Chapter 3

Obviously, no one would kneel and swear allegiance just because of Xue Mu's empty flattery. The young woman merely smiled faintly: "There's no need to trouble yourself with the development of the sect. Sir, you would be quite suitable as an accountant. Chan'er, arrange a carriage for the gentleman and give him some medicine for his injuries."

Xue Mu was speechless. It turned out that no one had treated his injuries before, no wonder he was still in pain all over. Now that they were willing to treat his injuries and arrange a carriage for him, whether it was to use him as an accountant or for something else, at least he was settled.

He was moved to a much more ordinary carriage, leaning against the side of the compartment, he let out a long sigh. The pressure in front of that young woman, whose eyes could kill, was indeed quite intense, while the current flat-chested girl of thirteen or fourteen looked much more relaxing.

Chan'er giggled and tossed over two bottles: "Use the white bottle for healing, just one pill. After taking it and sleeping, you'll be fine. The red bottle is to temporarily suppress the poison from spreading. Don't make us have to constantly use our powers to block the poison. Each pill is effective for twelve hours, remember to take one every day."

"Thank you." Xue Mu opened both bottles and swallowed one pill from each without a word. After all, it would be too easy for the other party to kill him, there was no need to tamper with the medicine. The two pills melted in his mouth instantly, and a cool sensation spread throughout his body, alleviating most of his intense pain. Xue Mu looked at the bottles in his hand with surprise, feeling that this world was a bit off... how could any medicine work so quickly, it was just not scientific at all.

Well... since the穿越 (穿越 means "穿越" in Chinese, which refers to the concept of being transported to another world or time, often used in the context of a person from the modern world being transported to a historical or fantasy setting) has already happened, talking about science was just self-contradictory. Xue Mu flashed what he thought was a very gentlemanly smile at the young girl: "I must thank you and your master for saving my life. My name is Xue Mu, may I ask for your name?"

The girl smiled: "Your self-assured smile looks quite annoying. By the way, I was thinking of gouging out your eyeballs. I wonder if you could still be an accountant if you were blind?"

Xue Mu's smile turned bitter: "...Of course not."

The girl propped her chin on her hand and sized up Xue Mu's face from top to bottom, as if observing a miracle: "You have a lot of guts. Not only did you look at me, but you also looked at my master... It's quite impressive that you're still alive and kicking."

Xue Mu finally understood why she wanted to gouge out his eyes. He said helplessly: "I didn't see anything. It was so dark, and I fell so suddenly. I'm not a god, I couldn't see anything at that moment."

"You saw the white parts, and that's enough for me to consider it as being seen."

"Can you be reasonable?"

"No." The girl smiled sweetly: "If you tell me your story, maybe I'll let you off."

Xue Mu, seeing her charming and cute smile, though her words were harsh, didn't seem to have any ill intent, laughed: "I was raised in a vat of poison since childhood. I don't know why I didn't die."

"There are a thousand sects and schools in the world, indeed beyond my knowledge." The girl sighed maturely, pointing at Xue Mu's short hair and his clothes: "But it's hard to associate a monk with poison. What sect does this strange robe represent?"

Xue Mu looked down at his clothes, his mouth twitching... This is a robe, not a monk's robe. He had been transported from his home, wearing only a white bathrobe. It was tragic, others who were transported at least had a wallet or a phone, which could be useful, but he had nothing.

No, he did have something... the bronze piece was clearly in his hand when he was transported, but it was confiscated by them?

Seeing his silence, the girl's expression turned somewhat mocking: "You look quite handsome... and there's nothing under the robe. I think you're a lecherous monk, maybe practicing some form of pleasure meditation?"

The girl didn't blush at all when she said such things, and Xue Mu thought to himself, "You're not a good person either..." He replied: "Because my devotion to Buddhism was not firm, I left the monkhood... I grew up in the mountains, and you are the first outsiders I've ever seen. I don't even know what dynasty it is now..."

"Then your strange appearance in mid-air, was it because you were struck by the Buddha?"

"You got it, Xiao Qiang."

"I'm not called Xiao Qiang, I'm Xiao Chan. Yue Xiaochan." The girl still smiled: "Don't try to pry information out of me. My name isn't a secret, unlike some people who don't tell the truth. The Great Zhou has been established for a thousand years, and there are still people who ask about the dynasty. And this robe is made of extremely luxurious fabric, you don't have to pretend to be from the mountains so falsely."

Xue Mu knew his story was completely unbelievable, but it seemed they weren't too serious about it. Maybe in this unscientific world, all kinds of unscientific things were common, and a sudden appearance in mid-air wasn't considered too strange. They also seemed to have a certain magic, not believing you but not getting angry, as if they thought it was normal for you to lie...

It was just that this girl, being young, still had a natural curiosity about the world, so she chatted with him out of curiosity, more to pass the time than to interrogate him. Her master, on the other hand, treated people like cattle, caring only if they could be used, and if not, they would be killed without hesitation.

And this Great Zhou... a thousand years seemed a bit exaggerated. Eight hundred years would be more plausible. But in the Zhou dynasty of eight hundred years ago, there probably weren't any monks... Xue Mu cautiously asked: "Spring and Autumn?"

Yue Xiaochan blinked: "What is Spring and Autumn? A season?"

Xue Mu was speechless. He realized he couldn't determine whether this world was completely different or just because this girl was illiterate. After thinking for a long time, he said: "It's a period... where many different schools of thought were in conflict."

Yue Xiaochan looked at him intently for a long time before saying: "If what you call Spring and Autumn is that... then it is the Spring and Autumn period now."

"..." Xue Mu was speechless. You're telling me that the Great Zhou has been around for a thousand years and it's still the Spring and Autumn period?

Yue Xiaochan casually said: "A thousand years of martial arts and a hundred schools of thought, isn't that what you call the Spring and Autumn period?"

Well, the so-called "hundred schools" are actually martial arts... Xue Mu finally confirmed that this was a completely different world. This Great Zhou was nothing like the one he knew, and the historical knowledge of that world should be completely discarded, otherwise, he would be in trouble.

Yue Xiaochan added: "I think you belong to some poison sect, but your cultivation method is incorrect. You haven't cultivated anything, but you have a strange poison in your body. However, there is one benefit: most people are too lazy to kill you, to avoid having to burn your body to prevent the spread of disease."

"..." Alright, even illiterates know about disease prevention...

Yue Xiaochan looked him up and down for a while, her curiosity finally satisfied, and she became a bit bored: "Let's go, it's boring."

As soon as she said this, she vanished without a trace, like a ghost.

Xue Mu looked at the empty carriage, "thud" and fell onto the bed. Only now did he relax his tense nerves and have the time to sort out his surroundings.

Although the girl's attitude was relatively good, always smiling and chatty, she finally showed her inherent disdain for the weak. It seemed that in the eyes of these women, martial power was the only standard, and everything else was secondary. Relying on talent to charm women was probably out of the question.

If this was a common attitude in this world, it was no wonder many predecessors who were transported here worked hard to cultivate. The feeling of being looked down upon was not pleasant. But cultivating... he was already twenty-seven, from a completely different culture, and starting now, how could he compete with these natives who had grown up in a cultivation environment? And he didn't have any special abilities...

Xue Mu looked at his palm. The cause of his transportation was being cut by a bronze piece, which must have an important connection to this world. He needed to get it back from these women, maybe it was a special ability?

Looking at his palm, Xue Mu suddenly sat up straight.

There was no cut on his palm, but instead, there was a strange pattern.

Xue Mu quickly got up, sat by the window, and examined it carefully in the sunlight. It was indeed a pattern, a green wave-like pattern, identical to the one on the bronze piece he had obtained, about the size of a fingernail, looking as if it had been tattooed.