Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

The fine rain, like smoke and mist, shrouded the entire town in a hazy mist.

The Lizhu Cave Heaven landed safely and became the present-day Lizhu Town, which has no impact on the town's residents.

Things will remain the same as before, and will continue to be the same in the future.

The same applies to Chen Ping'an.

He plans to travel in a few days and would like to ask Miss Ning if she would like to come along.

He thought that since Miss Ning was going to travel 100,000 miles anyway, she might as well accompany him for a while, so that he could look after her.

"Chen Ping'an."

Inside Ping An Pharmacy, Chen Ping An was contemplating whether to sell the shop to the doctor from Manager Yang's family when he heard someone knocking on the door. He looked up and saw Qi Jingchun.

"Mr. Qi."

Chen Ping'an looked at Mr. Qi today. After the tribulation, his aura became fragmented, like a piece of glass that had been broken and glued back together with adhesive. It seemed to be no different from before, but in reality, it would shatter at the slightest touch.

"You don't look well," Chen Ping'an said with some concern.

"It's all thanks to your senior sister that I escaped with my life," Qi Jingchun replied with a smile, seemingly unconcerned about her own condition.

The saying goes, "Be content with your lot and find joy in whatever you are," and his temperament has greatly improved over the past sixty years.

"How is my senior sister?"

What was initially just suspicion has now become a confirmation from Mr. Qi. Even knowing that Russell's methods were involved, Chen Ping'an couldn't help but worry.

After all, this matter could put the life of someone like Mr. Qi, who is at the fourteenth realm, in danger. No matter what, Senior Sister's true form is only at the Nascent Soul stage.

“She was injured, but her condition has stabilized and she is now asleep. I plan to take her to Mr. Yang's place to recuperate. If you are free, you can come with me for a while,” Qi Jingchun replied.

"Thank you, Mr. Qi." Chen Ping'an nodded, put down the medicinal herbs in his hand, took the key, closed the door, and followed Mr. Qi to take Wang Zhu from the school. They carried him on a stretcher and headed towards Yang's shop.

In the main room of Yang's shop in the backyard, Old Man Yang was gently tapping the table with his old pipe.

Seeing Chen Ping'an enter with Qi Jingchun, he sighed softly, stood up unhurriedly, one hand behind his back, the other holding a pipe, and walked up to Qi Jingchun, his voice hoarse as he mocked:
"The Great Sage Qi barely escaped with his life. Why shouldn't he be recuperating here? What is he doing here?"

"I've come to tell you about my choice, sir, and also to ask for your help with this girl," Qi Jingchun said, bowing.

At this moment, Wang Zhu's entire body was cracked like porcelain. Although these cracks were healing at an extremely slow speed that was invisible to the naked eye, judging from Wang Zhu's expression in his dream, he was clearly not having a good time.

"Heh, I didn't take action three thousand years ago, so what makes you think I'll save her today?"

The old man took a puff of his homemade pipe, ignoring whether Qi Jingchun answered him or not, and after observing Wang Zhu's current state, clicked his tongue and said:
"He is quite fortunate to have gained the favor of both Russell and you, and to have received such an opportunity. After this, he will at least reach the Ascension Realm, so he will no longer need to fear Chen Qingliu."

"Mr. Yang, is my senior sister alright?" Chen Ping'an was completely confused, not knowing what kind of riddle the two big shots were playing.

"He won't die." The old man shrugged, tapped Wang Zhu's shoulder with his old pipe, and then tapped his arm and leg twice each.

In an instant.

The girl's expression relaxed, and she began to snore loudly.

"This girl is more pleasing to the eye when she's asleep, unlike when she's awake. She takes advantage of having someone back her up and starts cursing all the time." Old Man Yang complained, then looked at Chen Ping'an: "If you're comfortable with this, she can stay with me for a while."

"Of course I'm at ease." Chen Ping'an cupped his hands in greeting. "Then I'll have to trouble Mr. Yang."

Old Man Yang nodded in satisfaction and said gently to Chen Ping'an, "Get lost, I still have some things to discuss with Sage Qi."

"Alright!" Without saying a word, Chen Ping'an carried the sword box and ran outside.

Old Yang has been foul-mouthed for a long time, and his favorite thing to do these past few years has been watching his senior sister and Old Yang argue.

This taught him a lot of conversation skills, and he plans to practice on a sarcastic person when he has time.

"You've taken a liking to this kid?" Old Man Yang asked meaningfully as he watched Chen Ping'an's figure recede into the distance.

"Is there anything wrong with Chen Ping'an?" Qi Jingchun said with a light laugh, "In the end, you have to let go."

“But what you say doesn’t count,” Old Man Yang sneered.

These scholars love nothing more than to mystify and be self-righteous.

He had faced the heavenly tribulation alone before, and now he had brought this kid to see him again.

Does he really have no other choice?
There was no point in saying more than necessary, and after stabilizing Qi Jingchun's situation, Old Man Yang sent the man away.

Returning to his seat, Old Yang gazed at the growing rain outside. The heavy raindrops pounded against the courtyard floor, making a pattering sound. The old man's expression was somewhat melancholic.

"So many years have passed, and after picking and choosing and looking for so many people, I never expected that the one I had the least hope for would have such a turn of luck."

……

Under the covered bridge.

As is customary, Chen Ping'an came here to comprehend swordsmanship.

The rain intensified.

The stream churned and splashed, and beneath the surface, it seemed as if clumps of water plants were swaying.

Chen Ping'an ignored all of that.

He remained seated cross-legged beneath the old sword, suspended in mid-air, nurturing the brilliant sword light within his body.

On the water beneath the bridge, a tall woman with flowing white clothes and hair floated in the air. Her exposed hands and feet had skin as smooth as jade.

She tilted her head, using the stream as a mirror, one hand holding her hair up and the other combing it, so no one could see her face clearly.

After she finished doing all that, she quietly watched Chen Ping'an comprehend the sword.

The teenager looks different from when he was a child.

He was very dark-skinned when he was a child, like a piece of charcoal, but now he is very fair-skinned.

She didn't know why Russell had chosen this boy as his disciple, nor did she want to know.

She has existed for so long that she no longer cares much about anything in the world.

She merely found the boy in front of her amusing.

He spent seven years cultivating his sword skills here, and she observed him for the same period.

Compared to a human, she felt this child was more like a god.

Those innate beings have no complex emotions.

This child is like this most of the time, neither sad nor happy, only showing joy or anger when facing his mother or friends.

The killing of Cai Jinjian and the killing of the Mountain-Moving Ape were both done in the same way.

That's why Russell had him cultivate the Seven Emotions Sword Intent, in order to activate the emotions dormant within his body.

She could tell that Russell didn't really care whether the child would become the one they chose.

This certainly piqued her curiosity.

She could sense that this guy named Russell was different from everyone else in the four worlds.

His level of understanding may not be high, but his vision is exceptionally broad.

He possesses the finest qualities in the world, yet also the most wicked character traits.

Firm but not stubborn, kind but not cowardly, confident but not arrogant.

These qualities are also reflected in Chen Ping'an today.

Like Old Man Yang, she also hesitated.

Just then, the pale golden vertical mark between Chen Ping'an's brows seemed to be activated, flashing slightly. This fleeting light was extremely faint, yet it was reflected precisely in her eyes.

A buzzing sound.

The scene within her pupils suddenly changed.

She saw a blade of grass swaying gently in the breeze, its blades fluttering as if extinguishing the stars.

She saw the end of the world, her white dress fluttering, her sword cleaving through the starry sky.

She witnessed a desolate world where the Heavenly Emperor wielded his sword, severing the past, present, and future, and ruling over all ages.

……

Each scene, each mood.

For the first time, a subtle ripple appeared on that stunningly beautiful face.

She slowly turned her gaze back to Chen Ping'an, and spoke softly:

“Your master granted me a chance to observe a sword, so I will repay you with an opportunity. I have been waiting for eight thousand years, a wait that seems endless. I am curious whether it can end with you.”

She separated a wisp of her consciousness and merged it into Chen Ping'an's mind.

On that boundless lake, her and Chen Ping'an's mental reflections faced each other.

Then, she extended her flawless, slender finger and gently touched the calm lake surface.

Where the fingertips land, the earth is turned upside down.

Chen Ping'an felt as if he had suddenly been turned upside down.

It landed on the ground, above the water mirror.

The next moment, an unprecedented and spectacular scene, beyond description, unfolded.

The sword light was endless, like a vast and flowing galaxy, like a torrential downpour, crashing down from the dome.

At this moment, swords fell like rain, just like the scene before the battle to ascend to heaven ten thousand years ago, when the way of swords descended to the mortal world.

"Chen Ping'an, take this sword."

The voice was beautiful, but Chen Ping'an wasn't in the mood to appreciate it.

Like the primordial chaos at the beginning of creation, a towering figure stepped into this world, replacing the sky. His body was composed of golden light, and he was ten thousand feet tall, like a god descending to earth.

In a daze, Chen Ping'an could feel all the acupoints in his body vibrating.

He stood on the shoulders of the divine being, gazing at the streaks of sword light.

Stars are born one by one, and stars are destroyed one by one, as if trillions of years have been condensed into a single moment.

Chen Ping'an felt as if he were the master of this universe, with a sense of supreme power, vastness, and immensity enveloping all living beings in this world and in the hearts of those who witnessed this strange phenomenon.

In an instant, the illusion shifted, and the light and shadow changed.

Chen Ping'an took a step forward, only to feel a moment of disorientation. When he regained his senses, he found himself in a scorched wasteland. Smoke still lingered among the ruins, and the air was thick with the stench of blood and demonic energy.

He heard a faint crying sound and looked in the direction of the sound. He saw a dozen or so elderly, weak, women and children, dressed in rags and with terrified expressions, huddled behind a half-collapsed mud wall. Most of them were injured and their eyes were filled with despair.

Almost instinctively, he sensed a lingering demonic aura trying to escape from not far away.

With a flash, he brought his sword and fingers together, and a sharp sword aura pierced through the air, instantly cleaving the demon that hadn't had time to escape in two.

With the evil spirits vanquished, Chen Ping'an sheathed his sword and turned to look at the survivors, intending to say something comforting.

However, instead of feeling fortunate and grateful to have survived, they were met with pairs of eyes filled with resentment.

An old woman, who had lost her son, pointed at him tremblingly, her voice hoarse like the cry of a crow: "Why...why did you only come now?! My son...he was just dragged away by that monster! If you had come even a moment earlier, just a moment earlier!"

A young woman holding a baby was in tears, her eyes vacant: "My husband protected us... he was... Since you have this ability, why didn't you show up sooner?"

A little girl, her face smeared with blood, cried and asked, "Big brother, you're so powerful, why don't you stop the monsters from eating my daddy?"

A series of questions rang in Chen Ping'an's ears.

Before he could answer, the scene suddenly shattered and reformed.

He stood atop a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, surrounded by countless twisted and tormented vengeful spirits, howling and wailing, coalescing into a boundless aura of resentment.

At the center of the resentment was a hideous figure, whose scarlet eyes gave Chen Ping'an a strange sense of familiarity.

Gu Can?

"Chen Ping'an, it's you!" Gu Can looked at Chen Ping'an: "Long time no see."

The vengeful spirits seemed to be ignited by these words, and they frantically pounced on Chen Ping'an.

"You saved him! You planted the seed of this tragedy!"

"Why would you save a demon! Why!"

"Our deaths are all your fault! Your sins!"

The scenes changed again, one after another.

The people he helped eventually became his enemies...

His adherence to principles led to an even worse outcome...

The people he wanted to protect suffered even greater misfortune because of him...

Every choice he makes, every action he takes, seems to ultimately lead to a situation where he is questioned and rejected.

Those lives affected by him transformed into phantoms, like inner demons, surrounding him and constantly questioning him.

"Are you finished?"

Chen Pingan asked in a low voice, in an instant.

The sounds surrounding him abruptly ceased.

He stretched out his right hand, and the sword light in his hand became clearer and its outline more distinct.

The moment the sword light was fully formed, he did not hesitate and raised his sword to strike.

He didn't know whether what he was doing was right or wrong.

The only thing he knew was that he could never please everyone, and all he could do was try his best to please himself.

He really liked a quote from his mentor, Bertrand Russell.

"My heart and my actions are as clear as a mirror. All my deeds are for the sake of justice."

Although he could not achieve absolute justice, his actions were in accordance with his true nature.

Well, compared to his master Russell, Chen Ping'an considered himself to be kind.

In the first scenario, he would at most pause for a moment, then turn around and leave, ignoring them and continuing to do his own thing.

If it were the master, there would probably be a dozen more puppets possessed by demons on the field.

The next moment, the chaos above Chen Ping'an's heart lake dissipated, and golden light spread across the clouds. That towering figure stood in the sapphire-like ocean, where the sea and sky merged into one, and the golden lotus shone brightly, as if the world had been created and the world had been born from nothingness.

Golden lotuses rose from the sea, their leaves still glistening with dew, dazzling and beautiful.

The Golden Core and the Natal Flying Sword are achieved simultaneously.

The only thing that puzzled Chen Ping'an was why his natal flying sword was so rusty. (End of Chapter)