Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

Chapter 173 New Path, Old Fate

Strange Stories from the Imperial Astronomical Bureau:

Do not go up to the eighth floor of the Star-Picking Tower after three quarters past midnight, otherwise you will be cursed by an extremely terrifying unknown creature and all your experimental data will be reset to zero.

——A certain fifth disciple of the Si Tian Jian who got up in the middle of the night to process experimental data and suffered a devastating disaster and did not want to reveal his name.

……

"You haven't been going out much lately. I see that your forehead is dark. You may have a bloody disaster in the near future."

It’s still the same gossip platform.

Russell sat cross-legged in the corner, grinning, his handsome face covered with bruises.

The warden lay leisurely on a rattan chair, sitting cross-legged with half a mung bean cake in his hand. A copper coin fluttered like a butterfly between his fingertips. The copper kettle dripped water and hung upside down. The broken utensils and decorations around him were reassembled and returned to their original positions as if a movie was played in reverse.

"Didn't you ask me to come here? Also, you old man have no martial ethics. Why did you use sneak attacks?" Russell complained sullenly. During this time, he took a breath because his facial muscles were stretched too much, causing a wound at the corner of his mouth.

"What do you mean by that? You're still not convinced?" The Supervisor glanced at Russell and glared at him. "I'll give you this chance. I'll let you three moves, and then we'll practice another round."

"I give in. I was just joking with you." Russell smiled apologetically.

He must be crazy to fight with the supervisor again.

After trying, Russell was sure that a first-class sorcerer, especially one in the capital, in the Imperial Astronomical Bureau, was definitely not someone he could challenge at the moment.

Just now, the Supervisor was not even isolated from the starry sky. Following Russell's call to summon the illusion of stars, he only pointed a finger.

This finger not only shattered Russell's protective star energy and immortal body, but also made Russell feel like he was surrounded and kicked by a dozen shirtless men.

There's a saying that goes, the fists fell like raindrops, beating Russell so hard that he screamed.

The supervisor snorted with disdain and disappointment.

He hadn't encountered such a tough and durable sandbag in a long time.

In the whole world, apart from the super-class ones, the only ones he can deal with with ease are the White Emperor's clone in the Great Wilderness and the Acala Dharmakaya of the Bodhisattva Galashu in the Western Regions.

But these two will never appear in the capital of Dafeng, unless all the external prefectures and counties of Dafeng are conquered and the enemy troops are at the gates of the city. But by then, the strength of the Supervisor will be reduced to an extremely low level, and it will be impossible for him to be invincible below the super level like he is now.

After a while of breathing exercises, under the influence of the starlight and the time hourglass, Russell's injuries gradually healed. In the end, except for the wound on his face that persisted, his star power and immortal body had recovered as before. "I've fought, what's the matter with you calling me here?"

"Aren't you curious?" The supervisor glanced at Russell unhappily.

"Didn't I just lose my mind? You are a magnanimous person. Don't bother with me." Russell said shamelessly.

"Virtue." The Supervisor drank the wine in his cup slowly and said, "It's nothing serious. I just observed the stars a few nights ago and suddenly found that the Seven Deadly Gu seemed to have a problem."

Seven Deadly Gu! ?

Russell's expression grew serious, and he quickly asked, "What do you mean? Do you need some research on Essence Blood Gu?"

The Supervisor's words were still easy to convince people, and after all, the Seven Deadly Gu was a super-quality item with an unclear positioning. Even though Russell had enough confidence to use the Seven Deadly Gu for himself, he still felt a little uncontrollable fear in his heart when the Supervisor said this.

"Why bother with so much trouble? I've already studied it. It's no big deal." The supervisor said indifferently.

"Has it been studied? When?" Russell asked curiously.

From the time they met until now, all they have done is bicker and fight, and he has never lost his consciousness. How could he not remember this happening?

"Just now, when I was beating you up, it just came easy." The Supervisor raised his eyebrows provocatively at Russell. Russell wasn't fooled, looking at his nose, his heart, and his second brother, pretending not to see anything. Seeing this, the Supervisor was a little disappointed, and then said in a very strange tone: "Sometimes, I can't help but wonder what kind of species you are."

"What do you mean?" Russell asked.

"Everyone is born as a human being, and the characteristics they possess are unique and cannot be replicated, but you..." The Supervisor looked at Russell, his pupils full of light, reflecting people, dragons, slimes, jellies... and even a blurry mosaic.

Forget it, watching too much will pollute your eyes.

The warden shook his head and said no more. He looked up and seemed to be able to see a tall, half-open door at the end of the sky through his empty eyes.

"One more thing." Russell organized his words and asked, "Do you think I have a chance of becoming a Martial God?"

The warden glanced at Russell in surprise, his eyes filled with scrutiny.

"I understand." Russell already had the answer in his mind, and seeing the supervisor's attitude, he was not too disappointed.

"How do you know so much?" the supervisor said with some distress.

He is the incarnation of Heaven, the number one in the sorcerer system, and a destiny master who has been invincible in the world for five hundred years. Usually, he is the only one who plays tricks and reveals secrets in front of others. Why is he turning against Tian Gang in front of Russell?

The implicit meaning of Russell's words was to tell him that he had been seen through.

"The effect of the Heavenly Gu." Russell lied casually, but the Supervisor blew his beard and exposed his lie without hesitation: "Bullshit."

How could he not know what the Heavenly Gu does?

Russell coughed awkwardly, but fortunately the supervisor did not delve into the issue further.

The two were silent for a while, and it was the old man who took the initiative to speak, breaking the deadlock: "It seems that you are not willing to be inferior to others. Now that you know that the road ahead is blocked, you must have considered choosing another path. Is it Gu?"

"It's Gu, but also Wu." Russell walked to the side of the Supervisor and stood shoulder to shoulder with him. He imitated the other's temperament and made the same posture of a master, standing with his hands behind his back and gazing into the distance.

"Tell me about it." The supervisor became interested.

"Humans are the spirits of all things, and Gu is the essence of heaven and earth."

As soon as he opened his mouth, the Supervisor's face turned serious. "Humans are the spirit of all things, and Gu is the essence of heaven and earth." It has only been half a year since he obtained the Seven Absolute Gu, but he has such a deep understanding of the art of Gu.

Besides being shocked, the Supervisor also felt a bit regretful.

With such a big imagination and such rich and wonderful ideas, he is a natural born sorcerer. If he had been discovered earlier and accepted as a disciple, who knows to what extent he could have developed the sorcerer system. Maybe after he passes away, there might be a chance to bring him back with Russell's wild ideas.

But it is too late now... For all living things, survival is the instinct of existence, and any creature with intelligence will not be willing to return to silence as long as there is a slight possibility, even the Supervisor who is the incarnation of the Heavenly Dao is no exception.

As for Russell, he was completely clueless about what the Supervisor was thinking and continued to expound on his own philosophy: "The word gu doesn't have to be restricted to a fixed form. Every flower, grass, stone, tree, sun, moon, stars, and all living things can be a gu."

All things are poisonous, and humans are no exception.

The potential of the human body's internal organs, eight extraordinary meridians, roots, bones and membranes is worth exploring in depth.

In Russell's conception, one first transitions with a poisonous insect, nurtured with the power of the poisonous god, and gradually becomes a human being to refine the poisonous insect, and finally replace the power of the poisonous god with the power of qi and blood, and replace the natal poison with the natal divine orifice. The external refining turns to the internal refining, digging out the secrets of the human body, developing supernatural powers, and seizing the fortune of heaven and earth, until it becomes the ultimate life form that reaches the limit of the world and touches the rules of heaven and earth, which is the so-called super product.

Russell called this way the way of refinement.

After listening to this, the supervisor remained silent for a long time, as if he was thinking about the feasibility of this idea.

"Combining the Way of Gu and the Way of Martial Arts is indeed a good idea. You can give it a try." After a long pause, he first expressed his affirmation in a complicated tone, then immediately asked, "Is this miraculous mimicry technique of yours the magical power you mentioned?"

"Yes, I call this magical power ever-changing," Russell admitted.

"Infinitely changing, that's quite apt." The Supervisor nodded and then warned, "A reminder: before reaching the First Rank, when you conduct experiments, try to use an avatar or puppet to avoid attracting the Law Creation Tribulation. With your current strength, it's still too much for you to face a tribulation of that level."

"Creation of Dharma Tribulation?" Russell was stunned. Does this thing exist in the Dafeng world?
But he didn't feel it when he used the pulse technique and the innate Qi system, and Chu Yuanzhen, if such things really existed, he and Chu Yuanzhen should have been familiar with each other long ago.

As if sensing Russell's confusion, the Supervisor added, "Besides the martial arts and Dao systems nurtured by Heaven and Earth, when a living being in the universe creates a system capable of reaching an extraordinary level, Heaven will send down a law-creating calamity. In the countless years that have passed, only two people have successfully transcended this calamity. Their names are familiar to you: the Buddha and the Confucian Sage."

"Confucian sage?" Russell tilted his head.

Buddha is still okay, as he is the incarnation of the Daoist Master. But if what the Supervisor said is true, only those of the first level can withstand the Dharma Creation Tribulation. Russell really doesn't know how the Confucian cultivators who have no fighting power at all in the early stage can survive it.

Hearing the doubt in Russell's tone, the Supervisor curled his lips and explained, "Before the Confucian Sage established the Confucian and Taoist systems, he himself was a half-step martial god."

"Excuse me." Russell coughed slightly embarrassedly.

It turns out that the "Analects of Confucius" in this world is also "Lun Yu".

It's simply outrageous. A Confucian and Taoist super-class half-step martial god who can change the rules at will, if he hadn't died young due to the limitation of luck, who knows how powerful he would be.

No wonder, although both are super-level beings, the Witch God and the Gu God are no match for the Confucian Sage at all, and they surrender and accept the title obediently.

……

The next day, the palace.

Emperor Yuan Jing sat cross-legged on a cushion, half-closing his eyes, and said calmly, "Is everyone here?"

The old eunuch bowed and said respectfully, "The royal family, civil and military officials are all here."

Emperor Yuan Jing opened his eyes, his smile tinged with coldness: "Change your clothes and go to court. After today, no one in the world will ever slander the achievements of the King of Zhenbei again."

The old eunuch lowered his head. This matter was a royal secret and he would not comment.

Outside the Meridian Gate, Emperor Yuan Jing held a rare court meeting, so naturally no civil or military officials would be absent.

Civil officials stand on the left and military officials on the right.

At the front of the line of military officers was the Prince of Zhenbei, the center of the current situation in the capital and even the entire Dafeng.

It was the hour of Yin and the sky was pitch black.

In the stone lamps, candles flickered with orange flames, shining in harmony with the torches held by the two rows of imperial guards.

The ministers gathered at the Meridian Gate in the cool breeze, silently waiting for the morning court session.

Occasionally, familiar officials would talk to each other with their heads down and whisper to each other, but the overall atmosphere remained silent.

Looking at the prince in the dragon robe at the front of the team, the officials seemed to be holding back their anger, which was expanding, yet restrained, waiting for the opportunity to explode.

"Today, Your Majesty must punish the Prince of Huai severely! To comfort the souls of the 380,000 people of Chuzhou!" Censor Liu, who did not know the truth, tightly grasped the board in his hand. As an eyewitness to the Chuzhou case, he wished that the Prince of Zhenbei would be cut into pieces and torn apart by five horses.

Two seats in front of Censor Liu, Zheng Xinghuai, the former governor of Chuzhou, had swollen eye bags and bloodshot eyes. He did not speak. Running around these days had exhausted his energy. Today's court meeting was his last chance. If he failed, he would die.

"dong dong dong"

Soon, the sky brightened and the sound of drums could be heard from the tower of the Meridian Gate.

Civil and military officials lined up in tacit understanding and entered the slowly opening palace gate one by one.

Jinluan Palace.

Officials of the fourth rank and above entered the hall and waited silently for a quarter of an hour. Emperor Yuan Jing, dressed in a dark gold dragon robe, finally arrived and sat on the dragon throne at the top. He looked down at the officials in the hall who were bowing and kneeling with a playful look.

This look lasted until he saw a figure with a straight back, and the teasing suddenly turned into a sinister look.

Impotent and furious... Russell and Emperor Yuan Jing looked at each other, the corners of their mouths curled up, and they couldn't help but sneer in their hearts.

He knew what Emperor Yuan Jing was thinking. He convened a grand court meeting so suddenly because he must have doubted his identity after checking accounts with Emperor Zhen'e. He wanted to expose his identity in front of all the civil and military officials, and then put the blame for the massacre in Chuzhou City on him.

It’s a pity that Emperor Yuan Jing’s plan is destined to fail today.

Beside Emperor Yuan Jing, the old eunuch pretended not to notice the two "brothers" looking at each other. He pondered for a moment, then said in a clear voice: "If you have something to say, please report it. If not, please dismiss the court."

Zheng Xinghuai strode out of the group, walked to the front of the gentlemen, bowed, and said in a deep voice:

"Your Majesty, the Chuzhou general, Prince Huai, has colluded with the Wushen Cult and the head of the Earth Sect to achieve personal gain, securing promotion to the second rank and slaughtering 380,000 people in Chuzhou City. This atrocity is unprecedented since the founding of Dafeng, and it is a source of outrage to both heaven and man. Your Majesty, please demote Prince Huai to a commoner, behead him at the Meridian Gate, and hang his head for three days in memory of the 380,000 innocent souls... and make this known to the world."

Russell felt helpless as he listened to Zheng the Governor's accusations against him.

He originally thought that avoiding Lord Zheng would save him from having to worry as much as in the original novel, and he only had to wait for him to finish this drama. Unexpectedly, Lord Zheng set out from his hiding place with his entourage as soon as he learned of the death of Prince Zhenbei, and met them just before the delegation boarded the ship, so he accompanied them back to the capital.

(End of this chapter)