I have to get lucky right away.

Chapter 418 is as hard to ignore as a firefly in the dark.

"Xianyang in the Qin Dynasty was truly a place of beautiful mountains and clear waters..." Feng Xue walked through this unfamiliar "hometown," her gaze constantly sweeping over the passersby around her. The people in this area seemed to have a strong sense of martial spirit, so much so that every now and then, several of the drones she launched would be shot down.

Fortunately, the people in this world don't seem to be recognized as human by the nanounits; unfortunately, they also seem to be able to digest the nanounits.

"And you still say this isn't your hometown!" Fina started nagging at Feng Xue as she watched the digested nanounits disconnect. Feng Xue rolled her eyes and said:
"You're mentally ill. You need to eat and drink, and I need to eat and drink too. Does that mean you're me?"

However, even so, Feng Xue was quite curious. It would be one thing if the masters of the Hundred Schools of Thought had this ability, but it was a bit outrageous that even a villager pushing a wheelbarrow to the market could melt nano-units with lysozyme.

"Sarah, have the DNA test results come back yet? It can't be a bunch of innate gods, can it?"

Upon hearing Feng Xue's question, Sarah shook her head and said:
"Preliminary test results indicate that they belong to the genus Homo of the family Hominidae in primates. However, their DNA differs slightly from that of the Terra people. Without a sample, it is impossible to determine the function of the DNA fragments. But it can be confirmed that they, you, and Fina belong to three different races."

"Tsk." Feng Xue clicked her tongue. So she didn't have any official status here. Fortunately, the technology here didn't seem very advanced, so they wouldn't mistake her for a monkey or anything.

As they drew closer to Xianyang, the number of pedestrians on the road gradually increased. Some were villagers from nearby villages who were going to Xianyang to sell their goods, while others were wealthy young men riding tall horses and wearing jade pendants and swords.

Of course, horse-drawn carriages and oxcarts were also indispensable modes of transportation.

Feng Xue was initially worried that his wheelchair would be too conspicuous, but as more and more pedestrians appeared, he suddenly understood why the hunter seemed completely oblivious to anything amiss.

After all, riding in a wheelchair, a car, or a sedan chair is nothing on the main road outside Xianyang. He even saw someone driving a Gundam!
Okay, calling it Gundam is a bit of an exaggeration, but calling it a large exoskeleton is no exaggeration at all.

Then you see a middle-aged man dressed in coarse linen clothes with a mahogany plane hanging from his waist sitting on the chest of the robot, which is more than eight meters tall, constantly shaking various levers in the semi-open cockpit.

Seeing Feng Xue in a wheelchair, he waved to her.
"This brother's vehicle looks simple, but it has many intricate details. I wonder which master craftsman's apprentice he is?"

"My apologies. I come from the Yin-Yang School, which is a small faction. This wheelchair wasn't made by me. I just had a minor accident and am using it for now."

Hearing Feng Xue's words, the Gundam pilot from the Gong family was visibly disappointed. However, a quick glance revealed that Feng Xue was not a trustworthy person. The two maids accompanying her were one stunningly beautiful, the other with white hair and a youthful face, and the white dog (actually a wolf!) was handsome and intelligent. Clearly, they weren't from a small faction. Of course, these weren't the real concerns; what truly caught the Gong family youth's attention were the sophisticated equipment they possessed. Feng Xue wore a seamless celestial robe, adorned with exquisite jade at her waist. While her wheelchair appeared simple, a comparison with the Golden Man she piloted revealed a stark difference. Her Golden Man, already highly praised by her master and considered to be seven-tenths the work of a master craftsman, still showed signs of polishing and grinding. This wheelchair, however, had not a single weld seam, not to mention the perfect balance of its wheels. Anyone with a modicum of knowledge could tell that the axle was anything but ordinary!
If it were just a wheelchair, an ornament, or a fine garment, one could say it was bought from a master craftsman. But even the dog's collar is so exquisite. Could it be that the master craftsman is working as a long-term laborer in your house?

"This person's aura is unpredictable, with a yin energy seemingly circulating around him, yet it doesn't harm him. It's likely he's a member of the Yin-Yang School. However, those two maids are no ordinary people either. Especially the black-haired maid pushing the cart; she gives me the feeling of gazing up at the moon. She must have cultivated the 'Xihe Calendar' to an extremely high level. To have such a powerful person pushing the cart behind him, she can't possibly be the next head of the Yin-Yang School's calendar, can she?"

In fact, it wasn't just the young workers who were thinking this way. Most of the people who came to Xianyang at this time, apart from the local residents, were the outstanding talents from various schools participating in this Hundred Schools of Thought competition. Naturally, they would pay more attention to those with extraordinary bearing.

Feng Xue's two maids were both stunningly beautiful, and even the dogs around her had collars that even master craftsmen might not be able to make. If it weren't for the fact that everyone had seen portraits of Emperor Fusu's princes and grandsons, they might have really suspected that this was a prince traveling incognito.

Feng Xue naturally noticed the stares directed at him, but he didn't see anything wrong with it. If it were a folk world, his fair complexion paired with high-tech equipment might be considered eye-catching, but now, what on the street doesn't look more outrageous (in his opinion) than him? Which young master isn't fairer than him?

Even with looks like Liu Yunxi and Fina, they met three or five men along the way, and there was even a man who was better looking than them. In short, in Feng Xue's eyes, she was like a drop of water in a fishpond, not worth paying any attention to at all.

Arriving at the main gate of Xianyang City, several burly but handsome gatekeepers were checking documents and collecting entry fees. Without Feng Xue needing to say anything, Huiye and Xiaolingdang had already begun their scanning plan. They recorded each document that was presented, then analyzed the materials and anti-counterfeiting marks. When it was Feng Xue's turn, a customs clearance document made of nanomechanical simulation and local currency appeared in his pocket.

“Yin Yang School, Shenxiao Sect, Daoist Master, Feng Xue…” The city guard checked the pass and confirmed it was correct. He then compared Feng Xue with the portrait before accepting the entry tax and handing the pass back.

Having recovered, Fina, under Sarah's guidance, had gained some understanding of her role as a maid. She took the voucher and, with Feng Xue's polite "Thank you for your trouble," entered Xianyang, a city that was in no way inferior to the ancient capital of her previous life.

"Good heavens, you couldn't even tell from that distance because of that thirty-zhang-high city gate tower..."

Feng Xue was slightly astonished as she looked at the towering buildings in the city, some of which were tens of meters tall. Judging from the layout of the surroundings, this world should not have entered the electrical age yet. Most of the vehicles were still powered by human or animal power. Occasionally, she could see one or two things that looked like straight-moving vehicles. The only thing she couldn't understand was the Gundam that the young man from the Engineering Family had driven before.

"How should I put it? I have a feeling that the technology tree in this world is probably more outrageous than I imagined!"

(End of this chapter)