Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

Fan Jian frowned, stepped forward and said with concern, "Losing control of one's true energy is no small matter. Should we call the imperial physician to take a look?"

Aunt Liu hurriedly pulled out a silk handkerchief to wipe the blood from Fan Xian's mouth: "Master is right, bumps and bruises are not trivial matters, we should call the imperial physician to take a look!"

As she spoke, she suddenly slapped Fan Sizhe, who was still glaring angrily at Russell, and said urgently, "What are you standing there for? Go to the palace and fetch the imperial physician!"

"Oh! Oh!" Fan Sizhe snapped out of his daze, uttered two "oh" sounds, and turned to run out.

"No! No need!" Fan Xian endured the needle-like pain in his meridians and the surging of his blood and qi, and quickly stopped him. He took a few deep breaths, tried to regulate his breathing, and barely suppressed the still restless true qi. He forced a smile and said, "Father, Aunt, I'm fine, really fine! I just twisted my qi while practicing. It feels much better to spit out a mouthful of blood."

As he spoke, to prove he was alright, he forced himself to stand up straight, patted his chest forcefully, and even jumped up and down a couple of times: "See, I'm fine!"

Seeing how much his father and aunt cared for him, Fan Xian couldn't help but feel a warmth rise in his heart.

Even time travelers yearn for warmth and affection.

Seeing that although his face was still a little pale, his spirits seemed to have recovered somewhat, Fan Ruoruo patted her chest, let out a long sigh of relief, and said with lingering fear, "Brother, you really scared me to death just now..."

Fan Jian carefully examined Fan Xian and, after confirming that he was otherwise unharmed except for a slightly weaker breath, his anxiety subsided somewhat.

His gaze shifted to Russell, who stood silently to the side, his expression complex.

The sudden appearance of a blind master next to his son made him think twice.

He addressed Russell in a rather polite tone, saying, "Thank you for looking after Xian'er in the capital these past few days. This child is prone to causing trouble and is quite stubborn. I'm afraid you'll have to be more lenient with him in the future."

Russell nodded and smiled, "Lord Fan, you're too kind. Fan Xian and I are friends. Friends should share happiness and hardship together."

These words were spoken frankly and sincerely. Upon hearing this, Fan Jian nodded slightly and said no more. He did not delve into Russell's specific identity and purpose. As long as he was harmless and beneficial to Fan Xian, that was enough.

"Alright, it was a false alarm." Fan Jian waved his hand to ease the atmosphere and said, "It's almost time for dinner. If Mr. Luo doesn't mind, please come to the main hall for a simple meal."

Although Aunt Liu didn't understand why the master treated a seemingly ordinary blind martial artist with such courtesy, she always followed Fan Jian's lead and naturally wouldn't refute him. She quickly replied, "Yes, yes, I'll go and ask them to add another set of bowls and chopsticks."

He then hurriedly left to make arrangements.

Before long, the group moved to the front hall.

Dinner has been prepared and is quite sumptuous.

When they took their seats, Russell was placed between Fan Xian and Fan Sizhe.

Fan Sizhe glanced at the black silk covering Russell's eyes and thought that it would be inconvenient for him to pick up food, so he picked up his chopsticks and enthusiastically put a shiny chicken leg into Russell's bowl: "Here, this is yours."

Russell paused for a moment, then chuckled and thanked them gently. Then, to the astonishment of the others, he naturally reached out with his chopsticks, picked up a piece of stir-fried vegetables from a plate in the distance, and put it into his bowl. His movements were fluid, without the slightest hesitation or groping.

Fan Sizhe stared, his eyes wide, and blurted out instinctively, "You're not blind..."

As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized his mistake and quickly covered his mouth, swallowing the rest of his sentence. He awkwardly changed his words, saying, "Uh... you can see it?"

As he spoke, he reacted exactly the same way Fan Xian had done back then, reaching out his hand and cautiously waving it in front of Russell's eyes.

Russell sighed inwardly. This wasn't the first person to raise such a question. It was really troublesome. If he hadn't been planning to trick Emperor Qing, he would have removed this thing long ago.

However, faced with the doubts of Fan Sizhe, Fan Jian, Aunt Liu, and others, he put down his chopsticks and nodded: "I can see it."

"Hey! That's amazing?!" Fan Sizhe immediately became interested, as if he had discovered a new continent. He pointed to the exquisitely embroidered money pouch hanging from his waist and asked, "Then what color is it?"

Russell glanced at it and calmly replied, "Blue, embroidered with gold ingot patterns."

Upon seeing this, Fan Jian thought to himself, "As expected, he is exactly the same as Wu Zhu." He became even more certain of Russell's identity.

But this is for the best. With Wu Zhu's disciples guarding Fan Xian's side, the waters of Kyoto won't drown him.

After the meal, Russell and Fan Xian returned to his room together.

The doors and windows were closed, isolating the outside world.

The relaxed expression on Fan Xian's face finally faded. He rubbed his chest, which was still a little sore and swollen, and looked at Russell, saying, "Try again."

“Okay.” Russell nodded.

The two sat cross-legged on the bed, each unleashing their domineering true energy.

The two streams of true energy surged and pulled each other continuously. Before long, the domineering true energy that was originally flowing smoothly in Fan Xian's body suddenly stopped without warning. Then, like a wild horse that had broken free of its reins, it suddenly went out of control and rushed wildly in reverse through his meridians.

"Pfft." Fan Xian immediately stopped what he was doing, turned his head and vomited another mouthful of blood into the basin that had been prepared by the bedside. He solemnly said, "As expected, domineering true qi can influence each other. But how come you're alright?"

"Is it possible that, instead of the domineering true energies influencing each other, my domineering true energies can influence yours?"

Energy has the property of aggregation.

When it comes to the same source of energy, higher quality energy completely overwhelms lower quality energy.

"That shouldn't be the case." Fan Xian looked suspicious. Logically speaking, Wu Zhu wouldn't have left such an important matter unmentioned when he was teaching him the techniques.

If what Russell said is true, then if he encounters a domineering cultivator of true qi with higher quality than his own, he can just wait to die.

There could not possibly be a technique in the world with such a significant drawback.

“That’s true.” Russell thought about it and realized that was indeed the case. Later, when Fan Xian and Emperor Qing were fighting, Fan Xian was defeated because he lacked the necessary strength. There was no clash of their true energies. “Then it must be my problem.”

"How so?" Fan Xian asked.

"I don't know the specifics, but I previously tried to fuse the domineering true energy with my own proud blood battle intent, which might be the reason," Russell guessed.

The Tian Ce Mansion in the world of JX3 was founded by Li Shimin, and the Ao Xue Zhan Yi (Proud Blood Battle Intent) is also a cultivation technique practiced by Li Shimin.

Russell's talent is also exceptional; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to rise to prominence in the Tian Ce Mansion, where it's difficult for commoners to get ahead. The only one who can slightly surpass him is Xie Yuan, the leader of the Hao Qi Alliance.

"Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. I'll ask Uncle Wuzhu to think of a solution later." Fan Xian collapsed onto the bed in despair.

Wu Zhu probably doesn't have much of a solution either.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to practice on his own all these years.

“Speaking of which, you keep mentioning Uncle Wuzhu, but I’ve never seen him,” Russell asked curiously.

"What? Getting itchy hands and planning to spar with him?" Fan Xian said casually while lying back, "Then you'd better be careful. As everyone knows, there are five Grandmasters in total, and Uncle Wuzhu is the fifth one."

"Grandmasters are nothing," Russell scoffed. It was only because he hadn't encountered Russells from other worlds on his last trip that, according to Russell's deductions from Kyushu, there were already Russells at the level of immortals. Once they merged again on the next trip, what chance would grandmasters have? As for Wu Zhu, he only wanted to see him for one reason: he genuinely wanted to test the skills of a grandmaster.

Moreover, Ye Liuyun was a Grandmaster who was defeated by Wu Zhu, and if Ye Liuyun can do it, then Russell can certainly do it too.

He will only comprehend it faster than Ye Liuyun, and his combat power will be even stronger after the advancement.

"By the way, your plan didn't work out this time. What are you going to do next?" Suppressing his thoughts, Russell asked casually.

"Of course I'm going to find her!" Fan Xian got excited at this and quickly stood up, saying, "Perfect timing, Teng Zijing is going to spend the next couple of days with his son, so you can come with me tomorrow."

It was a rare opportunity to see something exciting, so Russell couldn't refuse and immediately said, "Sure."

Early the next morning, the carriage of the Ye family, the garrison commander of Kyoto, stopped at the gate of the Si Nan Marquis's residence. Inside the carriage, Ye Ling'er waited anxiously.

After a while, Fan Ruoruo led a young man with a sallow complexion and a slightly hunchbacked back out of the mansion. Ye Ling'er's eyes lit up and she went to greet him.

Before she could say a word, Russell swaggered out of the Fan residence's gate: "What are you doing here?"

"Why can't I be here?" Russell asked, puzzled.

Ye Ling'er was about to say something when she remembered her father's words about waiting and seeing, so she had to shut her mouth in a huff.

“Miss Ye, do you know Brother Luo? He’s a friend of my brother’s. He’s here to escort you, sir, to prevent any mishaps along the way.” Fan Ruoruo, unaware of the relationship between the two, took the initiative to introduce them.

Ye Ling'er came here because Fan Xian had asked Fan Ruoruo to make contact.

Previously at the poetry gathering, Fan Xian introduced himself as Guo Baokun's page, while Lin Wan'er said she was a maid from the Jing Prince's mansion.

Yesterday afternoon, seeing that his plan had failed, Fan Xian decided to act first and report later. He went directly to the Prince of Jin's residence and dragged Prince Jing's heir, Li Hongcheng, to look through all the maids in the house, but still couldn't find the chicken leg girl he was looking for.

Left with no other choice, Fan Xian decided to go directly to Lin Wan'er to solve the problem at its root.

"You're Fan Xian's friend? No wonder..." Ye Ling'er was even more shocked, but this also made her realize something.

No wonder Russell went to beat up Guo Baokun; it turns out he was avenging Fan Xian.

It’s true that people from the same family tend to be similar.

Russell's actions—attacking government officials and frequenting brothels—are practically identical to Fan Xian's.

"Let's go then." Having figured this out, Ye Ling'er stopped worrying about Russell's question, waved, and pulled Fan Ruoruo into the carriage.

Russell and Fan Xian boarded another carriage.

"You're about to meet your fiancée, aren't you excited?" Russell asked calmly from inside the carriage.

"How could that be?" Fan Xian pointed to his chest and said with certainty, "My heart is only for my chicken leg girl. No matter how beautiful this princess is, I won't even glance at her. To be honest, I wouldn't even give her a second glance."

"You said it yourself, don't regret it." Russell continued to set the trap, and Fan Xian readily fell for it: "Regret that I'm your son."

"Good!" Russell clapped his hands and said nothing more.

After about a quarter of an hour, the carriage stopped at the gate of the royal villa.

Ye Ling'er let Fan Ruoruo lead Fan Xian, who was disguised as a doctor, inside first, while she stayed at the door, keeping an eye on Luo Su.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Russell sat lazily in the carriage, silently circulating his inner energy.

In the world of Joy of Life, the difference between a Grandmaster and a Ninth Rank Upper Master is not just a realm, but a chasm.

If we compare a Rank 9 to a 3-star, 4-cost unit, then unless you encounter a lineup composed entirely of Rank 8 units like Tiger Guard, it is invincible.

So, the Grandmaster is a 3-star 5-cost unit, and the only thing that can deal with a 3-star 5-cost unit is another 3-star 5-cost unit. No matter what lineup you use, it won't help.

This thing can withstand a Barrett shot without dying; it's practically not a carbon-based life form.

Oh, except for Wu Zhu.

This guy is a robot, a pure silicon-based life form.

Fighting him is only possible through hand-to-hand combat.

Because the true energy in this world is essentially nuclear radiation, any true energy that hits Wu Zhu is replenishing his energy.

To paraphrase a very apt saying, it's like "my basic attacks are healing Baron Nashor"...

In this world, becoming a Grandmaster is quite simple: first, accumulate the true energy within your body, which is essentially nuclear radiation, to a certain threshold. Once you reach that threshold, you will achieve the ninth rank.

After that, one needs to shift from physical to spiritual cultivation.

There's a saying that perfectly captures this: "A grandmaster is a god inhabiting a human body."

This statement is practically an explicit statement.

A martial artist at the Grandmaster level has a body that can infinitely contain radiation energy, and their will is the key to unlocking this emitter.

From Ku He to Si Gu Jian, and then to Emperor Qing and Ye Liuyun, they all went through this process.

Russell will likely have to follow this path as well.

The only difference is that his foundation is the indomitable fighting spirit.

His fierce fighting spirit and unwavering determination contradict his personality, something he needs to adjust.

"Are you cultivating? You're so diligent!" Ye Ling'er sat down next to Russell and asked curiously.

“A martial artist who doesn’t aspire to become a Grandmaster is not a good martial artist,” Russell replied while maintaining the circulation of his internal energy.

"No wonder you're so amazing." Ye Ling'er nodded. Sure enough, no expert relies on luck.

"Um, there's something I wanted to ask you." After a moment of silence, Ye Ling'er scratched the back of her head and looked at Russell somewhat embarrassedly: "That night you broke my Great Coffin Splitting Hand technique. I tried it several times after I got back but failed. How did you do it?"

"Try? Try with whom?" Russell asked curiously.

Logically speaking, that night also belonged to the teaching bureau, and he practically broke down and demonstrated the method to break the Great Coffin Splitting Hand to Ye Ling'er. Ye Ling'er's martial arts talent was also quite good, so she shouldn't have been unable to learn it.

"My dad, I tried to press him down, and he slapped me away with his other hand." (End of Chapter)