Simultaneously traversing: the pinnacle of all realms

Lü Ze was awakened by the fragrance of flowers.

Wait—where did the fragrance of flowers come from in the backyard of Tongfu Inn? He suddenly opened his eyes and found himself standing in a sea of ​​white flowers.

Beneath my feet lay soft white sand, and all around me bloomed countless unidentified white wildflowers, as if someone had crushed and scattered baby's breath across the ground. Above me, there was no sky, but rather a soft, milky-white halo, as if I were encased in a giant eggshell.

"……dream?"

Lu Ze looked down at himself; he was still wearing the same worn-out short shirt. He pinched his arm.

It doesn't hurt.

"It really was a dream." He breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a little regretful. "Even in my dreams, I couldn't dream of mountains of gold and silver, or even just a flower. I'm not a little girl anymore..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw a person standing at the end of the sea of ​​flowers.

The man had his back to him, and was about the same height as him. He was dressed in white—not the plain white robes of a scholar, but more like some kind of shimmering fabric with faint golden patterns. His hair was long, cascading down his back, with a subtle silvery sheen at the ends.

Lu Ze walked over, his footsteps making a soft "rustling" sound on the white sand.

The man turned around.

Lü Ze was stunned.

It was a face just like his. Even more strangely, there were two small, pale golden horns on the man's forehead, hidden among his hair, like newly sprouting deer antlers.

Facial features, eyebrows and eyes—those eyes were amber gold, like a human's, but even more like… a deer's. The hair wasn't black, but a very light grayish-white, as if it had been frosted.

The two stared at each other for three seconds.

Lu Ze spoke, "You are... me?"

The other person tilted their head, their expression much calmer than his, but their tone carried a natural, unadorned curiosity: "You are... me?"

"Are you mimicking my speech?"

"Are you mimicking my speech?"

Lü Ze took a deep breath.

"Okay. My name is Lü Ze, what's yours?"

The man blinked his amber-gold eyes, seemingly pondering the question, before finally saying, "...I'm also Lü Ze?"

Lu Ze understood this time—it wasn't just parroting; it was simply the way the other person spoke, like someone who rarely communicated was using his sentences as a template.

"Are you me from another world?" he asked tentatively.

The man's eyes lit up, as if a switch had been flipped. He raised a finger and pointed it at Lü Ze's brow.

Lu Ze stared cross-eyed at the finger on his forehead, and suddenly a series of images flooded his mind—

A bamboo grove. A stilted house. In the distance, mountains rise, shrouded in mist.

A figure moved swiftly through the forest, as fast as a rabbit. The person flicked their wrist, and a golden light shot out from their palm, shattering a boulder.

Then the scene changes, and the person is squatting by the stream drinking water, with...deer antlers reflected in the water?

Lü Ze's eyes gradually glazed over—this image seemed somewhat familiar…

Memories gradually synchronize.

The Demonic Cult, Black-Hearted Tiger, the Seven Heroes...

"Rainbow Cat and Blue Rabbit: The Seven Swordsmen?"

The man—the "other Lü Ze" who had transformed from a deer—looked surprised. "Wulin Gaiden?"

It wasn't just images and memories that were being conveyed, but also something more ambiguous. Lü Ze felt a warm power flowing through the other person's body, like a spring stream, unhurried yet endless.

The other party also sensed something, tilting their head and revealing a subtle expression—probably sensing that Lu Ze's side... had nothing.

"You don't have internal energy?" Lu Ze asked, his tone tinged with doubt but not with disdain.

"No," Lü Ze said frankly, "but it seems like it has now."

Blessed spirit arrives.

Lu Ze nodded thoughtfully, and Lü Ze also understood the meaning:

This place is a transit point; power can be shared, but it depends on whether the world allows it. Just like his world is based on the worldview of "My Own Swordsman," a martial arts comedy that emphasizes humorous daily life, Lu Ze's mountain-shattering moves might just result in a slightly larger "sky-piercing monkey" if shared over.

Lu Ze withdrew his hand, nodded, then shook his head, seemingly organizing his thoughts.

After a while, he raised his hand and drew a few strokes on the ground, two circles, one with "My Own Swordsman" written on it and the other with "Rainbow Cat and Blue Rabbit" written on it, the two circles overlapping slightly.

Looking up at Lü Ze, he drew another circle, but with a question mark in the middle, and it only overlapped slightly with the other two circles.

He pointed to the overlapping parts.

Lü Ze understood: "Only those with good compatibility can synchronize?"

Lu Ze nodded vigorously, seemingly quite satisfied with the expression.

Lu Ze thought for a moment. Although "My Own Swordsman" is mainly about comedy, there are also many serious martial arts skills in it, such as Bai Zhantang's Sunflower Acupuncture Technique, the secret manuals dug up by tomb raiding masters, and various sects in the martial arts world.

Lightness skill, acupoint striking, and fist and foot techniques are all likely to be applicable.

As for Lu Ze's even more fantastical abilities, they would probably have to be offered at a significantly reduced price by the time they reach him.

"Alright," Lü Ze clapped his hands, "Shall I give it a try first?"

Lu Ze tilted his head, as if asking: Try what?

"Lightness skill!"

Lu Ze thought for a moment, took two steps back, and lightly tapped his feet, his whole body floating up like a leaf—not flying, but using light-footed skill. His movements were as light as a flower petal in the wind, twirling twice in the air before slowly landing in the distance, almost without making a sound.

Lu Ze stared, dumbfounded.

This isn't some fancy move, but its strength lies in its clean and efficient execution.

After Lu Ze landed, he tilted his head to look at him.

Lu Ze closed his eyes, trying to replay the actions in his mind. The scene was exceptionally clear, as if it were etched into his memory. He could even feel the way the other person exerted their strength—using their ankles to generate power, lifting their waist to lift their qi, circulating their internal energy, their whole body like a bow being gently drawn open.

He opened his eyes: "I'll give it a try."

I mimicked him, touched the ground with my toes, lifted my waist, and jumped forward.

My body did feel lighter, but I went from being a "shot putter" to a "wooden block".

"……that's all?"

Lu Ze remained calm, walked over, and patted him on the shoulder. A warm sensation spread from his shoulder throughout his body, and Lu Ze felt as if his bones had become lighter.

"Try again."

Lü Ze took a breath and then gathered his strength again—

This time it was much better. He took a step forward, his toes barely touching the ground, and he floated forward, landing with a sound as soft as a cat's.

While it's not quite as impressive as Lu Ze's "leaf-like" style, for an ordinary person whose legs were numb and who was sitting on the ground yesterday, this is already a qualitative leap.

"Great!" Lü Ze's eyes lit up.

"I understand. The things you share are like... downloading? No, it's more like they're etched into my brain, but whether my body can keep up is another matter. It's like finding something I've become unfamiliar with."

Lu Ze nodded in agreement. He pointed upwards, then pointed to his own head, meaning: This space might share something deeper—memories, perceptions, even one's origin. Although it's convenient, one still needs to familiarize oneself with it.

Lu Ze suddenly thought of a question: "What can you get from me?"

Lu Ze paused for a moment, seemingly having not considered this question. He lowered his head to think for a moment, then looked up, a very subtle expression appearing in his eyes—

He pointed to Lü Ze's mouth.

He nodded, then pointed to Lü Ze's expression and gestured—roughly meaning "expressive."

Lü Ze was both amused and exasperated: "So what you got was...someone more human?"

Lu Ze's expression was unusually lively—he rolled his eyes.

After saying that, he walked to the side and sat on the ground in a daze, and Lü Ze also sat down next to him.

He suddenly felt that this was a bit absurd.

He transmigrated and became an ordinary young man seeking refuge with relatives in the world of "My Own Swordsman," and also encountered a deer-man version of himself in the world of "Rainbow Cat and Blue Rabbit Seven Heroes."

"Could it be that a proctologist has conquered all the universes?"

He couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Lu Ze tilted his head in confusion.

"It's nothing," Lü Ze waved his hand, "I just think... this is quite interesting. It seems we're the elders in this space. I'll focus on my training here, and you can focus on... living well over there. Maybe we'll even encounter other versions of ourselves later."

Lu Ze nodded and reached out to press something in the air.

The sea of ​​flowers and trees shattered into countless golden specks of light, drifting in the sky like fireflies.

"Oh? So you created all of this."

Then Lü Ze felt a blur before his eyes, and the white light and Lu Ze himself began to become blurry.

It's time to go back.

He heard Lu Ze say his last words, his voice much smoother than before, as if he had finally found his own speaking pace:

"You can do the same, after all, this is our place."

Lu Ze opened his eyes on the bed board, feeling that he could still go back there at any time.

The night outside the window was dark, and the chickens in the coop were clucking. The paper windowpane was still torn, and the night wind blew in, carrying the chill of late autumn.

He tried circulating his internal energy—his body had indeed changed a lot compared to before, as if an invisible shell had been removed.

Lu Ze raised his hand, lay on the bed board staring at the beams, and suddenly smiled.

"...Alright, I need to learn something too. I can't keep taking advantage of 'myself' all the time."

He turned over, pulled the tattered blanket tighter around himself, closed his eyes, and went back to sleep.

After all, it took several days of hard work to get to Tongfu Inn, and I still have to work early tomorrow morning.

Lu Ze yawned in bed and mumbled something indistinctly:

"I wonder which version of myself will appear in the future."

The hen in the coop clucked twice more, as if in agreement with him.