Chapter 113 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)

Si Qi's exceptional memory and outstanding learning ability allow him to master new languages ​​very quickly.

There were at least dozens of people sitting in front of Si Qi's live stream camera. None of them had even had time to master the most basic everyday words like "yesterday, today, and tomorrow," but Si Qi could already use the most rudimentary vocabulary to form sentences, and her speaking speed became faster and more fluent as she talked, gradually becoming able to answer questions and respond to each other.

Everyone watched Si Qi and Chu Feng's interaction as if they were watching a foreign film without subtitles. Besides marveling at Si Qi's exceptional learning ability as a top university's direct-entry student, they were also wondering how Si Qi's time-travel incident had even happened—who gets a live-streamed time-travel experience?

When Si Qi finished his conversation with the cultivator who called himself Chu Feng that evening, and finally found a quiet, secluded corner to rest, Si Qi had time to give everyone a general account of what he had learned during the day.

“There was a slight error in yesterday’s translation. The meaning of 【&￥】 is not ‘deity’ but ‘cultivator’,” Si Qi said. “It’s the kind of cultivator in popular online cultivation novels or ancient mythological dramas. However, the cultivators here mainly improve their cultivation or magical power by ‘binding themselves to the fate of the nation and helping the people’.”

"There are many ways to use magic, almost encompassing every aspect of daily life. For example, summoning wind and rain to irrigate fields is a very common way to use magic. Other ways to enhance magic include teaching classics and historical texts, and serving as an official in the court."

Because the exam is tomorrow, the only viewers who insisted on watching the live stream were the teachers, the principal, and the police officers from the police station.

The teacher and the police officer were both young. They had read many novels, and upon hearing this, they asked, "Isn't magical power increased through meditation and taking elixirs?"

Si Qi shook his head: "That's not the case here. The only way for cultivators to increase their magical power is to do good deeds and to be bound to the national destiny. When the country is strong, the cultivators are strong. Therefore, most cultivators are officials. Every official will do their best for the daily life of the people, and they will even personally take care of things like irrigating farmland."

“In addition to righteous cultivators like them, there are also demonic cultivators,” Si Qi’s expression suddenly turned serious. “The cultivation methods of the demonic path are completely opposite to those of the righteous path. The more they disrupt the stability of the country, slaughter the people, and use the lives of living beings to refine themselves, the faster their strength will increase.”

"Therefore, the demonic cultivators in this world are generally stronger than the righteous cultivators—after all, destruction is always easier than construction. A year's worth of farmland can be destroyed in minutes." Si Qi said, "If it weren't for the fact that the demonic path needs the righteous path to maintain the country and help the population grow in order to continue, the righteous path would have been completely wiped out long ago."

The faces of the people in front of the screen were grim. If that's the case, then Si Qi's situation is actually very dangerous.

Ordinary people may seem to be protected under the wings of righteous cultivators at first glance, but in reality, they are like lambs to the slaughter in a sheepfold raised by the demonic path. They may be fattened up at any time and then slaughtered by the demonic path along with the righteous cultivators, using their flesh and blood to nourish their strength.

This environment was too dangerous for Si Qi, a child. The teacher was so worried that her face turned pale, and she cursed God for the ten thousandth time for treating her student this way.

"This world is distorted. Demonic cultivators, for the sake of their own strength, will not slaughter righteous cultivators and common people. Common people, knowing the threat of demonic cultivators, will try their best to be kind to others, work hard, improve their cultivation, or simply become righteous cultivators to protect their homes and loved ones..."

Such a society may appear black and white at first glance, with clear distinctions, but it obviously won't have much room for development.

Demonic cultivators don't give ordinary mortals any room to grow; they fatten one group and then slaughter the next. The more prosperous a dynasty is, the closer it is to its demise. When faced with problems, cultivators only take all the pressure upon themselves and never expect weak mortals to provide much effective combat power. In reality, their overall lifespan isn't very long.

So even though the cultivation world has developed for tens of thousands of years, its civilization is still stuck in the agricultural era, with almost no progress.

On the contrary, in their modern world, even without the powerful weapon of cultivation, it only took a few thousand years to go from feudal society to modern society.

The reason why the original owner was so eager to obtain modern items in the original timeline, and was willing to trade with his uncle's family for this reason.

Whether the uncle's family would benefit from this or not was unimportant to the original owner, as long as it could improve the lives of ordinary people and help cultivators defeat demonic cultivators.

Si Qi said, "I want to become a monk."

The teacher encouraged them, saying, "Becoming a cultivator gives you the ability to protect yourself, which is great."

The police questioned, "You're a time traveler, are you sure you can use that power? Could there be differences in species?"

“We can give it a try,” Si Qi said. “The method to improve one’s cultivation level is simply to help society progress. Our world is far more advanced than this one, so it’s easy to try.”

Everyone's eyes lit up.

"During the day, I made a request to become a cultivator, and Chu Feng readily agreed, being very willing to teach me."

In the original timeline, the original owner met Chu Feng, the future leader of the righteous path, in this village. Through advanced modern knowledge and the seeds and blueprints obtained from his shady uncle, he gradually improved his cultivation and helped the righteous forces expand rapidly.

Their cooperation went very smoothly. The people were kind and cooperative, and the officials were all benevolent and compassionate. All new items and policies that were good for everyone were implemented extremely quickly. Backstabbing, sabotage, and power struggles simply did not occur here—after all, doing bad things would immediately lead to a decline in one's moral standing, while doing good for the country and its people would rapidly increase one's influence.

If the two worlds hadn't merged, and the demonic path hadn't discovered the modern world before the righteous path, then used spells and witchcraft that modern technology couldn't deal with to carry out a massive massacre, using hundreds of millions of lives that the decimated cultivation world wouldn't even dare to dream of to increase its strength, the righteous path would have had a chance to suppress the demonic path.

Unfortunately, this kind of thing can't be reversed with a simple "what if." Si Qi could only use a live broadcast to inform people in advance about the dangers of demonic cultivators in the modern world, and then explain the friendliness of mortals and cultivators in this world, so that they could prepare in advance.

"Okay, how do you plan to try?"

Si Qi: "Let's start with the simplest things..."

So the next day, early in the morning, Si Qi came to Chu Feng with paper and pencils he had brought from the modern world.

Chu Feng looked at the delicate and precious Jin Gui Xue paper in his hand, and couldn't put it down.

Si Qi: "I know how they are made."

He recited the papermaking methods he had learned with the help of the police yesterday, "I also know a lot of other things, such as sugar making, salt making, oil refining, steelmaking, efficient agricultural tools, windmills, waterwheels, and automatic irrigation..."

Si Qi rattled off a long list of dishes like reciting a menu, making Chu Feng's eyes blurry. He had to pause and interrupt, saying, "Shall we take it one at a time?"

Si Qi's pronunciation of the common language in the cultivation world was not standard to begin with, and when he mentioned "farm tools," he could only use vague terms like "farmland, tools," so even if Chu Feng tried his best to listen, he was still very confused.

Si Qi nodded. "Then let me show you how to use this paper and pencil."

He picked up a pen and paper, found a table to sit down, and demonstrated how to write his name.

As a high school student, Si Qi's handwriting was naturally very beautiful and neat. In particular, the writing process was extremely convenient. He could write anywhere with paper and pen, without grinding ink or letting it dry. If he wanted to make corrections, he wouldn't leave large ink marks. He could simply use the eraser that came with the pencil to gently erase the mistake.

Chu Feng stood by the table, his eyes shining as he watched.

“This is charcoal, which can be obtained by burning wood,” Si Qi pointed to the wood on the table and mentioned the word ‘fire’. Combining the color and texture of the pencil lead, Chu Feng quickly associated it with charcoal used in winter and immediately understood.

Because of the unique nature of their world, their culture is actually very widespread. They don't hold onto their own possessions or think that scholars are more noble than farmers. Tuition has always been free.

As long as ordinary people are willing to learn, they can all learn to write.

In this social environment, it's easy to imagine how popular Si Qi's convenient writing tool would be.

Convenient, quick, easier and cheaper than pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and while its shelf life may not be as long as ink, it has the advantage of being applicable to a wider range of scenarios. It has almost only advantages and no disadvantages.

It is well worth promoting.

Chu Feng knew this the moment he saw it.

He wouldn't take credit for this, so he said to Si Qi, "Would you like to come with me to a nearby city and promote this white paper and pencil? We'll need you to teach the artisans in the city how to make it."

Si Qi naturally nodded in agreement.

In the original timeline, the original owner didn't bring paper and pen with her when she transmigrated, nor did she know about cultivation. She simply felt sorry for the farmers' hardship and naturally offered many suggestions for improvement. Recalling the content from her textbooks, she improved the local farming tools. Soon, the villagers recommended her to Chu Feng, who then took her to a nearby city, thus beginning her initial path of cultivation.

In this world, anything that benefits people's livelihoods is given a fast track. Even if the initiator is a three-year-old child or an unknown beggar, as long as they bring something useful and knock on the door of the city lord's mansion, they can receive a warm welcome from the local city lord.

Therefore, Si Qi received the same treatment as the original owner in the original timeline. After greeting the villagers, Chu Feng took Si Qi and set off.

The police officers in front of the screen took out their breakfast, preparing to eat while observing what kind of cultural landscape they would encounter on their way to the city. But the next second, they were caught off guard and saw their familiar little boy being pulled by the arm and "whoosh" flying into the sky, his soy milk and steamed buns splashing all over the screen.

"Ugh, it's so dirty!"

"I didn't even see how he flew up there, hurry up and get me some tissues!"

Everyone jumped up to find tissues and hurriedly wiped the screen clean. Several heads were pressed a few centimeters in front of the screen, staring wide-eyed at the outrageous scene.

"It really...it really flew..."

Everyone looked at each other, wishing they could pinch their own arms to make sure they weren't dreaming.

"Report this to our superiors immediately!!" they jumped up.

Perhaps to accommodate Si Qi, a novice, Chu Feng did not fly very high with Si Qi. Everyone standing in front of the screen could clearly see the scene below and the distance of at least several thousand meters that they crossed in the blink of an eye.

With such a great distance and such an amazing shooting angle, it couldn't possibly be acting, could it?

Which film studio can cover such a wide area without leaving any trace of modern society?

Furthermore, how exactly do you create special effects for Si Qi's flying scene to make it seamless during the live stream?

Holding tablets, they knocked on the director's office door. In the video, Chu Feng had just brought Si Qi above the city; the ancient buildings visible to the naked eye and the dozens, even hundreds, of residents coming and going below were enough to confirm the authenticity of everything.

After listening to his subordinate's report with a puzzled look, the bureau chief looked at his subordinate on his tablet, then at the live stream, and really wanted to ask, "Are you sure you're not kidding me?"

It's obviously impossible for a donkey to be a donkey.

The people in the picture really look like refugees who have never had enough to eat in their lives—what kind of actors can be so dedicated?

So no matter how strange the situation seemed, the director still frowned and continued watching.

The director couldn't understand Si Qi's conversation with Chu Feng and the city lord at all because of the language barrier.

He only saw Si Qi instructing the local craftsmen, who, with the help of the two cultivators Chu Feng and the city lord, easily crushed the wood, boiled it into pulp, and then quickly dried it under the influence of spiritual power. The whole process took only a dozen minutes.

Those magical scenes are the result of a high-production-value fantasy epic that could only be created with a huge budget.

The scene wasn't some cool battle, but rather the making of a piece of paper...

The bureau chief looked up in bewilderment: Could this really be true?

The subordinates nodded in unison, like woodpeckers in perfect unison: it really is true.

Even more absurdly, when Si Qi, with the help of Chu Feng, the city lord, and others, created useful, thick paper and a rudimentary pencil prototype for the first time in this world, Si Qi's expression changed slightly, and he muttered to himself, "Something feels off."

The police officers rushed to check the screen, worried that something might have happened to Si Qi.

The next second, under the somewhat gratified gazes of Chu Feng and the city lord, Si Qi raised a finger, and countless sheets of white paper in the factory began to sway gently without any wind!

Wherever Si Qi pointed his finger, the white papers shifted in that direction.

This is clearly Si Qi manipulating things from a distance!

He mastered spiritual power so quickly?

The police officers were dumbfounded, and the chief, unable to sit still, quickly picked up his landline and said, "This matter needs to be reported to our superiors..."

The superiors are in a neighboring province or city, so it's not possible to get a face-to-face understanding of the situation in a short time.

However, with the help of her assistant, she can open the live stream room and watch Si Qi's live stream in real time.

And so she watched as Si Qi, on the screen, followed Chu Feng to learn how to use spiritual power, how to summon wind and rain, and how to condense flames and water droplets in his palm.

lead:"…………"

The leader was speechless for a moment and reasonably suspected that the bureau chief was lying to her.

The bureau chief protested his innocence: "I really didn't!"

But when asked to produce evidence, he couldn't do so immediately. The only evidence he could offer was the live stream in front of him and the screen recording of the live stream.

Without concrete evidence, the leaders couldn't immediately accept such absurd things as "someone time-traveled," "time-traveled and even brought their own live stream," and "during the live stream, they even learned to control fire and gather water in no time."

She rubbed her temples: "You should investigate the situation first."

Even if this were true, they couldn't just randomly say "someone has traveled through time" and then rescue them from another world.

We need to figure out exactly what happened and what impact this has on their world.

What if this is true?

What if other people are forced to travel through time in the future?

All aspects need to be considered carefully.

The director acknowledged the task, accepted it, and dutifully assigned work to his subordinates while keeping an eye on the screen himself.

It must be said that Si Qi's use of magic was truly amazing; there wasn't a single trace of special effects from beginning to end. Furthermore, if you spoke to Si Qi in the live stream, he would respond accordingly, proving it wasn't some pre-made special effects video played into the stream.

Si Qi studied magic until it grew dark.

After the meal, Chu Feng helped arrange a room for him to rest. At this time, the police and Si Qi could communicate without being noticed by outsiders.

Si Qi briefly described his experience using magic, saying, "The moment the paper and pencil were made, a power suddenly appeared within me. I didn't need to think about it; it was as natural as using my fingers."

As he spoke, Si Qi was also using magic to try to condense ice and snow in his palm to cool down the hot summer day.

The police officers exclaimed, "It's like magic!"

Si Qi frowned slightly, his expression somewhat conflicted, but he still said, "Not only has an extra power appeared in my body, but I can also vaguely sense a familiar...location?"

He didn't know how to describe the feeling, and spoke slowly, trying to describe his feelings as clearly as possible through language: "It's like there's a place I'm very familiar with 'ahead,' and as long as I try to reach it, I can touch that place."

He waved his hand in mid-air, trying to make the other person understand his meaning: "Can you understand what I'm saying?"

The police officers shook their heads at the screen, silently indicating: they didn't quite understand.

However, one of the police officers noticed a detail in Si Qi's words and asked, "The familiar place you mentioned, you wouldn't be referring to our world, would you?"

Otherwise, how could Si Qi, a newcomer to this world, feel familiar with it?

It definitely refers to the modern world!

The police officers' eyes lit up, wondering if Si Qi could sense the existence of the real world and be able to travel back in time.

Si Qi pondered for a moment and nodded: "That's what I think too. I feel that place is very familiar and very welcoming."

As he spoke, Si Qi seemed to remember something, took out a piece of white paper he always carried with him, tore off a piece, wrote a line of words on it with a pencil, and then tried to squeeze it in his palm.

Squeezing it once didn't change anything, squeezing it twice still didn't change anything. But when he squeezed it for the third time, the piece of paper in Si Qi's hand suddenly disappeared. Si Qi was stunned and immediately said, "I feel like I've sent that piece of paper over."

The police officers paused for a moment, then suddenly realized what they were doing and stood up in surprise: "You mean, you sent the piece of paper 'over'?"

Where can I send it? Time travel...location...to Si Qi's house!!

They moved very quickly, taking out their car keys as they said, "We're going to your house now. You disappeared in your bedroom, right?"

Si Qi nodded: "Yes."

The police responded so quickly, which saved him a lot of trouble.

Just a short while after Si Qi leaned back in his chair to rest, a precise response came from the live stream: "We did indeed find a piece of paper on the floor of your bedroom."

Si Qi took out a piece of white paper that he had torn in half and placed it on the table.

The police used a piece of paper to compare with the gap in the paper on the screen, and found that every edge and curve matched perfectly, and couldn't help but gasp slightly.

"You can't possibly teleport things into the real world, can you?"

A policeman muttered to himself, a chill running down his spine.

"I'll give it a try."

Si Qi answered, looked around, picked up a leaf that had drifted in from outside the window, drew a five-pointed star on it with a pencil, and then held it in his palm.

Practice makes perfect. Si Qi, who had tried three times last time, succeeded on the first try this time.

The six police officers standing in Si Qi's room watched helplessly as the leaves appeared in mid-air, slowly swayed down, and then floated lightly to the ground.

The scene was completely silent.

After a long while, someone finally emerged as if in a daze, picked up the leaf, and held it between their fingertips.

On the surface of the leaf facing upwards, there was a five-pointed star that I had seen not long ago.

"I...go..."

A low murmur echoed in the room, causing several adults to shudder, utterly terrified by the tiny leaf.

This time, it can't be special effects again, right?

One of the police officers made a video call and showed the scene to the chief.

Si Qi over there tried several more times. Each time, the leaves, scraps of paper, and teacups that were delivered appeared out of thin air and fell to the ground. The process was clear and there was no room for faking it.

The bureau chief was now completely convinced of the existence of time travel. He forwarded the video content directly to his superiors, who responded quickly with a simple and clear statement: "I will report this to the central government."

This matter should not be underestimated.

The central meeting was quickly convened within half an hour. Several top leaders appeared in the conference room, looked at several key images on the screen several times, and finally accepted the facts of "cultivation, magic, and time travel".

They had many concerns, such as Si Qi's safety, how the time travel happened, whether their cultivation techniques could be applied to their world, whether Si Qi could transmit more things from there, and whether their things could be brought to Si Qi...

You have to understand, that was a completely new and unexplored world.

It represents vast lands, billions of distinct plant and biological species, and entirely new power systems, containing limitless possibilities.

This is something that deserves more attention than any unexpected event.

They couldn't allow anything to go wrong with Si Qi, so a team of experts was quickly assembled to serve him exclusively. At the same time, they also needed to gain control of Si Qi's bedroom—the point connecting him to the real world—as soon as possible.

That very night, the uncle's family, who were discussing how to quickly acquire the house while Si Qi was missing, were confronted with someone holding up Si Qi's property certificate to their faces and were thrown out in a frenzy.

A family of three, dressed in disheveled pajamas and carrying large and small bags of luggage, stood on the desolate street in the night wind, staring blankly at the familiar room 302 on the third floor above them, their faces full of confusion.