Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

"and?"

Yi Tianzhan asked curiously, "What kind of ability is this? It's completely different from blood and mental power."

This energy was too dangerous; even just standing far away, he could feel his heart pounding wildly.

The only thing he couldn't understand was that, despite being immersed in such terrifying fluctuations, the girl named Suma was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"I have received the blessing of the gods." Facing the Iron Emperor, Russell made no attempt to hide anything and said directly, "He granted me this power that surpasses everything in the world, which can save people from fire and water, and also destroy the world in an instant."

"Gods!? You can communicate with gods?" Yi Tianzhan asked in astonishment.

The Skyward Warriors were formerly known as the Northern Star Skyward Warriors. They wielded the power of the Northern Star and were the representatives of the gods on earth.

However, at the end of the world, the Lord of Revelation and the Grand Master who possessed divine power perished together. Lu Zongwu, a Skyward Warrior, opened the Skyward Armory under the banner of purging traitors and massacred the Holy Temple. From that time on, the Skyward Warriors lost their ability to communicate with the gods.

“I’m sorry to disappoint the sect leader, he is not the Desolate God.” Russell had no intention of deceiving Yi Tianzhan on this matter: “His only request of me is to establish an immortal dynasty on the prosperous land of Jiangnan.”

“The Sky Chariots take it upon themselves to protect world peace and will never establish their own dynasty,” Yi Tianzhan said.

“But the current Yin Dynasty has reached its end. The world needs a new change, and the Sky Chariots need it too.” Russell replied, “Furthermore, I also promised the Grand Preceptor that I would bring about the revival of the Feather Clan for her.”

Yi Tianzhan remained silent for a while. He was also a member of the Feather Clan. After a long time, he said, "I will help you as much as possible without violating the Heavenly Drive faith."

Russell smiled.

When it comes to bottom lines, there's either no retreat or an endless downward spiral.

"Speaking of which, does the sect leader know what I encountered today?" Russell continued to ask.

"Prince Qingyang?" Yi Tianzhan guessed.

Russell shook his head: "Not only that, I also encountered a descendant of Ji Yang, who was carrying a Tiger Roaring Fang Spear."

Yi Tianzhan was stunned upon hearing this. Ji Yang was his good friend, and they had once served together as the Fengyan Emperor. Ji Yang had passed on the Extreme Fierce Spear technique that he created to him.

"Do you know where he is?" Yi Tianzhan asked.

Russell waved his hand, and Ling Yuan, who was standing next to him, took out a piece of yellow paper from her bosom, on which the Ji family's address was written.

Ji Ye's father, Ji Qian, was the garrison commander of the southern part of the city, which was a fairly important place in Nanhuai City, so finding them was not difficult.

"Thank you." Yi Tianzhan nodded, sat down to the side, and said no more.

Now is clearly not a good time to see them; at the very least, we should wait until evening.

Russell also stopped around this time, withdrawing the nuclear energy from Suma's body.

It wasn't that he was stingy; it was just that nuclear energy was too terrifying. Apart from him, probably only a few gods in this world could control it to some extent. He was worried that if he just stored it in Suma's body, she would grow three heads.

This is also why Russell dared to claim that the world is at peace with nuclear weapons.

Although he couldn't do what a nuclear explosion could do, destroying hundreds of miles of land in one go.

If he has nuclear energy in his body, he becomes a walking source of nuclear radiation.

If he hadn't intentionally controlled it, the entire city of Nanhuai would be facing a biohazard right now.

Under the illumination of nuclear energy, there is no choice but to die, mutate, or evolve.

Whether it is death, mutation, or evolution, he cannot decide the whole, but he can choose the individual.

"I'll come back in seven days. The girl should wake up by then." After greeting Yi Tianzhan, Russell told Ling Yuan to take him away. As they reached the door, Russell added, "By the way, that kid named Ji Ye has a good talent for marksmanship. If you don't want to teach him, he's mine."

“I will try it myself,” Yi Tianzhan replied.

Russell didn't care; anyone who tried Ji Ye's talent would know.

……

Upon returning to the mansion, Russell received a message from Gong Yuyi.

Baili Jinghong wanted to host a banquet at Annian Palace to entertain the Qingyang tribe and invited him to go with them.

Russell, of course, would not refuse.

At this moment, in the An Nian Hall, Baili Jinghong sat in the main seat, with the Imperial Preceptor Gong Yuyi, the Crown Prince Baili Yu, the Princess Baili Huan, and finally Yu Ran on his right.

On the Qingyang side, Qingyang Crown Prince Asule sat in the left-hand seat of Baili Jinghong, while the second seat was occupied by Lü Baoyin Erlu Pasur, the Ninth Prince of Qingyang.

Lü Baoyin was the cousin of Lü Song, the Great Khan of Qingyang. He was known as the "Bow of Qingyang" and was the most distinguished prince of the Qingyang tribe. He was the most admired hero of the grassland people.

When Russell was pushed into the main hall by Ling Yuan, he immediately attracted a lot of attention.

He was still wrapped in a thick fox fur coat, with a thin blanket covering his knees, and his face appeared even paler in the lamplight.

The moment Asule saw him, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He recognized him as the mysterious man in a wheelchair whom he had encountered by chance at the city gate earlier that day.
Seeing that Asule was paying attention to Russell, Baili Jinghong assumed that the prince was curious about this special person and also wanted to show off Tang talent to win Russell over. So he smiled and introduced him in a friendly manner:
"Your Highness, this is Mr. Russell, a renowned scholar of Xia Tang, also known as Luo Lang of Xia Tang. To be honest, Mr. Russell played an indispensable role in the successful alliance between Xia Tang and Qing Yang."

Upon hearing this, Asule immediately stood up, bowed respectfully to Russell, and said sincerely, "On behalf of the people of Qingyang, Asule thanks Mr. Luo for making this possible."

Russell bowed slightly in his wheelchair, his tone as gentle as a spring breeze: "Your Highness is too kind. The friendship between our two countries is due to the foresight of the King and the Grand Prince of Qingyang, who care about the well-being of all people. I have only done my part and dare not take credit."

Asule was kind-hearted, and upon hearing Russell's words, he quickly bowed to Baili Jinghong in gratitude. Although Baili Jinghong knew that Russell was deliberately flattering him, he couldn't help but feel happy upon hearing these words and seeing the Qingyang prince's respectful attitude. He waved his hand and said with a smile, "Ah, from now on, the people of our two countries will be one family. Prince, please don't be so polite."

After saying that, he raised his glass and invited everyone to drink together.

This was supposed to be a good thing, but after taking a sip of wine, Asule couldn't help but cover his mouth and cough violently, his pale cheeks flushing an unnatural red.

Baili Jinghong knew he was frail and didn't find it strange, but Princess Baili Huan, who was sitting next to him, had a strange expression and couldn't help but ask, "Hey, how old are you this year?"

Asule caught his breath and answered honestly, "I was born in the Year of the Fire Rat of Qingyang, and I will be nineteen years old in two months."

Upon hearing this, Baili Huan couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "Only nineteen years old, and already so sickly, I don't know..."

He didn't finish his sentence, for he was interrupted halfway through by Baili Jinghong's stern rebuke: "Huan'er! Stop talking nonsense!"

However, Qingyang was already displeased.

Prince Lü Baoyin stared directly at Baili Huan and said coldly, "Princess, please continue. What is it that you don't understand?"

Baili Huan was first scolded by his father, and then glared at by Lu Baoyin, a fierce general on the battlefield. He dared not utter a sound and immediately shrank back, falling silent.

The atmosphere inside the hall became somewhat tense for a moment.

Just then, Russell coughed lightly a few times, successfully attracting everyone's attention.

With a slightly self-deprecating smile, he said jokingly:
"Princess, please don't worry too much. Even someone as crippled as myself has managed to survive in Nanhuai City for so many years. Prince Asule is merely a bit weak, and he's new here and experiencing some adjustment issues. Nanhuai City has a nurturing environment and a mild climate, perfect for recuperation. Perhaps it won't be long before His Highness adapts and gradually recovers." Baili Jinghong immediately seized the opportunity to reassure Asule and Lü Baoyin:

"Your Highness, please rest assured. Before the marriage, we were well aware of Your Highness's health condition and made thorough preparations. The Imperial Medical Bureau is ready to assist you at any time, and all kinds of nourishing medicinal herbs have been prepared. We will take good care of Your Highness's health."

Upon hearing this, Lü Baoyin's tense expression eased slightly.

He had not truly intended to sow discord with Xia Tang at this moment. This marriage alliance was mutually beneficial; Xia Tang needed the Qingyang tribe's iron cavalry to deal with the threat from Li Kingdom, while the Qingyang tribe also urgently needed Xia Tang's grain to survive the harsh winter. Seeing that the other party had offered a way out, he readily accepted, raised his cup, and gestured to let the matter drop.

And so the banquet passed without incident, and Qingyang and his party were respectfully accommodated in the imperial palace.

Russell left the palace accompanied by Ling Yuan, his wheelchair slowly moving along the quiet palace path.

Halfway there, a rider galloped up, none other than Tuoba Shanyue, one of the four great generals of the Eastern Continent.

He reined in his horse and rode alongside the wheelchair for a short distance.

"Is General Tuoba impatient?" Russell asked with a faint smile, gazing at the night sky ahead.

Tuoba Shanyue's voice was deep and undisguised: "The Prince of Qingyang has arrived. When can our plan begin?"

"Hasn't it already begun?" Russell smiled, looked up at the clear, bright moon on the horizon, and said in a calm tone, "General, you and I have been planning in the Lower Tang Kingdom for nearly ten years. Like a gentle spring breeze and nourishing rain, we have been waiting for so long. Why rush things now?"

Tuoba Shanyue remained silent for a moment, then finally sighed softly: "It is precisely because success is so close that I am even more afraid of things going wrong if things drag on."

Having said that, he said no more, pulled on the reins, and spurred his horse into the deeper darkness of the night ahead.

Ling Yuan continued pushing the wheelchair, walking slowly along the long palace path.

Her footsteps were extremely light, and there was no one around. Only the regular, slight creaking of the wheels rolling over the bluestone bricks echoed under the moonlight.

“Ling Yuan,” Russell suddenly spoke, his voice exceptionally clear in the silence, “Make arrangements for tomorrow. I need to meet with Prince Qingyang after the martial arts competition.”

"Understood." Ling Yuan nodded.

As the crown prince of Qingyang, Asule was not restricted in his personal freedom, so it was not difficult for her to make arrangements.

Thinking of this, Russell couldn't help but smile.

In my past life, I thought the story of Mei Changsu in Nirvana in Fire was nonsense. For example, "This is my person, that is my person, everyone is my person, and we still need to outwit and outmaneuver each other." It was simply ridiculous. It wasn't until he started plotting and scheming that I realized this was the normal phenomenon.

He only has one life, and he would never act lightly unless he was absolutely certain of victory.

Of course, unlike Mei Changsu, he didn't have a girlfriend with 300,000 cavalry under his command.

Furthermore, he genuinely aspires to dominate the world, and it's unlikely that he would retreat after marching all the way to the palace, only to have the emperor write a self-criticism edict and then withdraw his troops.

His gaze shifted from the moon to the long shadows cast by the palace walls in the moonlight. He slowly closed his eyes, as if weary, and his voice lowered as he murmured to himself:
"Although Baili Huan made a slip of the tongue today, it also represents the thoughts of many nobles in the Lower Tang Dynasty. Disdain and arrogance are the most useful weapons. The weaker and more vulnerable Asule appears, the more some people will lower their guard, and the greater our opportunity will be."

Ling Yuan didn't say anything and continued to push Russell forward.

"This city of Nanhuai is a place of peace and prosperity, but beneath this splendor lies a turbulent undercurrent. Between the Eastern and Northern Continents, dynasties and tribes, hatred and interests, this world needs a great fire to burn away the rotten wood so that a new life can be ushered in."

In any dynastic change, death is inevitable.

Whether they were commoners or royalty, they died in droves.

Bertrand Russell was certainly not a sentimental man; he was mentally prepared for this from the very beginning when he decided to live a decent life.

Speaking at this moment is merely an attempt to reassure oneself after the fusion.

The Russells of other worlds still held a great sense of justice for this world.

Even Russell, the assassin from the world of Joy of Life, has not lost faith in this world.

But he was different; from birth, his life was full of hardships.

I haven't turned into a schemer yet, thanks to the nine-year compulsory education system and that genius who puts public service announcements on children's channels.

However, he can't live off his past achievements forever. If he eventually discovers that the whole world is against him, he wouldn't mind carrying out a major purge.

……

Day two.

That is, September 20th of the eighth year of Emperor Yinxi's reign.

Daliuying, on the outskirts of Nanhuai City.

The camp was heavily guarded, and the cold glint of gun barrels shone down from the wooden towers, with the occasional thud of soldiers drawing their bows.

Groups of three or five people gathered in the distance, gazing into the distance, but dared not approach.

Everyone in Nanhuai City knew that this was a martial arts demonstration set up by the King to welcome distinguished guests from the Qingyang tribe, and it also included a competition among young warriors.

People gathered around out of curiosity, wanting to see the procession of the Qingyang tribe's crown prince. They hadn't had real contact with the barbarians for decades, and could only learn about the brutal barbarian cavalry from books.

"Lower the fence!"

Amidst a long cry, the massive gate slowly descended, completely isolating Daliu Camp from the outside world.

A fast horse came flying in, and the boy on horseback, covered in sweat, tightly reined in the horse, barely managing to stop at the door.

"Let me in!" the boy shouted. "I want to fight the barbarians!"

He practiced shooting all night, but he almost arrived late this morning.

He would regret it for the rest of his life if he didn't get in because of this.

"How dare you! The warriors who are going to compete have already gone inside. Who dares to act so arrogantly in front of Da Liu Camp?" The soldier in charge of the gate was unusually imposing.

"Let me in!" Ji Ye impatiently circled his horse in front of the gate: "I am the one who wants to fight the barbarians."

"Where is this? Did you come here? If you dare to cause trouble again, don't blame me for taking you down!" the soldier roared.

Hime's clothes were soaked through; compared to a noble samurai, he looked more like a ronin.

Fortunately, Russell had just arrived at that time.

The guards recognized Russell, offered a few polite compliments in a low voice, and quickly opened the camp gate.

Ji Ye looked anxiously at Russell and said, "Sir, I really am here to fight the barbarians. Please let me in."

Russell smiled and nodded, "Then please follow me." (End of Chapter)