Mercenaries in Two Worlds

Zhang Qian watched Huang Gou walk away quickly and finally stopped laughing.

Suddenly, another notification popped up in my mind: "Analysis of the cultivation technique's trajectory was successful. The Yellow Sun Divine Skill, a low-level Earth-rank cultivation technique, cannot be improved. Analysis of the martial arts technique's trajectory was successful. The Yellow Sand Mark, a mid-level Profound-rank cultivation technique, will be automatically improved to a high-level Profound-rank technique."

"Huh? This is Huang Gou's martial arts techniques and skills, haha, what a clown."

"Wait, how come I remember there's an extra advanced Heavenly Rank footwork technique called 'Sunset Glow'? And it's from a Supreme Dao Lord! Impressive, impressive! The things 1024 gave me are truly extraordinary. But wasn't there supposed to be a sword technique? Why is it failing me? I can't analyze it?"

People like Zhang Qian, who are always looking for more than they have, are now somewhat regretful that they didn't get the Supreme Dao Lord's swordsmanship.

Seeing Zhang Qian's sudden shift from joy to sorrow, Wang Yi thought to himself, "Oh no, Zhang Qian's brain has probably been damaged by the Supreme Dao Lord's aura. It's better if he doesn't stay here."

Pulling a bewildered Zhang Qian along, he quickly walked out, leaving only a group of persistent cultivators diligently trying to comprehend the matter. Unfortunately, some things cannot be obtained through hard work alone; at crucial moments, one still needs a good father—oh, no, a good cheat code.

"Waaaaah." Just as I stepped out of the mercenary center building, I saw a dirty little boy kneeling on the side of the street, crying incessantly, with a corpse wrapped in a sack next to him.

Seeing this, Zhang Qian felt sorry for Wang San. He touched his pocket and realized that he only had a dozen or so coins that he had won from gambling with Wang San, which he couldn't afford to give away.

Wang Yi stepped forward, squatted down, and asked, "Kid, what's wrong?"

"Waaah... My father was beaten to death... I have no money." The little boy cried while wiping away his tears. Judging from his thin body and pale face, he had probably been starving for a long time.

Wang Yi took out five taels of silver from the cloth bag at his waist. Zhang Qian glanced at it and realized that this was almost all of Wang Yi's cash. He thought to himself that Wang Yi was indeed a kind-hearted person, otherwise he would not have been so kind as to bring him back from Ghost Night Forest.

When the little boy saw Wang Yi slip him five taels of silver, he quickly waved his hand and said, "No need for so much, one tael is enough."

Wang Yi forcefully pried open the little boy's hand, placed the silver in his palm, then helped him close his hand and held his little hand, saying, "Take the rest and buy something to eat."

"Wah..." No one knows how much injustice this little boy had suffered in the past, but now that he finally saw someone sympathize with him, he burst into tears and didn't stop.

After crying for a while, the little boy finally stopped sobbing and said, "Thank you, Uncle. My name is Chen Hao. What's your name, Uncle? I'll repay you when I grow up."

Wang Yi reached out and patted his head with pity, saying, "No need. Where are you going next?"

"I... I want to go to Qingxuan Sect to cultivate immortality, master martial arts, and avenge my father. Young Master Yan killed my father," the little boy said with a determined expression, clenching his fists.

Wang, who had originally intended to take him in, changed his mind after hearing his words. After asking a few questions, he told the little boy and Zhang Qian to wait there while he went to buy burial items.

Zhang Qian had an idea. He bought a large stack of paper from the calligraphy stall next to him, borrowed a pen, and secretly wrote down Huang Gou's kung fu and martial arts techniques.

Chen Hao, with a mournful face, guarded his father's body. Seeing Zhang Qian writing but ignoring him, he became even more dejected, lowering his head and remaining silent.

Passersby were all in a hurry, and no one paid any attention to the two of them.

Nearly half an hour later, Zhang Qian shook the brush in his hand, looked at the messy words on the paper, and blushed a little. He had only practiced calligraphy for a few months in high school, so it was already not easy to write so fast.

After drying the hundreds of sheets of paper, Zhang Qian carefully folded them, walked to Chen Hao, squatted down, and handed the papers to Chen Hao, saying, "Here, take these papers."

Chen Hao looked at Zhang Qian with a confused expression, hesitated before taking the stack of papers. Just as he was about to open them, Zhang Qian pressed down on his hand and said, "These are powerful cultivation techniques. You can look at them when you know how to cultivate them, understand?"

Upon hearing that it was a powerful technique, Chen Hao showed a joyful expression. He wiped the snot or tears from his face and chuckled foolishly, "Thank you, Uncle." He picked it up, intending to put it in his pocket, but his clothes were tattered and he couldn't hide it at all. He scratched his head, pulled down his pants, and stuffed it inside. He didn't care whether it was real or fake; he just felt that the person with Wang Yi couldn't be a bad person.

Zhang Qian watched as Chen Hao so "carefully" stuffed the fruits of his labor into his crotch. His eyes twitched, but he suppressed his emotions and said, "No one can know about this, including your future sect and master, understand?"

Chen Hao nodded, his little face serious, and said, "I know, it's a little secret, just like my secret with my father..." When he mentioned his father, Chen Hao's face suddenly darkened again.

Zhang Qian didn't know what to say, so he could only reach out and pat him on the shoulder...

As Chen Hao's carriage receded into the distance, Wang Yi frowned and suddenly asked, "There seems to be something wrong with Chen Hao."

"Huh?" Zhang Qian hummed in confusion, assuming that Wang Yi had discovered that Chen Hao was a liar or something.

"I saw him fiddling with his crotch..."

"Oh," Zhang Qian said seriously, gazing at the road in the distance, indicating that he did not want to answer the question.

Zhang Qian had no idea that casually tossing Chen Hao a low-level cultivation technique and a high-level martial skill would cause immense trouble for the notorious Yan family. The Yan family, who had been terrorizing the village, was nearly wiped out by Chen Hao and the villagers...

That night, Zhang Qian, his face beaming with excitement, took out his cultivation manual, ready to begin practicing. This world was truly wondrous; as a typical shut-in, he never dreamed he could enter such a magical world. Wealth and beautiful women held no allure for someone like Zhang Qian who didn't have many ambitions. Only this transmigration, which he had initially vehemently rejected, could give him such thrills that goosebumps rose on his skin.

I had heard Wang Yi tell stories of those enlightened masters who could move mountains and fill seas and soar through the heavens, which were simply fascinating.

"Supreme Daoist Techniques, huh? Why are there only Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Yuan Dan, and Fusion Realm? What about the later Transformation Realm, Returning to Emptiness, and Deity Transformation Realm? Were they eaten by a dog?" Zhang Qian muttered to himself as he flipped through his memories. "What? This is so unfair! I have to figure out the later ones myself... Daoist Master, this is just unfair! You've tricked me into breaking three realms! This is outrageous!"

A sudden clap of thunder boomed across the clear night sky, startling Zhang Qian so much that he huddled against the corner of the wall, muttering, "Kid, I was just being tactless. No offense intended..."

But it seemed the heavens were not on their side, unleashing nine thunderbolts that struck Zhang Qian's face, only stopping when Zhang Qian's expression turned ashen...

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