much bigger than my family's big water vat..."

"Good boy, I'll play with you later," Chen Ping'an rubbed Gu Can's head, ignoring the woman who was standing there at a loss, and stared at Liu Zhimao, coldly saying, "Was that the magic you used just now?"

Liu Zhimao sighed; what was bound to happen had finally happened.

In order to accept Gu Can as his disciple, he went to great lengths and risked sacrificing decades of his cultivation in Mud Bottle Alley to successfully tamper with things three times.

The first time was when Cai Jinjian was sent to find that beautiful woman and ask for directions.

The second time, the spell affected Cai Jinjian's emotions, causing her to take action against Chen Shu.

The third time was to plant a talisman on Chen Ping'an.

Although the talisman was not successfully cast, the connection between it and Chen Ping'an had been established, and the killing intent was revealed.

If Chen Ping'an's master is that person, it wouldn't be hard to understand why he would be discovered.

Without the slightest hesitation, Liu Zhimao placed his palms together, bowed deeply, and showed utmost sincerity.

"My previous actions were all to ensure that there would be no mistakes in the matter of accepting disciples. If you have any dissatisfaction, please feel free to speak up. I will do my best to satisfy you and will not argue with you. I only hope to quell your anger."

It would be absolutely impossible for a Nascent Soul cultivator to bow and pay respects to a Dragon Gate Realm sword cultivator under normal circumstances.

But the problem lies in the fact that this Nascent Soul cultivator was all alone, while this Dragon Gate Realm sword cultivator had an incredibly powerful background. With such a behemoth backing him—one who dared to openly challenge the entire Vast Confucian Temple and escape unscathed—the Nascent Soul cultivator was nothing more than a stray dog ​​on the roadside, easily crushed with a single step.

"What if I insist on taking your life?" Chen Ping'an's tone remained unchanged.

Liu Zhimao maintained his original bowing posture and calmly said:
“Young Master would not do such a thing. Although I did use some methods, I did not cause any substantial harm to Young Master or Young Master’s mother. Since that is the case, it is better to turn hostility into friendship.”

He never imagined that Chen Ping'an would try to kill him.

Because this is not in accordance with common sense.

The difference between the Dragon Gate Realm and the Nascent Soul Realm is more than just a little bit.

Even if this kid has some powerful magic weapon protecting him, it's impossible for him to cross two major realms.

Furthermore, as he just said, neither Chen Shu nor he suffered any substantial damage.

The sage who presides over this small town is Qi Jingchun, a genuine Confucian sage.

He also believed that Russell would not offend Qi Jingchun for the sake of a mere disciple.

If Russell were to make a move against him, it would be breaking the rules, and he was confident that Qi Jingchun would not stand idly by.

The best outcome would be for him to pay enough compensation and settle the matter.

He was prepared for heavy bleeding.

But Chen Pingan silently shook his head.

Some things cannot be measured by terms like value, rationality, or equivalence.

Cai Jinjian was merely a tool in someone else's hands; he could punish him and then let him go. But Liu Zhimao, the mastermind, was someone he would never allow to leave the town.

"Is the young master truly prepared to fight to the death?" The humility on Liu Zhimao's face vanished, replaced by a gloomy expression: "Young master should think carefully. No matter what, I am a Nascent Soul cultivator. If we really start fighting, it is still uncertain who will live and who will die."

Chen Ping'an suddenly grinned and said, "You just said you're a Nascent Soul cultivator, right?"

"Master!"

As soon as the two words were spoken, the wind seemed to stop.

The coldness on Liu Zhimao's face suddenly froze.

The next instant, an extremely subtle stream of light traversed countless miles of void and silently descended upon this place.

Before Liu Zhimao could even react, he felt the surrounding scenery suddenly distort, and an irresistible force enveloped him. In the midst of the dizziness, his consciousness seemed to be thrown into a high-speed spinning vortex.

When he suddenly came to his senses, he was horrified to find that he was no longer in that ordinary small town courtyard.

At first, there was nothingness before my eyes, then it was as if someone had unfurled a scroll, revealing an incomparably desolate and chilling world. It suddenly appeared in the void.

The sky was dark and oppressive, and the earth was covered with countless broken swords, densely packed and stretching as far as the eye could see.

In the air, clusters of terrifyingly solidified sword intents, like living ghosts, wandered and collided in this place.

Simply by being there, Liu Zhimao felt as if countless fine needles were piercing his acupoints, his mind and consciousness were buzzing, and his vast Nascent Soul cultivation was like a dam bursting, flowing out in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, he returned to the Golden Core level.

At the same time, Chen Ping'an's figure also appeared not far away opposite him.

Unlike Liu Zhimao's panic and disarray, the boy seemed to have adapted well to the terrible environment.

What made Liu Zhimao's pupils shrink even more was that Chen Ping'an's aura was rising steadily, eventually stopping firmly at the threshold of the Golden Core Realm.

"How could this be!" Liu Zhimao looked around in disbelief, his scalp tingling and his whole body turning ice-cold. "How could you do this right under Qi Jingchun's nose!?"

Who is Qi Jingchun? He is the third disciple of the Sage of Literature and the most promising peerless expert in the world to enter the fifteenth realm.

His formidable reputation was so great that even a rogue cultivator like Liu Zhimao had heard of him.

How could he let Russell make a move right under his nose?!
"If I remember correctly, less than an hour has passed."

Russell's voice rang out, sounding rather speechless.
He hadn't even finished his dumplings when Chen Ping'an started causing trouble.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Liu Zhimao, an old acquaintance.

In the original story, Chen Ping'an did not pursue the wrongdoing of this enemy who had harmed him, and in the end, he allowed him to become a great cultivator in the Jade Purity Realm.

In this world, Chen Ping'an adheres to the principle of revenge, and he takes his sword to eliminate any potential threats. He never holds a grudge for long, as long as there is a way.

"Isn't this a sign of a disciple's trust in his master?" Chen Ping'an said with a light laugh.

"Hmph." Russell snorted and said to Liu Zhimao, "I'll give you a chance. You and my disciple are both Golden Core cultivators now. If you can defeat Chen Ping'an here, not only will the past be wiped clean, but I will also give you an opportunity that will allow you to safely advance to the Upper Five Realms."

"Is this true?!"

In his desperate situation, upon suddenly hearing the words "opportunity in the upper five realms," Liu Zhimao's heart pounded wildly, his eyes turned bloodshot, his breathing became rapid, and his immense fear was instantly replaced by an even more intense greed.

Those who practice as independent cultivators are all living on the edge, risking their lives.

Not only can we escape with our lives, but we can also gain an opportunity. Why not take it?
Furthermore, the opponent was just a young man who had just reached the Golden Core Realm by taking advantage of the convenience of this place. Even if he was a bit strange, how could I, with my hundreds of years of experience, knowledge, and killing skills accumulated in the Nascent Soul Realm, be unable to do anything to a mere kid in the same realm?
"If you don't take it seriously, what can you do about it?"

After he finished speaking, Russell's voice disappeared.

"Fine! If that's how it is," Liu Zhimao suddenly looked up, his eyes no longer showing fear, but only the fierce light of a crazed gambler, staring intently at Chen Ping'an, "Kid, don't blame me! Blame it on the fact that your master offered such an attractive prize!"

Chen Pingan slowly raised the murderous sword in his hand and smiled, "Come on."

Before he finished speaking, Liu Zhimao let out a sharp roar, and black light surged around him. Even though he was suppressed to the Golden Core Realm, the purity of his magic power and the skill in its application were far beyond what ordinary Golden Core cultivators could match.

He pointed his fingers like a knife, and a highly refined Yin Sha Blade Qi, accompanied by a shrill sound of tearing through the air, slashed straight at Chen Ping'an's face.

Chen Ping'an twirled the wooden sword in his hand, conjuring up a hundred flying swords with sword energy like rainbows.

The sword energy and the blade aura clashed violently, producing a piercing tearing sound. The remaining sword energy continued to shoot forward, forcing Liu Zhimao to dodge to the side, and a tear was cut in the corner of his clothes.

Liu Zhimao snorted coldly, not finding it too strange.

Sword cultivators are the most lethal faction among cultivators.

He frantically made hand seals, and the black energy around him transformed into countless twisted and wailing ghostly figures, surging towards Chen Ping'an from all directions.

Chen Ping'an simply raised his sword to the sky, and in an instant, sword energy filled the heavens and earth. (End of Chapter)