Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

Gods exist in the world of Kyushu.

Just like the Wild God worshipped by the Skyward Warriors and the Ruins God worshipped by the Moon God.

Together, they created the world; the former represents the physical body, and the latter represents the spirit.

In the historical legends of the Feathered Clan, the Merfolk Clan, and the Kuafu Clan, there are also shadows of gods in each of them.

Therefore, when Russell claimed to have become a god, Miyako didn't have much doubt.

No one knew Russell's physical condition better than her. It was safe to say that if it weren't for the Sky Chaser's tireless search for medicinal herbs and her Feather Clan's secret techniques in recent years, it would be hard to say whether he could have survived past the age of twenty-three.

Only a legendary deity could possess such power to transform a sickly, feeble-living person into a warrior capable of fighting dragons and tigers without anyone noticing.

"Do you know the name of the deity who blessed you? Has He given any divine pronouncements?" Gong Yuyi asked Russell with concern.

There is no such thing as a free lunch in this world; humans have desires, and so do gods.

"Where is Jin Hezai? His name is Jin Hezai." Russell said solemnly, "His only divine decree is that I should trample the lands of Jiangnan and accomplish the great feat of an emperor!"

"Jiangnan?" Gong Yuyi frowned. She could understand the idea of ​​becoming emperor, as relying on the emperor's power would be more conducive to spreading the belief in the gods. But why Jiangnan? Although Jiangnan was extremely prosperous, geographically speaking, it was not suitable as a capital city.

Of course, that's not important.

Her lifelong pursuit was the revival of the Feather Clan, and now she finally saw unprecedented hope in Russell.

She immediately moved her beautiful eyes slightly, leaned closer to Russell again, gently stroked his cheek with one hand, and then sat in his lap.

This time, Russell did not refuse, but instead asked knowingly, "Does the Grand Preceptor have something to ask?"

"What I seek, do you not know?"

Gong Yuyi's eyes were mesmerized, and her brows revealed a captivating sweetness. She parted her lips slightly and gently licked Russell's Adam's apple with the tip of her tongue. Her hand also reached for the sash of her dress, but Russell pressed her wrist down.

Under Gong Yuyi's questioning gaze, Russell grinned and said, "I'll do it myself."

Gifts are more meaningful when you open them yourself.

"Hmph..." Gong Yuyi glanced at Luo Su with a charming look, but did not refuse. Instead, she placed her hands in front of her lower abdomen, appearing ready to be taken.

Russell immediately got up, laid Gong Yuyi flat on the bed, and began his search from bottom to top.

First, she removed her shoes and socks, revealing a pair of almost perfect feet.

Her small feet were as white as jade, with a rosy tint. They were delicate and charming, with smooth and delicate skin on the instep. Through the fine, translucent skin of her white instep, one could faintly see the tiny blood vessels deep beneath the skin.

Her feet were long and slender, seemingly boneless, with delicate yet full ankles and beautiful curves. Her arches were slightly high, and the skin on her heels even showed the lines of her skin. Her toes were even and neat, like ten slender scallions, and her pink, shiny nail polish looked like pearls embedded on her fair toes.

Next, they climbed up and peeled off the last layer of Gong Yuyi's close-fitting fleece pants, caressing her legs.

Her legs were also long and fair, not the bony chopsticks legs. Her thighs were plump and rounded, delicate and soft, while her calves were extremely slender.

Finally, the upper body is done.

A beautiful woman is like a precious gem; if she is completely naked, she is no longer beautiful. In Russell's view, being half-covered and partially revealed is the best.

Upon arriving here, Russell remained calm and composed, instead appreciating the work as if it were a piece of art.

"Are you done yet?" Gong Yuyi was getting a little annoyed by Russell's gaze, and her long, curled eyelashes trembled.

With her legs together, her delicate toes gripped tightly.

"coming."

Russell responded.

He naturally knew how arduous Gong Yuyi's patience was when she finally received rain after a long drought.

……

Even after the storm, the air still carried the fishy smell—the smell of the sea.

Russell let out a soft breath, the excitement in his eyes lessening slightly. He reached out and gently stroked Gong Yuyi's smooth, long hair, feeling the person leaning against his neck, breathing softly. His hand naturally slid down her hair to her jade-like back, finally wrapping around her waist.

Two full hours had passed, and it was almost dawn.

"I have to go. That old bastard Baili Jinghong should be waking up soon." After resting for a while, Gong Yuyi mustered up some strength, propped herself up slightly, her black hair cascading down, and her cheeks, still flushed, became even more beautiful as she looked at Russell.

Her eyes were alluring and captivating, exuding a sweet fragrance, and her voice trembled slightly, stirring the heartstrings.

“It’s understandable that the elderly have poor sleep quality.” Russell chuckled and patted Gong Yuyi’s smooth back.

The winged creatures had concealed their wings, only revealing them when they lost control of their emotions.

Russell still really liked the wings; although they were also reins, the wings gave them a much more intense feeling than the hair.

Gong Yuyi then got up and took out her usual clothes from the wardrobe next to her.

This wasn't the first time she'd spent the night here, but she'd always slept in plain clothes before. This was the first time she'd gone all out like this, going straight to the heart of the enemy.

After she finished dressing, Russell returned to his listless state, walked to her side, and whispered, "With the Li Kingdom about to attack, Baili Jinghong won't live much longer."

"I know, I'm leaving." With that, Gong Yuyi tiptoed slightly and gave Russell a kiss on the lips as a reward, then climbed out of the window again and rushed back the way she came.

"Owner."

Just then, Ling Yuan's voice rang out from outside.

Russell never kept anything from her, whether it was his recovery, his plans, or his relationship with Gong Yuyi.

"Come in." Russell called out, and Ling Yuan pushed open the door. Her gaze swept over the disheveled bed, and she advised with concern, "Although the master is protected by the gods, he has only just recovered. It would be best to exercise some restraint."

"Ouch, I suddenly can't hear anything..."

Without any hesitation, Russell began to play dumb.

Ling Yuan is good in every way; she is obedient in some matters and unyielding in others.

“Master…” Ling Yuan had no choice but to mutter something and pushed Russell out of the room and into the hot spring pool.

This mansion, bestowed upon Jinghong, is fully equipped with all kinds of facilities.

"What time is it?"

After soaking in the pool for a while, Russell opened his eyes and asked.

“It’s already late Chou hour. According to the secret message sent back by the general, the Qingyang tribe should have entered the city at Chen hour,” Ling Yuan replied.

The general was naturally referring to Xi Yan.

General Xi Yan was the number one general in the Lower Tang army, the second most famous general in the Eastern Continent, and one of the four great generals of the Eastern Continent, known as the "Fox General".

He was the Imperial Guard General and Earl of the Great Yin Dynasty, the Marquis of Yuannan, and the Commander of the Martial Hall of the Lower Tang Kingdom. Of course, he was also the Sect Master of the Ten Thousand Fortresses Sect of the Sky Chaser Warriors. "At Chenshi... it's time to go and greet him." Russell glanced at the strong body and powerful limbs in the water and couldn't help but want to see the bearer of the Bronze Blood.

As for Asule's blood syncope, it was not a problem for him either.

Russell stood up, and Ling Yuan wanted to come forward to wipe him, but she saw a wisp of white smoke rise from his body, and there was no longer a trace of moisture on his body.

Ling Yuan was taken aback; this was the second time she had directly witnessed the changes in her young master.

The first time was just now; the shaking of the bed never stopped from beginning to end.

“Let’s go, after breakfast, come with me to the city wall to join the fun,” Russell said.

"Yes." Ling Yuan responded and pushed her way out of the hot spring room.

……

Chenshi.

At the city gate of Nanhuai, the silent cavalry, carrying the banner of the Leopard, marched forward, crossed the gate, and officially entered the city of Nanhuai.

A full moon peeked out from among the flags. A boy, barely a teenager, lifted the leather curtain that shielded the windshield of the carriage and silently observed this land, so different from Qingyang.

The elderly female slave hurriedly came forward and rushed to close the curtain: "Young Master, the weather is still chilly, and you are not in good health. Don't let the cold air blow on you."

"No, it's much warmer here than in Qingyang." The boy smiled, his face pale. The creaking of the wheels on the ground swallowed his words, amidst the dust and smoke of the post road.

The moment he entered Nanhuai City, he felt countless gazes directed at him.

One of them was particularly unusual. Following that gaze, he saw a man in a wheelchair sitting by the window of a restaurant.

His eyes held no curiosity or mockery like others', but rather seemed to gaze upon a long-lost friend.

Does he know me? When?
Asule asked curiously.

His intuition was always accurate, but he couldn't remember when he had met this man from the Central Plains.

"Master, is he the heir of the Qingyang tribe?" Behind Russell, Ling Yuan naturally saw Asule as well, but Asule's appearance was very different from what she had imagined.

He is, after all, the crown prince of a barbarian tribe. His physique should not be as strong as a bear, but it should not be so weak. He looks like he could be blown over by the wind. How can he survive on the wild grasslands?

To put it bluntly, if you put this Prince Qingyang, his master, and a goose on the same stage, the goose could easily defeat them both with just two wings.

"Doesn't it seem so?" Russell smiled and said, "Don't judge a book by its cover; the eyes are the gateway to the heart."

"Eyes? What's in his eyes?" Ling Yuan asked curiously.

“Lions, and wolves,” Russell said.

Asule was raised by the Lion King Longge Zhenhuang, and in his eyes there really was a lion.

Just like the male lion in the pride, Asule was indeed a gentle little lion.

As for the fierce wolf in his eyes, it came from his bronze blood, the bloodline of his ancestors.

Ling Yuan didn't quite understand, nor did she particularly want to understand; she simply watched from afar.

Before long, the sound of footsteps on roof tiles came from afar. Russell looked over and saw a boy with a gun chasing a girl from the rooftops in the distance. They eventually came to the convoy.

"Is it an assassin?" Ling Yuan asked warily. She knew Yu Ran; she was the niece of the Imperial Preceptor Gong Yuyi. She didn't recognize the person chasing her, but she thought it couldn't be such a coincidence.

Russell shook his head, a smile playing on his lips: "It's fate."

They've arrived; this must be the first meeting of the three, a meeting foreshadowed by fate.

The future successor of Qingyang Zhaowu Duke, Daxie Yulie King, and Ji Wushen.

“Look at the gun in his hand,” Russell pointed out.

Ling Yuan looked over in confusion, then exclaimed in surprise, "The Roaring Tiger Fang Spear!? He's a descendant of the Ji family?"

The Roaring Tiger Fang Spear is one of the Seven Weapons of the Big Dipper. In the Heluo language, it is called "Mamuerdusgolia," which means that the tiger's teeth tear apart the souls of the cowardly.

The spear is seven feet seven inches long, with a sandalwood shaft and a dark gold metal blade, forged from meteorite iron using the Heluo casting technique. The spearhead can penetrate three layers of iron armor, and when swung, it is accompanied by a tiger's roar. On rainy days, it emits a ferocious tiger's howl, and is known as the "Soul-Eating Spear".

As a sacred artifact of the Skyward Racer, its status is second only to the Cangyun Ancient Tooth Sword, containing the legend of slaying dragons and the soul imprint of Heluo.

“Yes, descendants of the Ji family.” Russell narrowed his eyes, then looked away. “The sect leader should be back as well. Come with me to see him.”

“Yes.” Ling Yuan nodded and pushed Russell down the restaurant.

After navigating a maze of alleyways, the two exited the city through the east gate.

Before long, they arrived at a small courtyard, where the aroma of medicinal herbs could be smelled from more than ten meters away.

Ling Yuan pushed open the door. There weren't many people in the courtyard. Apart from an old man with white hair, there was only a doctor and a woodcutter.

"You've arrived." Upon seeing Russell, Yi Tianzhan wasn't particularly surprised, but simply said, "She hasn't woken up yet. I arrived too late; she suffered injuries to her heart and lungs."

"As long as I'm alive, that's all that matters." Russell didn't care. Under the astonished gazes of everyone, he stood up from his wheelchair and stepped into the house.

The smell of medicine was stronger inside the room than outside. The girl lay on the bed, her face pale, and her chest barely rising and falling.

This girl is Suma, the daughter of Lion King Longge Zhenhuang, and Asule's true childhood sweetheart.

In the original storyline, Asule was attacked by Chenyue on his way to Nanhuai City. Suma took a knife for him and died on the spot.

Her remains were later taken away by Lei Bicheng of Chenyue, resurrected, and eventually married Asule's eldest brother, the eldest prince Bimogan.

Now, under Russell's influence, Yi Tianzhan brought Suma back ahead of time. Although Suma was seriously injured, he was still alive.

As for why Lei Bicheng resurrected Su Ma after killing her,

Russell's assessment was that he was idle.

The Void God worshipped by Chenyue represents chaos and death, which leads to the followers of Chenyue being like the White Lotus Sect, without a fixed goal, and they will rebel against whoever is in power.

It's like a troublemaker.

“She is seriously injured now; that knife was only a hair’s breadth away from her heart.” Although Yi Tianzhan was curious about Russell’s changes, he did not point it out directly, but instead reminded her.

"Don't worry." Russell nodded, and an indescribable aura immediately surged from his body.

Yi Tianzhan retreated repeatedly, his warrior's intuition telling him that this power was extremely dangerous.

"what is this?"

"This is a nuclear weapon, the nuclear weapon of world peace." (End of Chapter)