421: Chapter 421 The Transmigrator Transmigrated, So What Should We Call Him?

Wu Dahai jolted awake from a dream.

Upon waking, he discovered that he was not in the previous cave, but in a fairly decent room.

Wu Dahai felt his chest.

His chest was now perfectly smooth, even though a hollow should have been blasted into it before he fainted.

Could it be that the pain was so intense at the time that he had hallucinated?

"You're awake?"

"Who's there!" Hearing a voice, Wu Dahai instinctively grabbed the pillow beside him, ready to hurl it.

"Me."

Watching Wu Dahai act like this, Third Brother Chen, who was sitting to the side, felt a momentary wave of emotion.

This guy seemed a bit different from what he had imagined; one really can't judge a book by its cover.

Wait, that saying didn't seem to be used quite right here.

After seeing clearly that the speaker was Third Brother Chen, Wu Dahai also sorted out the current situation.

He put down the pillow, breathed a sigh of relief, and resumed his somewhat roguish demeanor.

"Third Brother Chen, it's you. You gave me a fright."

"How many times do I have to tell you, my name isn't Third Brother Chen!"

Before Wu Dahai could continue, Third Brother Chen interrupted him.

This wasn't his original name; it was given to him by those slave traders after he was captured.

However, Wu Dahai couldn't be bothered with that. He simply waved his hand dismissively and continued.

"Whatever you say. What exactly happened? Did that Great Hero successfully rescue us?"

Hearing Wu Dahai ask about Zhou Yan, the anger that had risen in Third Brother Chen subsided, replaced by a gaze containing a hint of reverence and a touch of fear.

"Sort of... I guess."

Third Brother Chen gave an ambiguous answer, as he didn't know how to describe it.

That Immortal had indeed easily erased those people and was the one who brought them here, so what he said seemed correct.

These words instead led Wu Dahai to a misunderstanding.

He thought his warning at the time had worked, and the Great Hero had suddenly reacted, taking the opportunity to defeat that old monster.

He had seen Immortals before; after all, he was considered high-quality among the slaves and had served some big figures who associated with Immortals.

Those Immortals had varying strengths. The strong ones went without saying, but the weak ones were only slightly stronger than Martial Artists.

Although Immortals had Spells, as long as a Martial Artist could get close, they might be able to injure the Immortal.

When he saw Zhou Yan strike and easily send the old monster flying, hope had risen once again in his previously despairing heart.

He believed that if he found the right opportunity, he might survive, so he risked his life to warn the other party. He hadn't expected to actually escape.

"Why did you attack that guy back then?"

Third Brother Chen looked at Wu Dahai, who was immersed in the joy of surviving a disaster.

"What did you say?"

Wu Dahai hadn't recovered from his joy and hadn't heard Third Brother Chen clearly.

Seeing this, Third Brother Chen repeated himself and added another sentence.

"In that situation, your sneak attack could have succeeded. If it had, and you then killed the then-fragile me, wouldn't you have survived?"

"Why take the risk to fight that Cultivator?"

"What? Just for that?"

Wu Dahai didn't spout any grand principles as Third Brother Chen expected. He simply lay back down and said somewhat nonchalantly,

"That Immortal didn't look like a proper one at first glance. I've experienced a lot, so naturally, my outlook is broad. As those scholars say, read ten thousand books, travel ten thousand miles."

"So how could I possibly listen to that Immortal and engage in mutual slaughter?"

"Setting aside whether I could defeat the Great Hero with a sneak attack, even if I did by some miracle, would he have let me go?"

"Since it's a gamble either way, I might as well gamble that he's an ordinary Immortal, not one of those really powerful ones."

"That way, a sneak attack would also succeed. Even if I couldn't kill him, I could stir up some bloodlust in you guys to come and help me."

"If it failed and he was very powerful, then I wouldn't escape my fate regardless. It would be better to enrage him so he'd kill me quickly, sparing me some torture."

"Anyway, I'm getting on in years. If I die, I die. If there's a chance you two can live, it's more appropriate for me to take the lead."

"I just didn't expect him to be neither. This kind of middle-of-the-road situation is the most difficult."

"Fortunately, that Great Hero has peerless divine skills and brought us out."

"Yeah, once I recover, I'm hitting the road. I'm never coming back to this region; I can't risk running into that Immortal again."

Third Brother Chen stood up and gave a scoff, though the laughter wasn't aimed at Wu Dahai.

The slave Wu Dahai, whom he had previously looked down upon, seemed okay now, so his initial hostile attitude naturally vanished.

"That old thing won't be able to find trouble with you anymore. He's dead."

"What? That Imm... that old monster is dead?"

Joy instantly appeared on Wu Dahai's face.

You should know he had been thinking for a long time, constantly worrying about this and that. But if he was truly dead, then his original plan to live out his golden years in peace could proceed normally.

"Dead and gone completely. Just get some good rest."

"Then what are you going to do?"

"Don't worry about that. I'll be back in a bit. There's food on the table."

Wu Dahai watched Third Brother Chen walk out the door, not having time to ask further questions.

But right now, he really didn't have anything to do.

And with no more worries, resting a bit longer seemed fine.

Thinking of this, Wu Dahai lay down again and took a good rest.

"That Great Hero is indeed powerful, to actually be able to kill that old monster."

"That old monster was also quite weak. For an Immortal, he was surprisingly feeble."

"Wait!"

Wu Dahai suddenly sat up, realizing something.

That Great Hero named Daoist Yun Shu and Third Brother Chen had both left, leaving him here. Could they be skipping out on the bill?

And looking at the decor, it wasn't cheap. That table of food wasn't simple either.

If they really skipped the bill and left him here alone, washing dishes would be the least of his problems; he felt he might actually be beaten to death!

A chill crept into his heart, and Wu Dahai couldn't sit still anymore. He got up immediately to give chase.

But just before stepping out, he hurriedly looked at the delicious food on the table.

Ignoring the heat, he gulped down a cup of hot tea with a hiss, then tore off two chicken legs. One he tucked into his shirt, the other he stuffed into his mouth, and he hurriedly followed after them.

He mumbled through his mouthful,

"Might as well eat since it's here."

Heaven Number One Room.

Zhou Yan looked through the balcony at the commoners walking below. The tea he held had already gone cold, but he didn't bother to drink it.

Zhou Yan had previously been worried about provoking other Cultivators, so he had been restricting his Divine Sense, letting it seep out carefully.

As it turned out, except for various latrines and public toilets, his Divine Sense had covered almost the entire city, yet he still hadn't found anyone capable of a fight. This surprised him somewhat.

The conversation between the shopkeeper and the chef naturally reached his ears.

The purchasing power of Spirit Stones was indeed stronger than silver.

When he had stayed at an inn before, he had paid one tael of silver, and even with that, there was change left over after a full stay.

So, counting the good food and drink, he had paid three Spirit Stones. Logically, it should have been more than enough, but he hadn't expected the purchasing power here to be different.

Spirit Stones were actually equated with gold. Not only that, according to them, his Spirit Stones were high-grade goods.

These words made Zhou Yan instantly alert. Sure enough, when his Divine Sense covered the entire city, everything became clear.

There were thirty-four Cultivators in the city.

Except for three, they all showed the characteristics of the Foundation Establishment Stage, meaning their magic power had condensed into a liquid state.

However, their magic power was inconsistent, with varying levels of strength; the gap was particularly obvious.

Originally, Zhou Yan thought that Old Man Jiuyou, with such a grand title, had been embarrassingly weak.

But comparing him to these people, Old Man Jiuyou's strength could even rank in the top three.

And including that Myriad Soul Banner, it was even harder to say.

As for the remaining three in the city, one seemed to be within a Family, an old man of a hundred years.

One was in a Daoist temple, a Daoist around seventy years old, and the other was a middle-aged man around thirty in the City Lord's Manor in the center of the city.

The magic power in their bodies had solidified; they had truly condensed a pill within their Dantian.

Finally, he scanned the various local entertainment venues and checked the book categories.

In the end, he came to a helpless conclusion.

He... seemed to have transmigrated.

Zhou Yan felt a bit of a headache coming on.

He hadn't been sure before, but the Spiritual Qi and the stability of this world were definitely not something an ordinary Small World could compare to.

The exchange rate between Spirit Stones and gold/silver, the traces of everyone practicing Old Method, and even the official language and script being authentic ancient text—all pointed to the possibility of Transmigration.

Originally, Wu Dahai's accent had a bit of a medieval feel, making Zhou Yan think he might be in some Small World.

But now it was confirmed; he just had a strong accent.

The official language people spoke here was authentic ancient language.

"A transmigrator has transmigrated, what should that be called?"

"A re-employed transmigrator?"

"Speaking of which, is this really ancient times? There's no concept of Eastern Victorious Divine Continent in history books either."

Although Feng Xu had studied time and had even been a unique existence in this Domain, it shouldn't have an effect of this magnitude.

If Feng Xu could truly travel through time, he wouldn't have needed to switch to cultivating the Dao of Wind; he would have taken off long ago.

Currently, the operations regarding time on the market, those related to the river of time, were just about peeking at others' secrets from within.

At most, they could alter the flow of time to give their Immortal Cave some functional modifications.

But Zhou Yan recalled the feeling in that dream, which really did have a sense of the river of time. And a guy like Ma Hao wouldn't just come to give him a hairstyle for no reason; there must be another plot.

Now Zhou Yan was seventy percent sure of his current situation, but he still wanted to wait for the System to finish its update and expand the mini-map to its maximum.

To see just how large this place was and to confirm whether the map was still the Xuantian Spirit Realm.

Mainly, he had never heard of the concept of Eastern Victorious Divine Continent, at least it wasn't written in books.

If it weren't for the fact that what the locals practiced looked a bit like Old Method, and some language and customs were indeed similar to what he knew, he might have even thought he had transmigrated into Journey to the West.

"Knock, knock, knock."

A knock on the door interrupted Zhou Yan's thoughts.

He finally put down the cup of cold tea and called out to the person at the door.

"Third Brother Chen, right? Come in."