[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-high-martial-arts-across-two-worlds":3,"chapter-high-martial-arts-across-two-worlds-high-martial-arts-across-two-worlds-chapter-5":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","High Martial Arts Across Two Worlds",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2360976,4616,"Chapter 5: Golden Finger","high-martial-arts-across-two-worlds-chapter-5",5,"\u003Cp>The singing grew louder, as if right beside him, yet he could not locate its source; faced with this unknown situation, Cang Luo grew increasingly anxious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more Cang Luo panicked, the blurrier the satellite’s view became, the image gradually shrinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually, the satellite’s view vanished completely, and Cang Luo found himself surrounded by utter darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just then, Cang Luo suddenly realized: “Damn, isn’t that singing just my phone’s alarm?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had the words left his mouth than Cang Luo snapped his eyes open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After opening his eyes, Cang Luo found himself in a room sparsely furnished yet undeniably luxurious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the furniture in the room was made of an unknown red wood, emitting a faint exotic fragrance that felt incredibly soothing, as if it sharpened the mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps because of this exotic scent, Cang Luo felt unusually alert, his entire body brimming with energy, and he could faintly sense an unusual substance in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could this substance be the Yuan Li that Sect Master Xuan Hong mentioned?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But how could he absorb it!?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For now, he set that question aside; the alarm kept ringing, so Cang Luo grabbed his phone and turned it off, checking the time—he was already on the second day since his transmigration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shook his head, tossed the phone aside, and had no time to ponder why his phone could connect to Earth—he had more urgent matters to handle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cang Luo was now certain he wasn’t dreaming; the surveillance satellite capable of firing laser cannons was his golden finger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But how could there be a satellite on the Yuanwu Continent? Cang Luo couldn’t understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where is it? Where’s my golden finger? How do I summon it? Is there a system sprite or something?” Cang Luo tried every method but could not re-attach to the satellite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm? Yesterday I attached to the satellite only after passing out—what if I close my eyes now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking this, Cang Luo shut his eyes and frowned in deep thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a few breaths, Cang Luo suddenly felt his head grow heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The satellite’s view reappeared; Cang Luo was overjoyed—but only for half a minute, because he realized this golden finger didn’t seem very useful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t control the satellite to move over the Yuanwu Continent, so he couldn’t use its laser cannon; the cannon’s range seemed limited to only two hundred meters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, even if I could move it, I couldn’t let the satellite appear over the Yuanwu Continent—that would expose my golden finger.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sighing, he thought: “A satellite that can’t fire lasers seems pretty useless—barely more than a surveillance device.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm, useful for reconnaissance during battles, but practically useless for personal use.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cang Luo sighed, closed his eyes, crossed his arms, and pondered whether the satellite had any other uses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peeping at women bathing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that would require penetrating roofs—the satellite didn’t seem to have that function.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After ten minutes of silent contemplation, Cang Luo suddenly opened his eyes—and immediately felt a wave of dizziness, two images overlapping before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One was the satellite’s real-time footage; the other was what his own eyes saw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cang Luo leaned back against the bed and shook his head hard, trying to separate or stabilize the two images—but it had no effect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cang Luo gritted his teeth, enduring the dizziness, frowning and refusing to close his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he believed—if this ability could be used with his eyes open, its practicality would skyrocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For example, during pursuit, he could use it to scout ahead and avoid being followed by enemies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long moments passed, and Cang Luo felt something stirring in his mind—a threadlike object, impossibly thin, drifting aimlessly through his thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he concentrated harder, the threadlike object grew more active.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, the threadlike object seemed to pierce through some barrier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It began to lengthen, traveling down his spine, winding through his meridians inside his body—the sensation was incredibly pleasant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually, one end of the threadlike object halted at Cang Luo’s lower abdomen, like a tadpole searching for an egg, seeking something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That spot—I remember it’s the Lower Dantian...” Cang Luo recalled the human acupoint diagrams he’d once studied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The human body contains three dantians: the Upper Dantian between the eyebrows, the Middle Dantian to the right of the heart, and the Lower Dantian below the navel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three dantians are arranged vertically within the body in golden ratio proportions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Daoist cultivation texts, the term “dantian” always refers to the Lower Dantian—the reservoir of energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of this, Cang Luo was ecstatic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Could I have become a Martial Artist? But Sect Master Xuan Hong said it takes seven days after consuming the Zhi Yuan Dan to become one!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he pondered, the threadlike object, which had just stopped moving, stirred again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—he didn’t just feel it; he saw it. But this seeing was different from the satellite’s view—it was an internal observation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Daoist terms, this was called Neishi!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw the threadlike object enter the dantian and arrive at a space filled with faint milky-white mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mist drifted aimlessly; at its center floated a milky-white, ring-shaped gaseous object resembling a lifebuoy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Cang Luo recalled what Sect Master Xuan Hong had said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Activate the dantian, condense the Yuan Wheel, become a Martial Artist, then absorb Yuan Li to learn techniques and cultivate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was the milky-white lifebuoy the Yuan Wheel? And the mist, Yuan Li?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the threadlike object—was it Spirit Power?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cang Luo was overwhelmed with excitement—he was certain he had become a Martial Artist!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But why did the Zhi Yuan Dan’s effects accelerate by six days? Is it because I’m from Earth?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he wondered, the threadlike object drifted again, finally touching the Yuan Wheel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, the Yuan Wheel began to rotate—faster and faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a switched-on engine, it spun wildly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The threadlike object was the switch; the Yuan Wheel was the engine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wildly spinning Yuan Wheel dragged the surrounding Yuan Li into rotation, and Cang Luo felt he could now control these Yuan Li.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure enough, as soon as Cang Luo willed it, the Yuan Li began to flow along the threadlike object.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instinctively, he guided them toward his head, hoping to alleviate the dizziness caused by keeping the satellite’s surveillance active with his eyes open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Yuan Li was scarce—barely enough to fill his brain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The instant the Yuan Li reached his brain, Cang Luo felt instantly refreshed; the satellite camera’s footage stopped shaking and stabilized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, Cang Luo could finally activate the satellite’s surveillance function with his eyes open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sensation was strange—hard to describe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike Google’s former smart glasses, which projected images directly onto the retina, this appeared directly in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cang Luo slowly rotated the satellite, watching the sun burn in space, watching the Yuanwu Continent with its nine moons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nine moons... let me see what’s on them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saying this, Cang Luo directed the satellite toward the nearest moon and rapidly zoomed in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Strange—the moon is covered in white mist; I can’t see the surface at all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cang Luo checked the other eight moons—all similarly shrouded in white mist, nothing visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he gazed, Cang Luo grew tired; he noticed the threadlike object in his mind was gradually shortening and moving slower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cang Luo understood: activating the satellite’s surveillance consumed energy—exactly that threadlike object.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This drain is severe—I’m already tired after less than half an hour. Can’t I just turn it off? When I first woke up, it wasn’t active, was it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking this, Cang Luo snapped his eyes shut and mentally commanded: “Close.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure enough, the satellite’s footage vanished instantly from his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cang Luo opened his eyes, delighted: “This satellite might unlock new functions as my cultivation improves—like flight. Then I could secretly use the laser cannon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the satellite’s help, Cang Luo looked forward to his life on this alien world over the coming year, his spirits soaring, eager to share the news with his family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way—my phone can connect to Earth! Why not call or send WeChat? I’ve been gone a day—they must be frantic.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He acted on impulse, unlocking his phone’s screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the screen lit up, hundreds of WeChat, QQ, and text messages flooded in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the phone vibrated, followed by a ringtone—a call from an “Unknown Number.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This phone is probably another golden finger.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the incoming call, Cang Luo didn’t answer immediately; instead, he returned to the home screen and opened WeChat to check for messages from his family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cang Luo’s heart leapt—he saw a message from his sister, but the content clearly wasn’t written by her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The latest message read: “Cang Luo, I’m Li Weiguo, head of the Huaxia Special Department Fenglin Huoshan. I need to confirm a few things with you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One: Are you currently on Earth?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two: If not on Earth, provide all information you can obtain—send it to your sister via WeChat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three: Do not trust anyone except me. Prioritize national security.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reply immediately upon receipt...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cang Luo pondered: “Fenglin Huoshan? What department is that? I’ve never heard of it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he could understand—what could a nobody like him possibly know?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He scrolled further; the next dozens of messages were identical—all sent via his family’s WeChat accounts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So my parents and sister are in their hands?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bad premonition struck Cang Luo; his face turned cold. He’d planned to call and verify.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just then, a new text message popped up; Cang Luo tapped it open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The message read: “Dear Mr. Cang Luo, hello, I am John Smith, director of the International Rescue Organization Eden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I am deeply saddened by your plight. Eden is willing to provide you with all possible assistance—simply provide us with information about your current alien world, so we may rescue you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Additionally, we have already transferred five million RMB to your usual bank account—a small token of our goodwill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, I must deliver bad news: your family has been detained by Huaxia’s Fenglin Huoshan—their situation is dire.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, we can help you rescue your family and immigrate to our free nation...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Cang Luo saw the amount of five million RMB, his heart raced with joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five million RMB is an astronomical sum for an ordinary family—someone could work their whole life and never earn that much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when he saw the words “family under house arrest,” his blood boiled, yet he quickly calmed himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew this was a scheme to sow discord—pretending to be international rescue, how hypocritical, what a damn Eden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, though he cursed them aloud, his body was very pragmatic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cang Luo immediately began searching for bank transaction texts, scrolling for a long while, skipping dozens of messages, until he finally found the bank’s transaction alert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he saw nearly made him drop his phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were over a dozen transaction alerts; the latest one read: “Your account ending in XXXX... balance: 22,888,655.47.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cang Luo stared in shock. “This... what’s going on? How could there be so much money?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m rich! I didn’t even make it back to Earth yet, and I’ve become a millionaire!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, another text popped up. Cang Luo quickly opened it, and it read: “Respected Lord Cang, I am Yanagiba Yuichiro of the Izumo Society. We have heard you are trapped and unable to return to Earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But rest assured, the Izumo Society is willing to provide you with all assistance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Please inform us of your current situation so we may prepare your rescue and bring you back to Earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We must also deliver bad news: according to our investigation, your family has been placed under house arrest by Huaxia, with all movement restricted—conditions are extremely grave...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Family under house arrest—again, that phrase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cang Luo’s mood grew heavy, but not because he believed the claim about his family—he wouldn’t fall for their manipulation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was because his transmigration had been fully exposed; he had become a prized target, and every nation wanted to extract information about the other world from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since they could not reach him in Yuanwu Continent, they chose to threaten him by targeting his family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh... I hope my homeland protects my family.” Cang Luo took a deep breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then more bizarre texts kept arriving, each claiming to be from some organization.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Holy Cross International Rescue Unit of a certain European nation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Royal Knights International Rescue Team of a self-proclaimed Empire on Which the Sun Never Sets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the Tsar’s Judgment Court International Rescue Department—the one with the largest territory, mocked by Huaxia netizens as the “Maozi”...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All these organizations Cang Luo had never heard of were clearly trying to extract information about the other world from him—but he ignored them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cang Luo had always been proud of being a descendant of Yan and Huang, and would never do anything harmful to his homeland.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He closed the texts and stared at the phone call labeled “Unknown Caller,” then firmly pressed the answer button.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cang Luo had a feeling this call was from his homeland.\u003C\u002Fp>",2164,"2026-06-21T06:04:04.528Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","990cd49dd58e3b6edce04ac66b0ff2f6e5135cf67cde8e1759f020d81c2f2fe8","high-martial-arts-across-two-worlds-chapter-6","high-martial-arts-across-two-worlds-chapter-4",157,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhigh-martial-arts-across-two-worlds-cover.jpg"]