Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

Yang Family Shop.

When Chen Ping'an came over again to pay for Wang Zhu's recuperation expenses, Old Man Yang stared at him for a long time.

The look in his eyes was as if he were looking at a pig that had eaten a cabbage.

There was both a sense of bewilderment and a feeling of melancholy after everything had settled down.

Although he was puzzled, he did not ask any further questions and left after putting down the medicinal herbs.

Passing by the twelve-legged crab archway, Chen Ping'an found the place to be bustling with activity.

Feeling carefree, Chen Ping'an followed the flow of people toward the archway and stood far away from the crowd.

Under the four plaques of the memorial archway, eight ladders were set up, with one ladder on each side of each plaque. However, only the plaque with the inscription "Doing Right Without Hesitation" had two scholars of vastly different ages standing to its left and right. The older one was bowing his head and speaking sternly to someone at his feet.

"What are you doing?" Chen Ping'an asked, grabbing one of the boys at random.

The handsome young man with a mole between his eyebrows was taken aback, clearly not expecting Chen Ping'an to find him in the vast crowd. However, now that they had met, he naturally wouldn't hesitate to share his information:
"It's a matter of officialdom in Dali. Your town's magistrate, Lord Wu Yuan, is currently clashing with officials from the Ministry of Rites, who are of higher rank. The one standing on the stairs is the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Rites. They are arguing over that plaque."

"Oh~" Chen Ping'an immediately lost interest upon hearing this.

Most things in officialdom are boring, with constant infighting and power struggles, which is really not suitable for him.

He practiced swordsmanship diligently because he was not good at speaking and not good at reasoning.

He studied medicine diligently so that if someone acted irrationally, it wouldn't lead to serious consequences.

In the master's words, it means dipping the whip in iodine solution and disinfecting it while striking.

Only when someone is stabbing you with a sword while simultaneously trying to reason with you can that reasoning be convincing.

"It seems you have a lot of disdain for officialdom." The young man smiled and said, "But that's understandable. For thousands of years, officialdom has been full of petty scheming and power struggles. It's normal that you look down on it."

"It's one thing for me to think that way, but it seems you're also a person in officialdom. Aren't you afraid someone will report you for speaking so bluntly?"

"Don't worry, my official rank is high enough that no one can report me." The young man shrugged nonchalantly.

"Tall? How tall?" Chen Ping'an looked at the boy curiously, vaguely sensing that the little guy in front of him was not simple.

The boy held up one finger and pointed at himself.

"Second only to one person, above ten thousand?" Chen Ping'an guessed.

"No, I am that person."

Chen Ping'an looked into the boy's eyes.

The young man remained calm and said with a smile, "I'm older than you, so you can call me Uncle Cui."

Chen Ping'an's expression slowly changed.

The boy continued, "You should have heard of me. I also have a nickname, which should be easier to pronounce: Embroidered Tiger."

"The Grand Preceptor of Dali?" Chen Ping'an finally confirmed.

“Exactly.” Cui Chan nodded calmly.

Without any hesitation, Chen Ping'an drew his sword and slashed.

Cui Chan was also surprised by Chen Ping'an's reaction. After barely dodging the attack, he asked in astonishment, "Wait, is it really necessary for you to react so strongly?"

Chen Ping'an nodded heavily: "As for it, Master said that if we encounter a guy named Cui Chan, we must strike first."

"you……"

Cui Chan was speechless for a moment. Seeing that Chen Ping'an was really going to cut him with his sword, he couldn't care less about his composure and ran away.

Chen Ping'an relentlessly pursued him from behind, drawing his sword in chase.

The two of them chased each other like this.

At this very moment, on a small hill not far from the town, the newly appointed sage Ruan Qiong and Old Man Yang were drinking wine while overlooking the farce unfolding in the town.

"Mr. Yang, what do you think this Imperial Preceptor Cui is doing in our town? Is he here to kill Qi Jingchun since he's still alive?"

Old Yang was clearly somewhat disappointed. After taking a sip of wine, he said, "You should always put more thought into things and not just look at them with your eyes."

Ruan Qiong frowned. Although the person in front of him far surpassed him in both cultivation and experience, he had been at the Upper Five Realms for so many years, and he was still somewhat displeased to be spoken to like this today.

However, considering the old man's advanced age and obvious mood issues, he didn't make a big deal out of it.

Of course, this also includes the fact that he did indeed glean some insights from Old Man Yang's words.

"Then what's the point of him approaching Chen Ping'an? This kid has no connection to the lineage of the Sage of Literature," Ruan Qiong continued to ask.

"Oh, how strange. You, Ruan Qiong, actually care about Chen Ping'an one day. What, are you planning to accept him as your son-in-law?" Old Man Yang gave Ruan Qiong a strange look, which made Ruan Qiong bristle: "What son-in-law? Just say what you want to say. Don't curse me, Mr. Yang. I care about him, but Xiuxiu's matter is still one thing at a time."

Old Yang shook his head: "It's none of your business if it's not your son-in-law's business. It's none of your concern."

"Oh," Ruan Qiong replied sullenly, knowing in her heart that Russell had left Chen Ping'an with plenty of options.

"Over so many years, out of so many people, why was he the one chosen?"

Ignoring Ruan Qiong's confusion, Old Man Yang stared intently at the embroidered sword in Chen Ping'an's hand, which was extremely similar to the old sword, as if he were asking and answering his own question.

His initial thought for Chen Ping'an, the child he had watched grow up, was simply to let him live a good life.

We won't end up as mere ants, overthrown by the schemes of these old fogies.

But unexpectedly, once the dragon soars in the sky, the mortal land becomes mud beneath one's feet.

Of all the people in the town, he, a boy whose life-bound porcelain was broken, was the luckiest and the most powerful.

A guy destined to become a pure sword cultivator at the fourteenth realm has taken on this half of the "one," but it's hard to say whether it's a blessing or a curse.

While being chased, the young Cui Chan suddenly turned around and asked, "Chen Ping'an, give me a reason! You've been chasing me for three blocks, what grudge do you hold against me?"

Chen Ping'an didn't answer. Russell had told him that if he encountered a cunning old fox like this, he should just cut him down and never talk to him. Three out of ten words in their sentences were traps.

Chen Pingan deeply agreed.

As he continued his pursuit, Cui Chan gradually stopped.

It wasn't for any other reason than that a black cat was lazily sunbathing at the alley entrance, leisurely looking this way.

Tsk, what's this guy doing here?

Before settling in the town, he hadn't paid much attention to Lizhu Cave.

While concealing his true intentions was one aspect, he also had many other matters that required his attention.

Furthermore, with Old Man Yang concealing the celestial phenomena that night, apart from a handful of big shots, not many people knew that such a divine battle had taken place in the bamboo forest outside the town.

"I'll stab you once, just once."

As Chen Ping'an spoke, he made a gesture of raising his rusty sword high.

Cui Chan didn't say anything, and with one step, he disappeared.

Phew~ They're finally gone. Chen Ping'an breathed a sigh of relief after seeing them leave.

He didn't want to actually fight that guy.

That guy put far more pressure on him than Liu Zhimao and that mountain-moving ape; he was clearly a big shot from the Upper Fifth Realm.

Chen Ping'an picked up the black cat at the alley entrance, put it on his shoulder, and strode home.

Just then, a large black cloud drifted over the town.

From north to south.

Chen Ping'an looked up and saw countless flying swords in the sky, with countless immortals riding on their swords through the air.

Suddenly.

A black dot moved from south to north, going in the opposite direction from the flying sword immortals.

The black dot grew larger and larger until it landed right in front of him.

The sword hovered half a zhang above the ground, and on the sword's blade, a spirited young girl in a dark green robe hovered with her feet on the flying sword.

Ning Yao's first words froze the smile on Chen Ping'an's face: "I'm leaving."

"So sudden?" Although he had known for a long time that there would be a day of separation, Chen Ping'an did not expect that day to come so soon.

“Something happened at Upside-Down Mountain. My elders at home wrote to me, urging me to go back as soon as possible.” At this point, the travel-worn girl grinned, crossed her arms, and said with a spirited air, “But I felt I should say goodbye to you, so I came.”

Chen Ping'an nodded and said earnestly, "I will come to find you."

"I'll wait for you." Ning Yao knew that Chen Ping'an meant what he said, so she smiled, took out a short knife from her bosom, and tossed it into Chen Ping'an's hand: "This is a skirt-pressing knife unique to our hometown. Every woman has one. I'm lending it to you now. Listen carefully, this knife is a loan, not a gift. You have to return it to me when you go to the Sword Qi Great Wall."

Chen Ping'an's heart skipped a beat: "Miss Ning, this..."

"Don't rush to refuse." Ning Yao said casually, "I probably won't have another chance to come out after this trip. I haven't traveled 100,000 miles yet. Take this sword and travel around for me. Remember to number the stories in advance and tell them to me when we get to the Sword Qi Great Wall."

"Okay." Chen Ping'an nodded heavily.

"Gone." With a slight smile, the sword-wielding girl's mind stirred, and the tip of her sword immediately changed direction, tilting upwards, and vanished in a flash.

“You don’t seem disappointed.” Qi Jingchun walked out of Mud Bottle Alley and stood side by side with Chen Ping’an.

"Anyway, we'll meet again someday." Chen Ping'an said confidently, then looked at Qi Jingchun: "Mr. Qi, your senior brother has come looking for you."

"I understand. Don't worry about him. He'll leave soon." Qi Jingchun's expression changed slightly, but not drastically.

"Mr. Qi, is there something you need to see me about?" Chen Ping'an asked.

"I'd like to ask you for a favor," Qi Jingchun said.

"Sir, please speak."

"My current condition is no longer suitable for running the academy, so I thought of sending Li Huai and Li Baoping to the cliff academy of the Great Sui Dynasty to study. However, this journey will be arduous, with tigers and wolves lurking all around..."

“I understand, Mr. Qi. Don’t worry, I will make sure they arrive safely.” Chen Ping’an agreed before Qi Jingchun could finish speaking.

In his heart, Mr. Qi was also a very good person.

They've been very good to him all these years, and also to my senior sister. Now that he's in trouble, I'll definitely help him if I can.

Besides, he had already planned to travel, and this trip to the Sui Dynasty was just what he needed.

"Thank you very much then, but before I leave, I have a suggestion," Qi Jingchun continued, "If I remember correctly, you should have quite a few gold and copper coins on hand, right?"

"There seem to be eight bags." Chen Ping'an nodded. These were all spoils of war, and he hadn't counted them.

Liu Zhimao had three bags, one of which he gave to Gu Can. The Mountain-Moving Ape also had three bags, and he took out two of them to give to Xiuxiu and Miss Ning, although neither of them wanted them. The rest was the dividend given to him by Liu Xianyang, which was a deposit from the Xu family of Qingfeng City.

"The Emperor of Dali plans to lift the restrictions on all sixty-one mountains outside of Piyun Mountain and sell them to various powerful sects that are on good terms with Dali. He also promised that a mountain god, three mountain gods and a river god would be appointed in this place in the future. So buying the mountain now is a sure thing."

"Why would I buy the mountain?" Chen Ping'an was still somewhat puzzled.

"Renting it out will bring dividends, and the blessings from these mountains and rivers will also benefit your parents, with longevity being the most basic effect. When your cultivation level increases in the future and you want to revive your father, it can also provide some assistance," Qi Jingchun said.

"Where can I buy it?" Chen Ping'an agreed without even thinking.

"Go find Master Ruan. He is now the sage who oversees this place, and the government of Dali will take the initiative to seek him out."

Chen Ping'an quickly thanked him and then ran towards the blacksmith's shop.

Qi Jingchun watched Chen Ping'an's retreating figure, a slow smile curving her lips.

He was disillusioned with the world, but there were still some young people full of enthusiasm.

A long time ago, he had asked Russell why, since Chen Ping'an had chosen the paths of medicine and swordsmanship, he wanted Chen Ping'an to follow him to learn knowledge.

Russell's answer was that a minor doctor heals people, a major doctor heals the nation, and the ultimate goal of medicine is to restore order.

He agreed deeply.

Even now, he agrees more with Russell's views.

……

Russell's Big World.

Sword Comes Russell is quite pleased with himself; not only does he have a wife, but his disciple is also a promising young man.

The other Russells were not so good.

Especially Bertrand Russell.

The addition of Master Zhen Ding to Shaolin Temple indicates that the plot is about to begin.

The thought of the epic battles to come made him bald.

Then came Bertrand Russell.

Li Miaozhen and Luo Yuheng became pregnant one after another, and next door there was Mu Nanzhi who sighed all day long, suspecting that Luo Su's farming method was wrong, causing her to fall behind others. He was really at his wit's end.

When will things be ready on your end?

Russell the First looked at Russell the Sky, his tone filled with a faint sadness.

"It's almost there, don't worry."

The old man, Russell, remained calm and collected in the underground passage.

He was having a very comfortable time in Shicun.

He would either sit and listen to the teachings of the Willow God, or he would routinely train the young Desolate Heavenly Emperor, and from time to time he would show off his divine power in front of others, winning cheers from the people of Stone Village.

Shi Hao is truly a promising child. With his help in completing the Supreme Bone and the added boost of the Chaos Body, his cultivation speed is improving every single day.

The limit of the Blood Moving Realm is 108,000 jin with a single arm swing, but Shi Hao surpassed this limit long ago.

Let alone 108,000 jin, even shattering the Douluo God Realm with a single punch would be an easy task. (End of Chapter)