Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

There is a mental technique called "Proud Blood Battle Spirit," and there is a profession called "Berserker."

In particular, Russell also possessed the ability to see through things.

He weighed the white cane in his hand, and his fierce fighting spirit erupted, a scorching, indomitable fighting spirit suddenly bursting forth from his body.

A flash of white light appeared, and Russell instantly appeared in front of Haitang Duoduo. His cane, carrying the force of a thousand blades, slashed down straight down. Haitang Duoduo dodged to the side, raised her palm to counterattack, and a dagger from her sleeve shot out, aiming straight for Russell's face. Russell raised his cane horizontally, tearing apart the force, and then slashed horizontally around her waist. Haitang Duoduo touched the ground with her toes and leaped high into the air, only to see Russell swing his cane back in mid-air.

With a clang, the dagger and the white cane rubbed together violently, producing a shower of sparks.

Through the clouds!

Russell continued his attack, the tip of his staff tearing through the air with a sharp whistling sound, aiming straight for Haitang Duoduo's vital point in the palm. Haitang Duoduo's expression hardened slightly, and she changed from striking to brushing, her sleeves billowing with true energy, trying to forcefully deflect the staff.

Dragon Tooth.

Before the blind cane's momentum had subsided, it suddenly underwent a strange change, transforming from a straight thrust into a sweeping attack with unparalleled force, forcefully dispersing the true energy she was sending out.

She dared not be careless; she reversed her grip on the dagger and precisely parried the sweeping motion of the white cane, producing a crisp clang.

Haitang Duoduo became interested. With this strike of the staff, she felt a slight numbness in her arm and was secretly surprised by the domineering and fierce nature of Russell's true energy.

"What's wrong with you? It's only been a short time, and you've already reached the ninth rank. Where did you learn such a gun technique?"

"you guess."

"Interesting!" she chuckled, her dagger flashing as she moved like a lotus shadow in the wind, unleashing her full power.

With a sudden burst of speed, she leaped forward like a bolt of lightning, charging towards Russell with the force of wind and thunder. The blade flashed out unexpectedly, without any fancy moves.

Russell neither dodged nor avoided the attack. He raised his hand and struck with his staff. The blade and staff clashed, sparks flying in mid-air. A deafening explosion erupted, and the shockwave visibly spread outwards.

Haitang Duoduo was jolted back a step, but Russell pressed his advantage, his cane spinning and emitting a deep hum like a dragon's roar, stirring the surrounding airflow and forming an invisible force field. Haitang Duoduo felt a buzzing in her ears.

Russell swung his staff again, the shadows of which overlapped like the cold moonlight, covering the vital points of Haitang Duoduo's body.

The more Haitang Duoduo fought, the more uncomfortable she became. Russell's marksmanship, which she didn't know where he had learned from, was strange and inexplicable. One strike was as heavy as a mountain, while the next was as elusive as the wind. The rhythm of lightness, heaviness, speed, and slowness changed without warning, making it unpredictable and leaving her exhausted from parrying. She couldn't figure out her opponent's marksmanship habits at all.

The clanging of weapons clashing was like a sudden downpour on banana leaves, rising in rapid succession.

The two fought from the stream into the woods, and then from the woods to the hillside.

Wherever it passed, vegetation was broken, the ground cracked, and rocks crumbled, as if it had truly been trampled by a thousand troops.

From the midday sun until the moon rose above the willow branches, Haitang Duoduo finally sensed that something was wrong.

This person's inner strength seemed inexhaustible. His offensive not only did not weaken, but he became more and more courageous in the battle, and his burning fighting spirit was almost tangible.

She forcefully circulated her inner energy, took Russell's "Dragon Fang" head-on, and used the force to drift back several feet, landing steadily on a boulder.

"Stop! That's enough!" She waved her hand, her breathing slightly uneven. Looking down at Russell, who stood with his cane, his breathing still long and steady, she couldn't help but ask, "Hey, don't you get tired?"

Russell sensed that she had indeed withdrawn her fighting spirit, and the surging true energy around her gradually calmed down. Hearing this, he chuckled and said, "Even if there were ten more like you, I could fight them for a whole day and night."

"You're a real pain." Haitang Duoduo sighed, her tone complicated. "You're such a monster... Oh well, I can't do anything with you. If the Empress Dowager asks, I'll just say I lost you."

As she spoke, she jumped off the boulder, walked up to Russell, and asked curiously, "Speaking of which, why are you so determined to go to Qing Kingdom?"

“Watch your wording. It’s ‘going back,’ not ‘going to.’ I’m going to Northern Qi for a living,” Russell said earnestly.

"Yes, yes, yes, so they were all people from Northern Qi, right?" Haitang Duoduo rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Alright, the journey is important. As for the future, we'll talk about it later. I'm off!"

She waved to Russell, and with a few leaps, disappeared into the dense forest like a night owl, swift and decisive.

Russell stood still for a moment, "watching" her completely disappear into the distance.

"People who are not blessed."

Russell sighed. During the fierce battle, his upper body clothes had been torn and ripped apart by the sharp force. Now, with a little effort, he ripped off the tattered strips of cloth, revealing his incredibly strong upper body with muscles sculpted like those of axe and chisel.

……

Even so, another half month passed, and the capital city was already in sight.

On a secluded path, Russell had already changed into a clean set of coarse cloth clothes borrowed from a farmer.

Judging by the time, Fan Xian should have arrived in Kyoto by now.

There aren't many opportunities to seize in this world. Fan Xian's domineering true qi is one, and the temple is another.

If you look at the trilogy's universe, there's a lot more to explore.

Of course, all of this is predicated on breaking through to the Grandmaster level; otherwise, everything else is in vain.

Sigh, if only there were some kind of technique similar to the Absorption Technique or the Northern Darkness Divine Art, then he could go and participate in the Battle of Mount Dadong.

He could cross half the lake with a single finger, and everyone present should become nourishment for him.

Suppressing his thoughts, Russell stepped into the crowd and began to queue.

Many people were entering the capital, and a long queue formed at the city gate, moving slowly forward and being checked by the guards in turn.

"Step aside."

Russell was lost in thought when the crowd behind him suddenly stirred.

Peeking back, I saw a cavalry convoy speeding up. At the head of the convoy sat a young girl in a red dress on horseback, letting out two sweet shouts.

The crowd queuing in front of the city gate consciously made way for a wide path.

The cavalry advanced swiftly, quickly overtaking them and heading straight into the city, without any obstruction from the guards.

Ye Ling'er?
The name flashed through Russell's mind.

Ye Zhong's daughter, and the grand-disciple of Grandmaster Ye Liuyun.

Whether it's family background or social standing, she's top-tier, so how come this woman is only a little over seventh rank?

It's so irritating that people are so different from each other.

Russell shook his head. If he had that kind of configuration, he would be at least a ninth-rank by now, and might even become a grandmaster after fusion.

After waiting in line for a long time, Russell finally entered the imperial city.

Unlike the grandeur of the capital city in the world of Novoland: Eagle Flag, or the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty capital during the Tianbao era, the capital city of Qing Kingdom is clearly much less impressive.

The cement and various industrial projects brought by Ye Qingmei were shelved and used as strategic materials, instead of being used to benefit the people.

To be frank, Ye Qingmei is a pure idealist character in female-oriented online novels. She believes that by supporting an emperor, she can share the throne with him.

Little did they know that in the eyes of political creatures, there is no such thing as love or affection, or rather, such affection is extremely rare. Nothing and no one can shake their pursuit of power.

You can't say that Ye Qingmei's ideals weren't noble, but given the current economic situation, they were absolutely impossible to achieve.

You can say that Emperor Qing was heartless and ruthless, but he was definitely a qualified emperor.

If the Qing Kingdom were to be built according to Ye Qingmei's ideas, the first to cause trouble would definitely be the citizens of the Qing Kingdom.

Talking about building communism in a feudal society without any external pressure is pure unrealistic nonsense.

For details, please refer to the two extreme opinions surrounding Wang Mang, the emperor of the Xin Dynasty.

After asking around, Russell found the location of the Si Nan Earl's residence.

The Fan residence is located in the eastern part of Kyoto, some distance from Tianhe Road, and the imperial palace is not visible from there.

This place is inhabited by high-ranking officials and nobles, leaving no room for ordinary people, so it is relatively quiet.

On a deserted main street, there was a mansion gate every ten or so feet. Outside each mansion gate, a pair of stone lions sat quietly. Dozens of stone lions stared idly at the carriages passing by in front of their own gates.

night.

The lights flickered in Fan Xian's room at the Si Nan Marquis's residence, but Fan Xian's brows were furrowed with seriousness.

It would have been better if they hadn't investigated. Once they did, they discovered that Teng Zijing's entire family had been wiped out by Guo Baokun.

This left him wondering how he would explain things to Teng Zijing the next morning.

Guo Baokun looks so dull and simple-minded, yet he's so ruthless; you'd never guess he was like that...

Just as he was feeling agitated, a strange yet calm voice rang out behind him without warning: "Looks like you're in trouble."

"who!?"

Fan Xian felt a chill run down his spine, instinctively shuddering. Without hesitation, he turned around and quickly retreated several steps, instantly creating distance. His muscles tensed as he warily looked towards the source of the sound.

A tall, slender figure slowly emerged from behind the screen.

The newcomer was dressed in rough, dusty clothes, yet his tall and imposing figure was still undeniable. What made Fan Xian's pupils shrink even more was that the man's face was also covered by a black silk blindfold.

"Who are you!?" Fan Xian suppressed his shock, and with a flick of his wrist, the dagger given to him by Teng Zijing quietly slipped from his sleeve into his palm.

Russell ignored his wariness, walked over to Fan Xian and sat down, picked up a clean teacup and slowly poured himself a cup of cool tea.

Fan Xian was taken aback by the other party's hostile attitude and suddenly realized that it seemed like this guy in front of him could see things.
He mustered his courage, took a cautious step forward, and tentatively waved his left hand quickly in front of the blindfold.

"..."

Russell paused, his hand holding the cup still, and a dark line seemed to appear on his forehead. He sighed helplessly, "Stop shaking it, I can see it."

"He can actually see!?" Fan Xian was genuinely astonished this time. This state of being neither blind nor not blind was exactly the same as that of Uncle Wu Zhu.

Wait, buddy, who are you?

Just how many things did my time-traveling mother bring out of the temple back then?

Russell took a leisurely sip of tea before slowly saying, "My name is Russell."

"So?" Fan Xian blurted out without any apparent reason.

“So,” Russell looked at Fan Xian, grinning broadly, “Heavenly King covers the Earth Tiger.”

"?"

Upon hearing those five words, Fan Xian instantly lost control of his expression. He turned around, stared intently at Russell with wide eyes, and barely managed to steady his breathing. Just a moment ago, his heartbeat had slowed down considerably.

The wariness, astonishment, and confusion on his face froze for a moment, then shattered like ice.

"What the hell!?"

"Fuck!!"

"Fuck!!!"

He swore three times in a row, rushed to the table, his eyes wide open: "Wait, buddy, you're from the same hometown? When did you get here? Did you transmigrate in spirit or in body?"

“Of course it’s rebirth, aren’t you?” Russell retorted.

"Alright, what else could I have thought was different about you?" Fan Xian calmed down, his face still full of smiles, but he began to secretly plot in his heart.

The same world, two time travelers—there's a lot of information involved, so he has to be on guard to some extent.

After all, whether it's heartwarming to see fellow countrymen meeting or a backstabbing attack remains to be seen.

Have you not seen how many students studying abroad, with good intentions, help their fellow villagers out of their predicaments, only to be betrayed and retaliated against by these so-called fellow villagers?

"How did you find your way here? Where were you before?" Fan Xian asked.

Russell chuckled and said:
"I was doing some honest business in Northern Qi, barely making a living. Who would have thought that a few months ago, a book called Dream of the Red Chamber suddenly became popular, and the author was Cao Xueqin."

"I felt something was wrong right away; the name sounded too familiar. I went to some trouble to get a copy, and the more I read it, the more alarmed I became."

Stop looking at me, I'm even more horrified now. You're blind, don't you feel awkward looking at me like that?

Seeing Russell staring intently in his direction, Fan Xian's lips twitched involuntarily. This feeling was so strange...

"So, I followed the source of this book, investigating all the way to the capital, and then I heard that Young Master Fan Xian had performed a feat of climbing high," Russell continued.

"Cough cough cough..." Fan Xian coughed awkwardly. When he was caught trying to show off his knowledge, he felt a little embarrassed.

As he spoke, Russell's expression also showed a hint of admiration: "Speaking of which, I would like to ask you, how did you develop such a brain? I couldn't even finish watching the TV series after a dozen episodes back then, and you actually managed to write the entire Dream of the Red Chamber."

“Talent, talent…” Fan Xian replied awkwardly, then turned the conversation to Russell’s eyes and asked, “And what about you? What’s going on with you?”

“It’s also a talent.” Russell shrugged. “Before I practiced martial arts, I only had good hearing. Now that I’ve practiced martial arts, I’ve developed to the level of ‘mind’s eye’. I’m blind in the eyes, but not in the mind.”

Fan Xian's heart skipped a beat, and he smiled, "Asura or Blind Monk?"

"If you say that again, I'll use the Mascherano Triangle Kick on you," Russell retorted.

Upon hearing this, both of them burst out laughing.

Although he didn't know if the person before him had ulterior motives, in a strange world, having a fellow countryman with whom he could connect on a thought process was still a good feeling. (End of Chapter)