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Chapter 419 Backwardness and the Superposition of Civilizations

Although she held the identity of a Daoist philosopher from the Hundred Schools of Thought, officially certified by the "Qin Dynasty," Feng Xue did not actually want to stay in the specially arranged hotel.

Even if the world had no internet and identity verification was just a stylized portrait, this identity still had to be issued by someone, so there was always a possibility of it being exposed.

The problem is, if he doesn't go, it will seem even more abrupt.

As for whether it's okay not to fill in the Daozi (a position within the Daoist school)... that's even more impossible. In the end, those who can participate in the Hundred Schools of Thought Contend are basically young talents from various schools and sects. If you take an ordinary identity, they will actually let you come with your Daozi.

So, Feng Xue reluctantly followed the directions of the "volunteers" by the roadside and arrived at the lodgings specially arranged for the various schools of thought.

Then, he got a bit of a headache.

At first glance, a row of vehicles was parked at the entrance, including mechs that were three or four zhang tall, luxuriously decorated carriages, magnificent steeds, and strangely shaped machines.

In short, apart from that thing that was obviously a carriage, Feng Xue really couldn't find many other tools she recognized.

However, the hotel staff were quite professional. They took a small notebook and asked each of them about parking methods and taboos. Then they sent someone to arrange for these obviously expensive cars to go to the garage—which was underground, for goodness sake!
"Sir, would you like this car...?"

Seeing Feng Xue being pushed over, a waiter immediately came forward, and Feng Xue waved her hand and said:
"I encountered a bit of an accident on my way here, this is my mode of transportation."

"Ugh, those damned bastards again!" Upon hearing Feng Xue's words, the waiter immediately revealed a furious gritting of teeth before smiling obsequiously and saying:
"In that case, please come this way, sir. We have set up accessible areas to facilitate vehicle passage..."

"I always feel like this lousy place is constantly bouncing between being advanced and backward... What is this? A superposition state?"

Feng Xue inwardly grumbled, but did not refuse the other party's kindness, nor did she mention that her wheelchair could go up stairs. After registering her dietary restrictions with the waiter, she was assigned a guest room with servants.

"This place feels even more like a post-apocalyptic world than Terra."

Stepping inside, Fina stretched lazily, muttering to herself with a speechless expression. Feng Xue rolled her eyes at her.
"Walls have ears!"

"I know, I know!" Fina dared to speak because she had checked the life reactions around her, but considering the hunter who had avoided everyone's detection before, she still nodded guiltily and began to enter bone conduction communication mode.

In contrast, Liu Yunxi was much better off. She remained quiet throughout, and even when she wanted to speak, she used telepathy to communicate, so she didn't have to worry about being overheard.

"Kaguya, shrink the drones down to resemble flying insects, abandon the image acquisition function, and focus on audio collection. I need more information about this world."

"Understood!" Kaguya's cool, slightly hoarse voice rang in her mind. Perhaps because she was worshipped as the Goddess of Creation, she was more adept at this kind of precise mimicry.

As Kaguya entered work mode, Feng Xue took out a fish cake and stuffed it into her mouth. While circulating her energy through a food-consuming technique, she said:

"I'm planning to go out for a walk, do you want to come along?"

"Of course, otherwise, would I still be squatting in the house?" Fina glanced at the dog squatting to the side with its tongue sticking out, giving her an expression that said, "What else can I do but follow you around?"

Feng Xue was genuinely at a loss for words when faced with this woman whose condition seemed to be escalating into dependency. She looked at Sarah, but Sarah remained silent, only letting the dog stick its tongue out at her. "Sigh, let's see how things go. Hopefully, this world can improve my physical condition, otherwise, being half-crippled every time I unleash a powerful attack is just too much."

Seeing the awkward silence, Feng Xue sighed. In the folk world, he would have simply asked the waiter for directions. But this world was still in the 77th year of the Qin Dynasty. At this point in time, many things that were commonplace in later generations had not yet been established. This meant that the slang that worked in the folk world might not be useful here.

Fortunately, humans are creatures of habit and love to gather in groups and boast. Xianyang is right under the emperor's nose, so it shouldn't be too difficult to find places where old men and women gather.

Having made up her mind, Feng Xue put away the room key and left the room again with Gouzi and two maids. As soon as she stepped out, she saw an acquaintance coming out of the opposite room.

"What a coincidence! We met by chance before, and we didn't exchange names. I am Tao Qing, a metalworker from the Gong family. May I ask your name?"

The engineer piloting the Gundam looked quite serious, which left Feng Xue slightly speechless, but she still held onto the Yin-Yang symbol and said:

"I am Feng Xue from the Shenxiao School of Yin Yang School. I greet Brother Tao."

"No, no, Brother Feng, are you going to observe the 'Hundred Schools of Thought' gathering?" Tao Qing asked familiarly. Feng Xue was slightly taken aback, but fortunately, Little Bell was reliable and immediately whispered in his ear:
"This is the first stage of the Hundred Schools of Thought Contending, similar to a warm-up. When we came here before, those people giving speeches and performing talents on the street were doing 'Mingye,' which means showcasing their own school of thought to ordinary people and the students from other schools who were also attending the meeting. This was to make a name for themselves first, so that they wouldn't be ignored when the 'Scholarly Pavilion Contending' came later."

"I understand. Newcomers to the martial arts world always need to step up a few steps before participating in the martial arts tournament, right?"

Feng Xue thought to herself, and immediately replied:

"That's right. I'm not feeling well, so I decided to take a look first."

"That's what I was planning too, but I have too much stuff here that hasn't been delivered yet, so I can only look to others for now." Tao Qing flashed a smile, revealing her white teeth, and then added:

"I wonder how many doctors have arrived at this time..."

"Thank you for your concern, brother. My condition is not due to injury or illness, but rather the use of a secret technique. I only need to rest quietly for a few days to recover."

Feng Xue declined, but Tao Qing immediately realized that it might involve a unique secret technique, and that treating her might reveal it. She immediately cupped her hands and said:

"It's me, Meng Lang."

"It's alright." Feng Xue shook her head to indicate that it was fine, and the group walked together toward the street.

It had only been less than fifteen minutes since they entered and left the hotel, but several stalls had appeared on the street. Some had set up long tables to preach scriptures, while others had set up stages, resembling martial arts routines performances.

But the most outrageous thing was a sand table on the street corner, the size of a boxing ring, where thousands of tiny figures, no bigger than an index finger, were fighting each other. At each end of this ring, a young man was watching the sand table with tense expressions. Seeing Feng Xue's curiosity, Tao Qing immediately explained:

"This is the military strategy of manipulating soldiers. Although we can see the whole picture, the two sides in the battle can only see the area that their own soldiers can see. I think these two are probably the successors of the Military Formation School and the Military Yin-Yang School. These two schools often fight. This time, I guess they couldn't decide the winner in the debate, so they simply started fighting in the street!"

(End of this chapter)