Chapter 112 I'll Take You on a Live Broadcast of the Establishment of Diplomatic Relations Between the Two Worlds of Immortal Cultivation... (From Live Broadcast to Transmigration)

The teacher was thinking more deeply than the students. While the other children were still excited about the magical event that Si Qi had encountered, the teacher's first thought was the consequences of Si Qi's sudden teleportation. Her voice was extremely serious: "Don't say any more, call the police right now!"

Si Qi instinctively reached for his phone, but then became even more dumbfounded: "I... I didn't bring my phone..."

Before the teacher could finish the sentence, "So how are you watching...", her pupils constricted as she noticed something: "Why is your live stream view from the sky?!"

Is someone in the sky pointing a phone at Si Qi?!

Si Qi looked around at the sky in a daze: "Huh?"

He quickly realized what was happening and exclaimed in shock, "I didn't have my phone with me, and I didn't have my computer on. How did you manage to communicate with me?"

He seemed to only notice this at that moment, and said incredulously, "There is clearly no screen in front of me, but I can still see you and hear you talking."

The students, already excited and shocked, became even more agitated, exclaiming "Holy crap!", "Awesome!", and "Has Si Qi awakened superpowers?"

The teacher felt a chill run down her spine, her fists clenched tightly, trying to control her emotions and reassure Si Qi: "Don't be afraid, don't panic, I'll call the police for you right away."

As for the ongoing live stream, and the scene that Si Qi can see in front of him...

Whatever it is! Nothing is more important than the safety of her students!!

Because the teacher turned on the video in the school office, she explained the situation to the principal before calling the police.

The principal knew all the outstanding students in the school. Upon hearing Si Qi's name and hearing that Si Qi had suddenly teleported away (or disappeared?), he immediately took out his phone and called the police.

The result was that in the short time it took for the principal to press the alarm button on his phone, a teacher standing next to the principal suddenly let out a sharp, explosive sound that could have blown the ceiling off.

The principal looked over in bewilderment, only to see the teacher shouting at the top of his lungs, "Si Qi!!! Run—!!!!"

Then came the tense roar of dozens of students: "Si Qi, run! There's a tiger!!!"

"Aaaaaaah, no!!"

"Waaaaah, someone please save him! Please save him!!!"

The loud voices of dozens of people made the principal turn pale. Meanwhile, the police officers on the other side, who had also heard the screams, spoke rapidly: "Need rescue? Tell me the location!"

The principal quickly leaned toward the screen: "Ah, this, is it probably a hillside?"

She really didn't know where Si Qi had suddenly run off to! As soon as the teacher came over, she told her that Si Qi had suddenly teleported and that there might be criminals hiding in the trees secretly filming Si Qi's live stream. She was completely confused!

She could only try to repeat what she had said to the police. The police operator paused for a second, then, controlling his emotions, said, "Don't joke with me! Tell me the student's exact location!"

The principal's eyes reddened as he watched the scene on the screen of Si Qi being chased by a tiger. His tone was filled with a fierce rage, though it was unclear who he was addressing: "I really didn't know. My student was in danger. I'm not lying!"

Operator: "Provide me with that live stream footage."

Holding her tablet, the teacher sobbed as she quickly recited the website platform and live stream room number for the live conference room.

The police acted quickly, finding the corresponding website in no time, and then the same crying and screaming came from the other end of the phone as on the tablet.

The scene of the boy being chased by a tiger is particularly terrifying. The operator speaks very quickly: "I will ask an expert to analyze the location right now. Keep the call going and I will contact you at any time."

"Okay, okay!" the principal replied repeatedly, clutching the tablet with a flustered expression, fearing that Si Qi would be pounced on by a tiger and die on the spot.

What... what's going on?!

What's even more infuriating is that even with Si Qi in this state, the guy who was secretly filming him still had the mind to do a live stream and didn't even go down to save him!

The principal couldn't help but yell at the person who was taking the photos, but the person was heartless and didn't react at all. She could only turn to the teacher and ask, "Have you contacted Si Qi's relatives?"

The teacher, with tears streaming down her face, covered the microphone on the tablet and whispered, "Si Qi's parents are gone, he only has his uncle and aunt, and those two are no good."

The principal, recalling the dispute over the Si Qi Scholarship from a long time ago, smacked his head in exasperation.

Why is it always this child who is unlucky?

Besides... no matter how you look at it, the tiger should win, right?

By the time the police find Si Qi's whereabouts, and then go to locate him, it will probably be too late...

The principal couldn't bear to think about it any longer. Deep down, he was already certain that Si Qi would probably die this time.

"Damn it..." the principal cursed under his breath. Before he could finish, a scream came from the online conference room. A student shouted, "Si Qi! Si Qi! Si Qi! There's someone ahead! There's someone ahead! Go get help!"

The other students looked over when they heard the noise and saw someone there. They quickly called out, "Si Qi up ahead! Up ahead!"

Fortunately, the person who suddenly appeared in the scene, upon discovering that Si Qi was being chased by a tiger, did not turn and run as one would normally would. Instead, he paused in his ascent up the mountain, then immediately dropped the basket he was carrying on his back, picked up the knife he used for chopping wood, and charged towards Si Qi, shouting as he ran: "&*&*……%……!"

It was a language we couldn't understand at all, but his actions made it clear he was about to save someone. The students wept with joy: "That's wonderful..."

The stranger's shouts attracted the attention of other people scattered throughout the nearby mountains and forests. Everyone was very helpful and rushed over as soon as they heard the sound. They were all carrying weapons and looked fierce and intimidating.

However, they treated Si Qi very well. A woman held Si Qi's thin, fair wrist and mumbled something indistinctly before pulling Si Qi away from the battlefield.

The students breathed a sigh of relief and said excitedly, "Thank goodness, there are good people all around us. They even dared to attack the tiger."

"But what is this auntie saying? I don't understand. Is it not our local dialect?"

"No. I know quite a few dialects, but none of them match."

"It should be a foreign language? But why did Si Qi suddenly go abroad?"

"Their language doesn't even look like theirs. Look at their skin color and hair color, aren't they just like us Chinese?"

"But these people have such rough skin, their clothes are weird, and they're so thin..."

In the modern world, it's rare to see people who are thin, dressed in coarse linen, and whose skin is as rough as old tree bark.

The students were horrified and imagined: "Could Si Qi have been trafficked to some human traffickers in the mountains? The people there live in poverty, which is why they are so hungry and cold, and have been tortured like this!!"

Oh no no no no—Save Si Qi!

The police officers who happened to enter the live broadcast room: "…………"

These students are quite good at making connections.

What kind of human trafficker would be so brave and skilled as to face a tiger head-on for the sake of their trafficked victims?

And that's not the point. They frowned as they looked at the "animal" that at first glance looked like a tiger, but in reality, its facial features, fur, and body details were very different from those of a tiger.

"This species has never been seen before..."

As soon as he finished speaking, in the live broadcast camera that somehow had a panoramic view of the entire battlefield, "Tiger" roared and spat out a ball of fire at least one meter long in front of everyone.

A clump...

fire? ? !

The police officers were dumbfounded, the students immediately fell silent, and everyone wondered if there was something wrong with their eyes.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

"What is that?!"

The students who realized what was happening jumped for joy, while the police officers who were carefully analyzing the location in the video were momentarily stunned, wondering if they were watching some special effects blockbuster, or if these people were working together to fool them.

But soon, an even more shocking scene unfolded. The man who had first dropped his basket and rushed to save Si Qi let out a roar of "Hah!" and swung his wood-chopping knife down, unleashing a wind blade visible to the naked eye. Half of it struck the "tiger's" back, tearing open a bloody wound, while the other half struck the ground several meters away, cracking the earth and sending countless tiny pebbles flying.

The students gasped in shock.

The police officer's brow twitched, and he couldn't help but say to his colleague, "Is this really not a false report?"

My colleague frowned as he looked at the documents and said, "It was the principal of XX Experimental Middle School who personally reported the case. Every student there is a top student, with a whole bunch of potential students for Tsinghua and Peking Universities..."

With the college entrance exam just months away, at such an important time, they must be crazy to make a false police report.

Someone pulled up Si Qi's file, which listed in black and white all the awards he had received over the years. The prestige and brilliance of those awards practically screamed "the chosen one of heaven" on his face.

No matter how you look at it, this kind of person wouldn't make such a low-IQ joke and ruin their own future.

The police officers took a deep breath, their faces serious as they tried to analyze the situation at the scene, attempting to determine Si Qi's location by examining details such as the surrounding terrain, the characteristics of the people, their language, and the distribution of vegetation.

Some people even used the live stream replay function to watch the scene of Si Qi's last second before disappearing over and over again, and the more they watched, the more their scalp tingled.

—Where is there room for using special effects in the video replay function of this kind of live streaming platform?

Moreover, this live streaming platform is well-known nationwide, so there was absolutely no need for them to cooperate with a few students to fool the police and create such a feature.

Someone contacted the platform to inquire about the situation, hoping to find out the location of the person who took the photos through Si Qi's network IP address.

Some people, based on the screen recording of the few minutes before Si Qi disappeared, saw Si Qi being severely scolded by his uncle, and suspected that Si Qi's uncle might have been responsible for the incident.

Judging from the distance between the two, the middle-aged man, who was in the same room, clearly had the best chance of making a move.

Moreover, Si Qi is an orphan with nearly a million yuan in inheritance and a property worth more than three million yuan at a young age... This is clearly a motive for murder for money.

In addition, information provided by the teacher in the live stream revealed that Si Qi's relationship with his uncle and aunt had always been terrible. The couple not only tried to extort money from Si Qi, but also repeatedly asked him to transfer the property to them after he was admitted to university, in order to repay their so-called "nurturing grace."

The level of suspicion has increased again.

The police immediately summoned the couple and asked them to come to the police station for questioning.

The couple arrived looking flustered, their slightly evasive expressions seeming to say, "We may want our nephew's property, but that's not illegal," their guilty conscience written all over their faces.

They interrogated the couple about Si Qi's whereabouts. The couple's initial reaction was bewilderment, followed by an overwhelming joy that they couldn't completely hide, even as they tried to conceal it: "Ah? Si Qi is missing? Really?"

Wouldn't Si Qi's house and the money in his bank account then belong to them?

The police were furious and slammed their fist on the table: "Tell me! Where did you take Si Qi?"

They've even brought out a "tiger" (a derogatory term for a dangerous person). If we don't rescue Si Qi soon, who knows what these two heartless bastards might do to him?

The couple trembled as they sat in the interrogation room: "I...I didn't kidnap anyone!"

They might want to, but Si Qi is almost an adult; he's not so easy to kidnap.

After they're tied up, won't Si Qi's neighbors, friends, classmates, and the police come looking for them?

Besides, Si Qi is a shrewd guy! From childhood to adulthood, he's always told everyone the smallest things, leaving them no chance to even lay a finger on him...

They were quite annoyed!

Seeing their reaction, the police knew they must harbor great resentment towards Si Qi, and intensified their interrogation: "Quickly confess to me honestly!"

"If anything happens to Si Qi, neither of you will escape!"

The couple were on the verge of tears: "I really didn't know..."

One of them was cooking in the kitchen, and the other was lying in the living room watching TV. Little did they know that Si Qi could disappear from his room without any problems.

Moreover, it would have been better if he had disappeared sooner or later, but he just happened to disappear while he was live streaming, which made a group of people immediately realize that something was wrong with Si Qi and suspect them of doing it. How wronged they are!

What if the timing had been slightly off? If Si Qi had disappeared and no one had noticed, they would have been overjoyed and would have waited for Si Qi to be bitten to death by that tiger so as not to call the police and cause trouble for themselves.

Now, they don't even know if Si Qi is in trouble, but they're the ones who are suffering the most.

...

At the other end of the police station, officers were still watching the live broadcast on their screens.

It was a fantasy blockbuster, like a martial arts movie. Although the only participants were a fire-breathing tiger and some thin, not-so-attractive middle-aged and elderly mountain people, the scene was still so tense and exciting that everyone present was on tenterhooks and their adrenaline was soaring.

Especially those unassuming mountain folk, each one of them seemed like a legendary martial arts master, and they even knew some kind of qigong that could strike a cow across a mountain, and could jump one or two meters high with a light leap.

The ferocious tiger was eventually worn down to death by the combined efforts of this group of people, and the participants only paid the price of a broken arm and a scratch on the chest.

But no one was annoyed or resentful. Instead, they turned to Si Qi, who was hiding far away and hadn't even come to help, and grinned at him, revealing their yellow, rotten teeth and mumbling something unintelligible.

Si Qi gestured wildly: "I...don't...understand..."

The mountain dweller opposite him blinked, seemingly understanding Si Qi's meaning, and mumbled incoherently, "*……%￥*".

Si Qi: "...Mmm."

Having the original owner's memories, Si Qi actually knew what these people were talking about.

They asked Si Qi, "Are you alright?", "Are you hurt?", "Are you okay? Do you want to come and rest in our village?"

He is a truly kind-hearted person.

The world's consciousness deliberately sent the original owner here, not so that the original owner would travel thousands of miles to feed the demon beasts, but because it knew that the future leader of the righteous path in the cultivation world was here and would soon arrive at this village. So it sent the original owner to the vicinity of the village, to a place where the villagers often went, to guide people from both sides to meet.

Because of the nature of this world, the people under the rule of righteous cultivators are all simple, kind, and helpful. Therefore, the original owner got along very well with the people here. Seeing them emaciated and even starving, he spared no effort, even making deals with his uncle and aunt, to try to obtain high-yield crops and various blueprints to help the people here.

No one expected the cost of the transaction to be so severe.

Currently, just like in the original timeline, Si Qi's acquaintance with these enthusiastic villagers is going very smoothly. Under the tense gaze of his teachers, classmates, and police officers, Si Qi followed these people down the mountain to their village.

The environment was extremely rudimentary, and the dwellings were so primitive they resembled those of ancient times. There wasn't a single telephone pole to be found within a hundred miles, let alone any household appliances.

The police were puzzled. The area was deserted and there wasn't a single cell tower. How did Si Qi manage to broadcast live?

Moreover, as the camera panned from the mountaintop down to the foot of the mountain, sometimes looking down and sometimes zooming in on Si Qi, if it were filmed by a drone, the reflection in Si Qi's pupils and the surrounding water would surely have revealed the machine. But after zooming in on the footage, they couldn't find a drone at all.

So how exactly was this footage filmed? And who was behind all of this?

It can't really be a paranormal event!

Si Qi cautiously asked the question that was on everyone's mind: "How did you manage to do those amazing moves just now?"

The villagers looked bewildered, tilting their heads to indicate they didn't understand.

Si Qi pointed to the wood-chopping knife, then to the monster's corpse that a group of villagers were carrying down the mountain with a series of shouts, and made chopping gestures while making "whoosh" sounds.

The villagers, though bewildered, finally guessed what Si Qi meant and gave a simple, honest smile: "&……￥%￥，￥%…*…&%…*。

Si Qi: "..."

Teachers and students: "…………"

The police officer scratched his head, saying, "What language is this? I can't translate it even with translation software."

After a chaotic exchange, the two sides still obtained almost no information.

Si Qi couldn't very well act as a translator at this moment and tell everyone that the villagers on the other side were actually saying, "This is spiritual power. As long as we work hard, we can develop some cultivation."

So he pretended to look blank, pricked up his ears to listen carefully to what everyone was saying, and then tried to learn the local language little by little.

For example, words like "mountain," "water," "monster," and "eating." Si Qi made full use of the original owner's reputation as a genius from childhood to university, and quickly memorized many words amidst his classmates' expressions of "as expected of you."

Meanwhile, the police looked at the porcelain bowl in Si Qi's hand, and the food inside that resembled rice but was noticeably worse in shape, color, and texture. They analyzed, "It should be rice, but the husking technique wasn't very good. The quality of the rice is also like an old variety—yellowish, shriveled, and small..."

In modern society, it would take a lot of effort to find rice of such poor quality.

While they were analyzing, Si Qi in the video was not idle either. While eating, he tried to communicate with the person on the other end of the line, starting with the simplest words, and then "you, me, him", "up, down, left, right", "come, go".

His learning speed is really fast. Everyone just watched as Si Qi asked questions again and again, as if he had completely memorized what the other person said and what syllables they pronounced. He would never ask the same question again next time. Moreover, he could directly put together short words like "I, up, come" into complete sentences like "I come from above," which might have grammatical problems, but were definitely understandable.

Such a learning speed not only shocked everyone in front of the screen, but also the villagers in the scene. They gave Si Qi a gesture that seemed to be in praise, and patiently and slowly communicated with Si Qi, sentence by sentence.

They seemed completely unsurprised by Si Qi's fair and delicate appearance, and even seemed to have a natural affinity for him. Si Qi used this as a starting point, asking, "Have you ever seen someone like me before?"

The police and his classmates thought that Si Qi wanted to ask if there were any other city dwellers like him who had wandered into the mountains and how he could get back to the city.

However, the villagers, and Si Qi who knew the inside story, could only associate someone with Si Qi's appearance with a cultivator.

The villagers smiled and nodded, uttering the word "cultivator" for the first time.

Si Qi then guided them to explain the meaning of "cultivator". After watching them make actions such as "powerful", "flying", and "summoning wind and rain", he whispered to the people in the live broadcast room: "The word '【&￥】' is roughly what we think of as a god who can summon wind and rain and fly in the sky - they say that there are gods in this world, and all people with fair skin are gods."

The viewers in the live stream were stunned for a moment, unable to believe it, wondering how this could be possible.

However, considering that they had witnessed this group of people slashing with their swords and smashing the ground from a distance, they felt that if the villagers who were living such poor lives were all martial arts masters, then the person with snow-white skin and similar to Si Qi must be even more powerful, a master among masters.

"They also said that 'gods' would come to them tomorrow, and if I wanted to find someone 'like me,' I could wait until tomorrow to 'recognize' them."

The students praised him repeatedly, saying, "Si Qi, you learn foreign languages ​​so quickly!"

"So it's really that magical? Can powerful martial arts masters summon wind and rain?"

"Judging from the way that old man was making the rain pour down and the sound of thunder, he must be saying that [&￥] can do this. What else could he be but a god?"

The students got more and more excited as they talked. The teacher rubbed his forehead, glanced at the time, and realized that two hours had passed without him noticing. He quickly interrupted, "Alright, alright, since Si Qi is not in danger for the time being, let's not discuss these things and hurry up and review!"

Si Qi also said, "Yes, I'm fine here. Besides, the teacher called the police for me. With the police helping me, there's definitely no problem. Everyone, focus on your studies and prepare for the exam. Don't get distracted because of me."

The students understood what Si Qi meant and said one after another, "Okay, okay, we will."

"I definitely won't be distracted from the exam because of you. As for you, don't worry about us over there. Take good care of yourself."

Si Qi was worried that they would have problems with their exams because of him, but they also wished that Si Qi, who was not even safe himself, would still be concerned about their studies.

They all assured each other that they would not be distracted by Si Qi, and said with a smile, "Anyway, as long as we know you're alright, we're relieved."

"Yes, yes, we're all seasoned test-takers, we won't overthink this, and our performance will be perfectly stable."

Everyone comforted Si Qi, and then, as expected, they quickly picked up paper, pens, and test papers in the live stream and began studying.

The teachers and principal were very pleased to see this; these children were indeed very easy for them to take care of.

Knowing that forcibly removing them from the live broadcast room might distract them from Si Qi's situation, the teacher simply asked them to mute the audio in the live broadcast room and connect with Si Qi together with the police.

Si Qi pondered for a moment and said, "I saw them use 'qigong' with my own eyes, and there were no magic props under their clothes."

Si Qi had examined the knife in front of the camera, turning it over and over to confirm its quality. It was a very crudely made machete, its craftsmanship not even as refined as the agricultural knives passed down by elderly people in rural areas in modern society.

After hesitating for a moment, Si Qi finally uttered the word: "I suspect I might have time-traveled?"

Facing the strange looks from the people on the other end of the video call, Si Qi said, "I suddenly went from my room to the mountain without any time to react. I didn't feel like I was forcibly brought here, and I didn't see any strange people around me. I just suddenly appeared here..."

"Even when I'm communicating with you now, even though I'm not facing a screen and I don't have any communication devices in my hands, I can still see your faces in my mind and talk to you..."

Si Qi looked dejected, his head bowed, appearing particularly pitiful and helpless, like an abandoned puppy: "Besides supernatural forces, I can't explain all of this."

The teacher comforted her repeatedly with heartache, saying, "It will be alright, it will be alright, don't worry. You're not alone now. We will all help you, and we will definitely find you."

Si Qi forced a smile: "I know, I'm not that scared..."

The principal, feeling sorry for the police, urged them, "Are you sure you haven't found the exact location?"

The images show the sun's position; with modern instruments, we should be able to pinpoint its approximate location.

Police: "We only realized something was wrong after we found it..."

That place was a hundred and eight thousand miles away from the city where Si Qi originally lived, and the location was surprisingly near the capital.

Land is incredibly valuable in the capital; where would you find such a desolate mountainous area? Even if there were, it wouldn't be this primitive. Developers wouldn't let this land go.

Moreover, it was pouring rain in the capital at this time.

The scene, however, was entirely a scorching hot day under the blazing sun.

The more the police analyzed it, the more confused they became. Where could a perfectly healthy person have gone?

Especially since there were no special effects in the live replay, the couple in the interrogation room were still crying and swearing that they really did not kidnap Si Qi.

So how exactly did Si Qi get caught up in this 'supernatural' event?

What about "qigong" and the "tiger" whose prototype cannot be found?

The police racked their brains analyzing the video footage repeatedly, while Si Qi followed the villagers around the village, "filming" the surrounding buildings, vegetation, and farming tools, trying to provide the police with as many clues as possible.

By evening, Si Qi was almost able to speak a few complete sentences with the villagers, albeit haltingly. However, the police still couldn't pinpoint Si Qi's whereabouts in the real world. Si Qi quietly brewed himself a pot of coffee at the police station and worked overtime through the night.

Time passed, and amidst everyone's tense or worried thoughts, the next day arrived.

Si Qi and a group of jubilant villagers stood on the edge of the field, looking up at the sky.

The police officers, sporting large dark circles under their eyes, leaned back in their chairs, yawning. They held coffee cups in their hands, sipping them listlessly.

Although they were so sleepy they were about to fall asleep at any moment, they still tried their best to keep their eyes open and watch the screen.

Just then, a white figure appeared in the sky, approaching from afar until it landed on the ground. The cup in the policeman's hand crashed onto the table, and the black liquid spilled far away.

Everyone was stunned, their minds blank, unable to utter a word for a long time.

"Flying...flying...flying?!!"

People instinctively widened their eyes and leaned closer to the screen, thinking, "This guy just flew down from the sky, right?"

From that height, at least hundreds of meters, even wire work wouldn't be possible!

The villagers warmly greeted the "deity," while Si Qi mingled in the crowd, "calmly" searching for transparent threads that could lift a person up, right in front of the camera, but he found nothing.

The comments in the live stream were coming in faster and faster, and everyone was very emotional. Under everyone's watchful eyes, the white-robed "immortal" stood in front of the field, chanting incantations that no one could understand, and raised his wrist to make a gesture.

In an instant, the situation changed drastically.

The snow-white clouds turned black and pressed down on the ground little by little, carrying an extremely strong sense of oppression.

Everyone stared in disbelief as the raindrops began to fall heavily, pattering down on the parched earth and soaking the listless, lifeless seedlings.

The villagers danced with joy, cheering for the rain that had fallen from the sky, and bowed repeatedly to the "deity".

The immortal nodded slightly, then looked at the boy in the crowd, whose skin was so white it seemed to glow.

He probably thought Si Qi was one of his "kind," and nodded to Si Qi in a friendly manner.

Si Qi stepped forward and awkwardly asked in a slightly accented voice, "Are you a 'cultivator'?"

The young man, who was clearly a cultivator, raised his eyebrows slightly, not understanding what Si Qi was asking.

Si Qi: "Where is this?"

The cultivator thought for a moment and replied, "Tianxuan Continent."

A place that modern people have never heard of.

Si Qi "didn't understand" and was dejected after witnessing the bizarre scene, looking completely bewildered by the fact that he had indeed transmigrated.

The monk looked at him with concern: "What's wrong?"

These were the questions the villagers had asked several times yesterday, and even the police who had watched the video repeatedly understood them. Si Qi naturally wouldn't pretend not to understand, so he shook his head and said, "I'm fine."

The monk, of course, didn't believe him and continued to ask, "Where did you come from? Why are you here?"

Si Qi said dejectedly, "I suddenly appeared on the mountain, and I don't know why I'm here."

His accent was strange, and his grammar was full of errors, making it sound very incoherent.

The cultivator roughly guessed that Si Qi might not be from this side, and found it quite strange that Si Qi, who clearly had no cultivation at all, looked so delicate.

Could it be that he came from a wealthy family, or was some kind of royalty or nobleman?

But even royalty and nobles wouldn't be unable to speak the most commonly used language in the Tianxuan Continent...

He looked Si Qi up and down and noticed that the clothes Si Qi was wearing had fine stitches and soft fabric. Even if ordinary nobles could have such fine fabric woven with thread, they would not make it into a simple style that was pure white without any exquisite patterns, especially a "ugly" style with short sleeves and shorts that exposed arms and calves.

This is so strange.

Because of the nature of this world's cultivation system, the difference between righteous cultivators and demonic cultivators is as clear as black and white, immediately obvious. The cultivator didn't suspect that Si Qi was some kind of spy sent by the demonic path. He silently imagined that Si Qi might be a noble scion who had lost his memory/was kidnapped/was deliberately humiliated and tortured, left here in a tattered and shameful garment. He comforted him, saying, "Don't worry if you don't know your origins. Think about it slowly, you'll eventually remember."

Seeing that Si Qi remained silent and still looked sullen, he said softly, "My name is Chu Feng. What's your name?"

Si Qi looked up and mumbled a reply: "...Si Qi."

“Si Qi…” was a sound rarely heard in the Tianxuan Continent. Chu Feng nodded and made a note of the name.

Si Qi: "What was that ability you had just displayed? How did you do it?"

Chu Feng, with his good temper, patiently understood Si Qi's nonsensical grammar and replied, "It's cultivation level."

Si Qi turned into a walking encyclopedia of questions, wanting to know everything: "And what is cultivation?"

"Cultivation comes from serving the people, helping them live a good life, and making the dynasty prosperous. It will naturally be gained from this..."

Chu Feng showed no impatience whatsoever. He had an inexhaustible patience when he looked into his superior Qi's clear eyes, as if he could talk on and on for a lifetime without ever getting tired.

Si Qi listened intently, his expression suggesting he roughly understood. The audience in front of the screen was incredibly curious, but unable to get Si Qi to translate at that moment, they could only obediently record the audio and wait for language experts to analyze it step by step.

To be honest, when they saw so many "actors" appear, they actually believed that Si Qi wasn't playing a prank, but had really encountered a special event.

No one would risk angering the police by staging such a idiotic charade—what would they gain from fooling them? Only thunderous fury and punishment.

Moreover, Si Qi was clearly not the type to seek out hardship. If nothing unexpected had happened, he should have had a very bright future, instead of running for his life on the mountain, eating coarse rice, and sleeping on a straw "bed".

As the camera continued to move over the past two days, the "shooting area" had long exceeded the size that a so-called film and television base should have. However, every detail of the scene, including the ground, showed no trace of industry or tire tracks; it was a completely primitive, ancient environment.

The scales in everyone's hearts couldn't help but tilt little by little in the most unbelievable direction, feeling that the most impossible answer might actually be the real answer.