Mercenaries in Two Worlds

This commotion was noticed by everyone in the square. Some people sighed and pitied, while others showed a hint of jealousy and schadenfreude. Most remained expressionless. Those who came here to meditate generally knew that there were three possible outcomes when trying to comprehend the statue of the Supreme Dao Lord. The first was that nothing happened, which was the case for almost everyone. The second was that they obtained sword techniques or movement techniques, a rare occurrence with fewer than fifteen people in the last hundred years. The third was that they reached halfway through their comprehension but couldn't fully understand it. These people either went mad on the spot or developed a mental demon that would accompany them for life. This type of person was also very rare, almost the same as the second type.

Just when everyone thought Zhang Qian was going crazy, the data light cluster in Zhang Qian's mind suddenly formed a text: "The host is comprehending the cultivation technique. Automatically switch to Yin-Yang Mirror function to enhance the host's comprehension ability."

With a deafening boom, a thunderous sound echoed in Zhang Qian's mind. Trapped by the illusion, Zhang Qian felt as if he had broken free of his prison and regained his freedom. Looking at the statue of the Supreme Dao Lord again, Zhang Qian sensed with a profound connection the Supreme Dao Lord's unrestrained free will, his fearless spirit that shattered the heavens, and his supreme will that followed his own heart. Following this feeling, countless memories surfaced in Zhang Qian's mind, transforming into the people he had met, the books he had read, and the movies he had watched.

Zhang Qian has transformed into an old woman collecting trash at a high school. She's currently struggling with an old man over a water bottle. For this broken bottle, she's abandoned all dignity and shame, gripping it tightly. The old man opposite her is spewing the most vile curses, his scattered yellow teeth emitting a stench like a cesspool. Looking up, she sees a student on the second floor of the teaching building looking at her with pity, but the student has a strange familiarity, as if she's seen him somewhere before, as if it were herself. Just then, a school leader happens to pass by, reprimanding her and the old man as if scolding a student…

Winter has arrived, and the wind is getting stronger. Zhang Qian is no longer allowed to collect scraps in the school. In the dead of night, she wanders aimlessly, pulling an empty sack. She doesn't know where to go, she doesn't know where she should go... Perhaps she should die, die under the overpass, die in the tunnel, die in the park.

But she didn't want to die yet. She wanted to see the morning sun, the energetic students, and the rushing waters of the Meijiang River... Yes, she didn't want to die yet. As long as she was alive, there was hope, wasn't there? Perhaps tomorrow a kind student would bring her a bowl of hot porridge, perhaps tomorrow her children and grandchildren who had abandoned her would come looking for her...

The next moment, Zhang Qian suddenly transformed into Tang Ze Xuehui from "White Night Walk." Like a fairy from another world, she had been corrupted by the evil of the world, her heart hardened to the point of iron. Her tightly closed heart no longer saw herself or anyone else as human; they were merely pawns in a game of chess. For revenge, she moved forward step by step, leaving a trail of blood behind her. At this moment, Zhang Qian touched Tang Ze Xuehui's cold heart. He smelled the intoxicating, poppy-like fragrance emanating from her. He sensed the utter lack of emotion Tang Ze Xuehui felt when Kirihara Ryoji fell. She might be a devil, she might be a viper, but this was her life, this was her choice, so resolute and unwavering.

Zhang Qian seemed lost in the river of time, transforming into one real and one fake character after another. He felt Howard Hughes's flamboyant intelligence and endless torment from illness, Rinko's extreme joy at committing suicide with her lover, and the explosive elation of a young entrepreneur ringing the bell on Nasdaq... Zhang Qian was unaware that he had transformed into countless lifetimes...

A crimson light suddenly appeared in his mind, and a deafening voice, as if from the heavens above, resounded: "What is Heaven? What is Earth? What is the Dao? I have cultivated the Myriad Lives Divine Art for a hundred lifetimes, yet I have not comprehended it. What is Heaven? What is Earth? What is the Dao? Today I have attained enlightenment. I am Heaven, I am Earth, I am the Dao. There is no need to borrow the Dao from Heaven, nor the Dao from Earth. What I have learned is the Dao. The so-called Dao Heart is neither good nor evil, neither yin nor yang; it resides entirely within the heart. If the heart is firm, the Great Dao is attainable. My heart is bright. If there is no law in the world, I will wield my sword to protect it; if there is no Dao in the world, I will spread it far and wide..."

A sense of freedom and liberation, a Taoist principle, was deeply imprinted in Zhang Qian's mind...

"The Supreme True Law," Zhang Qian murmured. "I am Heaven, I am the Law, my principle is the truth. The dust of the world cannot cloud my heart, the darkness of the mortal world cannot obscure my eyes. I am like a wild beast in the wilderness, free and unrestrained... The Supreme True Law." His hazy gaze gradually hardened. He had decided to learn this Supreme True Law.

The Supreme True Method was created by the Supreme Dao Lord over hundreds of lifetimes before he ascended to immortality and transcended the void. Zhang Qian, using the Yin-Yang Mirror function of his quantum computer, amplified his senses and transformed himself into the figures he had seen, enduring the suffering of countless reincarnations, finally passing down the Supreme True Method.

No one around knew what was going on. The seemingly mad Zhang Qian suddenly fell silent for a moment, then opened his eyes in a daze, gradually regaining his senses. They had never heard of obtaining cultivation techniques by comprehending the statue of the Supreme Dao Lord. All those who had succeeded in comprehending it before had obtained sword techniques and movement skills.

"Oh, I shouldn't have brought you here, it's my fault." When Wang Yi saw that Zhang Qian had woken up, he thought that he had been infected with a demon, and he felt extremely guilty.

Zhang Qian was overjoyed to have obtained the supreme true method, but he dared not say it out loud. Seeing Wang Yi's self-reproachful look, he was both amused and exasperated. He could only pat Wang Yi to show that he was alright, "It's nothing. I was just trapped in an illusion. The Supreme Dao Lord said that my aptitude was not enough and kicked me down. I'm fine now."

Wang Yi looked at Zhang Qian carefully and found that there was indeed no dark aura from his inner demons in his eyes. He breathed a sigh of relief and comforted him, saying, "It's okay. Next time, I'll save up some money and buy you a better cultivation technique. Don't waste your great talent."

When Huang Gou saw that Zhang Qian had almost grasped the essence but failed again, his tense face relaxed and he gloated. He loudly said to the servant beside him, "Hmph, he dares to come even though he's not qualified enough. Does he think everyone is like me? It's a good thing he didn't comprehend it, otherwise I would have my father extract his soul and take out the technique."

The sycophantic servant, having failed repeatedly, hurriedly chimed in, "That's right! Young Master Huang Gou comes from a family of cultivators, and his master, True Man Huang Zhu, is a Golden Core stage expert. If Young Master Huang Gou can't comprehend this technique, who can..."

"Haha, Huang Gou, Huang Zhu, this family didn't use their brains when naming their children. They must be related by blood." Zhang Qian was initially a little angry when he heard Huang Gou's words, but after hearing the Huang family servants deliberately speaking loudly to show off Huang Gou's status, he suddenly stopped being angry and just found it funny, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Those who had been hesitant to laugh due to Huang Gou's identity could no longer contain themselves, and the square erupted in laughter. Even several self-proclaimed masters who had been meditating with impassive expressions couldn't help but cover their mouths and chuckle.

Huang Gou was immediately enraged and his face turned red. He couldn't stand it any longer. He stood up and stomped on the servant in blue a few times. He then left angrily with the rest of the group, even using his footwork. How urgent was that!

The servant in blue, whose brain was completely malfunctioning, cried out mournfully, "Young Master Huang Gou, why don't you want me anymore? Young Master Huang Gou, Young Master Huang Gou..." His cries were pitiful and mournful, but the content of his words was quite amusing.

The square erupted in laughter, and everyone forgot all about Zhang Qian.

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