Infiltrating the world of cultivation

Bang!

In the courtyard, accompanied by a loud roar, a thick plume of smoke, carrying a large amount of dust, shot into the sky.

A figure, covered in dust, shot out from the dust.

Wang Chao's body was covered in black, scorched marks, and no one had told him that the fireball spell would explode!

Just now, when the dynasty was controlling the fireball to grow larger, it used too much force during the process of transforming into a dragon in the wind, causing the fireball to expand instantly and generate uncontrollable energy.

Fortunately, the dynasty fled quickly and was not caught in the crossfire.

The explosion was so violent that the entire Eighth Prince's residence trembled.

Outside the mansion, there were many spies from hostile forces. At this moment, they were all somewhat surprised and uncertain. Could it be that the Eighth Prince had been assassinated?

Before long, patrolmen came to check on him. Wang Chao waved his hand to indicate that he was alright.

I thought that after honing my skills in the nine-story ancient tower for so long, I should have mastered the essence of the fireball spell by now, but now I can't even release a single fireball, which is really frustrating.

Indeed, practice makes perfect. You'll never know how difficult something that seems simple is until you try it.

In the past few days, Wang Chao has been busy with his cultivation and has not paid much attention to the situation outside.

If he has to handle all these trivial matters, then Li Hu probably won't go very far.

The courtyard is covered in snow, even more so than before. The winter is bitterly cold. Before I knew it, I had been in this world of cultivation for almost half a year. Only after leaving my homeland do I realize how wonderful it was before.

I thought that after transmigrating to another world, I would surely achieve great things and realize my ambitions. But there is no such thing as overnight fame; it is only through repeated trials that one becomes truly strong.

Without enduring countless trials and tribulations, how can one reach the summit?

Although life was a bit monotonous, there was also a lot of fun. Everything here was new and exciting for the dynasty.

However, this undercover mission was really ridiculous. Nothing was arranged, and it was completely up to the individual to decide. Moreover, after arriving in the cultivation world, they were completely cut off from their superiors.

Aside from knowing that the Slovakian civilization left behind a high-tech liquid gold, we know nothing else.

Wang Chao has now set himself a small goal: to work hard to improve his cultivation and find a cultivation sect.

Only by joining a cultivation sect can one gain a deeper understanding of this world. After all, those cultivators who can fly and escape into the earth are the true rulers of this world.

call out! boom!

With a deafening roar, a blazing fireball exploded in the courtyard.

The people at the Eighth Prince's residence were already used to it. Recently, only Wang Chao remained in the courtyard where he lived.

Consequently, no one dared to live in the surrounding houses, fearing that a single mishap could lead to the destruction of the buildings and the loss of life.

Wang Chao finished his work and breathed a sigh of relief.

He has basically mastered the fireball technique, and can succeed eight out of ten times.

As time went on, Wang Chao believed that one day he would be able to do it with ease.

The way of martial arts is to balance tension and relaxation. After mastering the Fireball Technique, Wang Chao planned to go out for a walk.

This is the capital of the Wei Kingdom, a place of unparalleled prosperity. If you don't visit it, you'd be embarrassed to call yourself a time traveler.

When Wang Chao arrived at the market, he first sampled all the local delicacies to satisfy his appetite, and then inquired about places known for their romantic and sensual pleasures.

It wasn't that the dynasty had this hobby, but rather that the place was a melting pot of all sorts of people, and was well-informed.

Whether you believe it or not, that's how the dynasty convinced itself.

The Drunken Dream Pavilion, a landmark building in the capital, was known to the dynasty after only a brief inquiry.

Because the dynasty had seen that magnificent palace from afar, but they never expected that the Drunken Dream Pavilion would be so conspicuous.

In fact, this was also due to the dynasty being misled while in China.

In China, these places are illegal, and their shops are often half-closed with roller shutters.

But in the State of Wei, things were much more open.

People did not consider frequenting brothels a shameful act. On the contrary, many literati went there, composed poems, won the hearts of beauties, and left behind a beautiful story.

When the dynasty entered the Drunken Dream Pavilion, it felt different from what they had imagined. The Drunken Dream Pavilion was very elegant, unlike the Spring Elegance Pavilion in the Northern Kingdom, which was full of worldly atmosphere.

The diners here were consciously keeping their voices down. Wang Chao couldn't help but admire the manager of Zuimenglou. He was truly skilled at managing to control a group of sons of officials.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today, this musician can be said to be famous throughout the world. His tone is melodious and clear. On the path of the qin, he can be said to be the best in Wei."

She is none other than A-Tao, the foremost musician in the capital!

As soon as the old woman finished speaking, the crowd erupted in uproar, and for a moment, the audience was in an uproar.

Wang Chao was somewhat puzzled. Even if they were big stars, there shouldn't be such a commotion, right?

After all, those present were all high-ranking officials and dignitaries, and they should have some self-control. Such a disturbance must be abnormal.

Zheng!

The strings are plucked, producing only one syllable; before the beauty is seen, the sound of the zither is heard.

blah blah blah!

Footsteps approached from afar, and everyone instinctively fell silent. In an instant, the vast Drunken Dream Pavilion became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Beneath the curtain, a graceful figure strolled slowly, with slender shoulders and a slim waist, her figure elegant and slender.

A simple white silk dress perfectly accentuated her graceful, willow-like figure. The dress was adorned with blooming begonia flowers, as radiant as rosy clouds, and a delicate sash cinched her waist, so slender it could be grasped in one hand.

Her face was covered by a green veil, leaving only a pair of beautiful eyes visible. Her eyes were alluring and captivating, as if divine clouds were flying around her and disappearing into the clouds.

In her hands, a guqin rested lightly on her delicate wrist; her seemingly frail body could so easily lift the guqin.

Many people were captivated by the sight, some even mesmerized. Wang Chao focused his attention and realized that this woman named A Tao was neither a cultivator nor had she practiced any seductive arts.

Her graceful and charming demeanor is natural and requires no affectation whatsoever.

However, although Atao is not a cultivator, judging from her aura, she should be a martial artist, and very likely a master of the Innate Stage!

You must understand that this secular world is not like the spiritual mines of Nanshan. Every innate expert has gone through countless hardships and tribulations to be tempered into steel. It might take five or ten of those people brought by the dynasty to defeat one of them.

Next, Wang Chao noticed that many people had regained their senses, and some even had strange expressions on their faces. Wang Chao was puzzled and kept his doubts to himself for the time being.

In his eyes, there was only the woman holding the guqin. Although the woman was beautiful, he had no lewd thoughts. It was as if Ah Tao had a natural power that brought peace to people.

Wang Chao had forgotten that he came to this Drunken Dream Pavilion to learn about local customs and traditions.

Atao slowly took her seat, with the guqin lying in front of her, and a gentle breeze blowing.

Zheng!

As the music began, Wang Chao slowly closed his eyes.

Wang Chao also understood music, and this was all within the scope of his undercover studies.

Upon first hearing the music, one is filled with images of war and cavalry, exuding extraordinary heroism. But gradually, the dynasty felt a sense of sorrow. There was no inherent pain of parting, yet sorrow arose in the heart.

What exactly happened to make Atao's piano music so mournful, and what was the source of that heart-wrenching, almost maddening pain?

When will the music end? The dynasty is still unknown. Gazing intently at Atao, tears unknowingly wet my clothes.