Simultaneous Transmigration: We Level Up Alone Across Multiple Worlds

When Chen Chen walked out of the Na Du Tong office building, the sky outside was already turning west.

A girl with pink hair was standing at the entrance.

Wearing a light-colored coat, he stood with his hands behind his back, kicking a small pebble with his toes by the roadside.

Hearing footsteps, Lu Linglong looked up and saw Lu Lin beside her.

Lu Linglong then took two steps over, glaring angrily at Chen Chen.

"Senior Brother Chen...you're not being honest!"

"They just asked a few questions, nothing serious."

"Come on. Treat me to dinner." Lu Linglong turned and left.

"You pay."

Lu Lin followed behind, giving Chen Chen an apologetic smile.

A family-style restaurant.

Lu Linglong chose a seat by the window and pushed the menu to Chen Chen.

Chen Chen opened the menu.

Lu Lin sat down opposite them and poured a cup of tea for each of the three people.

After ordering, Lu Linglong rested her chin on her hand and looked out the window.

Her profile and the sparse figures of people on the street were reflected in the glass.

"You'd better behave yourself these next few days." Lu Linglong poked at the remaining half of the sweet and sour pork on the plate with her chopsticks, without lifting her eyelids.

"I won't have time to help your junior sister in a few days."

Chen Chen held the teacup, the rim of the cup resting on his lips.

"Where to?"

"Tang Clan".

Chen Chen put the cup down, but still spoke up to remind him out of kindness.

"The Tang Clan is a dangerous place. There's no need for you and Lu Lin to go there in person."

Lu Linglong, however, was no longer as carefree as before, and turned to look at Chen Chen seriously.

"Wugensheng's matter is related to my great-grandfather."

Chen Chen shook his head and didn't say anything more.

Lu Lin picked up a piece of food with her chopsticks but didn't join in.

Lu Linglong thought Chen Chen would continue to persuade her; he was just like that in Baiyun Temple, like an old woman.

Chen Chen put down his chopsticks, took out a small cloth bag from inside his coat, placed it on the table, and pushed it over; a thin hemp rope was tied to the opening.

"What is this?"

"Keep it with you; you might need it later."

Lu Linglong untied the hemp rope and peeked inside.

Several round, plump pills, pale in color, with a faint waxy sheen on the surface.

Alchemy was not a specialty of the Quanzhen School, and she did not recall that Baiyun Temple had taught it.

"Did you make this yourself?"

Chen Chen nodded.

When did you learn it?

"recent."

Lu Linglong stuffed the pills back into the cloth bag and tightened the rope.

She rolled her eyes inwardly at the unwavering indifference on Chen Chen's face.

He was detained by the company for a few days, and now he's suddenly produced a few pills out of thin air without a word of explanation.

"What you meant by 'it will be useful later'..."

She deliberately picked up the cloth bag and waved it in front of him.

"What does that mean?"

"It means exactly what it says."

Lu Linglong stuffed the cloth bag into her pocket.

"Okay, I'll take it."

Lu Lin watched the two talking and pondered silently. He realized the deeper meaning behind Chen Chen's words earlier than Lu Linglong, but he figured it was for Lu Linglong's own good and didn't delve into it.

The dishes were served one after another.

Lu Linglong finally couldn't contain her curiosity and asked.

"So what have you been up to lately?"

She felt no qualms about ordering around this cheap senior brother; after all, she might be able to find a strong man to help her.

"Go into the mountains and calm your mind for a while." Chen Chen picked up the teapot and poured her half a cup of tea.

Don't think I don't know what you're thinking.

"Hmph, good to know, you're a real pain in my head~~ Ouch!"

Chen Chen withdrew his hand.

Lu Linglong covered her forehead, glaring angrily at Chen Chen.

"Behave yourself."

"snort!"

She stopped trying to reason with him, but poked at his forehead twice with her chopsticks.

Before leaving, Lu Linglong went to the restroom, leaving only Lu Lin and Chen Chen at the table.

Lu Lin straightened the chopsticks.

"I'll keep an eye on her situation with the Tang Clan."

Chen Chen picked up the tea that had gone cold.

"She's so stubborn, can you really stop her?"

Lu Lin remained silent.

Lu Linglong returned from the restroom.

"I'm gone."

Chen Chen got up and paid the bill at the counter.

It was already dark when the three of them walked out of the restaurant, and the streetlights at the entrance of the alley cast a dim yellow glow.

Lu Linglong walked to the alley entrance, turned around and waved, the streetlights casting a dim yellow glow over her head.

"I'll come back to find you."

Chen Chen nodded.

Standing under the streetlight, I watched her and Lu Lin's backs disappear around the garbage station at the alley entrance until they were overtaken by the traffic on the distant street.

The little one from back then has grown up so much without us even realizing it...

After a brief moment of sadness, Chen Chen turned and walked in the opposite direction.

Touching the sac inside his coat, he pondered which medicinal herbs he had not yet prepared.

As for being confined to his home, Chen Chen didn't take it to heart at all.

……

……

On the north slope of Mount Everest, above the advance base camp, the air becomes thinner after the altitude exceeds 6,500 meters.

Every step is a challenge to the limits of the human body.

A commercial mountaineering team was making its way up the snow slope. The team was quite long, with several Sherpa guides at the front, the clients in the middle, and two backup guides at the back.

Everyone's face was covered by windproof masks, and puffs of white breath clung to the edges of their goggles, forming tiny ice crystals.

The wind wasn't strong, but the dry, stinging sensation as it brushed against my face against the snow was still quite noticeable.

A young guide at the end of the line suddenly stopped and pushed his goggles up.

"Let's go."

His teammate tapped his boot with his ice axe, sounding impatient.

"There are people over there."

"Are you out of your mind?!"

Following the young director's gaze, his teammate looked diagonally upwards and slowly reached for the binoculars on his chest.

The snow slope extends to the upper right, and after passing several bare black rock walls, the slope becomes steep, and further up is the boundary between the glacier and the snow.

On that boundary line, there is a small dark dot that is moving.

The teammate took the binoculars out of his chest and adjusted the focus.

There is a person in the telescope.

Wearing a dark coat, his face was exposed to the wind and snow, and on his feet were ordinary shoes. He stepped steadily through the knee-deep snow.

"What the hell?!"

That person had no equipment or protective gear, was not a member of any mountaineering team, and was not a mountain guide they knew.

His teammate tucked the binoculars back into his chest.

"Did you see that?"

"I saw it."

"He didn't bring any oxygen."

The teammate raised his wrist and checked his body temperature and pulse through a smartwatch.

"It's not a hallucination."

The other guests stopped as well, and some took out their cameras to take pictures in that direction, but the tour guide raised his hand to stop them.

The figure did not turn around.

After walking a few steps on the snow slope, I went around to the back of a rock wall. When I came out again, I was at a higher place, and my outline was getting smaller and smaller on the boundary line between the snow curtain and the gray daytime space.

Finally, it completely disappeared from sight.

The oldest Sherpa in the guide team stared at the patch of snow and mist where the figure had disappeared for a long time.

Then he turned around, waved his gloves at the group, and signaled to return.

The action was swift and decisive, leaving no room for doubt.

His facial expression was hidden by a windproof mask, only his eyes were still squinting, and he didn't leave that direction.

The group began to move again, leaving a trail of footprints of varying depths in the snow.

Chen Chen naturally noticed this group of ordinary people.

Ignored it.

As he continued climbing, the falling snow was blown away by an invisible wind, unable to touch Chen Chen at all.

The altitude has exceeded 7,000 meters.

The Quanzhen school's embryonic breathing technique naturally opens up in this environment, but it's far from reaching the exaggerated level that Chen Chen experienced, where skin pores replace part of the gas exchange through the mouth and nose.

Extreme cold is a natural tempering effect on the meridians.

Ahead was a narrow ice crevasse, and a few hundred steps further up was an ice slope with a naturally formed depression on the left side of the slope.

Ice cave.

This is our destination.