Goodbye "The Nine Cauldrons", Hello "Panlong"

"The newly promoted Grandmaster 'Lone Wolf'..."

"SS-rank assassins 'Shiva' and 'Vishnu' perished together with 'Lone Wolf'..."

"What a pity, it's too late..." Zhang Ning looked at the latest news from the Dark World sent by his younger kin, letting out a long sigh.

"If only I had known decades ago that this was the Earth of 'The Nine Cauldrons' world, how wonderful that would have been." Zhang Ning looked at his own aged hands, feeling a sense of loss.

Zhang Ning was a transmigrator. In his previous life, he was a fan of a certain author who wrote about vegetables and fruits. Once, while reminiscing about one of the author's books, "Panlong," he felt moved to write a fan-fiction of the novel.

As it turned out, just after he created a new document and wrote a few lines, a wave of drowsiness washed over him. When he woke up again, he had arrived in this current world, which was then in the final years of its dynasty.

At the beginning, he was afraid, but he gradually thought about using his memories to spare this nation some setbacks.

However, life in troubled times was cheaper than he had imagined. When he was five years old, he was sold by the man who perhaps should have been called his 'father' to a foreigner for the price of three silver dollars.

Fortunately, the foreigner who bought him did not abuse or bully him; instead, he first let him and a group of other children who had been bought live well for a period of time.

After everyone had grown a bit sturdier, he had this group of children apprentice under many famous Internal Family Boxing masters to learn authentic martial arts.

As he gradually grew up, he learned that the foreigner who bought him was named Levi, who had originally come from the Great Eagle to do some business here. He had encountered some accidents while doing business, and luckily, he was saved by an Internal Family Boxing master passing by. Since then, he had been obsessed with 'Kung Fu,' but at that time, the various Internal Family Boxing masters were not very willing to accept a foreign disciple.

Unreconciled, Levi came up with a plan: he bought some children from his own country and chose to let these children apprentice, thinking that even if he couldn't learn it himself, he would feel much more at ease having people who could master martial arts to protect him.

Originally, the various Internal Family Boxing masters were also unwilling to accept these children, as they had been bought by a foreigner.

However, Levi's obsession made him willing to spend a large amount of money. Furthermore, the saying "literary arts for the poor, martial arts for the rich" was no empty phrase. Most of the masters Levi found were running martial arts schools for business, so eventually, someone opened the door and accepted the disciples.

Once there was one, there were two. Except for a very small number of martial arts schools with firm attitudes, the children all successfully apprenticed one after another.

Time flew by. These children learned their skills and traveled between countries with Levi. He did business, while the group protected his safety and handled some matters that were not suitable to be brought into the open.

Zhang Ning was naturally one of them. However, although he was grateful for Levi's kindness, after protecting him for more than a decade and using some memories from his previous life to help him earn some wealth, he felt he had repaid the debt. Finally, he resolutely bid farewell to Levi and returned to his own country.

But under the wheels of the era, the power of an individual was still too insignificant.

After returning home, Zhang Ning only hated that he hadn't studied this period of history carefully, and could only do his best to protect those few people in his memory.

In this process, perhaps because his life was constantly feeling threatened, his strength quickly broke through to 'Grandmaster.' Moreover, with the country in crisis, sectarian prejudices vanished, and he learned many once-secret techniques from many like-minded people, such as the "Tiger Form Divine Art," "Sitting on the Golden Throne"...

Everyone taught each other their signature skills, hoping only that those who survived in the end could help pass them on...

Time flew by, and a new nation was established under the sun.

Zhang Ning survived one era after another. Now he was 103 years old, and even his great-grandchildren had already started their own families.

Until receiving this news today, he knew what he had missed. "If I had known earlier that this was the world of 'The Nine Cauldrons,' I might have been able to try and find the 'Little Nine Cauldrons'."

"Xiantian, Void Realm, Hollow Void, Supreme Warrior... I really want to know what the scenery is like up there." Bathed in the sunlight, Zhang Ning was somewhat dazed, as if he had seen something.

"Grandpa..." "Great-grandpa..." The calls of the children seemed to ring in his ears suddenly.

So my time has come too... Zhang Ning seemed to understand something, and in an instant, his spirit fell into true stillness.

"Hoo~," Zhang Ning retracted his stance, ending his morning exercise for the day.

I remembered those past events again. Zhang Ning sighed in his heart. No, perhaps it would be more appropriate to call himself 'Jianing Dalut' now.

That's right. After the life of his previous existence came to an end, and after experiencing an unknown amount of silence, when Zhang Ning waited to wake up again, he had once again become an 'infant,' and his name in this life was 'Jianing Dalut.'

Since he was here, he would make the best of it. Having had the experience once, Jianing quickly accepted everything.

Drawing lessons from his previous life, as he grew slightly older and gradually learned to speak, he began to actively understand the world he was in and compare it with the information in his memory, hoping to find some familiar traces.

Moreover, fortunately, after becoming a Grandmaster in his previous life, his memory had improved significantly. After learning about the one-to-nine-level ranking system for warriors and mages in the world he was currently in, and the extremely conspicuous titles of Saint Domain Warrior and Saint Domain Magic, plus the most important thing—that becoming a Saint Domain powerhouse could grant the ability of eternal life—it immediately reminded him of the end of his second life.

"Panlong," this must be the Panlong World...

In that instant, even with his temperament, he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. After all, that was eternal life within reach; the eternal life that so many had sought but could not obtain seemed to be right before his eyes.

In this life, the nation Jianing lived in was called the Korur Empire, which shared the Bana Continent under their feet with the Dinar Empire to the south.

And the Dalut Family where Jianing resided was a Duke family of the Korur Empire. His ancestor, Duke Darut, was a powerful warrior who had carved out the territory of the Korur Empire together with the God of War Corul—to be precise, an extremely powerful Saint Domain Warrior.

At that time, the war situation was intense, and by the later stages, everyone had suffered heavy losses. But unexpectedly, just at this moment, the God of War Corul and the God of Thunder Dinar both became gods. The two joined hands to end the war in one stroke, and both sides divided the continent equally. As a Saint Domain who followed the God of War, Dalut was also enfeoffed as a Duke after this great battle and had his own territory.

After the war, the Korur Empire established its capital, Corul City, in the center of the empire, and the various enfeoffed nobles were also assigned to their respective territories to build their own cities and domains. The Bana Continent began to recuperate.

It stood to reason that after fighting for so long, as the victors of the war, it was time to enjoy life. However, as Duke Darut, who had truly witnessed the divine power of the gods, he would often appear in the early stages of the establishment of the main territory city, 'Dalut City,' but after the territory stabilized, he remained in a state of seclusion for a long time. Ordinary people could not see this legendary figure of the Dalut Territory.

Now, the Korur Empire had been established for over 1,500 years. The title of Duke Darut naturally remained unchanged; it was still that legendary warrior, Duke Darut. However, his descendants continued to multiply and were constantly enfeoffed within his territory as Counts, Viscounts...

It could be said that by now, nearly half of the population of the entire Duke Darut's Territory could be said to have the bloodline of the first-generation Duke Darut, and that was even accounting for population mobility.

And under such bloodline coverage, the popularity of warriors in the entire Dalut Territory was extremely high, and the popularity of Battle Qi manuals did not have the scarcity that the Yulan Continent where Linley lived in Jianing's memory had.

At the very least, in the household of Jianing, who still held the title of Baron, there was still a certain number of Battle Qi manuals.