Bodhisattva, please help me in my spiritual practice!

half a month later.

Ao Peng's injuries had healed by about 50%. He compiled the various martial arts classics he had collected over the past two months into a book, named it "Martial Arts Canon," and gave it to Hong Niang to print and distribute on a large scale.

Then, through Mr. Sun's connections, he crossed the sea to Osaka, Japan, with a translator and attendant.

Shinmachi Pedestrian Street is brightly lit late at night.

Rickshaw drivers jingled their bells as they traversed the narrow stone-paved streets. Rows of wooden Tang-style buildings lined both sides of the road, and the noren behind the vermilion railings swayed gently in the night breeze. The faint sounds of shamisen music and women's laughter could be heard.

Xiuzi, with white powder on her face, looked at the man in front of her with a professional smile. He was tall and strong, far exceeding the average man of this era, and naturally a very good person. It was a pity that he was Han Chinese. After entering the room, he was not as eager as other patrons. Instead, he chatted with the translator next to him.

Fortunately, his questions didn't involve any secrets; most of them concerned the feelings of the women in this brothel.

Hideko sized up Ao Peng, and Ao Peng sized up Hideko in return. Although she was wearing the finest cosmetics, a luxurious kimono, and tortoiseshell ornaments, Ao Peng could clearly see the scars on her body, which had been riddled with holes from years of serving customers, beneath her glamorous clothes and makeup. The syphilis scars were brown and clumpy, so she needed to apply a thick layer of powder that made her look like a dead person.

Ao Peng looked at the translator beside him, who said, "Miss Xiuzi, one last question: have you ever donated money to the military?"

Hideko paused for a moment, then suddenly realized what the Han man wanted to ask. She smiled disdainfully and picked up the opium pipe beside her.

Ao Peng already knew the answer: in this era, in this country, there was no innocent person; they were all part of this corrupt and enormous war machine.

He stood up, took the translator, and left, heading straight for a small hill nearby.

"Leave this place as soon as possible, go now."

The translator didn't quite understand Ao Peng's meaning, but knowing how formidable Ao Peng was, he bowed to him and decisively left.

Ao Peng looked at the dazzling Shinmachi pleasure quarters in the dead of night, took off an invisible amniotic sac from his body, and threw it at the brothel in front of him.

This enormous monstrous fruit, encased in the placenta, began to gestate anew amidst the wanton cries of men and women.

As dawn broke in the distance, golden light crashed through the darkness like the ramming of a ship, and the bustling pleasure quarters of the previous night fell silent. Ao Peng, however, heard a faint, ethereal cry of a baby.

The sun came out, and the baby started to cry.

Ao Peng put away the placenta and said, "Return."

……

The discomfort of time travel returned.

Scenes from the moment he entered this instance world appeared before his eyes in a three-dimensional mode.

From initially dominating Tianjin, to becoming Li Shuwen's top teacher, to visiting Mr. Sun late at night, and finally killing the last emperor of the Qing Dynasty.

These images form a complete line, connected to his fate.

After Ao Peng adapted to the changes in time and space, he returned to his rented room, which was the starting point of his last entry into the Old Earth Game.

He checked the time; it had only been a little over three hours since he entered Joyful Town.

In other words, the existence of the Old Earth game itself is anchored to the real world on a one-to-one basis; one could even say that the Old Earth game is a part of the real world.

However, each instance is a 'fruit' attached to the real world.

They do not belong to this era, and therefore do not consume real-world time.

So although it's only been a little over two months since the game launched, those advanced players who can collect life coins and dare to upgrade their lives may have been playing for several years or even more than a decade.

"Indeed, a day in heaven is a year on earth."

Ao Peng sighed.

Then I began to organize my findings.

He first looked at the lines of text that had appeared in the Old Earth script.

The beginning of a new era does not mean the end of the old; the old era is also influencing the new era in some way.

[Congratulations, Successor! You are now a true player.]

Ao Peng looked at the text and said softly, "This is a game between the old era and the new era."

He did understand the meaning of that sentence to some extent.

[You have completed the Tianjin martial arts competition and received a basic rating of Yellow-level High.]

[You won first place in the Tianjin martial arts competition, your rating has been upgraded to low-grade Xuan level.]

[Your martial arts have spread widely, your reputation has spread far and wide, and your evaluation has been upgraded to the mid-grade of the Profound level.]

[You have spread the divine name of General Wu Gong and gained the worship of over ten thousand people. Your evaluation has been upgraded to High-Grade Mystic.]

[You killed the last emperor of the Qing Dynasty, deviating the timeline of the 26th Devil Fruit in the Republic of China era. Your evaluation has been upgraded, and you have gained 0.1% world deviation.]

[You have created the Incarnation of Heavenly Vengeance within the Fruit of the 26th Year of the Republic of China. Your evaluation has been upgraded, and you have gained 0.2% World Deviation.]

[Final grade: Lower-grade Earth level.]

A lucky bag, surrounded by a mysterious yellow aura and looking quite appealing, appeared on Ao Peng's collection screen.

There are even free lucky bags to be won?

Ao Peng quickly washed his hands and then wanted to click, but after thinking about his current fate (3+1), he realized that if he clicked on the lucky bag, he might not actually get a low-grade earth-level treasure. He might be ambushed by the system, since this lucky bag might not have a guaranteed drop.

After thinking for a moment, he directly summoned his own chubby-faced goddess.

"Come on, click on this lucky bag."

Xuan Nu glanced at Ao Peng with disdain, but still reached out and opened the lucky bag.

Suddenly, a dark yellow dragon vein appeared.

Shipped!

Ao Peng kissed his Xuan Nu, then quickly looked at the items that had been shipped.

【Dragon Vein (Small)】(Low-grade Earth-level)

This is a small dragon vein that is still in its nascent stage, but it is enough to change the fate of an aristocratic family. Perhaps you can try to exchange it for a large amount of life money.

Upon seeing the last sentence, Ao Peng immediately knew that this was a scoundrel system that couldn't stand to see him doing well.

Although I don't know how to use the Lesser Dragon Vein, I would only exchange it for life money if I were crazy.

Besides the system's lucky bag, Ao Peng's other gains also emerged one by one.

First, there's the ancestral tablet inside his body. He chose the initial identity of a shrine guardian, and for every coin of life he gains, he will acquire a skill.

However, he did not immediately gain a skill when the dungeon started.

Because he didn't complete the upgrade instance that increased his life by three or two, he didn't actually gain three or two lives.

He successfully completed the dungeon, thus gaining a full set of three lives.

The ancestral tablets shone with dazzling brilliance.

As before, figures appeared in Ao Peng's consciousness.

Suddenly, a figure burst forth with light, eventually coalescing into the shape of Li Shuwen.

After Li Shuwen appeared, the various martial arts skills that Ao Peng had cultivated were fused together around him, eventually forming a single skill.

【Martial Arts Manual】(Mastery), all attributes +0.1.