"You're transported to another world at the same time? What the hell is King Arthur?"

The World of Uncle Nine.

Zhang Tian opened his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the knowledge in his mind was not false or a nightmare.

Born into this chaotic world, he originally only wanted to gain some power and wealth, then quickly amassed some fortune and went abroad to become a superior person and enjoy life.

Now that he possesses extraordinary abilities, he naturally intends to climb higher, take on more responsibilities, gain more power, and seek out more valuable things related to cultivation.

Zhang Tian first circulated the domineering internal energy modified from the domineering true qi from the Joy of Life world. Because he only had the Golden Cicada talent and not Arthur's healing talent, he could not cultivate the quick-to-learn Evil-Repelling Sword Technique.

We have no choice but to start from scratch.

Fortunately, he had cultivation experience from several other worlds and an enhanced, terrifying comprehension ability, so he quickly mastered the basics of the domineering internal energy technique. When the familiar feeling of energy circulated within his body, joy was already evident on his face.

After all, as long as he has internal strength, it means that his lower limit in this world is stable.

Followed by.

Zhang Tian then tested the new hero talent awakened by King Zhang Tian, ​​namely the talent of Golden Cicada. He first put his hands together and silently recited, "Brocade Robe, bless my body."

A layer of golden treasure robe appeared on the outside of his body.

This precious garment is dazzling, but it is not the kind of energy-absorbing shield that provides all-around protection; it can only be used to protect the body and reduce damage.

This protective garment can reduce most of the fatal damage. In other words, even if an ordinary person wears this garment, they would need to be shot three or four times in succession to die immediately from a penetrating fatal bullet wound.

And it was a fatal wound that struck right on the forehead!

If this happened on the battlefield, the enemy commander would probably curse and call you a monster if he saw you survived three or four shells and were still jumping around.

Zhang Tian tested the treasure armor a few times, but he wasn't too interested. After all, as others had said, it wasn't a shield that could absorb damage; it was just a way to reduce damage and withstand a few more beatings.

He mainly focused on the Tightening Curse. He opened his palm, and a golden halo condensed in his palm, which could move around according to his thoughts and land beside him at any time.

This headband doesn't look very big.

It's only slightly larger than a person's two feet.

Once you trap your opponent, it will make it difficult for them to move, as if they are wearing shoes that are too tight. They will not be able to move very fast at all, which is specifically designed to counter those who rely on agility or lightness skills.

"I just remembered that Zhang Tian from The Smiling, Proud Wanderer was apparently hunting down Tian Boguang. If the other party also had the Golden Cicada talent, he would probably scare him to death."

Zhang Tian played with it, feeling somewhat regretful, because he thought that this halo could only be used to trap people, and could not be used for causal techniques like those of Miyamoto Musashi. If it could trap any flying object, that would be interesting.

Even if the opponent uses supernatural powers and magic.

Just throw a light ring over it.

Those supernatural powers and spells were immobilized, unable to move at all.

It's ridiculous to think about.

This tight aura doesn't offer much of a boost in combat. Just like Arthur's silence skill, it can only be used to catch opponents off guard. Once the opponent is prepared, the skill's effect is greatly reduced.

However, Zhang Tian didn't care. After all, he had King Zhang Tian awaken the Golden Cicada hero template because of the latter's innate Buddhist cultivation talent. As long as he had strong cultivation aptitude, everything would be fine.

After tidying up for a while, Zhang Tian...

He went out and went straight to Commander Long's room. As soon as he entered, he saw the other man smoking dejectedly, looking quite distressed.

He knew perfectly well that although the other party called himself a commander-in-chief, he only had a few thousand men under his command. The daily food and drink expenses, the monthly military pay, the consumption of guns and ammunition for each training session and battle, and the daily maintenance costs were all exorbitant amounts.

Everything requires money.

With money and military pay, you're the commander-in-chief!

If you have no money or military pay, you're a deadbeat who'll be shot on the spot!

"General, congratulations on your fortune!"

"Damn it, I'm so poor I'm practically eating dirt, how could I possibly make a fortune?"

Commander Long rubbed his bald head, feeling extremely depressed, and grumbled to himself. But then he heard some good news from Zhang Tian.

Zhang Tian then launched into his masterful deception, "General, I heard a rumor that some foreigner, I don't know if he's gone mad, actually went to faraway Egypt to collect mummies, and he's paying a fortune for them! He says that if you grind them up and use them in medicine, they can cure all diseases, restore youth, and grant immortality!"

"What's so special about that Auntie Mu? How come it's so potent? Eating it cures diseases, makes you youthful, and grants immortality—it's even more delicious than the flesh of Tang Sanzang!"

Commander Long became curious.

When he learned that the mummy wasn't some kind of aunt, but rather the Western term for a dried-up corpse, he nearly dropped his pipe in shock. "Those foreigners eat that stuff? Are they out of their minds? They're idiots."

"Hehe, foreigners, they just like that kind of thing. They have that in Egypt, and we have it here too, and it's even functional."

"Has your brain gotten full of shit?"

"We won't eat it! We can pack it up and sell it to foreigners. I heard that one of those things is worth over a thousand silver dollars now."

"What is this thing?"

Commander Long initially dismissed it, but when he heard that one of those things cost over a thousand silver dollars, he was immediately dumbfounded. "My goodness! That's more expensive than buying a machine gun! What a spendthrift!"

Upon hearing that zombies were expensive, Commander Long's eyes lit up as if a sudden enlightenment had been unlocked. He slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "Oh, I remember now! No wonder that sounded so familiar! Isn't that a zombie?"

He had a good friend back then.

His surname is Lin.

Its name is Douchi Ying.

He went to Maoshan to become a Taoist priest, saying that if he succeeded in his cultivation, he could help the villagers catch ghosts and zombies.

He immediately put Zhang Tian in charge of the matter, instructing Zhang Tian to lead his men to find that Taoist priest surnamed Lin and see if they could bring back two zombies to trade with that stupid foreigner, turning trash into treasure and making a profit from that big foreigner.

Got it!

Zhang Tian easily gained command. He selected a few acquaintances and soon led a team of dozens of people to Renjia Town.

"Boss, the mortuary is just ahead."

Zhang Tian opened the car door and got out. Before he even entered the mortuary, he saw Uncle Nine and Simu fighting zombies.

A group of zombies were jumping around in the yard.

One of them even jumped towards them.

Startled, Uncle Nine and Four Eyes cried out repeatedly, "Watch out!"

Zhang Tian wasn't afraid at all. He pointed his finger and shouted "Stop!" A golden circle appeared under the zombie's feet, causing it to jump up on the spot.

"What kind of supernatural power or magic is this?"

Uncle Nine and Four Eyes had never seen anything like it before, and they were extremely surprised, but they soon received the answer that made their hearts race.

"What kind of supernatural power or magic? Isn't that something you're born with? You just clap your hands and it comes out."

Zhang Tian feigned doubt, giving him a quick glance, "You don't even understand this? Are you fake Maoshan Taoist priests?"

Four-Eyed Taoist Priest: ...

Uncle Nine: ...

Oh no! I've become a fake Taoist priest?!