Simultaneous Transmigration: Freedom Across the Heavens

With a creak, Fan Xian pushed open the courtyard gate, followed by Teng Zijing. He walked in front, with Teng Zijing, whose meridians had been sealed and who was temporarily acting as his bodyguard, behind him.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Bai Li leaning against the stone wall with his arms crossed, looking at him with a half-smile.

"I still don't know this gentleman's name?"

Bai Li tilted his head slightly, a playful smile curving his lips, and said, "My surname is Bai, the Bai of Bai Qi and the Li of Tian Li."

White up!

Upon hearing those two words, Fan Xian's expression changed drastically, a complex mix of surprise and delight that was difficult to describe. He immediately blurted out, "You are too..."

Bai Li smiled and interrupted him, reminding him, "Are you sure you want to talk here?"

"Yes, yes, yes."

Fan Xian nodded repeatedly, looked around to make sure there was nothing amiss, then quickly stepped forward and led the way, saying, "I've been negligent, Brother Bai, this way please."

He took only half a step before pausing, scratching his face slightly awkwardly, and chuckled dryly, "Brother Bai, your silver needles..."

Bai Li smiled, glanced at Teng Zijing, and thought, "As expected of the protagonist, his underlings are practically offering themselves up." With a flick of his wrist, three silver needles flew out from Teng Zijing's body and then swiftly retracted into Bai Li's sleeve.

"Thank you!" Teng Zijing felt a lightness in his body, and his internal energy immediately resumed its flow, no longer feeling the shackles he was carrying.

Bai Li nodded and walked side by side with Fan Xian.

Teng Zijing followed behind the two, wondering who Bai Qi was and whether he had any connection with the Fan family. Although he was full of questions, he wisely kept his mouth shut and secretly kept an eye on the surrounding movements.

In the pavilion in the backyard of the Fan residence, a maidservant brought tea and pastries.

Fan Xian and Bai Li sat facing each other, while Teng Zijing stood guard about ten paces away to prevent anyone from eavesdropping.

Fan Xian grabbed the teacup and, disregarding all decorum, gulped it down in one go.

He was so lonely in this world, and today, encountering someone who seemed to be from his hometown, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve and said, "Brother Bai, are you also from over there?"

Bai Li picked up the teacup, took a small sip, and said, "Imperial Jade Liquor."

Fan Xian subconsciously replied, "One hundred and eighty per cup."

"Odd changes, even remains the same."

"The sign indicates the quadrant."

That hit the nail on the head. Fan Xian suddenly clapped his fists and palms together. They were from the same hometown, family members who had grown up in the same spring breeze. Years of loneliness and grievances welled up in his heart, and his eyes involuntarily filled with tears. He looked at Bai Li with burning eyes and said, "Old Bai, I...I'm so lonely!"

"What does your loneliness have to do with me!" Bai Li couldn't stand his gaze and quickly changed the subject, feigning profundity as she asked, "Fan Xian, have you ever thought about going back?"

Fan Xian's excitement froze, his brows furrowed, and he pondered the question carefully.

At first, he really wanted to go back, but after living in Danzhou for many years, he had long since come to terms with reality. Now, hearing Bai Li say this, hope rekindled in his eyes, and he tentatively asked, "Brother Bai, do you have a way to go back?"

He quickly switched between three different titles: Brother Bai, Old Bai, and Brother Bai.

This Fan Xian is really quite suited to survive in this world.

Bai Li put down her teacup and calmly said, "Oh, no."

"Then what are you talking about!" Fan Xian's eyes were full of resentment. "Old Bai, are you kidding me?"

Well, he's back to being Old Bai again. Bai Li glared at him irritably and said, "I can't go back because I don't need to. This is my hometown."

Fan Xian's hand, which was reaching for the pastries, froze in mid-air, his eyes filled with confusion. He asked, "This is my hometown? What does this mean?"

"It means exactly what it says."

Bai Li slowly opened his mouth and revealed the truth of the world in its entirety: "This is the original world, but it has undergone a nuclear war and civilization has been restarted."

The so-called temple was a refuge base left over from a previous civilization; and you, too, were not transported by accident, but rather are part of a consciousness transfer experiment.

The evening glow on the horizon, the setting sun shining alone, cast long shadows of the two people.

The conversation lasted all afternoon. After learning the truth, Fan Xian remained silent for a long time. He never imagined that this was the original world, and he never imagined that he was a product of an experiment. He couldn't help but doubt the world and even whether he himself truly existed.

Bai Li put down his teacup, slamming it heavily on the table to break the silence, and said, "Fan Xian, all you need to remember is that you are real, and the people around you are real, that's enough."

Fan Xian was startled awake by the sound. Reflecting on Bai Li's words, he realized it was true. He had grown up in Danzhou since childhood, and all his experiences were undeniably real. There was also Uncle Wu Zhu, the Old Madam, Fan Ruoruo, Master Fei...

Thinking of this, the confusion in Fan Xian's eyes disappeared, and he sincerely cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Brother Bai, for telling me the truth, and thank you even more for your guidance. Otherwise, I might still be struggling with myself."

Bai Li waved his hand: "No need to be so polite, we're all friends. I also have something I need your help with."

"Brother Bai, please do your best to help me as long as it's within my power," Fan Xian said, patting his chest loudly.

Bai Li didn't mince words: "It's not a difficult thing, I just want to borrow your domineering martial arts manual to take a look."

Fan Xian was stunned. The domineering martial arts technique was left to him by Ye Qingmei, and Uncle Wuzhu had specifically instructed him not to teach it to others casually.

However...on second thought, Bai Li is not only from the same hometown, but he also just told him about the inside story of this world. This trust far exceeds that of external things.

He gritted his teeth and thought, "Fine, it's just a manual." He laughed and said, "No problem, Brother Bai, take it and read it if you want."

It's done! Bai Li was overjoyed, and his smile deepened. The two drank tea instead of wine, chatting about everything under the sun, and often reminiscing about the past, both sighing with emotion.

Night, in a guest room at the Fan residence.

Bai Li lay on the cloud bed, flipping through the domineering cultivation manual in his hand, deep in thought. This technique was based on tempering the inner spirit and expanding the meridians, forcibly incorporating the residual nuclear radiation from the world into the body. True energy erupted from the Snow Mountain Qi Sea behind his waist, flowing straight through his entire body. It was completely different from the conventional techniques that circulated the eight extraordinary meridians.

"interesting."

Bai Li sighed softly, recalling that Fan Xian only had the first volume, while the second volume was in Emperor Qing's possession. It should be about how to break through the wicked and establish a new order, replacing the tyrannical with the benevolent way to achieve the path of a grandmaster.

However, he himself did not need the second volume. The domineering method of the first volume happened to be the same as Gui Mei's, so he did not need to worry about the backlash of true qi causing his meridians to be broken.

Bai Li raised his hand, and wisps of electricity crackled and popped as they flew across his fingertips.

He could clearly feel that as his skill deepened, his cells seemed to undergo some kind of transformation, and he was now a humanoid controllable nuclear energy source.

At that moment, a tremor ran through the depths of my soul.

"This feeling!"

Bai Li's heart stirred, and he connected his soul to the Origin Space. The scene before him instantly changed. In addition to Bai Li and Zongwu Bai Li, two more figures appeared in the Origin Space.

One of them was dressed in a deep blue ancient-style robe, with a reserved demeanor, and his background was unknown.

The other person looked wary, wearing long sleeves and trousers, and most noticeably, a headband with a spiral pattern in the middle.

Naruto!

The four Bai Li members shouted this sentence almost in unison, their eyes meeting, a sudden realization dawning on them.

"Come on, don't be shy." Zongwu Baili patted the ball of light and extended an invitation.

The two new family members hesitated for two seconds, but still reached out and touched the ball of light. Instantly, the five of them became telepathically connected and exchanged information.

As expected, the one in the long robe and trousers with the spiral pattern was none other than Hokage Hakuri, a member of the same clan and the same age as Hatake Kakashi, whose timeline is currently in the Third Shinobi World War.

His talent couldn't compare to Kakashi's; he was just average-looking, having just graduated from the Ninja Academy. He knew a bit of Hatake swordsmanship and regular ninjutsu, and was filled with worry about going to the battlefield as cannon fodder. Then, a cheat code fell from the sky, a real lifesaver.

The other person, dressed in white robes, was actually from the Young Songrs. He was lucky; both his parents were disciples of the Sword Heart Tomb, so he was born with a status. However, his parents died early, and he is now an ordinary disciple of the Sword Forging Hall, skilled in sword forging. The specific timeline is unclear, but it is known that the King of Langya is still alive.