Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

The world of Joy of Life, the capital of Northern Qi.

As Russell once again emerged from the slum, he genuinely felt that the sun was shining brightly.

With his current strength, his escape plan became much simpler.

According to his original estimate, it would take about ten years to go from the seventh rank to the ninth rank.

This is not because he lacks talent; it's simply because from the sixth rank onwards, he has explored every path on his own.

After all, the old man who is now buried in the ground was only a sixth-rank official in his lifetime.

Old Deng often complained that Russell was just unlucky. If he hadn't been his mentor, he would have soared to great heights long ago, instead of lingering in the sixth or seventh rank.

Russell, of course, didn't take these words to heart; he was blind after transmigrating.

The parents of this world abandoned him outright. If it weren't for Old Deng's kindness in taking him in and teaching him martial arts, he would have been killed long ago, and he wouldn't be in this situation today.

Shaking his head, Russell tapped his cane lightly and continued along the official road.

Before long, he heard the sounds of carriages and supplies ahead, and a picture formed in his mind.

He could achieve this level when he was at the seventh rank, and now that he's at the ninth rank, the images in his mind automatically indicate the life authority level of each person.

The higher the martial artist's skill level, the more vibrant their colors.

Just like the guy in the sedan chair in front of him right now, whose body color is bright red, which means that he should be a master of the eighth rank.

The guards surrounding him were all dressed in colors ranging from pink to light red, and were mostly of the fifth or sixth rank.

It's strange, judging from their identities they should be a caravan, how come they have so many experts?

He could vaguely hear the guards addressing the person in the sedan chair as "Young Master Yan." Judging by the time, Fan Xian should be arriving in the capital soon, so this group of people must be Yan Bingyun's group, who are about to go to Northern Qi to ambush.
It was fate, but it had nothing to do with him. Yan Bingyun was going to enter the city, while he was going to leave.

After his household registration documents were checked by the guards at the city gate, he continued to look at his cane and prepared to move forward.

Just then, a series of orderly hoofbeats rang out from inside the capital, and Russell thought to himself, "This is troublesome."

"Stop him!"

As expected, Shen Zhong, the commander of the Northern Qi Imperial Guard, rang out from the capital. The city gate guards, who had relaxed their guards, suddenly became alert and thrust their spears at Russell.

Russell calmly sidestepped the bullet, raised his staff and struck the soldier in the chest, sending him flying. Without stopping, he rushed towards the small road outside the capital.

"Sir?"

Within the Imperial Censorate's ranks, someone whispered to Yan Bingyun in the carriage, noticing Russell's skill and suspecting he might be a spy for the Qing Kingdom.

"It's none of our business, just do your own thing."

Yan Bingyun naturally wouldn't interfere in this matter and chose to remain on the sidelines.

His presence here, lurking in the shadows, could bring far more important information to the Qing Kingdom than that of a mere spy.

It is natural to distinguish which is more important and which is less important.

Russell, meanwhile, used his lightness skill to dash forward at high speed while dodging the barrage of swords and spears behind him.

He actually had something to say about being hunted down.

As all suspects would say, he was actually innocent.

This is real.

Although he did take on many assassination jobs to make a living, he would always conduct investigations before accepting a job.

He will only take action after he is certain that the other party is a truly evil person.

Because of his blindness, he often killed his assassination targets with a single sword stroke before they could even react.

Over time, his reputation grew.

This time, he did indeed accept a job to assassinate the heir of a prince in Northern Qi, but before he could even make a move, this guy sent it.

For some reason, Shen Zhong found out about him.

He was truly wronged beyond words.

If Shen Zhong hadn't been unaware of his specific information at the beginning, he wouldn't have been able to survive until entering the space and achieving fusion.

The towering city gates of the capital city rushed past us, the whistling wind whistling past our ears.

Russell swayed left and right, his feet moving with a graceful, unhurried pace.

Fortunately, after the six were combined into one, his true energy had surpassed that of an ordinary ninth-rank martial artist; otherwise, he would have been caught before he could even run a few miles.

Whoosh!
With a whooshing sound, Russell narrowly dodged a crossbow bolt, and in the blink of an eye, he turned around and swung his cane, accurately deflecting the deadly arrows that came from behind him one by one. The sound of metal clashing was deafening, and the sparks that flew up left a fleeting trail of light behind him.

"Giddy up!" "Surround him!"

Elite cavalry had already surrounded Russell from both sides. These elite Imperial Guards worked together seamlessly, using tripwires, caltrops, and other equipment with masterful skill, blocking all possible escape routes for Russell.

Sensing the distance to one of the Imperial Guards behind him, Russell suddenly turned around, pushed off the ground with his left foot, and shot towards a cavalryman on his right like an arrow.

The imperial guard felt a blur before his eyes, and a tremendous force came from his side, kicking him off his saddle and sending him flying into the air before crashing heavily to the ground.

Russell then used the momentum to land steadily on the back of the empty warhorse, pulled on the reins, and squeezed the horse's belly with his legs.

"Neigh!" The warhorse, in pain, reared up and neighed, then charged like an arrow towards the denser jungle ahead.

"Chase him! Don't let him get away!"

A deep, angry shout rang out, and fifty elite cavalrymen followed closely behind Russell as they charged into the forest.

The dense forest and intertwined branches greatly limited the cavalry's ability to maneuver.

However, the Imperial Guards were clearly well-trained, and even in this environment, they were able to maintain a basic formation and continuously reduce Russell's room to maneuver.

Long swords slashed and crossbow bolts darted through the gaps in the trees, creating a perilous situation.

After chasing and fleeing for nearly ten miles, Russell finally couldn't hold back any longer.

He ran away when he was near the capital to avoid getting involved with the army, but now that he's here, it's somewhat disrespectful for Shen Zhong to still chase after him.

He fled before the integration, not arguing with Shen Zhong's reasoning, because he was indeed inexperienced at that time.

But now that they've merged, if Shen Zhong chases after him again and he still escapes, wouldn't the fusion have been for nothing?

Russell immediately lowered his body, turned his horse around, and charged towards Shen Zhong and the others instead of retreating.

With the aid of the Dragon Riding Technique, his body rose and fell naturally with the galloping of the horse, as if man and horse had become one.

He charged left and right through the encirclement of the Imperial Guards, his movements elusive. He used his cane as a weapon, and with his inner energy surging, he knocked Imperial Guards off their horses one after another.

Shen Zhong's expression grew increasingly grim. He hadn't expected that this blind man, Russell, was not only exceptionally skilled in foot combat but also so unpredictable and superb in horsemanship.

Is he still blind?
Whose blind person is so skilled!

Russell didn't care what he thought; now it was his turn.

With a low roar, his true energy surged forth as if it were tangible, forming a brief vortex of air. The surrounding air seemed to freeze for a moment before suddenly exploding.

"Bang!" The closest Imperial Guards and their horses were thrown back by the force of the impact. The screams and neighs of the horses filled the air, and a huge gap appeared in the encirclement in an instant.

Russell first charged out on horseback, and then rushed back at top speed before the encirclement had closed in.

After seven incursions and seven exits, only four Imperial Guards remained guarding Shen Zhong.

Russell tightened the reins and tilted his head in the direction of Shen Zhong.

Nowadays, the roles of offense and defense have shifted; he is the butcher and the fish on the chopping block.

Shen Zhong's face was grim as he drew his long sword from his waist.

As the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, he had long been prepared for death.

I just never expected to die in such a miserable way.

Yes, he believed there was a traitor within the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

According to intelligence, Russell was only a seventh-rank official, which is why he was able to lead his troops in pursuit so easily.

Now that they've engaged in combat, they've discovered that their opponent is a ninth-rank cultivator, and among ninth-rank cultivators, their combat strength is by no means weak.

"Da da da da..."

Just then, from afar, the dull, dense sound of hooves approached like thunder, clearly indicating that a large cavalry force was rapidly drawing near.

I reckon heavy reinforcements have arrived.

Unlucky.

Russell sighed, and his movements paused.

He glanced at Shen Zhong, whose expression had calmed down and who was about to reorganize the team, and knew that the best opportunity had been missed.

With his current strength, he would surely die if he were caught in the enemy lines.

Seeing a mocking smile on Shen Zhong's lips, Russell also sneered, gathering his true energy in his cane before thrusting it forward.

A surge of power erupted from the staff and sword, producing a sound like muffled thunder.

Several large trees in front of Russell shattered instantly, sending splinters flying everywhere.

Shen Zhong and his companions, along with their steeds, were also struck by a tremendous impact. They coughed up blood, were thrown several meters away, and lay on the ground, their fates unknown.

With a cold snort, Russell no longer hesitated, yanked the reins, turned the horse around, and lashed its rump hard with the whip.

The internal energy surged into the body of the warhorse beneath him like a flood bursting its banks.

Since merging with Russell of the Tian Ce Mansion, he has been able to sense that the nature of his true energy has changed.

It seems to be able to be injected into living organisms to stimulate their physical limits, much like adrenaline.

In an instant, the horse's eyes became bloodshot, and it let out a long neigh that was both painful and excited. Its four hooves seemed to leave the ground, and its speed suddenly soared to an unbelievable level. It turned into an arrow shot from a bow, tearing through the air and speeding wildly into the depths of the dense forest.

……

That's how I ran, and it wasn't until more than half a month later that I stopped.

The clear, cool stream flows gently, reflecting the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves.

Russell bent down and scooped up a pool of clear water with a bamboo tube. The border between Northern Qi and Qing Kingdom was right in front of him. After passing the next city, he would be completely safe.

As for that warhorse, it had already become his food ten days ago.

There was no other way; he was so desperate to escape that he used every ounce of strength he had, and he kept channeling his inner energy into the horse without stopping.

Although the horses of the Embroidered Uniform Guard were all of excellent breed, they could not withstand such abuse.

He stopped shortly after his lungs and internal organs ruptured, and he died on the spot.

"You're really fast; it's only been a little over half a month, and you've already made it all the way from the capital to here."

A slightly lazy yet somewhat familiar voice drifted from the woods behind him. Russell paused, straightened up, and looked up.

Few in the world can escape his perception, or rather, be perceived by him without harm; the person before him is one of them.

This is a woman, a woman with a cloth tied around her head, carrying a basket in her elbow, and some fresh mushrooms in the basket.

To be precise, she was a village girl.

On the opposite bank of the stream, under an old tree, the Holy Maiden of Northern Qi, Haitang Duoduo, was leaning against the trunk, arms crossed, looking at him with an expression that said, "I've finally found you."

They had met a few times before.

I know him, but I'm not familiar with him.

Russell sighed, his tone full of helplessness: "You really know how to chase after me. I've run to the ends of the earth, and you still managed to find me."

Haitang Duoduo straightened up, lightly and nimbly leaped across the stream, and landed in front of Russell, patting off non-existent dust from her hands:

"There's no way around it. The Empress Dowager gave me a strict order to bring you back. If you don't come with me, I won't be able to explain myself when I get back."

Russell's lips twitched slightly: "I'll say it one last time, I didn't kill that guy."

“I know,” Haitang Duoduo answered crisply, even somewhat matter-of-factly. “I was with you that day.”

?

Russell slowly typed a question mark.

You know, but you won't tell?

“There are some things I can’t explain too clearly. Anyway, you’ll know everything once you come back with me.” Haitang Duoduo shrugged. “But judging from your expression, you don’t seem to really want to come back with me.”

"so?"

"So I'm going to knock you out and take you back."

Haitang Duoduo laughed and rushed in front of Russell, throwing a straight punch without any fancy moves.

This woman is a genuine ninth-rank master, a direct disciple of Ku He. In the world today, there are only a handful of people below the level of a grandmaster who can defeat her.

Russell dodged to the side, but she tumbled again, and a seemingly gentle but incredibly powerful burst of true energy struck Russell's chest.

Her martial arts style is unconventional, focusing solely on speed; it is effortless and natural.

As Russell twisted his wrist, he didn't dodge, and his white cane pierced straight into her full breasts. Feeling the force contained in the white cane, Haitang Duoduo frowned, suddenly withdrew her palm force, and flicked her finger. Her fingertip accurately struck the cane, and a powerful force came through the cane, making Russell's wrist slightly numb.

What did this woman eat to grow up like that? She's incredibly strong...

Despite his confusion, Russell didn't stop his kung fu. He formed a fist with his left hand and unleashed a burst of energy in front of Haitang Duoduo, forcing her to cross her arms and being forced back nearly ten meters.

Using the force, Haitang Duoduo pulled away, but still breathless, she stepped forward the moment she landed, closing in again. With her left hand, she pushed aside the white cane, and with her right hand, she clawed at Russell's left chest. With a single palm strike, Russell was forced back, and his clothes on his chest were blown open.

The Holy Maiden of Northern Qi is indeed quite something.

Russell rubbed his chest, exhaled softly, and said, "So, round two." (End of Chapter)