Chapter 29

Clicking 【Ten Thousand Worlds Entrance】 to enter, in the next instant he felt his vision go dark and directly appeared in a passage.

Baili Jing, recklessly bold, had no idea what fear was; he curiously tried walking a few steps forward, and in just a few seconds, his vision blurred and he entered another bright world.

Unlike the outside where it was already dark, here it was broad daylight.

At the same time, the Dawang had an extra black card in his hand, with the words 【Ingot Card】 written on it, containing all his assets, an official gift of 100 ingots.

Had he entered that shiny plate? The Dawang finally became alert, standing still and pondering for a few seconds. The key was how amazing it was—was it his body that came in, or did he enter a dream?

Unable to figure it out, he temporarily set it aside.

The country bumpkin Dawang widened his eyes, observing this miraculous world. He first learned that houses could be made in all sorts of colors!

In the expensive-dye Great Jin, it was unimaginable; in Great Jin, only nobles and clans could wear vividly colored clothing. Commoners had nothing but undyed hemp or black-gray-brown.

He stood stupidly at the street entrance, staring at the left side where round houses were painted in seven rainbow colors, with arched doors and round windows; the signboard bore gibberish he couldn't read.

The Dawang turned to the right, where a small building of white stone with a pointed roof stood. A sign stood at the door, its writing still unreadable to him. As he inspected it, a middle-aged man with yellow hair and yellow beard, his hair slightly curled, walked out; the Dawang took a step back in embarrassment, "Foreigner?!"

The Ten Thousand Worlds Homestead had a language auto-translation feature; the tall middle-aged man understood, shook his head at him, and spoke slowly, word by word—probably this is the side effect of simultaneous interpretation?

"Young man, you've mistaken me for someone else. I come from the Yata Continent. Want to buy a magic broom? For 8-6-80000 ingots, I guarantee it can fly for three years without replacement."

Good heavens, the number takes forever to read! The Dawang was frightened, turned and ran—someone was robbing him!

He didn't know Luo Xi meant 68 ingots; the system detected that the other party and Baili Jing's world were not of the same civilization and could not calculate the time difference, so it directly converted his quote into an astronomical number of ingots.

The Dawang wasn't good at arithmetic, but he could still make a rough estimate: converting ingots to silver required multiplying by ten. With that silver, he would daily go out to scatter money for fun; the rest would be used to recruit troops and buy horses, and once trained, he'd wait on the frontier for the northern barbarians.

Strolling around the street gave the Dawang some eye-opening experience; this street was far more exciting than Chang'an Street. He had never seen any of the goods for sale, and the penniless Dawang with empty hands could only look, look, and look.

Houses of all colors and shapes, strange goods with unknown functions, and shopkeepers with five-colored skin and hair—seeing he was a child, they enthusiastically asked if he wanted to buy this, that, and the other, all while pushing their wares with great enthusiasm.

Someone asked if he wanted to buy a fire chicken to take home and eat; his fire chicken was plump. The Dawang wondered what a fire chicken was—a chicken on fire? But the seller was an exotic oddball, and the Dawang feared hearing his endless numbers without pause.

Someone invited him to check out the aquarium, saying they had just caught the most beautiful ornamental fish from the deep sea. The Dawang thought, "We have the sea in Youzhou; if I want to see fish, I'll send my own people to catch them—no need to spend money."

Someone else asked if he wanted to buy weapons, with full styles for self-defense. Wow, the Dawang was interested—was it selling swords or bows and arrows?

The Dawang stopped his steps, curiously tiptoed to the counter and strained to see inside; the store, decorated in a black lacquer style, was hung with all kinds of firearms, which he saw but didn't understand. The shop owner took out two strange-looking black tubes combined into something, offering it for self-defense. The Dawang didn't see familiar bows and swords, but he heard the official's converted price for it.

The Dawang nodded calmly at the blue‑eyed boss, "Thanks, I won't buy today." As expected, he could only talk about it again in the next life.

Leaving the weapon shop, the Dawang thought the Ten Thousand Worlds Homestead might as well not exist!

He couldn't afford anything, and looking ahead, the Great Jin seemed to have nothing worth taking to sell.

This reward would be better replaced with a plot of vegetable garden.

Just as he was about to go back to sleep, a youth stretching on the street ahead shouted, "Hey, that kid, the one wearing especially fancy clothes!"

The Dawang lowered his head to look at the yellow robe he was wearing now; after returning to the sleeping chamber, he had taken off the outer black layer, and this layer had no embroidery at all—where was the luxury?

"Are you calling me, Your Highness?"

Though the youth had black hair and black eyes, his attire was strange and his head shaved in an odd shape, yet Baili Jing found him pleasing, extremely pleasing.

"Exactly, it's you, the kid in ancient costume! Are you from our Chinese civilization? I'm guessing Han Dynasty? Or Qin Dynasty?"

The Dawang shook his head, "I've never heard of the Your Highness you're talking about."

"No way, your attire is definitely from our Chinese side. Besides, it could also be from another world parallel to the Blue Star Chinese. We're fellow countrymen—come sit in my shop."

This person was very enthusiastic, so the Dawang went along with him. It was rare to meet someone with black hair and black eyes, and he found it remarkable.

Upon entering the shop, that person poured him a cup of water, "Your robe has dragon patterns, and you call yourself a king—could you still be an emperor's son?"

The Dawang immediately spilled the beans, because he found that this person spoke to him without any delay and he could understand everything. The two sat down and reviewed history; then the black‑haired youth, namely Baiyang, gave the Dawang a rough estimate of the era: "Your Great Jin probably isn't the Jin before the Northern and Southern Dynasties here, but the timelines should be similar. It ought to correspond to the Han Dynasty onward in our world, meaning we're separated by about two thousand years."

The Dawang's mouth fell open in surprise for a moment, then he accepted it readily.

The Dawang, having seen the great world, is a Dawang.

Baiyang is a conscientious, warm‑hearted person; seeing the Dawang's young age, as a "senior veteran," he gave him plenty of information about the rules of the Ten Thousand Worlds Homestead.

Here he had seen many strange humans, even those not resembling humans, but speaking needed no translation—only accent differences—and he had never before encountered descendants of the Chinese with black hair and black eyes.

He figured the other party was also a great fortune; he tried and found it wasn't a time travel, just an ordinary clever child, so he couldn't help but worry and give the Dawang his all in explaining things.

For example, to open a shop one must first buy a plot of land, which is quite expensive and also a threshold. In his words, the game's generous aspects are indeed generous, and the leeks to be harvested are not spared at all.

"Since we've met, it must be a great fate. What would you have needed two thousand years ago… papermaking? printing? Or potatoes, sweet potatoes, cotton?"

Upon learning that the Great Jin already had paper, he briefly explained printing to the Dawang.

It's already late today; Baiyang promised to go back and look up information for him, and later teach him in detail. When the king was about to leave, the two exchanged gifts.

Baiyang's shop is called: Gulánxīng Food & Miscellaneous Store.

Inside are all kinds of Earth snacks and little trinkets, belonging to fast‑moving consumer goods; they don't sell for much, but they're reliable. Eighty percent of items in the myriad worlds can be bought freely like this, so his business is still decent.

The king came into the sleeping hall stark naked, with no ornaments whatsoever, feeling awkward; Baiyang pointed to his yellow little robe.

This robe is a little gown featuring dark‑embroidered dragon patterns in the same color!

There really isn't anything valuable in his shop; he rummaged in his pocket and produced a Swiss Army knife he had just acquired.

That knife is only palm‑long; outside it is a shiny bright red with exquisite patterns, and the most amazing part is inside—it can actually be disassembled into so many small blades. "This is the main blade; you can use it to peel fruit; this is the nail file; you can use it to file your nails and such; this is the scissors; you can use it to cut paper, rope, and such; this is the awl and sewing hole; you use it to punch holes in things and thread/sew stuff, but for someone of your ruling class… it's useless. This is the magnifying glass; it can enlarge small things; at your age… you could use it to burn ants! This is the wire cutter; it should be able to cut through your metal plating? This is the flat‑head screwdriver/bottle opener; after that you won't have any use for it either; this corkscrew for opening wine—you also won't have any use for it…… Well, the rest you probably won't need either; just look at them and play. In short, this gadget is still somewhat novel to you, not a weapon, just a little trinket you should be able to take out." Baiyang saw the child was still young, and having no idea of the knife's functions, patiently gave him a full explanation.

The king couldn't put it down; even modern worldly‑wise adult men find it hard to resist, let alone a feudal‑era little boy.

"This knife looks truly exquisite, the metal is so shiny!" The king had never seen such a delicate toy before; a tiny blade hid over a dozen small knives inside—who would have thought knives could look this good two thousand years later!

Baiyang: "……This isn't iron, it's special steel. It never rusts and can cut iron like clay." It hadn't become a mass‑produced item, simply because it was small enough.

At the right moment the king let out a country‑bumpkin sound: "Wah～"

Baiyang: ……He always had the feeling of having cheated a child.

But his knife was a top‑spec commemorative edition; buying such a small item cost over ten thousand, and exchanging it for the king's robe wasn't taking advantage of the child.

As expected, when Baili Jing was about to take the knife home, the myriad‑world authorities did not stop him. He successfully brought out a small knife that the Great Jin could not mass‑produce and that had little impact on this era.

The king returned to his sleeping chamber, successfully stored the physical ingot card in the warehouse, then lay down on the bed holding the military knife, wanting to hug this treasure even while sleeping at night.