Chapter 33: Lanling
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After some deliberation, Zhang Yang finally decided to go to the city of Lanling. However, before going, he needed to equip himself properly.
The shops in the market are filled with a dazzling array of spiritual goods, but unfortunately, they are very expensive. Zhang Yang only has a little over a thousand spirit coins left, which is not enough to buy any powerful spiritual items or useful spell cards.
After hesitating for a while, Zhang Yang bought a pistol and a crossbow.
The pistol costs 600 RMB, and two magazines with a total of forty bullets are included. If you buy bullets separately, they cost 12 RMB each.
Crossbow costs 400 spirit coins and comes with ten bolts.
Although handguns are convenient to use, each bullet is a consumable item, and every shot fired is a coin spent, so they should not be squandered easily.
Although the use of crossbows requires effort, the arrows can be recovered, making them a perfect combination.
Moreover, both of them are spiritual tools. Zhang Yang plans to enter the spiritual realm and string them up, shrink them, and store them in a purple messenger bag as a trump card. By releasing them unexpectedly, he should be able to handle the majority of situations.
Most other spiritual objects in the same price range are either auxiliary or defensive, and have no substantial effect, so Zhang Yang finally chose what he was most comfortable using.
These days, Zhang Yang has been practicing this "Shrinking Magic". Now he has become extremely skilled at it, and whenever his purple spiritual power connects with his bag, he can freely put things in and take them out as he wishes.
And Zhang Yang even gave it a name: Fairy Pocket.
The only downside is that the spiritual power on the bag gradually disappears, and Shi Xiu's source power is also decreasing. Once either one is depleted, this spiritual technique can no longer be used.
Fold the map into a bag and put the bag close to your body.
With everything ready, press the teleportation button, and Zhang Yang disappeared into a bright light.
Next to a huge square on the outskirts of Lanling City, there stands a magnificent temple. On the central platform of the temple, there is a giant black stone tablet.
The stone tablet is entirely black and does not seem solid, with faint ripples wafting from it.
Another ripple emerges, and a somewhat thin and frail figure steps out from the black stone – it is none other than Zhang Yang himself.
This time, Zhang Yang did not immediately wander around after coming out, but stood still and looked around vigilantly.
Having learned his lesson from last time, at the slightest disturbance, he was ready to turn back immediately.
The temple here is different from the last time, with people coming and going, bustling with activity like a transportation hub. Every person entering or leaving the temple needs to register at a row of self-service machines. There are several people in uniform maintaining order, presumably local law enforcement officials.
Upon seeing this scene, Zhang Yang's heart settled a little. Just as he was about to head towards the exit, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his buttocks, and then his whole body flew up.
"You brat, you don't watch where you're going and blocked your grandpa's path." A burly man emerged from the dark stone and seeing Zhang Yang blocking his way, without saying a word, he directly kicked Zhang Yang away.
Zhang Yang grimaced in pain, clutching his buttocks as he struggled to get up. With gritted teeth and a fierce gaze, his spiritual energy surged, seemingly ready to explode at any moment.
However, in the blink of an eye, Zhang Yang loosened his clenched fist, replaced his face with a gentle smile, slightly bowed, and apologized to the burly man, saying, "Sir, it was my fault for blocking your way. I will be more careful next time."
"Huh, consider yourself lucky, kid. I won't stoop to your level this time," the burly man said, suppressing his anger and forcing a smile. Seeing that Zhang Yang's spiritual power was not weak, he couldn't help but give him a second look. With a harsh remark, he turned and walked down the stairs.
The people around who were originally watching the excitement saw that the two people finished their conversation in just a few words and dispersed one after another, feeling disappointed.
Those several people in uniform didn't show any intention to intervene, and they watched coldly from beginning to end.
Zhang Yang observed everyone's reaction, his face expressionless. However, deep in his heart, he couldn't help but feel a thousand sighs. After experiencing the events before, he had grown a lot and finally stopped being impulsive and careless.
In the real world, different campuses are devoid of innocence and romance. They are only filled with the pursuit of profit and avoidance of harm. Before having strength, one should timely conceal their emotions, protect themselves, and create opportunities for personal growth.
A gentleman takes revenge, even if it takes ten years.
Walk to the registration desk, a floating machine emits a green light wave and scans Zhang Yang up and down. Immediately, a transparent panel appears in front of Zhang Yang, displaying his basic information for him to confirm:
"User: zhangy0916; Gender: Male; Criminal record: None; First time entering Lanling... Whether purchased security services: No..."
Zhang Yang's eyes brightened when he saw the security service. He gently touched it with his hand and opened the details page to check the details: "Security service, once purchased, is protected for life by the law enforcement team and is not threatened by any means. The price is 5,000 Ling Coins..."
At the end, Zhang Yang suddenly realized, no wonder those law enforcement officers remained indifferent when they saw Zhang Yang being kicked away by a burly man, probably because they hadn't purchased any security services.
Here, poor people without money don't even have basic security guarantee.
Zhang Yang naturally couldn't produce these 5,000 Ling coins. After he confirmed the basic information, he pressed the OK button and left the temple.
Outside the temple is a vast square, with a dark red moon hanging in the sky. The sky resembles a dark blue curtain, and numerous radiant nebulae are visible to the naked eye, emitting a dazzling glow. The moonlight is as bright as daylight, with both its size and brightness far surpassing that of the outside world. Although it is nighttime, everything on the square is still clear and visible.
On the square, the crowd surged, rubbing shoulders with each other, countless people in strange costumes, some wearing ancient costumes, some wearing bamboo hats and raincoats, some wearing armor and boots, some dressed in suits and leather shoes, and even girls wearing revealing clothes. They engaged in conversations or hurriedly rushed, presenting a very lively scene.
Zhang Yang stared at those people in strange clothes, especially when he saw those girls who were barely dressed, his eyes almost popped out.
Although freedom is highly valued here, this is a bit too liberal.
But what makes Zhang Yang even more curious is that there are obviously more women here than men, and most of them are young and beautiful. I wonder what the reason is.
Around the square, there are towering buildings and cars flying and shuttling in the sky. Actually, Zhang Yang doesn't know what they are called, so let's just call them flying cars.
Looking at the endless stream of novel things, Zhang Yang's mind has turned into a mush.
Although he is still watching, his heart is refusing to understand.
Prior to this, he only searched for information related to cultivation online and did not have any knowledge about urban culture. Now he is stunned by what he sees.
In Zhangyang's imagination, the world of cultivation is mostly comprised of academies, families, sects, and empires, resembling ancient Chinese settings, unparalleled in any other world.
But here, it is truly a surreal society, with technological advancement estimated to be ahead of the outside world by more than a hundred years.
Just as Zhang Yang was spacing out, he suddenly felt something floating over his head.
He looked up and saw a group of densely packed oval-shaped flying objects, linked together, floating slowly in the air. One of them seemed to have noticed Zhang Yang staring at them and actually detached from the group, landing in front of Zhang Yang.
The cabin door opens automatically and there is no one inside. It seems to be a manned aircraft with a similar purpose to a flying car.
Zhang Yang is unsure if this thing is chargeable and hesitates about whether to get in or not.
Looking around, he found many people like him who had a flying machine in front of them and flew away.
Zhang Yang took another look at the flying machine, and indeed did not find any signs of charging. Without hesitation, he stepped inside.
The cabin door automatically closes, and the aircraft carrying Zhang Yang slowly takes off. It seems to be able to read the mind. Zhang Yang looks in a certain direction, and it can quickly respond and fly in that direction.
On the in-cabin screen, there is a map displayed with some descriptions and usage instructions written next to it.
This is a type of public transportation called FlyPod, similar to taxi services outside, except it doesn't require a driver at all. It is fully self-driving, and you can go wherever you want just by transmitting your thoughts.
The shops in the market are filled with a dazzling array of spiritual goods, but unfortunately, they are very expensive. Zhang Yang only has a little over a thousand spirit coins left, which is not enough to buy any powerful spiritual items or useful spell cards.
After hesitating for a while, Zhang Yang bought a pistol and a crossbow.
The pistol costs 600 RMB, and two magazines with a total of forty bullets are included. If you buy bullets separately, they cost 12 RMB each.
Crossbow costs 400 spirit coins and comes with ten bolts.
Although handguns are convenient to use, each bullet is a consumable item, and every shot fired is a coin spent, so they should not be squandered easily.
Although the use of crossbows requires effort, the arrows can be recovered, making them a perfect combination.
Moreover, both of them are spiritual tools. Zhang Yang plans to enter the spiritual realm and string them up, shrink them, and store them in a purple messenger bag as a trump card. By releasing them unexpectedly, he should be able to handle the majority of situations.
Most other spiritual objects in the same price range are either auxiliary or defensive, and have no substantial effect, so Zhang Yang finally chose what he was most comfortable using.
These days, Zhang Yang has been practicing this "Shrinking Magic". Now he has become extremely skilled at it, and whenever his purple spiritual power connects with his bag, he can freely put things in and take them out as he wishes.
And Zhang Yang even gave it a name: Fairy Pocket.
The only downside is that the spiritual power on the bag gradually disappears, and Shi Xiu's source power is also decreasing. Once either one is depleted, this spiritual technique can no longer be used.
Fold the map into a bag and put the bag close to your body.
With everything ready, press the teleportation button, and Zhang Yang disappeared into a bright light.
Next to a huge square on the outskirts of Lanling City, there stands a magnificent temple. On the central platform of the temple, there is a giant black stone tablet.
The stone tablet is entirely black and does not seem solid, with faint ripples wafting from it.
Another ripple emerges, and a somewhat thin and frail figure steps out from the black stone – it is none other than Zhang Yang himself.
This time, Zhang Yang did not immediately wander around after coming out, but stood still and looked around vigilantly.
Having learned his lesson from last time, at the slightest disturbance, he was ready to turn back immediately.
The temple here is different from the last time, with people coming and going, bustling with activity like a transportation hub. Every person entering or leaving the temple needs to register at a row of self-service machines. There are several people in uniform maintaining order, presumably local law enforcement officials.
Upon seeing this scene, Zhang Yang's heart settled a little. Just as he was about to head towards the exit, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his buttocks, and then his whole body flew up.
"You brat, you don't watch where you're going and blocked your grandpa's path." A burly man emerged from the dark stone and seeing Zhang Yang blocking his way, without saying a word, he directly kicked Zhang Yang away.
Zhang Yang grimaced in pain, clutching his buttocks as he struggled to get up. With gritted teeth and a fierce gaze, his spiritual energy surged, seemingly ready to explode at any moment.
However, in the blink of an eye, Zhang Yang loosened his clenched fist, replaced his face with a gentle smile, slightly bowed, and apologized to the burly man, saying, "Sir, it was my fault for blocking your way. I will be more careful next time."
"Huh, consider yourself lucky, kid. I won't stoop to your level this time," the burly man said, suppressing his anger and forcing a smile. Seeing that Zhang Yang's spiritual power was not weak, he couldn't help but give him a second look. With a harsh remark, he turned and walked down the stairs.
The people around who were originally watching the excitement saw that the two people finished their conversation in just a few words and dispersed one after another, feeling disappointed.
Those several people in uniform didn't show any intention to intervene, and they watched coldly from beginning to end.
Zhang Yang observed everyone's reaction, his face expressionless. However, deep in his heart, he couldn't help but feel a thousand sighs. After experiencing the events before, he had grown a lot and finally stopped being impulsive and careless.
In the real world, different campuses are devoid of innocence and romance. They are only filled with the pursuit of profit and avoidance of harm. Before having strength, one should timely conceal their emotions, protect themselves, and create opportunities for personal growth.
A gentleman takes revenge, even if it takes ten years.
Walk to the registration desk, a floating machine emits a green light wave and scans Zhang Yang up and down. Immediately, a transparent panel appears in front of Zhang Yang, displaying his basic information for him to confirm:
"User: zhangy0916; Gender: Male; Criminal record: None; First time entering Lanling... Whether purchased security services: No..."
Zhang Yang's eyes brightened when he saw the security service. He gently touched it with his hand and opened the details page to check the details: "Security service, once purchased, is protected for life by the law enforcement team and is not threatened by any means. The price is 5,000 Ling Coins..."
At the end, Zhang Yang suddenly realized, no wonder those law enforcement officers remained indifferent when they saw Zhang Yang being kicked away by a burly man, probably because they hadn't purchased any security services.
Here, poor people without money don't even have basic security guarantee.
Zhang Yang naturally couldn't produce these 5,000 Ling coins. After he confirmed the basic information, he pressed the OK button and left the temple.
Outside the temple is a vast square, with a dark red moon hanging in the sky. The sky resembles a dark blue curtain, and numerous radiant nebulae are visible to the naked eye, emitting a dazzling glow. The moonlight is as bright as daylight, with both its size and brightness far surpassing that of the outside world. Although it is nighttime, everything on the square is still clear and visible.
On the square, the crowd surged, rubbing shoulders with each other, countless people in strange costumes, some wearing ancient costumes, some wearing bamboo hats and raincoats, some wearing armor and boots, some dressed in suits and leather shoes, and even girls wearing revealing clothes. They engaged in conversations or hurriedly rushed, presenting a very lively scene.
Zhang Yang stared at those people in strange clothes, especially when he saw those girls who were barely dressed, his eyes almost popped out.
Although freedom is highly valued here, this is a bit too liberal.
But what makes Zhang Yang even more curious is that there are obviously more women here than men, and most of them are young and beautiful. I wonder what the reason is.
Around the square, there are towering buildings and cars flying and shuttling in the sky. Actually, Zhang Yang doesn't know what they are called, so let's just call them flying cars.
Looking at the endless stream of novel things, Zhang Yang's mind has turned into a mush.
Although he is still watching, his heart is refusing to understand.
Prior to this, he only searched for information related to cultivation online and did not have any knowledge about urban culture. Now he is stunned by what he sees.
In Zhangyang's imagination, the world of cultivation is mostly comprised of academies, families, sects, and empires, resembling ancient Chinese settings, unparalleled in any other world.
But here, it is truly a surreal society, with technological advancement estimated to be ahead of the outside world by more than a hundred years.
Just as Zhang Yang was spacing out, he suddenly felt something floating over his head.
He looked up and saw a group of densely packed oval-shaped flying objects, linked together, floating slowly in the air. One of them seemed to have noticed Zhang Yang staring at them and actually detached from the group, landing in front of Zhang Yang.
The cabin door opens automatically and there is no one inside. It seems to be a manned aircraft with a similar purpose to a flying car.
Zhang Yang is unsure if this thing is chargeable and hesitates about whether to get in or not.
Looking around, he found many people like him who had a flying machine in front of them and flew away.
Zhang Yang took another look at the flying machine, and indeed did not find any signs of charging. Without hesitation, he stepped inside.
The cabin door automatically closes, and the aircraft carrying Zhang Yang slowly takes off. It seems to be able to read the mind. Zhang Yang looks in a certain direction, and it can quickly respond and fly in that direction.
On the in-cabin screen, there is a map displayed with some descriptions and usage instructions written next to it.
This is a type of public transportation called FlyPod, similar to taxi services outside, except it doesn't require a driver at all. It is fully self-driving, and you can go wherever you want just by transmitting your thoughts.