This World Was Toxic

While Old Li and Feng Xue were chatting, the inn was surrounded by soldiers. The soldiers' clothing looked significantly different from the yamen runners in period dramas. Although they weren't wearing armor, their clothing style was clearly more suited to practical combat and movement than to ceremonial uniforms.

The soldiers held the crossbows, each already cocked, in their hands, and they clearly displayed a certain level of precision, indicating that they were designed for multi-stage firing.

Feng Xue turned her head and looked back, only to find that all the waiters in the shop had disappeared at some point, and only a few customers were eating. They were obviously unaware that a group of soldiers had arrived outside.

Needless to say, the waiter must have called the police.

"Is this world poisonous?" Old Li had traveled all over the country for many years, and this was the first time he had seen such a sensitive government. Feng Xue, on the other hand, was not surprised to be arrested on her first "outing" trip. She even wondered if she should go to Longchang in this world to seek enlightenment.

Although both of them were bewildered by the current situation, they did not show any fear. Feng Xue was no longer the novice she once was, and Old Li, as a veteran, must still have many trump cards up his sleeve, even if his strength had declined.

The two leisurely ate their food. After about ten minutes, seemingly growing impatient, a man dressed casually and appearing to be in his thirties or forties walked into the inn.

He carried no weapons, his temples were bulging, and his knuckles were flattened. Upon closer inspection, one could also see a barely perceptible gap between his robes and his body, clearly a sign that he had pushed his internal energy to its limit from the outside in.

"This person is very vigilant." Observing the man's walking posture, Feng Xue secretly made a decision and took the initiative to strike up a conversation:

Who are you?

"We serve in the Demon Eradication Department of Qingyuan County, Sizhou Prefecture. May I ask your identities?"

The man clasped his hands in a fist salute, but only mentioned his identity, not his name. Upon hearing this, Feng Xue merely raised her eyebrows and said:

"I'm just a wandering swordsman passing through this blessed land. I don't know why I've attracted such a commotion?"

Upon hearing Feng Xue's words, the man's expression turned strange. It wasn't a feeling of tension or seriousness, but rather an angry urge that seemed to say, "Do you think I'm a fool?"

However, being a public official, he was quite knowledgeable and didn't press further, simply saying:

"Since you two don't want to talk about it, I won't ask any further. However, since you're unwilling to show your Travel Permit, this routine check still needs to be done."

Upon hearing this, Feng Xue glanced at Old Li, Old Li nodded slightly and said:

"When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Since this is a local regulation, we are naturally willing to abide by it. May I ask if we should go to the county government office, or is it here?"

As soon as she said this, the man's expression became increasingly strange. Feng Xue immediately realized that this regulation was probably not "local," but rather a rule applicable throughout the entire state and even the whole country.

However, the reason for the man's expression was far simpler than he imagined, because—

"Of course, we should go to the Medical Hall."

Half an hour later, the Demon Eradication Department chief looked at the physician before him and asked, "What was the result?"

"Reporting to Your Excellency, neither of them had any tattoos, their skin tone was uniform, and there were no traces of dye; the back of their heads was smooth and without scars, showing no signs of Soul Parasite; their eyes were clear, and there were no Evil Spot..."

The physician announced a series of test results, and the attendant relaxed slightly, saying:

"So, these two aren't members of the Demonic Cult Demonic Person?"

"It can only be said that they do not conform to the characteristics of any known type of Demonic Cult Demonic Person." The physician cautiously revised his statement, then added:

"Neither of them showed any signs of External Martial Arts training, but their qi and blood were vigorous, their pulses were strong, and their Root Bone was good, but..."

"Just what?" The enshrined monk's relaxed nerves tensed up again, but the physician asked unhurriedly:

"The younger one is alright; his internal Internal Force is balanced and harmonious, already at the Transcendence Realm. Even if he's not a Grandmaster, he's not far off. But the other one, although his Internal Force is also somewhat developed, it's just ordinary Breathing Technique exercises, clearly different from his displayed cultivation level. I suspect..."

"Just say it."

"I suspect that the method he primarily cultivates is Psychic Power."

"!!!" Upon hearing the physician's words, the temple attendant's expression immediately turned strange, as if someone on the street had seen a guy with a money-tail and was asking everyone he met, "Is the Qing Dynasty over?"

"Are there still people in this world who dare to cultivate Psychic Power?"

Words of disbelief emanated from the priest's mouth, and the physician, deeply moved, remarked:

"Who can argue with that? The methods they practice are quite different from the mainstream methods of today, and they seem to emphasize intention over strength. In a way, they are somewhat similar to the 'Xuanxin Pavilion' lineage, which was destroyed two hundred years ago."

"You mean, these two might be heirs of a reclusive sect?" The enshrined monk felt as if he were witnessing history. Although such things weren't entirely unheard of, they were definitely extremely rare events.

"At least I can't think of any other possibility—even a Demonic Cult Demonic Person wouldn't be foolish enough to make such a crude disguise."

After the physician finished speaking, he realized that his words had been somewhat absolute, and immediately added:

"Of course, it's also possible that they're deliberately taking advantage of this mentality."

"Oh?" Feng Xue had just undergone a full-body medical checkup, suddenly changed her expression while holding a cup of tea. She turned to look at Old Li and found him looking at her as well. After a brief silence, Old Li spoke first:

What Tag do you embody?

"[Hidden Sect Disciple Entering the World]." Feng Xue made no attempt to conceal it, and Old Li nodded in agreement.

Me too.

"Looks like I've passed this hurdle." Feng Xue shook her head helplessly and gently tugged at her collar.

"Speaking of which, why do they check the back of the head during physical exams here?"

"They're probably checking for traces of some martial arts techniques? Some martial arts can cause physical deformities, like a protruding back of the head or elbows bending backwards. Maybe there are similar evil techniques in this world?"

Based on his experience, Old Li made a deduction. Feng Xue thought of a certain character in a novel with a sunken forehead and couldn't help but nod. Just as he was about to say something more, the Room Door was suddenly pushed open, and the previous worshipper walked in, accompanied by two officials who looked like clerical staff.

"Although I don't know where you two come from, since you've passed the medical examination, I won't inquire further. As for your Travel Permit, I can arrange for them to be reissued. However, the world is not what it used to be, so please leave Qingyuan as soon as possible."

Offering sacrifices was undoubtedly a way of asking them to leave, but the gesture was already quite clear. Feng Xue glanced at Old Li, and seeing that he didn't speak, she could only nod and say:

"Then I'll have to trouble you, sir."

Weird Tale don't need to consider the strength of the world, because Weird Tale perception, and different people have different perceptions.

Bai Cinan and Ke Zhen'e consider strong individuals to be "strong," but their Tag cannot be generalized. Therefore, as long as they can establish a foothold in the early stages, their world ranking is not actually that important (relatively speaking).

P. S.: There are always some people who misunderstand modern saturation bombardment.

The protagonist has the ability to Arrow Protection projectiles and missiles, allowing him to sense their approach in advance, but he still can't dodge them!

The data in this book is quite realistic. There won't be bizarre situations where a force of tens of tons can break the sound barrier or a force of hundreds of tons can shatter the void. The protagonist's current speed is about the same as that of a family car. He dodges bullets by relying on distance and perception. Thinking that he can escape the kill range of a group of artillery shells is a bit of a stretch.