Chapter 9

“Sigh! When will Earth’s Huaxia ever be as mighty as the Huaxia clan of this world...”

Cang Luo sighed deeply and asked curiously, “Alien races? What are alien races?”

Xuan Qingqing said casually, “Alien races are those stinky, pitch-black people who can only survive on the fringes of the continent and islands; they must bow respectfully and call us Huaxia clan ‘my lord.’”

“Aren’t we Huaxia clan impressive? Do you even have alien races on Earth?”

Speaking of these alien races, Xuan Qingqing’s face glowed with pride, a deep sense of superiority rising within her.

For on the Yuanwu Continent, the Huaxia clan was invincible, while alien races were inferior beings!

Cang Luo understood—he knew the alien races Xuan Qingqing meant were people of different skin tones.

Cang Luo nodded and said, “We have alien races on Earth too, but unlike on the Yuanwu Continent, Earth’s alien races hold high status—higher than our Huaxia clan...”

Listening to Cang Luo’s account, Xuan Qingqing frowned tightly; she was deeply dissatisfied with the state of Earth’s Huaxia clan as he described it.

When did Huaxia clan ever have to bow to alien races?

This was utterly outrageous!

Fuming, Xuan Qingqing suddenly declared fiercely, “Cang, don’t worry—Earth’s alien races will one day learn the true might of our Huaxia clan.”

She added, “By the way, my father said your Earth’s Huaxia clan might share the same roots as ours.”

“Mm.”

Cang Luo agreed—he believed that even if they weren’t of the same origin, Earth and the Yuanwu Continent must be connected in some crucial way.

Otherwise, how could the existence of the Seven Huaxia Kingdoms be explained?

Or the striking similarity between the continental plates of Yuanwu and Earth?

By the way, according to her, the Yuanwu Continent underwent massive changes only after the Nine Alien Stars appeared—what was it like before they appeared?

Could it be that 2,491 years ago, the Yuanwu Continent shared the same history as Earth?

Was it suddenly transformed by the Nine Alien Stars—adding the substance called ‘Yuanli,’ and fusing the continental plates together?

No, it wasn’t Earth that was transformed.

Because Earth still exists, it must have been split off into a parallel world by the Nine Alien Stars?

Or even a parallel universe?

Cang Luo pondered—if he wanted to verify his theory, he only needed to investigate whether Yuanwu Continent’s history 2,491 years ago matched Earth’s, using the books here.

But even if the histories were identical before 2,491 years ago, what would that change?

What difference would it make?

Cang Luo sighed, his thoughts turning again to the blinding white mist covering the surface of the Nine Alien Stars.

The truth might be hidden on those stars, but until the satellite gained flight capability, he couldn’t find out.

Thinking of this, Cang Luo abandoned further inquiry into the matter and turned to another equally important issue.

Cang Luo asked, “Senior Sister Qingqing, how do cultivators cultivate? What are the specific cultivation levels?”

“By the way, what’s my current cultivation level?”

Facing Cang Luo’s barrage of questions, Xuan Qingqing puffed out her cheeks and pretended to be annoyed, huffing, “Why do you always ask me? Now it’s my turn to ask you.”

Cang Luo was utterly charmed by her expression and quickly said, “Uh... I’m wrong, Senior Sister Qingqing, go ahead, ask me.”

“Fine, I’ll ask you—what’s fun on Earth?”

Xuan Qingqing knew Earth had no cultivation, so she didn’t want to ask about that.

She found her current life dull—nothing but cultivation, and yet she couldn’t avoid it.

Her question was expected by Cang Luo; yesterday, while scanning the Yuanwu Continent with the satellite, he’d noticed its technology was extremely backward—essentially ancient Huaxia a thousand years ago.

Cang Luo guessed this was why a cultivation civilization had emerged.

For example, if I can already fly, why invent airplanes and cars?

If I can summon a sword qi with a flick of my wrist, why invent guns and bullets?

Thus, entertainment here must be extremely primitive—he guessed it was just cultivation, martial contests, poetry, and couplets.

Uh... and the exclusive male pastimes.

Cang Luo blurted out, “You asked the right question—Earth has countless fun things.”

“Amusement parks, skiing, surfing, bumper cars, movies, game consoles, online games...”

“And lots of food—cake, salad, coffee, chocolate, ice cream, hamburgers...”

Every time Cang Luo named an Earth term, Xuan Qingqing stared at him with wide-eyed curiosity, asking what each thing was, what it did, and how to use it.

Watching her look like an inquisitive child, Cang Luo finally felt a surge of superiority.

Earth wasn’t useless after all—forget nuclear weapons; just these entertainment options could crush the Yuanwu Continent...

In high spirits, Cang Luo explained each term and how to enjoy them, speaking for two full hours until she was utterly enchanted.

As they chatted, their bond grew closer.

Xuan Qingqing exclaimed excitedly, “Once my grandfather’s teleportation array is complete, I’m going to Earth first—you have to take me everywhere on Earth!”

Teleportation array?

Cang Luo muttered inwardly, judging that the teleportation array she mentioned was different from the method that brought him here.

The teleportation array must be active and controllable.

But the white light sphere that brought him here was passive and random.

Cang Luo readily agreed, smiling, “No problem—I’ll take Senior Sister Qingqing on a plane to circle the entire Earth.”

Xuan Qingqing looked puzzled, “Flying chicken? Do you have beasts on Earth too?”

“What’s a beast?” Cang Luo countered.

Xuan Qingqing hurriedly said, “Wait, I’ll summon one for you—first tell me what flying chicken is!”

“Alright, alright! Let me think of the simplest way to explain it.” Cang Luo nodded quickly, though inwardly he was pondering beasts.

Summoned? So they’re summoning beasts—can I summon one too?

After a moment, Cang Luo organized his thoughts and explained, “This ‘flying chicken’ isn’t a beast—it’s an inanimate object.”

“The airplane has wings, but they don’t move; yet it can still fly through the sky.”

After hearing Cang Luo’s description, Xuan Qingqing was instantly baffled. She asked curiously, “Inanimate? Wings that don’t move? Is it a flying treasure?”

Treasure?

Another specialized term—Cang Luo decided not to ask now; he’d learn about it later.

Cang Luo continued, “It’s not a treasure—Earth has no such things.”

“An airplane is a sealed, massive vessel made entirely of metal and other materials—small ones are several zhang long, carrying one to ten people; large ones are dozens of zhang long, carrying hundreds.”

No sooner had Cang Luo finished than Xuan Qingqing gasped, “Impossible! How can such a huge vessel fly?!”

“And carry hundreds of people? Are you lying to me?”

Xuan Qingqing simply couldn’t imagine that Earth, where no one could cultivate, possessed such an incredible thing.

If this wasn’t a treasure, then what counted as one?

Cang Luo said seriously, “Do I have any reason to lie to you, Senior Sister Qingqing? Whether it’s true or not, you’ll see for yourself when we go to Earth next year.”

“Moreover, airplanes can fly for days and nights—you can sleep, eat, play games, even bathe on one...”

“Really?” Xuan Qingqing gazed at Cang Luo with eager hope, wishing she could go to Earth right now.

“Of course it’s true! By the way, Senior Sister Qingqing, on Earth, any person can fly in an airplane.”

“So, how high must a cultivator on the Yuanwu Continent reach to fly? How long does it take?”

Cang Luo seized the chance to ask the question weighing on his heart. Xuan Qingqing replied casually, “Wu Wang level is enough. As for how long...”

She paused slightly before continuing, “An average cultivator who successfully forms a Yuanlun at age 14 and has sufficient resources with no setbacks will reach Wu Wang around seventy or eighty years old.”

“Geniuses are different—I know some prodigies reach Wu Wang before thirty.”

Cang Luo internally screamed, “Holy shit!”

It takes seventy or eighty years just to fly... but I only have one year!

Even if I reach Wu Wang at thirty, I’d still need eight years—I don’t even know if I’ll live that long.

Thinking of this, Cang Luo asked anxiously, “What’s my current cultivation level? What’s my talent?”