Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

Very good, the night-clothes gathering is a good one.

Tonight is truly lively.

"You're looking for Fan Xian? He's not here, you'll have to wait a bit." Russell waved to the figure on the rooftop.

The person on Fan Xian's rooftop couldn't possibly be there to see him, could they?
But then he saw the guy on the roof shake his head and beckon to Russell.

They really did come looking for me...

Russell tilted his head, then burst forward in an instant, arriving in front of the man in black above. He threw a punch, but the man in black made no attempt to dodge, twisting his wrist to parry with his own palm.

Fist and palm collided, producing a dull yet unusually muffled impact sound. Two domineering true energies of the same origin but with different emphases collided violently, stirring up an invisible wave of energy!

Russell felt a soft yet incredibly powerful force travel through his fist. Using the momentum, he somersaulted backward and landed lightly back in the courtyard, his feet firmly planted on the ground.

The figure in black on the rooftop swayed slightly, taking two steps back to dissipate the force, a hint of surprise flashing in their eyes beneath the black veil covering their face.

Overbearing True Qi?

Both Russell and the thief were taken aback.

The man in black finally confirmed what he and his master were thinking. He had come tonight on orders, intending only to observe and test the waters up close. Now that his purpose had been achieved, he did not wish to linger. He turned and stepped out, leaving trails of afterimages in the night sky.

"Come and go as you please? Did you even ask me?"

Russell, however, was relentless. He sneered and used his Dragon Steps to catch up with Hong Sixiang in just a few steps.

There are only four cultivators of domineering true qi in the world, including him. Besides Fan Xian and Emperor Qing, the only one who sneaked into the Fan residence tonight is Hong Sixiang, the chief eunuch of the Great Qing Dynasty.

This character is set up to be invincible below the Grandmaster level, and if it weren't for the fact that he couldn't lock his true energy due to his physical defects, he would definitely be a Grandmaster.

How could Russell possibly let such a person get away so easily?

The two then engaged in a chase through the capital city, one after the other.

Hong Sixiang frowned slightly, quickened his pace, and sped across the continuous rooftops.

However, to his alarm, no matter how he changed direction or sped up, Russell behind him was able to keep up closely. The distance between them not only did not increase, but actually tended to shorten.

Without turning his head, Hong Sixiang flicked his finger, sending a condensed, icy finger wind piercing through the air toward Russell's face.

Russell, with his keen senses, casually swung his cane and precisely tapped the wind on his middle finger, shattering it into a ripple of energy with a soft "poof".

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Russell flicked his fingers again, producing a continuous whistling sound, but his speed remained completely unaffected.

The energy that Hong Sixiang unleashed was shattered before it even reached him.

In a chase, the two moved at high speed across the rooftops of Kyoto, like two black lightning bolts, while the streets below remained silent, unaware of the thrilling pursuit taking place overhead.

Being so persistently pestered by a junior, even a clay figure would have some temper, let alone Hong Sixiang. His impatience was finally ignited.

Very well! Although His Majesty only allowed a test, it wouldn't be disobeying the imperial decree to actually fight this boy, find out his true strength, and see what kind of monster Wu Zhu had trained!

With his mind made up, Hong Sixiang suddenly stopped in his tracks in an open area near the outskirts of Beijing. He turned around abruptly, and a terrifying aura as imposing as a mountain suddenly erupted, locking onto Russell, who was chasing after him.

Russell also calmly stopped, landing lightly a few feet opposite Hong Sixiang. He casually waved his cane, making a "whoosh" sound as it cut through the air, and then stuck the cane into the ground tile on the side.

"Since you came all this way to see me, why did you run away so fast like a startled rabbit as soon as you saw me?"

A few dry, low chuckles came from under Hong Sixiang's veil, but he did not reply.

The next moment, he suddenly exerted force with his feet, instantly pushing his internal energy to its limit. His figure disappeared from the spot without warning, and almost before his laughter had even subsided, his thin hand had already appeared in front of Russell's chest.

印！
The palm struck Russell squarely in the chest, but the expected explosive retreat did not occur. Instead, Russell raised his left hand, gripped his wrist tightly, and pulled him sharply towards him.

With an unparalleled burst of strength, as Hong Sixiang's body uncontrollably lunged towards him, Russell's right elbow, which had been poised for a moment, was already thrust out.

In the rush, Hong Sixiang had no choice but to raise his left arm to block, and at the same time, his dantian exploded, and fierce true energy rolled along his meridians in his chest and abdomen.

With a dull thud, Hong Sixiang was struck in the chest and staggered back a step. However, since Russell was still holding his right wrist, he simply withdrew his palm and thrust his left knee forward. Russell countered with his own knee.

Like two giant bronze pillars colliding, a visible shockwave exploded from where their knees met, sending up billowing clouds of dust.

Russell grinned. Hong Sixiang truly deserved the title of the number one person below the Grandmaster. The true energy he had accumulated over the decades was comparable to his own when he was in the Six-in-One form.

Hong Sixiang also frowned, but he didn't understand. No matter how talented or gifted a martial artist was, there was always a process of accumulation.

Even His Majesty, at that age, wouldn't dare claim to be his match now.

But Russell did just that.

Whether it's the breadth of their meridians, the domineering nature of their true energy, the toughness of their tendons and bones, or the strength of their skin and flesh, none of them can rival them, and the latter two even seem to surpass them.

It's true what they say, a big monster taught a little monster...

Suppressing all his thoughts, Hong Sixiang twisted his captured right hand, which also gripped Russell's wrist. With a surge of powerful true energy, he first broke free from Russell's left hand, and then, with all his joints working together, he thrust his long left arm straight out like a spear into Russell's chest.

Russell remained expressionless, took a deep breath, concentrated the energy in his chest, and exhaled the breath into a sword the instant his left hand reached his chest.

This sudden strike did not pierce Russell's chest; it merely broke through the skin before being trapped by the muscles. Instead, Hong Sixiang was struck in the forehead by Russell's sword strike and sent flying backward, his turban shattered and his hair disheveled.

"Impressive skills. Are you a master from the palace?" Russell asked knowingly.

Hong Sixiang didn't answer. He rubbed his aching forehead, unleashed his domineering true energy to its maximum, and strode away. This time, Russell didn't chase after him.

The general level has been tested; if we continue to pursue it, it will be a matter of life and death.

Numerically speaking, he was much stronger than the old eunuch, but in many skills and the way he used his inner energy, he was inferior to his opponent.

In a life-or-death battle, Hong Sixiang would inevitably die while he would be seriously injured, which wouldn't be worth it for him.

He could wait a while longer until he fully integrates the Bloodlust Battle Intent with the Overbearing True Qi. At that time, he can naturally clear the level without taking any damage.

When Russell returned to the Fan family's courtyard, Fan Xian had already returned and was sitting at the stone table, reading medical books by the light of a solitary lamp.

Hearing footsteps, he looked up, a sly and irritating smile on his face: "Oh? You're back? I thought you'd be staying at Zuixianju until dawn."

Before he could finish his joke, Russell interrupted him: "Still laughing? I'm coming to kill you."

"..." Fan Xian's smile froze instantly, like a duck being choked. He blinked before asking uncertainly, "Who? Who wants to kill me?"

“Of course, it’s your future brother-in-law, Lin Gong, the second young master of the Lin family.” Russell walked over and sat down opposite him, pouring himself a cup of cold tea.

"Lin Gong?" Fan Xian was taken aback at first, then realized what he meant. "Him? Why would he want to kill me?"

He had never met this guy before, so why would he kill him for no reason?
Russell didn't speak, but simply raised his head slightly to "look" at Fan Xian.

Despite the black silk separating them, Fan Xian could almost feel the other person's speechless gaze, as if to say, "Don't you have any self-awareness?"

Fan Xian felt a little embarrassed by that gaze, subconsciously rubbing his forehead. He carefully recalled his actions since arriving in the capital and couldn't help but sigh, "Alright..."

He remembered. On his first day in the capital, he went to Zuixianju in a big way. Although he had already used Russell's name to prove to Wan'er that it was a misunderstanding, he then had Russell beat up Guo Baokun, a member of the Crown Prince's faction, in the street. Although the Guo family later inexplicably settled the matter peacefully.

But Guo Baokun was clearly not the type to keep things under control. Thanks to his big mouth, even Wan'er knew that he had been beaten up by Fan Xian with a sack over his head.

So, in the eyes of Lin Gong, a typical rich kid and doting brother, wasn't he just a lazy, violent, blond-haired hoodlum?

No wonder...

"But how did you know Lin Gong wanted to kill me?" Fan Xian pressed. Although he didn't doubt the truth of the matter, it was a matter of life and death, and he had to find out the truth.

“That’s what Si Lili said,” Russell answered readily.

"Si Lili?" Fan Xian was even more bewildered: "How could she, the most beautiful courtesan at Zuixianju, know that Lin Gong wanted to kill me?"

“That’s because her true identity is a spy from Northern Qi who has infiltrated Southern Qing.” Russell continued, “And she is one of the main executors of tomorrow’s assassination attempt on Niulan Street. She has an assassin named Cheng Jushu under her command, and he will be the one to carry it out tomorrow.”

Fan Xian was completely baffled. He pointed at Russell, then at the direction of Zuixianju outside the house, and finally spread his hands, his face full of confusion, as if saying, "What is all this about?"

The amount of information was really overwhelming; his CPU couldn't keep up.

Russell understood his confusion and succinctly summarized it as follows:
“You can think of it as Si Lili betraying us and surrendering. She called me over tonight to tell me about this plan. With me here tomorrow, you will naturally not die, but afterwards, she will inevitably be exposed. So what you need to do is save her life before the Princess and the Crown Prince’s people find her and silence her.”

"I'll save her life?" Fan Xian pointed to himself, finding the task utterly absurd: "Me?"

"The Censorate," Russell prompted, "Chen Pingping will be back soon. Go to him; he won't refuse you."

Fan Xian opened his mouth, wanting to ask something more, such as why Chen Pingping helped him, but after thinking about it, he didn't ask. After all, he already knew enough to make a reaction.

Time came to the second day.

The carriage departed from the Fan family residence and slowly passed through Niulan Street. Teng Zijing drove the carriage, while Luo Su and Fan Xian sat inside.

Knowing that he would be assassinated, Teng Zijing kept looking around as soon as he entered Niulan Street.

"Don't be so nervous. With Russell here, nothing will happen." Fan Xian lifted the carriage curtain and began to observe the only route to the Liujing River.

There aren't many residential houses around Niulan Street, but there are some shops that have fallen into disrepair many years ago, hence the nickname "Broken Shops". It's very quiet here, with hardly any pedestrians, whether it's day or night, making it the perfect spot for ambush and assassination.

Fan Xian peeked out from behind the curtain, watching the large expanse of sycamore leaves slowly recede overhead, and the sunlight streaming in. He couldn't help but sigh. His brother-in-law wanted to kill him, and his mother-in-law wanted to kill him too. His marriage was truly fraught with difficulties.

As they walked, Fan Xian suddenly frowned. He looked around as the carriage passed by and found everything quiet and nothing unusual.

Suddenly, he twitched his nose and smelled a very faint sweet scent.

This is the taste of "Khunenine," a type of arrow poison extracted by the Western Barbarians from a frog they favored.

"They're here," Fan Xian reminded him, his body already leaping out of the carriage window. He grabbed Teng Zijing by the collar and pulled him out of the carriage.

Just as he jumped off the carriage, a large stone was thrown from behind the alley. It whistled through the air and slammed into the carriage. The stone and the carriage exploded at the same time, scattering into countless pieces of gravel and wood that flew into the air. Immediately afterward, a hail of arrows came flying, piercing the area around the carriage.

Amidst the clanging and clattering sounds, the arrows were all caught and then thrown back. Accompanied by the screams of archers from the shadows, Russell, wielding an iron rod, slowly emerged from the dust.

At this moment, Fan Xian and Teng Zijing had already engaged in combat with Si Gu Jian's two grand-disciples. These were two female swordsmen, unmasked, which Fan Xian knew meant they had no intention of letting him leave alive.

With another loud crash, the wall at the corner of the alley in the distance collapsed, and a giant-like man emerged from the ruins. He scanned the area around him, finally fixing his gaze on Russell. With a beastly roar, he pounced on Russell.

Cheng Jushu's martial arts style can be summed up in four words: powerful and heavy.

This is his innate talent. All schemes and tricks are futile in the face of absolute power. Similarly, the same applies to techniques. As long as you have the brute force to crush everything, you don't need to consider any power-generating techniques.

The so-called "skills" are simply supplements from other aspects because the numerical values ​​are insufficient.

It's like Superman, with that kind of super strength. Learning Wing Chun or Bajiquan is all nonsense. As soon as one punch goes over, if you can block it, you'll first call the opponent a hero, and then throw a second punch to knock them down.

Whether it's fantasy, xianxia, ​​or wuxia, brute force is always the most direct way to overcome all techniques. (End of Chapter)