Infiltrating the world of cultivation

When the dynasty awoke, it felt a gentle breeze on its face, and a slight coolness crept into its body through its collar.

Leng Wangchao shuddered, and his consciousness cleared considerably.

Don't stay here for long!

Subconsciously, Wang Chao slammed his right hand on the ground. He must have been transported to the world of cultivation.

Because he heard voices, and in a language he couldn't understand.

Although he was lying on the ground, he was moved two meters to the side by this slap, and Wang Chao's pupils shrank when he opened his eyes.

Ten meters away, a speeding carriage was rushing towards this direction, and in less than two seconds, it would crush Wang Chao's body.

Wang Chao, lying on the ground, could even hear the sound of cart wheels crushing gravel, and the whistling wind seemed to be right next to his ears.

If that were to hit him, he would be basically crippled. However, Wang Chao possessed the cultivation of a peak-stage acquired martial artist, so dodging two meters was naturally no problem for him.

With both feet firmly planted on the ground and a strong push backward, avoiding the carriage should be no problem, barring any unforeseen circumstances.

"Crack!"

Wang Chao heard the sound of his leg bone dislocating, and he broke out in a cold sweat from the pain.

Clearly, the body had suffered a severe injury. Without time to think about the cause, Wang Chao curled up into a ball, hoping to crawl under the carriage.

"Shut up!"

“_@+、~?”

The coachman swerved to turn the horse around and brought it to a stop just three inches from the dynasty, nearly overturning the carriage.

The horses pulling the cart were clearly startled, rearing up and gesturing restlessly. Two streams of white mist shot out from their nostrils; they were fine horses.

The coachman cracked his whip to control the frightened horse and shouted at the dynasty, but the dynasty couldn't understand what he was saying at all.

However, we can still make some basic judgments. First, the driver asked a question. Second, the driver was definitely swearing.

It's something like, "Are you blind? Are you out of your mind?"

Wang Chao looked down and saw that his alloy armor was tattered and covered in mud. His eyes lit up and a plan came to him.

"Hehe—hehe—" Wang Chao took off his helmet and, enduring the pain in his body, walked towards the coachman, looking just like a beggar on the street.

Wang Chao finally understood the purpose of sending him to the drama academy to study acting during the training camp. His improvisational acting skills were truly superb.

"@%……&￥*3!" The coachman shouted again as he saw the dynasty approaching.

You could tell from the groom's expression after eating shit that he was definitely cursing himself again.

Wang Chao was somewhat annoyed and wanted to leave, but in his heart he cursed the groom's ancestors for eighteen generations. No one on Earth dared to yell at him, so who did he think he was!

Let's see. I'll just pull out my pistol, do a serpentine maneuver, get behind you, and shoot you in a spot you can't see!

"Regroup! Will the broadcast also explode with color?"

The carriage curtain was lifted, revealing a handsome young man who looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old.

Judging from his slightly angry expression and the woman who was vaguely visible beside him, there was no way this matter could be resolved peacefully.

To ruin someone's good deed is tantamount to patricide!

"Hehe, hehe—"

Wang Chao couldn't understand what he was saying at all, so he could only pretend to be mute. Now that he had just arrived, he should keep a low profile as much as possible.

"Sao Yi, this is exhausting." The coachman's expression was slightly disgusted, as if he found it disgusting to spend even a second longer with Wang Chao.

“The wealthy Buddha!” The young man in brocade robes rolled his eyes, as if he were plotting something.

Although Wang Chao didn't know what the master and servant were talking about, he was sure it wasn't anything good.

Seeing that things were heading in the wrong direction, Wang Chao stopped begging and putting on an act, and simply turned and left.

But it was too late to leave now. A large group of silver-armored guards surrounded Wang Chao, pushing and shoving him to follow behind the carriage.

Perhaps because there were many ordinary people on the street, these people were mindful of their image and did not resort to force. They simply surrounded the dynasty in the middle, and their meaning was already very clear.

The subtext is: you'd better follow along obediently, or we'll take action.

Although Wang Chao's injuries were severe, they were not something these guards could easily move, which puzzled Wang Chao.

Didn't the Slovakians say this was a world of cultivation? A world full of immortals who can fly and teleport? Where are they?

Although he had traveled to a world other than Earth, the dynasty never felt truly immersed in it. Accustomed to the prosperity of the city, seeing these ancient buildings now always felt somewhat unreal.

From the very beginning, the dynasty looked down on these local residents, so when the young master in the carriage took him on board, he did not resist.

In his view, if danger is encountered, one can simply take out an assault rifle and sweep through the enemy, then use the wingsuit to fly away.

Let alone these natives, what can those cultivators who can fly and escape into the earth do? No matter how fast they are, can they be faster than laser bullets?

However, Wang Chao also had his own considerations. He was new to the place and didn't understand many things, so following this young master was a way to find a place to go.

And so, surrounded by those silver-armored guards, the dynasty marched all the way to the front of a mansion.

There were two large gilded characters on the plaque in front of the mansion, but Wang Chao still didn't recognize them.

After many twists and turns, Wang Chao was imprisoned in a dungeon.

The dungeon was deserted, lit only by an oil lamp, creating a dim and eerie atmosphere.

Wang Chao really wanted to turn on the flashlight, but he refrained from doing so, thinking it was better to avoid trouble.

The dungeon's iron door was made up of thirteen iron pillars, covered in rust and seemingly quite old. The other five walls were solid gray rock walls.

On the opposite side of the dungeon, there is a ventilation opening in the stone wall, about three inches square. No matter how powerful one's bone-shrinking skills are, one cannot squeeze through it.

Wang Chao took out a compressed biscuit from his storage chip. This was one of his few rations, and one biscuit could sustain him for a day.

Through testing, Wang Chao discovered that the body was still his own, but the internal energy he had previously cultivated was gone. He had been cultivating his internal energy and his muscles and skin externally.

He still had physical strength, but it was all brute force left. His strength was slightly less than when he was on Earth. A bitter smile appeared on Wang Chao's lips.

What kind of situation is this? It's the result of three years of training. If we don't make the most of this time travel, we'll be at a huge loss.

Perhaps due to the aftereffects of time travel, Wang Chao felt that his physical condition was very bad.

Although he didn't have any advanced diagnostic equipment with him, Wang Chao felt short of breath and experienced dizziness from time to time.

Could it be due to acclimatization issues? Wang Chao remembered that when he returned to his hometown in the countryside as a child, he would get many large blisters on his body when worshipping his ancestors. Perhaps his body had not yet fully adapted to this new world.

However, due to my unique physical condition, I should be able to adapt in a few days.

After the physical examination, Wang Chao took out his smart terminal. Although he knew it was impossible, he still contacted the government.

"I'm sorry, you..."

"I don't need to apologize!" Wang Chao's deafening roar echoed from within the dungeon.

Upon hearing this, the rickshaw driver stumbled and almost fell. It turned out that the beggar wasn't mute after all.