Zhuge Liang's Journey to Dominate the World: Starting from Another World

Even with Kongming's vast knowledge and profound understanding, he couldn't comprehend the Qinglan Sect or the elders.

During the Three Kingdoms period in which he lived, the power of sects had long been worn away by the passage of time, leaving only the conflicts between the states and the fragmentation of power among warlords.

He had met Zuo Ci once, but he was definitely not the person in front of him. After all, the world is so big that there are many people with the same name.

Kongming was filled with doubts. He looked up at the man, trying to find some clues in his eyes.

However, Zuo Ci's eyes were deep and bright, as if he could see into people's hearts. He was slightly displeased, thinking to himself, "Has this guy really never heard of me?"

"You white-haired scoundrel, you old thief with a gray beard, how dare you repeatedly mock me, the Prime Minister! What are your intentions?" Kongming was furious. As the Prime Minister of Shu, he was always respected, and even with his good manners, he could not help but be repeatedly ridiculed.

Upon hearing this, he suddenly realized that his voice sounded incredibly childish. Shocked, he touched his face and found it smooth and without a single beard.

He stared in astonishment at his own hands, which were fair and slender, completely unlike any he had ever seen before.

Seeing this, Zuo Ci laughed heartily, as if Kongming's anger was nothing but child's play in his eyes. "Young man, you have a bit of a temper, but it suits this old man's taste perfectly!"

"It doesn't matter if you haven't heard of me. Because I used a forbidden technique, I've already damaged my very foundation, and I might be meeting the King of Hell any moment from now on. So, you must remember what I'm about to say. My Qinglan Sect is quite a force in this Gele County. Two hundred miles to the west, there's a river that flows downstream for two thousand miles..."

After saying that, Zuo Ci sat cross-legged and quickly formed hand seals.

Upon seeing this, Kongming was greatly alarmed! He discovered that he was actually locked onto by an incomprehensible force, and his entire body was suspended more than ten feet above the ground.

He was shocked and could not believe that there could be someone with such profound cultivation. Compared to his own rudimentary methods, it was like the light of a firefly vying with the bright moon.

Zuo Ci suddenly pricked his fingertip and quickly made gestures in the air. Strange runes instantly lit up and enveloped Kongming.

Such a shocking scene left even the well-informed Zhuge Liang speechless, exclaiming that his mind was not quite up to the task.

As Zuo Ci's essence and blood were scattered, the sky grew brighter and brighter, eventually transforming into forty-nine streaks of blood-red lightning, which pierced into Kongming's body one after another.

Blood-red lightning bolts raced wildly through every acupoint on his body, causing excruciating pain that made the veins on his neck bulge.

"Where is Zilong? Come quickly and save me!" Kongming shouted subconsciously. He didn't know what the person in front of him was doing, but he was bound by the old man and had forty-nine blood-red lightning bolts invade his body. He couldn't help but feel a little panicked.

As the Prime Minister of Shu, he was incredibly intelligent, almost supernatural, but he was helpless in the face of this mysterious power that was beyond his comprehension.

After all forty-nine bolts of lightning had struck Kongming's body, Zuo Ci made another hand seal, and Kongming slowly fell back to the ground.

Zuo Ci's already wrinkled face was now covered with an aura of death.

"Using the unique methods of the Qinglan Sect, I refined my remaining magical power into forty-nine protective celestial shields and injected them into your body. Following the route I just described, it should be enough to protect you until you reach the Qinglan Sect," Zuo Ci said weakly.

Kongming then realized that he might have stepped into an unknown and magical place that ordinary people could not understand, but he was still half-believing and half-doubting.

He looked down at his body and felt a strange power coursing through him, as if forty-nine tiny points of light were dancing and emitting a faint glow.

Are these the forty-nine protective celestial shields?

Kongming took a deep breath, feeling the surging life force within him. Suppressing his shock, he bowed deeply to the old man. He knew that as the prime minister, he probably wouldn't be able to cause any trouble here.

Zuo Ci rested for a while, then continued, "To meet you at the end of my life is a blessing from heaven. But young man, meeting me is also your good fortune. We are, in a sense, master and disciple. Help me complete..."

Kongming frowned slightly, trying to digest the words of the person in front of him. It seemed that he was to go to the Qinglan Sect, even at the cost of exhausting his cultivation.

Zuo Ci then took out a jade talisman from his pocket and handed it to Kong Ming, saying, "To obtain it, I risked my life and caused many of my disciples to embark on a path of no return. I never thought that in the end it would benefit you, kid. Su Zhuo, the sect leader of Qinglan Sect, is my junior brother. If you give the jade talisman to him, he will understand. Remember, never let anyone else know about it."

Kongming took the jade token, examined it, and found nothing special about it. He figured it must be some kind of token, so he carefully put it in his pocket and nodded. "I, Zhuge Kongming, always keep my word. I agree to your promise."

Kongming was about to ask something more, but before he could speak, Zuo Ci died.

"Zuo Gong, Zuo Gong!"

Kongming called out softly twice, but seeing no response, he tried to check Zuo Ci's breathing and confirmed that he was dead.

"We are destined to meet. Although I have never formally become your disciple, I cannot bear to see your body left to rot in the wilderness."

Kongming stood up, gazing at the vast mountains in the distance, his heart filled with doubt and anticipation. He had witnessed Zuo Ci's methods, which aroused his desire to seek immortality and enlightenment.

In his view, since the Qi cultivators of the pre-Qin period, no cultivation methods have been passed down to the world, and people can only rely on external forces, such as military strategy, wisdom, and force, to compete for supremacy.

The old man before him was clearly a cultivator with miraculous powers. His appearance seemed to open a brand new door for Kongming, leading to a world he had never imagined.

Kongming removed his tattered python robe, wrapped Zuo Ci's corpse in it, carried it on his back, and proceeded in the direction Zuo Ci had indicated.

He discovered that although he was in the deep mountains and forests, there was a strange aura around him, which seemed to resonate with the forty-nine protective celestial energys within his body.

The more I walked, the lighter I felt, and the more agile my steps became.

A few days later, they finally arrived at the river described by Zuo Ci.

Kongming stood by the river, gazing at the rolling waters, his heart inexplicably stirred. He thought of how he had devoted his life to the cause, yet had failed to realize his ambitions. Now, he had come to this unfamiliar world; perhaps it was fate that allowed him to start anew.

The mighty Yangtze River flows eastward, its waves washing away the heroes of the past. Right and wrong, success and failure, all vanish in the blink of an eye. The green hills remain, witnessing countless sunsets...

Kongming took a deep breath, suppressed his disappointment, and began to search for a means to cross the river.

After walking along the riverbank for a long time, I finally found a dilapidated boat, but the fisherman was nowhere to be found, leaving only the empty boat gently rocking on the river.

Without much thought, Kongming untied the boat rope, jumped onto the small boat, and sailed downstream.

The river wind howled, blowing his long hair and the hem of his clothes. He felt an unprecedented sense of freedom and exhilaration. Perhaps this was the life he had always longed for—unrestrained and carefree…