82: Chapter 82 Peach Blossom Spring Heart Sutra

With the news of "meeting a fellow transmigrator" burning in his mind, Mo Yufei could no longer maintain his facade of calm; he desperately wanted to meet this person.

He looked up at Wang Chen and said, his tone betraying his urgency: "Since they are of my own kind, I must go see them. Please, take me back to the Federation base."

Seeing his eagerness, Wang Chen assumed he was simply concerned for a relative of his own kind. Without a second thought, he nodded in agreement. There was no time to waste; the situation in the secret realm was tense, and returning sooner was safer.

The two set off immediately. Wang Chen summoned his flying sword once again and took Mo Yufei with him.

During the flight, Mo Yufei was restless, glancing down at the passing forests below while replaying the earlier events in his mind, feeling both excited and anxious.

He never expected that in this strange, foreign world and this perilous secret realm, he would actually run into a fellow countryman from back home.

Logic dictated—at least according to the tropes in novels and manga—that transmigrators rarely encountered one another. Perhaps the rules of this secret realm were just special!

Since he could randomly transmigrate to other worlds, perhaps he would meet even more transmigrators in the future.

The scenery flashed by, and they soon arrived at the Federation base.

The Federation base was set on a relatively flat highland at the edge of the secret realm, enclosed by a defensive barrier that emitted a faint blue light, presumably capable of repelling attacks from Ability Users.

The entrance was guarded by fully armed Federation soldiers, all of them solemn and patrolling back and forth. The security was incredibly tight, and anyone who approached was strictly interrogated.

Fortunately, with Wang Chen leading the way, after they landed, the guards simply verified their identities and let them pass without further obstruction.

Once inside the base, the atmosphere was completely different. Everywhere were busy Federation staff, along with many temporarily stationed squads, with people hurrying to and fro.

Everyone wore a tense expression. Occasionally, the sound of communicator broadcasts and relayed orders could be heard; it was orderly, yet permeated with tension.

Wang Chen led Mo Yufei through the temporary corridors of the base until they reached the door of a simple makeshift lounge. He stopped and turned to Mo Yufei.

"Your kinsman is inside. I have things to attend to, so I won't go in with you. Have a good chat, and contact me on your communicator if you need anything."

Mo Yufei nodded, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart, and thanked Wang Chen. After Wang Chen turned and left, he took a deep breath, raised his hand, and pushed open the door to the lounge.

The room was furnished very simply, with only a few basic metal tables and chairs. A young man sat in the corner, his back to the door. The four characters "Meituan Delivery" on his back were particularly eye-catching.

Hearing the door open, the young man spun around, his gaze instantly landing on Mo Yufei as he scrutinized him from head to toe.

The moment their eyes met, confusion first appeared in the young man's eyes, followed by a flash of wariness, and then a hint of uncertain probing.

The young man stood up and took a slight step forward, his eyes fixed intently on Mo Yufei. In a tone filled with probing and caution, he asked: "Who are you?"

As he asked, he quietly clenched his fists. He already had a bold guess in his heart and was waiting for the other person's response, feeling both expectant and afraid.

Looking at the transmigrator before him, Mo Yufei's tense mood suddenly relaxed. A knowing smile curled at the corners of his lips. Instead of giving his name directly, he said:

"I am Qin Shi Huang. V me 50, and I will appoint you as Grand General."

As soon as these words were spoken, the room fell silent for a few seconds.

The young man was stunned for a moment, then the confusion and wariness on his face vanished completely, replaced by wild joy. His mouth curled upward uncontrollably, and he could no longer hold it back, laughing out loud.

Laughing, he walked quickly toward Mo Yufei, his eyes filled with excitement.

It's a fellow countryman! Definitely a fellow countryman!

A meme that only people from Earth could understand—people in this world would have no way of knowing it!

The two smiled at each other, and all sense of unfamiliarity instantly dissipated. The excitement of meeting a fellow countryman in a foreign land made their eyes grow slightly hot.

In this world where they were strangers to everyone and surrounded by danger, meeting someone from the same hometown was more comforting than anything else.

The young man said: "My name is Yang Qingyu!"

"Mo Yufei!" Mo Yufei also responded immediately.

Yang Qingyu walked over to Mo Yufei's side and looked left and right. Only after confirming there was no one else in the room and no listening devices did he feel at ease.

He leaned in close to Mo Yufei, tilted his head slightly, and lowered his voice. Using a tone that only the two of them could hear, he asked cautiously yet full of anticipation: "Brother, do you have a system?"

After asking, he stared intently at Mo Yufei's expression, his heart pounding. After all, a system was the standard equipment for a transmigrator, and he desperately wanted to know if the other person was the same as him.

Watching his nervous and expectant look, the smile on Mo Yufei's lips deepened. He also stepped closer, lowered his head slightly, and whispered into the other's ear: "I do."

Receiving an affirmative answer, the light in the young man's eyes grew even brighter. He was so excited he almost shouted, but quickly covered his mouth, lowered his voice, and whispered again: "Mine is a Check-in System. I can get rewards and level up just by checking in every day. What kind of system do you have?"

As he spoke, his tone was full of excitement, his eyes sparkling with a sense of closeness to a fellow countryman and the relief of finding someone of his own kind.

Before, possessing a system, he dared not reveal it to anyone for fear of being captured and studied as an anomaly by the people of this world. Now, he finally had someone to confide in and no longer had to keep his secret bottled up inside.

Seeing how excited he was, Mo Yufei was also filled with emotion. He lowered his voice as well, preparing to reveal his own system.

"Mine is a Space Upgrade System. It comes with a plot of spirit fields that can absorb energy from the outside world to slowly upgrade. That's about it."

What he said was half-truth, half-false, choosing only the most insignificant parts that wouldn't expose his core secrets.

After hearing about Mo Yufei's system, the young man immediately curled his lip, a look of disapproval appearing on his face. He leaned closer to Mo Yufei, still keeping his voice low, and spoke with a touch of straightforward arrogance, patting his chest.

"It's not for me to say, brother, but your system sounds way too lame! Just upgrading space and farming?"

"I think your system shouldn't have transmigrated to this world at all. If you had transmigrated into a famine-era novel, where everyone else was starving, you could have relied on your spirit fields to grow grain. That would have been the life, that would have been awesome!"

As he spoke, he glanced outside the room to confirm no one was paying attention to them, then turned back to Mo Yufei, frowning slightly as he muttered a few words.

"Besides, this world is strange enough as it is. It's got cultivators, high-tech, and all kinds of Ability Users—it's a total mess, and I still haven't fully figured it out yet."

"But don't worry! Since we're fellow countrymen, I'll definitely have your back!"

The two whispered about their secrets. Yang Qingyu's eyes were filled with the relief and warmth of meeting a fellow countryman in a foreign land, completely devoid of his previous loneliness and wariness.

As he spoke, Yang Qingyu very casually raised his hand and patted Mo Yufei on the shoulder, looking like a buddy.

But as soon as his hand landed, he suddenly stiffened. The smug smile on his face instantly froze, his eyes went blank, and he stood there dumbfounded, motionless.

A cold system notification sounded in his mind without warning, clear and jarring: [Detected that the host has made contact with a fellow transmigrator of the same origin. Special cross-world check-in condition triggered. Reward: one special check-in opportunity. Claim immediately?]

This sudden prompt left the young man completely bewildered, and it took a long time for him to recover.

Mo Yufei had been watching him calmly. Seeing him suddenly freeze, he looked confused and lowered his voice to ask: "What's wrong? Why did you suddenly freeze up? What happened?"

The young man was snapped back to reality by this question. He quickly reined in the shock in his eyes, leaned toward Mo Yufei, his tone filled with irrepressible surprise.

"This is awesome! When I patted you just now, the system in my head suddenly went off, saying it triggered a special check-in and I can claim a reward. Let me claim it quickly!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he silently communicated with the system in his mind and immediately chose to claim the reward.

In just two or three seconds, the young man's eyes lit up, his mouth curled upward uncontrollably, and he laughed out loud on the spot, looking at Mo Yufei with excitement.

"It really worked! I was just talking about cultivation techniques, and it just delivered it right to me!"

Seeing this, Mo Yufei also felt curious; after all, it was a system reward exclusive to transmigrators. But he knew his place and didn't ask to take a look, simply waiting quietly for the other's next move.

Before long, a faint light flashed in the young man's palm, and a thread-bound booklet with a simple, ancient-looking cover and no writing on it appeared in his hand.

He flipped it open, glanced at it, closed it, and said to Mo Yufei: "This technique is called Taoyuan Heart Technique. Sounds like the real deal."