China's Cultivator World

"Most people use Flying Sword."

Zhao Youde explained.

"Flying Broomstick are practically nonexistent. After all, the posture of sitting on a broom is hard for many people to accept, especially for men."

There are also some Flying Carpet, but because Flying Carpet relatively slowly, they are mostly used when families go on outings together.

Bell nodded in agreement. He didn't like riding Flying Broomstick either.

Although he knew the Flying Broomstick was Curses and that riding it wouldn't actually be uncomfortable, he just couldn't accept it emotionally. So, aside from Flying Class at school, he almost never chose to fly on the Flying Broomstick.

"Speaking of which, Brother Youde, I've always heard that the China Magical World —no, the Cultivator World— is extremely xenophobic, but... I mean, I haven't sensed that kind of... tendency in you?"

Bell carefully chose his words before asking his question.

Having been a China in his previous life, he was very curious about the situation in China in this life as well. However, even after searching through all the books in his house, he only found some fragments of information.

"Hey, that's all Old Almanac. Nowadays, apart from a few Reclusive Cultivator who don't care about worldly affairs, most people are actually quite curious about what's happening in other countries."

"Then why are there so few exchanges between the Western Magical World and the China Cultivator World?"

Bell had been curious about this for a long time.

"To be honest, I'm not very knowledgeable about the specifics. Let me just tell you what I learned from the textbooks when I was at the Academy."

Upon hearing this, Bell turned to the side and looked at Zhao Youde expectantly.

"In our country, since ancient times, Cultivator have had close ties with various dynasties. Some powerful predecessors were even appointed by the emperor as ' Imperial Tutor ' or similar titles."

Oh, by the way, back then, people like us were generally called "Daoists." Later, as more and more people were unwilling to live that kind of secluded life deep in the mountains, the term gradually changed to "Cultivator."

I've heard that Cultivator in Europe, you call them "wizards"? They're often hunted down by "those Spirit-Rootless Person," which are just ordinary people. There was even a massive Witch Hunt in Europe during the Middle Ages?

In short, due to different circumstances, it seems that since a long time ago, the overall strength of the China Cultivator World has far surpassed that of the outside world.

Therefore, ancient Cultivator looked down on foreigners, whom they called "Barbarians" at that time.

Furthermore, fearing that the hatred of wizards held by ordinary foreigners might spread to the Central Plains, the Cultivator voluntarily severed their contact with the outside world.

Later, your country came up with some kind of "Statute of Secrecy," which prohibited wizards from contacting ordinary people. But in China, there's still a lot of contact between Cultivator and those Spirit-Rootless Person, especially in cooperation with the government.

Therefore, it is said that those wizards, in order to prevent their existence from being exposed, also actively cut off information from China.

From that point on, all communication between the two sides was completely severed.

Bell nodded thoughtfully.

Simply put, the different attitudes of Muggle towards wizards led to vastly different circumstances for wizards in the two places, creating a chasm that separated the two worlds.

"Brother Youde, you just said that China Cultivator have a lot of contact with those Spirit-Rootless Person? How exactly do they come into contact?"

"Bell asked."

"There are many more. Many of the Daoist priests in those Taoist Temple are Cultivator who often help wealthy people solve their problems."

In addition, some Cultivator also hold positions in government departments for those Spirit-Rootless Person.

Then there are the fortune tellers on the roadside and the village shamans. The most bizarre thing is that there are also Cultivator who go to the markets for those Spirit-Rootless Person to set up stalls and sell cultivation manuals.

However, it is strictly forbidden to sell magical artifacts to those Spirit-Rootless Person.

It is said that this custom of selling secret manuals originated several decades ago. At that time, a Cultivator with a perverse sense of humor sold a manual called "Buddha's Palm" to a child.

As it turned out, the child possessed spiritual roots and somehow managed to master the secret manual. I heard that he later even became a grandmaster.

"..."

Why does Bell give me this strange sense of déjà vu? Could there have been a powerful figure called "Fire Cloud Evil God" back then?

The Flying Car was very fast, and although Zhao Youde was a novice among novices, he still managed to get the Bell family to the hotel in no time.

"Then you should rest first. I'll come back tomorrow morning. What time?"

After settling the Bell family in, Zhao Youde wisely prepared to leave immediately.

"Tomorrow morning at 8 o'clock."

Bell said.

"Okay!"

Watching Zhao Youde go downstairs, William finally had a chance to speak.

"Bell, what did you talk about with that person on the way? Seriously, the China Cultivator Alliance is going too far! They actually sent someone who can't speak English to receive us. Are they trying to provoke us!?"

William had been holding back his dissatisfaction the whole way. If his son hadn't spoken Mandarin, he would have turned around and left with his family!

"We talked about the situation of the China Cultivator World."

Bell said calmly.

Actually, he wasn't surprised that Zhao Youde couldn't speak English.

A glance at Hogwarts ' curriculum reveals that wizards have virtually no concept of learning foreign languages. Only some staff members of the Department of International Magical Cooperation would specifically learn a foreign language for work purposes.

Therefore, it's understandable that in the China Cultivator World, where communication with the outside world is almost zero, you can't find a single Cultivator who can speak English.

"Don't be angry, Dad. Anyway, the result was pretty good, wasn't it? Get some rest, you'll be busy tomorrow."

It was already quite late. Bell glanced at his sister, who was rubbing her eyes sleepily, and then found a bedroom and settled Shanna in there.

"Okay then, goodnight."

Considering the enormous market in China, William decided to overlook some minor flaws.

Goodnight, Mom and Dad.

Goodnight, Bell.

Standing by the bedroom window, Bell gazed silently at the city in the darkness.

The Cultivator Alliance arranged for them to stay in a hotel located in the heart of the capital city of China, which was considered the most prosperous area in the entire China. However, the capital of China at that time was far from being as prosperous as it would become later.

There were no bright lights or bustling crowds; the city was shrouded in darkness late at night. Even with Bell's eyesight, he could only vaguely make out a few not-so-tall buildings in the distance.

Standing on this land once again, Bell was filled with emotion, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what he was feeling.

Familiar? But this is not his former homeland.

Nostalgia? As mentioned before, he had no lingering attachment to his past life.

In the end, Bell could only sigh and lament once again how complex the human mind truly is; just figuring out one's own thoughts might take a lifetime of contemplation.