Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

Streaks of sword energy, seemingly real yet illusory, filled the entire sky.

Even a short distance away, every bush and tree seems like an enemy soldier.

Chen Ping'an gripped the wooden sword, gently rotating his wrist. The wooden sword drew a circle, and the countless sword shadows in the sky also drew a circle.

When the wooden sword finished drawing a circle and returned to its original position, the thousands upon thousands of sword shadows overlapped into one.

As the sword was delivered, heaven and earth seemed to unleash their killing intent, and Liu Zhimao felt the overwhelming sword energy rushing towards him.

boom!
The ghostly mist, upon touching the sword energy, screamed and dissipated.

Amidst the wailing of countless ghosts, Liu Zhimao stood floating in the air, silently looking down at Chen Ping'an.

The spherical aura surrounding him caved in under the impact of the sword energy, lasting less than two seconds before shattering with a bang, turning into a gentle breeze that swept up dust.

As expected of a disciple of the Sword Immortal, he possesses such skills at such a young age.

Liu Zhimao chuckled and thought to himself.

In his youth, a rogue cultivator like him would never have had such opportunities. He fought to the death for a fragment of the Intercepting River True Scripture, struggling and cheating his way up through hundreds of years before finally managing to reach the Nascent Soul Realm.

Without special circumstances, this is how life will end.

But for someone like Chen Ping'an, a scion of a powerful clan who has a strong backer, his destination isn't even an obstacle. At most, it's just a small hurdle on the path of cultivation. He can easily step over it by asking his master or elders for help.

The thought of it is infuriating.

With a flick of his sleeve, three dark red talismans appeared in his palm.

A cold wind howled, and the malevolent energy within a three-zhang radius around him was almost solidified. Suddenly, the three talismans ignited with ghostly blue flames.

It transformed into a hundred-foot-long black mist, within which countless ghosts howled and wolves howled, and countless vengeful spirits rushed towards Chen Ping'an.

These ghosts were no ordinary spirits; each one had been refined by him using secret methods.

Even a golden elixir would perish here under its tearing and biting.

Chen Ping'an remained calm and composed. His karmic fire ignited within him, and countless fine, transparent sword energies, as fine as cow hair, naturally burst forth from his body.

The vengeful spirits at the forefront touched the sword net, immediately letting out a shrill scream before turning into wisps of green smoke and dissipating.

Liu Zhimao didn't expect the talisman to have any effect, so he immediately changed his technique and summoned thirteen flying swords.

These flying swords had a unique shape, with runes engraved on their blades. They formed a strange pattern in the air, and then transformed into a blood-red talisman that blotted out the sky, pressing down on Chen Ping'an.

Even before the talisman landed, it caused the ground below to begin to crack.

A mountain peak was leveled, shockwaves spread, and the earth rippled like a tidal wave, the boundless force spreading in all directions. In an instant, mountains were broken, rivers changed course, and the terrifying earthquake crumpled the mountainous region into a rubble, ruthlessly transforming it into a new landscape.

The path of independent cultivators is truly wild...

In this move, Chen Ping'an at least saw Liu Zhimao fold the talisman, flying sword, and formation three times.

He is different.

He only used one sword.

The soaring sword force shattered the clouds in the sky.

As the sword light slashed down, a chilling white tiger formed from the Gengjin sword intent leaped out, its sharp claws tearing through the air and carrying overflowing sword energy as it charged forward to crash into the blood-red talisman.

In the midst of this chaos, Liu Zhimao suddenly split into three identical figures, appearing to Chen Ping'an's left, right, and rear.

Together with himself, they surrounded Chen Ping'an from the four directions: east, south, west, and north.

The four figures cast spells simultaneously. The massive talisman, which was almost shattered by the white tiger, solidified again, crushed the white tiger, and fell heavily to the ground.

The attack came too fast and too suddenly; Chen Ping'an had no time to dodge and was smashed to the ground.

Amidst the clanging sounds, a murderous aura erupted, and a merciless and chilling wave suddenly surged forth. The space trembled, emitting a mournful cry of unbearable strain, and countless spatial cracks spread out in dense patterns.

The immense pressure forced Chen Ping'an to half-squat down, leaning on his sword to force himself to straighten up. The sword intent protecting his body was nearly shattered by the impact.

"In the end, it is just a Golden Core that has been elevated by the rules. Its methods are insufficient and its sword intent is not yet fully developed."

Before he could finish speaking, Liu Zhimao appeared behind Chen Ping'an in a flash, and the instant Chen Ping'an turned around, he pressed a palm down on his chest.

Bang.

Chen Ping'an felt a cold and cunning force trying to penetrate his heart and lungs. He groaned and slid backward for more than ten feet, carving two deep furrows under his feet, until he crashed into a towering tree and finally stopped, vomiting a mouthful of blood.

The attack failed, and a hint of surprise flashed in Liu Zhimao's eyes. However, he did not stop, but formed hand seals, and black energy surged around his body.

Then he suddenly slapped his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood essence. The blood essence quickly transformed into a complex and strange rune in the air, and once the rune was formed, it was suddenly imprinted on his chest.

He let out a low roar, his aura surged, blood-red patterns appeared on his skin, and his eyes turned completely blood red.

In an instant, a mournful ghostly wail rang out from nowhere, and countless blurry, twisted black ghostly figures rushed out from the black mist, like maggots clinging to bones, wrapping around Chen Ping'an from all directions.

Chen Ping'an suddenly felt a wave of dizziness, as countless negative emotions and illusions tried to flood into his mind.

However, his resilience far surpasses that of his peers. He experienced many hardships in his early years and had his soul tempered daily by the sword immortal sculpture, making his soul far more stable than that of other cultivators at the same level.

He bit his tongue hard, the sharp pain instantly clearing his mind. Pure sword intent erupted from his body, and he shouted, "Disperse!"

Almost the instant the ghost howl was shattered, Liu Zhimao arrived. He grabbed Chen Ping'an's face and slammed him down heavily.

The moment Chen Ping'an's head touched the ground, the earth trembled as if a hundred beasts were stampeding, as if hundreds of cannons had exploded. The terrifying shockwave swept everything away, destroying everything in its path. The earth within a radius of a hundred feet seemed to sink.

Chen Ping'an simultaneously unleashed sword intent from his eyes, nose, and mouth. He suddenly grabbed Liu Zhimao's wrist, and in an instant, Liu Zhimao felt as if his right hand had been subjected to a thousand cuts. He could no longer hold on and tried to break free by loosening his fingers.

But Chen Ping'an didn't care about that. He gripped Liu Zhimao's wrist tightly with his left hand, threw the "killing" sword violently with his right hand, and then pressed down on Liu Zhimao's head with one arm, unleashing a torrent of sword energy close to his face.

With a loud bang, Liu Zhimao flew backward, his forehead ripped open, but no blood flowed out.

He adjusted his body in mid-air and suddenly ripped open the front of his clothes, revealing the dense runes underneath.

These runes seemed to move under his skin as if they were alive, eventually converging at his heart to form a hideous ghost face pattern.

"Fellow Daoist, wait a minute!"

Before Liu Zhimao could continue his attack, Chen Ping'an roared.

This sound caused Liu Zhimao, who was about to fight to the death, to pause slightly.

Is this kid trying to call a halt?
That’s not impossible…

He had too many concerns in this battle. If he had actually injured Chen Ping'an here, he didn't know how Russell would retaliate. If he stopped here and ended the match in a draw, it would be a way of giving Russell face, and things wouldn't get too ugly if they met again in the future.

As his mind raced, Liu Zhimao's magical power began to stagnate. Before he could even think of what to say, the Yin God's frantic warning made him quickly turn to the side.

But the two streaks of light behind him came too fast.

He only dodged one, the other pierced his chest, and although it didn't hurt his heart, it still severely injured him.

Liu Zhimao clutched his chest in disbelief, staring at the sword energy emanating from the gaping hole in his chest. He looked up at Chen Ping'an and the two swords, "Zhu Xian" and "Shou Ren," hovering beside him: "A dignified successor of a sword immortal, resorting to such despicable means! How can you face your master?!"

I'm proud of what my master taught me.

Chen Ping'an nodded silently to himself.

But this matter is clearly not something that should be discussed with outsiders.

He took a deep breath, and suddenly the world fell silent; the wind stopped and the clouds stood still.

Ripples spread through the air around the two swords.

Admittedly, whether in terms of the coordination of tactics or combat experience, he was completely outmatched by Liu Zhimao.

But as Liu Zhimao himself said, in terms of skill level, even a rogue cultivator like himself, who had a master, couldn't catch up.

Amidst the mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas, sword intent surged; ripples spread across the river; and a majestic wind rustled through the forests. One after another, tangible flying swords, formed from river water, rocks, and leaves, rose into the sky.

The next moment, the dragon roared, the clouds churned and surged like a raging torrent, and the two swords of Zhuxian, which killed people, spiraled out and stabbed towards Liu Zhimao.

Nine hundred flying swords, one against another, inexplicably stacked sword intent upwards from the end, until they reached the tips of the two swords, and a long dragon of sword energy was formed.

Liu Zhimao roared madly, and the ghost face on his chest suddenly opened its eyes, spewing out a jet-black beam of light. At the same time, he summoned all his protective magic treasures and cast all his defensive spells, with layers of black energy protecting him.

The beam of light was almost instantly destroyed the moment it encountered the dragon of sword energy.

then.

The protective aura shattered instantly!

The magical artifact wailed as it was shattered and pierced!
Liu Zhimao almost witnessed the sword pierce his chest, and then being slowly torn apart by thousands of sword energies, his soul and body annihilated together.

In an instant, the illusion shattered.

Chen Ping'an appeared alone in Gu Can's courtyard.

"Hey! Chen Ping'an, what about that old man? Did you kill him?!"

As soon as they landed, Gu Can hugged Chen Ping'an with great joy.

He's been hanging out with Chen Ping'an since he was a child.

Chen Ping'an was like a brother and a father to him.

Compared to an old man who had only met him once and had been speaking coldly to him and his mother, Chen Ping'an was the one he could truly rely on.

"Such a big killer from a child." Chen Ping'an patted Gu Can's head, looked at the almost fully formed dragon in the bowl on the table, and sighed softly.

Of the five elemental dragons, Wang Zhu kept the water-attribute dragon in a fish tank, while he gave the water-attribute one to Gu Can.

However, in terms of the master-servant relationship, he is still the master of these three dragons.

That's why Gu Can's mother conspired with Liu Zhimao to kill him.

"Chen Ping'an! What have you done?! Do you just not want Gu Canhao to be with you?!"

In the courtyard, the woman pointed at Chen Ping'an's nose and cursed.

Chen Ping'an glanced at her, and she immediately shut up.

Ignoring the woman, Chen Ping'an looked at Gu Can and asked, "I killed your master, causing you to lose a chance. You won't blame me, will you?"

"How could that be? That old man was obviously no good. I'd be overjoyed if you could kill him." Gu Can patted his chest and said happily, "Don't worry too much about opportunities. That old man said I have plenty of good fortune, so I won't miss out on this one."

"You little rascal." Chen Ping'an paused for a moment before saying, "I'll be going on a long trip in a few days. When I come back, I'll definitely make it up to you. I won't let you suffer any losses."

"What do you mean by 'losing out'? We're brothers, aren't we?"

If we're talking about who's at a disadvantage, it should be Chen Ping'an who's always been at a disadvantage. Gu Can remembers how many favors Chen Ping'an has done for her since she was a child.

"Okay, that's all for now. I'll head back now." Chen Ping'an nodded and left Gu Can's house.

When they got home, their mother had already prepared dinner, and Ning Yao was also back, staring at Wang Zhu, who had come over for a free meal.

"How did things go?" Chen Ping'an sat down between the two women, opposite his mother.

"Thanks to you, everything went very smoothly." Ning Yao said with a smile, "As soon as Master Ruan heard that I was the girl who was staying at your house, he agreed immediately without saying a word. His only request was that I take you far away after the town collapses."

"Sigh..." Chen Ping'an could only sigh and smile wryly.

On the other hand, Chen Shu was a little unsure of her son's thoughts. Seeing that he treated Ruan Xiu well, Wang Zhu very well, and even brought Ning Yao home to live, she simply treated her as a daughter-in-law.

After a while, Ning Yao found herself unable to resist Chen Shu's enthusiasm.

It wasn't until Chen Shu asked Ning Yao what kind of man she liked that Ning Yao perked up, a rare occurrence. She then bent her thumb, pointed to herself, and said with a radiant smile:
"The man I, Ning Yao, love must be the most powerful sword immortal in the entire world! The most powerful sword immortal in the entire world! What Taoist patriarchs, Buddhas, or Confucian sages, they must all bow their heads and make way for him before a single sword strike!"

Knowing that Ning Yao was a cultivator, Chen Shu had no doubts. However, Wang Zhu's expression changed several times upon hearing this, and the way he looked at Ning Yao became strange. He asked hesitantly, "You like Russell?"

As soon as he said that, the room fell silent.

Ning Yao herself choked on her own saliva and coughed repeatedly.

What Wang Zhu said wasn't actually wrong.

At least up to now, the only person who can achieve what Ning Yao described, or rather, the only one who, in the eyes of outsiders, has the potential to achieve what Ning Yao described, is Russell.

Seeing that the scene seemed a bit awkward, Chen Ping'an quickly changed the subject, saying, "Everyone says the town is going to collapse, so why haven't the three religions taken away the talisman?"

"Who knows? They might be observing Mr. Qi's attitude," Ning Yao said.

Qi Jingchun was, after all, a saint who was in charge of the cave heaven. Such a big thing as taking away the magic item should have been reported to him.

Taking it without asking is tantamount to slapping him in the face.

Boom!

Before Ning Yao could finish speaking, a muffled clap of thunder echoed from the distant horizon. (End of Chapter)