CHAPTER 1081: CHAPTER 1083: DA SONG DYNASTY

Wen Wen walked up to Chun Ling, reached out and tapped her forehead. Her brow immediately swelled and she squatted on the ground, clutching her head and making pig-like noises.

"The feeling from that tap was very real, and her reaction was quite normal."

"Am I in an illusion right now?"

"But no matter how I look at it, I can’t detect any flaws... Or have I been transported to a special space?"

Wen Wen pinched his chin, his senses spreading out like a massive octopus, expanding to their limit until the perception circle elongated into an oval. When his sensing distance also reached its limit, Wen Wen retracted his senses.

"Right now, exerting myself fully, my sensing distance is very large. Typical independent spaces have distance limitations, and if this is an illusion, I haven’t found any flaws yet. This place is quite interesting."

Then Wen Wen immediately tried to enter the Sanctuary, but there was no reaction from the Sanctuary.

After activating the Catastrophe Gloves, he discovered that the Sanctuary’s abilities could be used normally, but he couldn’t access the Sanctuary to retrieve items or enter and exit it.

This made Wen Wen much more cautious, indicating that this place interfered with the Sanctuary’s abilities.

Based on his past experiences, any place that can interfere with the Sanctuary isn’t something to be trifled with, so he needed to be careful, cautious, and then more cautious.

Wen Wen turned his gaze back to the wailing Chun Ling, thought for a moment, and then pulled out one ingot of silver and tossed it to her.

"You’re the first person I’ve encountered here, take me to your room for a chat; I’d like to learn about the environment here."

This silver was what Wen Wen initially found in Gong Baoding’s room at the Sanctuary, where he discovered some gold and some silver.

The gold, being of high value, had already been spent by Wen Wen, but the silver still lay gathering dust in the corner, unexpectedly useful here.

Whether this place was an illusion or an independent space, it looked like the scene from a historical drama, so using a silver ingot should be appropriate.

Chun Ling received the silver ingot, bit it with her teeth, then smiled broadly and stuffed it into her small purse.

Wen Wen, with sharp eyes, noticed that her purse contained some copper coins, a little scattered silver, and one complete silver ingot.

This complete silver ingot was the same style as the silver ingot Wen Wen gave...!

"This indicates that this is the ancient Capital."

Wen Wen’s historical knowledge was at a general person’s level, unable to discern anything from buildings or clothing.

After receiving the silver, Chun Ling’s headache instantly disappeared, and she laughed foolishly. This was her first business transaction.

Though this guest before her was dressed outrageously ugly, had a hairstyle no better than a monk’s, spoke with a maddeningly strange accent, oh, and had very small eyes...

But... he gave a lot of money!

This silver ingot was worth at least ten taels, which was uncommon even for a big customer at Fragrance Pavilion.

The Fragrance Pavilion might sound nice, but it was actually just a low-end brothel, where typically one could have fun for a night for two to three hundred copper coins, a big spender like Wen Wen was rare.

Though Chun Ling’s purse also contained an ingot of silver, it was her entire savings.

Despite what historical dramas might depict, where hundreds or thousands of taels are casually tossed around, in reality, the monthly income of an ordinary family was only one or two taels.

As Wen Wen and Chun Ling were about to go inside, the madam stood by smiling, holding a small handkerchief, signaling Wen Wen for more funds.

Wen Wen tossed another silver ingot casually, and then took Chun Ling upstairs.

Consumption at the brothel wasn’t just about paying the girls; there were many miscellaneous services that also required payment.

After Wen Wen and Chun Ling left, the madam couldn’t help but cry holding the silver ingot.

Chun Ling, the loss-bringer, finally could make money for her...

...

After an extensive three-hour conversation with Chun Ling, Wen Wen finally had some clues about this place.

This is Houlie County, belonging to the Da Song Dynasty, Haishui Dao, Gandao Prefecture; an obscure small county town.

The current Emperor Zhao Qiyun is already seventy years old, and in recent years, he has neglected state affairs, leading to a decline in the country’s power year by year.

When Wen Wen heard these place names, he burst out laughing, feeling like this place just hit his funny bone.

However, after Chun Ling’s explanation, he found these place names somewhat acceptable.

The ’Song’ in the country name represents the unity of the people.

As long as Da Song is united, everyone can have clothes to wear and food to eat, fend off foreign invaders, and earn the coming of other nations!

Although the meaning of this name is good, implementation is not so easy.

The emperors of the Old Zhao family were each oddballs, some liked painting, some liked raising pets, some liked being stonemasons... but rarely any were content being emperors.

Zhao Qiyun is practically buried under yellow earth but still spends his days carousing with young palace maids, under the guise of cultivating...

If Wen Wen were a palace maid, he would find a way to tie up this old coot and pierce him to death with needles.

Because these bizarre emperors ignore state affairs, even small countries dare bully Da Song, giving the ’Song’ character a new meaning.

That meaning being weak and easily bullied!

Of course, whether ordinary people’s dynasties rise or fall doesn’t interest Wen Wen.

What he’s concerned about is the history of this world and its great similarity to the Federation’s history, resembling that of twin brothers.

If you replace Song with Song, Zhao Qiyun with Zhao Qiyun, and compare major recent events, it’s practically identical!

Such a situation is hardly coincidental, so Wen Wen tentatively concluded that this world has a significant connection with the ancient history of the Federation.

What bothered Wen Wen more was how he ended up here.

He often read novels about crossing worlds, so scenarios like being sucked into a toilet while squatting, hit by a car while saving a child, or suddenly appearing in a parallel princess’s bath...

Such situations would be acceptable to Wen Wen, but at that time he was about to capture Zhu Pengpei, his consciousness was fully clear, and the next moment Chun Ling’s handkerchief hit his face.

Before arriving here, Wen Wen seemed to hear a door opening.

And in Yuriano’s center, there was a huge Bronze Door, and the reason for his arrival here should be that that Bronze Door was opened!

So his immediate priority now is finding a way to leave here.

No matter how many mysteries this world holds, Wen Wen still wants to return to the Federal District, where at least he can watch small videos on the Ranger Terminal...

Yet how to return, Wen Wen had no clue.

He didn’t know whether he was the only one to arrive here or if others came with him.

If he was the only one, finding clues back could be like searching for a needle in a haystack. If everyone came with him, then as long as Wen Wen finds Crooked Dragon, he might find the clues to return!