Chapter 2

Xuan Qiankun’s succession of four or five questions left Cang Luo’s head spinning, but he could only answer truthfully.

“The world I came from is called Earth; I’m a Huaxia person, and our language is also Huaxia speech, though we call it Han.”

Speaking of his language, Cang Luo paused, glancing at them; seeing no reaction, he continued: “The land area of Earth, I recall, is 149 million square kilometers.”

I don’t know what units you use, but converted to mu, it should be over two hundred billion mu.”

No sooner had Cang Luo finished than Sect Master Xuan Hong gasped: “Over two hundred billion mu!? That’s nearly the size of Yuanwu Continent!?

Father, if true, this realm is unprecedented—earlier discovered realms were said to be no more than two million mu; with such vast area, how many people live there?”

“Their nation is called Huaxia? And they refer to Huaxia speech as Han? Interesting.” The four Supreme Elders all murmured in astonishment at the scale of Earth Cang Luo described.

Xuan Qiankun forced calmness: “Continue. How many people are there? What is their cultivation level?”

He had already probed Cang Luo with his Nascent Soul awareness—his body was frail, over twenty years old, yet his dantian hadn’t even activated, let alone become a warrior. Were all Earth people like this?

Cang Luo pondered: This world is called Yuanwu Continent?

They call Earth a “realm”? And there are many others?

So my crossing wasn’t an accident—can I return?

Cang Luo replied: “Earth’s total population is nearly seven billion. Warriors? You mean those who can fly? There are none on Earth—all are ordinary people like me.”

He saw no need to hide anything; did Earth, with its nuclear weapons, fear their invasion? What good is flying?

If I lie and they have some memory-reading technique... I’ll only bring trouble on myself.

“Seven billion! There are seven billion people!!!”

Xuan Qiankun and the three Supreme Elders exchanged glances, each seeing in the others’ eyes something called ambition.

Yuanwu Continent has less than ten billion people total; the Da Chu Empire has only one and a half billion. If Xuantian Sect could control these seven billion...

“Cough... none can cultivate? Then how do you fight and wage war? Direct hand-to-hand combat?”

Xuan Qiankun was deeply curious—he recalled Yuanwu Continent two thousand five hundred years ago, when “Yuan force” hadn’t yet appeared, and people couldn’t cultivate, so there were no warriors.

Cang Luo bowed respectfully: “Yes, we cannot cultivate, but we invented various weapons—one can strike from afar and explode, easily killing a person.”

Is this lying?

Cang Luo wouldn’t be foolish enough to mention atomic bombs or other weapons; these otherworlders clearly had designs on Earth.

Xuan Qiankun exclaimed excitedly: “Truly!?”

“Absolutely true!” Cang Luo nodded vigorously.

Seeing this, Xuan Qiankun could barely conceal his delight—this “Earth” realm was discovered by accident.

It came from an incomplete teleportation array seized over twenty years ago from an alien Wu Huang; after a cursory look, he found nothing useful and tossed it into his space ring.

Until five years ago, his disciple, Emperor Xiang Xinglong of Da Chu, asked him about the teleportation array, since the Qin Empire to the west and the Yuan Empire to the north had been eyeing Da Chu.

Xiang Xinglong wanted to use the array to teleport soldiers behind enemy lines for surprise attacks.

So Xuan Qiankun retrieved the array for study—but instead of fixing the teleportation array, he accidentally developed a summoning array.

First, he summoned a kitchen knife and other bizarre objects; many bore inscriptions and images, revealing this realm had human inhabitants.

A realm with living beings is exceedingly rare.

The most valuable among these summoned items were these kitchen knives—their material was unprecedented on Yuanwu Continent, incredibly tough and sharp.

Though inferior to weapons inscribed with rune arrays, what if one inscribed rune arrays onto weapons forged from this material?

Thus, this realm is extremely important.

After five years of study, Xuan Qiankun finally discovered a method for selective summoning.

He planned to summon one person from the realm today to gather information for future planning.

The result? He summoned this Earthman named Cang Luo—who claimed Earth had land area comparable to Yuanwu Continent and seven billion people; what vast resources must it hold?

Though he didn’t know why Earth’s people couldn’t cultivate—perhaps no Yuan force existed—lack of cultivation didn’t mean lack of cultivation resources.

Past realms with no living beings still yielded heavenly treasures; Earth must conceal unimaginable things.

Xuan Qiankun thought: If he could fully decipher the teleportation array, wouldn’t Earth become Xuantian Sect’s private garden?

All resources at his disposal? Perhaps even a cure for his internal injuries.

Moreover, Earth had a nation speaking Huaxia speech—this was deeply worth investigating.

As for Cang Luo’s “explosive weapons”... hehe! Just send a few elite disciples, and Earth would be theirs.

Cang Luo noticed their silent exchanges and guessed they had some form of telepathic communication.

Were they discussing how to deal with him? What should he do? He might as well ask.

“What will you do with me next? Is there any way to send me back?”

He asked if there was a way to return—not whether they could send him back—he was a man with subtle intentions.

Xuan Qiankun ended his thoughts and said casually: “No way to send you back yet—check again next year. For now, stay at Xuantian Sect.

Cough... Xuan Hong, give him the status of a menial disciple, assign him light duties.”

The teleportation array likely needs another year to complete; then we can enter Earth actively.

Not passively summon things from Earth—so this man is still useful; he can serve as a guide later.

“Yes.” Sect Master Xuan Hong replied, then turned to Cang Luo and said softly: “Follow me.”

Xuantian Sect? Next year I can return to Earth?

Cang Luo pondered, set down the knife, and reached for his phone and Bluetooth earpiece—when Senior Xuan suddenly pointed at the phone: “Wait—what is this? What is its function?”

Cang Luo’s heart skipped, but he forced calmness, picking up the phone: “This is a lighting tool from Earth.

Look—it has two glowing parts: the larger one is dim light, and this white dot is bright light.”

Cang Luo turned on the phone’s flashlight to demonstrate, lying that the screen was the dim light.

At that moment, the phone suddenly vibrated, followed by a flurry of messages and an incoming call.

Fuck, who the hell is calling now?

Idiot teammate!

Idiot teammate! Damn it!

Cang Luo quickly pressed the power button to hang up—luckily, the screen faced him, so Senior Xuan and the others didn’t see it; otherwise, they’d have grown suspicious.

Xuan Qiankun nodded: “Cough... go. Don’t reveal your identity to anyone.”

“Understood.” Cang Luo knew the importance of hiding his identity.

As they took a few steps, Xuan Qiankun suddenly said: “Wait—give him a Zhiyuan Pill to test.”

“Yes.” Xuan Hong was startled—Zhiyuan Pills were Heaven-grade middle-rank elixirs; Xuantian Sect held only five in total.

Zhiyuan Pill? The name doesn’t sound like poison.

Cang Luo saw Xuan Hong’s hand materialize a brown wooden box the size of a ring case.

Xuan Hong opened it, took out a Zhiyuan Pill, and handed it to Cang Luo: “Swallow it—it’s not poison. It will alter your constitution,

activate your dantian, condense your first Yuan Wheel, and make you a warrior, allowing you to absorb Yuan force and cultivate techniques.”

Cang Luo hesitated, took the pill, knowing they were testing whether Earth people could become warriors.

Dantian, Yuan Wheel, Yuan force, techniques—these must be cultivation-related terms.

Uh... they’re treating me like a lab rat. Do Earth and otherworld bodies differ? What if it harms me?

But if I become a warrior, it’s not bad—Senior Xuan said next year I might return to Earth; then I’d be Earth’s first warrior!

Then I could have anything I want? Become a superhuman?

Thinking of this, Cang Luo swallowed the milky-white Zhiyuan Pill, no bigger than a glass bead, without hesitation—and waited to become a warrior.

Xuan Hong smiled: “Come. It takes seven days after swallowing the Zhiyuan Pill to see results.”

“I see!”

Cang Luo thought he’d become a warrior instantly—what a letdown. He shook his head and followed Xuan Hong.

But after only a few steps, Cang Luo suddenly felt unwell—next second, he collapsed, clutching his stomach in agony, as if a fire burned inside.

“Ahh... save me!” He writhed on the ground, moaning in pain.

Xuan Qiankun and the others immediately released Nascent Soul awareness to probe Cang Luo’s body.

Xuan Hong, closest to him, rushed forward, pressed his right palm to Cang Luo’s forehead, and sent a stream of Yuan force to ease his pain.

“Ahh... so hot, so painful, save me...”

Cang Luo felt the searing fire in his belly had spread through his entire body—his organs felt ready to explode.

Minutes later, unable to bear the pain, Cang Luo fainted.

Xuan Hong withdrew his hand, incredulous: “Father, his dantian has activated—and he’s already formed his first Yuan Wheel! He’s now a Warrior Stage One!?

He absorbed the Zhiyuan Pill’s potency in less than half a cup of tea time!?”

“Hmm!” Xuan Qiankun and the others had noticed too. He turned to a Supreme Elder below: “Brother Xiong, what do you think?”

The Zhiyuan Pill was crafted by this Xiong-named Supreme Elder, who said: “I observe his essence splits and regenerates at ten times the speed of a normal warrior upon contact with Yuan force.

That’s why he absorbed the pill’s potency so rapidly—likely because Earth has no Yuan force.”