Every Situation Was Different

"Xiao Huo, you didn't even wait for me!"

When Huo Qubing's image reappeared, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but complain as he got closer.

"Master, I thought you figured things out twice and then ran away!"

"Huh?"

"Aren't you a fast learner?"

Huo Qubing felt that Zhang Xuezhou had run away first, after all, he was just a child and couldn't possibly be more capable than Zhang Xuezhou.

This simplistic understanding is something Zhang Xuezhou finds difficult to criticize.

"How did you get out?" Zhang Xuezhou had no choice but to ask.

"I just followed the lines and got out. If I hadn't been a little dizzy from wandering around in so many random circles, I would have gotten out even faster!"

Huo Qubing responded, and Zhang Xuezhou felt a slight pain in his liver.

If it weren't for the dragonfish's ability to transform into countless forms, and his own good fortune amidst rising luck, Zhang Xuezhou might have truly lost his way.

Hearing Huo Qubing speak so casually, Zhang Xuezhou found it hard to find a reason to complain.

"What did you get?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"I don't know what I got, but the monster patted my head, then a Human Dynasty my forehead, and then an old man with a sword demonstrated his swordsmanship to me!"

What swordsmanship?

"I don't know anything about swordsmanship. It looked pretty cool while I was watching, but I don't remember it afterward!"

"That's it!"

Zhang Xuezhou sighed. He urged Huo Qubing to lead him there again, but Huo Qubing could see that it was difficult to guide him in, while Zhang Xuezhou was just wandering around on the periphery, unable to touch him.

"Could it be because I used a false name, or perhaps my time travel brought about some special influence... It's all that crazy snake-man's fault, he's ruined my fortuitous opportunity!"

Zhang Xuezhou and Huo Qubing wandered around this space of magic, seemingly making quite a commotion as they went back and forth, but the special nature of the space of magic made their movements inconspicuous.

Unable to find his own way in, Zhang Xuezhou could only suggest that Huo Qubing try to recruit others to see if they had the corresponding fortuitous opportunity to enter different numbers.

"Uncle, where are you? What kind of monster have you turned into?"

Huo Qubing shouted and wandered towards all sorts of strange and unusual creatures with magical forms.

"Why is it that our generation is full of ugly and deformed people!"

Thinking about the humanoid forms he had seen in the golden torrent, and pondering the forms of Ying Fusu and the Emperor Qin, Zhang Xuezhou felt that each generation was worse than the last, and that their generation had evolved into a demonic form.

This is somewhat like the ferocious form of Gene Sequence, which is also difficult for people to adapt to.

If you get close to the group of people who have just developed their new forms of movement techniques, you can hear their panicked cries as they struggle to adapt to their new bodies.

The new emperor, head held high, seemed oblivious to his surroundings, chanting incessantly, while the many newly formed forms of the crowd struggled to coordinate their movements.

Huo Qubing struggled for a while, and a four-legged, long-tailed, dragon-like creature approached.

"Master, look at my uncle! He's turned into a four-legged lizard! He can't even speak, and he crawls around like a tumbler!"

Huo Qubing yelled and shouted at Zhang Xuezhou again.

Wei Qing was clearly not used to the body movement form, and his opponent's body movement was somewhat clumsy, while he was trying to adjust his own form.

After doing four somersaults, Wei Qing was finally pulled to the vicinity of the number five where Zhang Xuezhou was located.

"My uncle can't speak," Huo Qubing muttered.

"You recognized me even though I can't speak?" Zhang Xuezhou asked in surprise.

"My uncle has a terrible temper; he likes to keep quiet. Among all these monsters, only my uncle is quiet and unassuming. He must be my uncle!"

Huo Qubing flapped his wings and wandered around, then inquired about Zhang Xuezhou's affairs.

When Zhang Xuezhou gestured for Wei Qing to try his luck, Huo Qubing reluctantly pushed and pulled Wei Qing over.

Wei Qing's figure flashed, then reappeared.

"They really went in?"

Zhang Xuezhou somewhat regretted not using his real name. He felt that this might be the reason he couldn't get in.

"Hey, look, my uncle got in! Next place, next place!"

Huo Qubing called out and then pushed the immobile Wei Qing to another location.

Time seemed to lose its power here; what was a long experience for Zhang Xuezhou and others was merely a fleeting glimpse for Wei Qing.

If you're not nearby, or if your perception is poor, it's even difficult to detect this change.

"Next place!"

"Uncle, how are you feeling? Did you learn any sword techniques? I saw someone practicing with a sword!"

Huo Qubing dragged Wei Qing through three digital areas.

When they tried to pull Wei Qing into other numbers, Wei Qing's body began to struggle.

"Your Majesty is holding a grand ceremony, and you are... you are here... your spirits are leaving your bodies and causing trouble... what are you doing... what did you find to hit me with!"

Perhaps because his physical abilities were inferior to Huo Qubing's, Wei Qing was in a great hurry and stammered as he tried to explain himself.

"What do you mean, 'hit you'? We'll find you fortuitous opportunity, an excellent fortuitous opportunity," Huo Qubing said.

"I... I was beaten three times, and it hurt more than when my second brother whipped me!"

Wei Qing was extremely anxious. He was usually not one to express himself and did not hold grudges, but Wei Qing could not bear being beaten repeatedly.

His physique appeared unchanged, but each time he was subjected to a brutal beating.

This beating hurt deep in his soul and also stirred up memories he had forgotten from his youth.

Wei Qing refused to be harmed again, twisting his body in struggle and resisting, and told Huo Qubing not to do such things again.

"No one attacked us; they were very polite to us. The expert felt it was beneficial, and I feel it was beneficial too!"

Huo Qubing found it difficult to understand Wei Qing's situation, but this time he at least didn't forcibly pull Wei Qing away.

"I get no benefit from it!"

Wei Qing gasped for breath, trying to touch the painful spots on his body, but he couldn't use his little paws and tail, so he could only roll over several times.

"You can talk now, and you still say there's no benefit?" Huo Qubing retorted.

"If... if you were the one getting beaten up repeatedly, you... you'd at least know how to talk when you're desperate!"

Wei Qing replied irritably, then rolled over several times before tilting his head back towards the new emperor, hoping that the emperor would end the sacrificial ceremony soon, otherwise he would have no idea what other messy and harmful things Huo Qubing was up to.

"Brother Wei, did you see anything?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"I don't know. I just felt dizzy and disoriented, like I was tied up in a sack, and then they started beating me mercilessly. They didn't leave until they beat me to death. Before I could even settle down after struggling free, the sick child pushed me into another sack and beat me again!"

Wei Qing recounted his terrible experiences.

His terrible experience was not unusual. Wei Qing did not have the special vision of Huo Qubing, nor the resourcefulness of Zhang Xuezhou, so everything he saw was likely to be dark and indistinct.

The impact of the golden torrent was like a wave to Zhang Xuezhou, but for Wei Qing it was like countless rolling rocks, a feeling akin to being beaten countless times.

"What a pity!"

He glanced at the new emperor who was maintaining the sacrificial altars and the Fengshan ceremony, and felt that the new emperor was capable of gaining some benefits.

But all of this may disappear as soon as the new emperor stops the sacrifices.

Zhang Xuezhou sighed, feeling that things were unlikely to be resolved satisfactorily.

Those with ability can't come, or can't get in; those without ability get in but don't get any benefits.

The fall of the Qin Dynasty led to a gap in knowledge, and the ritual that helped the Taishan Mountain propel the formation of the magic was not adequately understood. The participants were essentially groping in the dark.

The absence of a continuation or inheritance of the past may well mark the beginning of a new order.

Zhang Xuezhou's initial thought was one of regret, but he later turned his mind to the positive, feeling that those skilled in manipulation over thousands of years had all met with untimely ends. The old traditions were not necessarily good, and the new was not necessarily bad. Breaking with the old and embracing the new might bring about a new landscape.