Crossover anime/manga, immediately transmigrated after death

He turned to look at the third door, where a piece of paper was pasted.

There were a few lines written on the paper:

Name: Zhang Yang

[Place of Origin: Taiping Heavenly Kingdom]

[Family Background: A scholarly family from Yangzhou; the father was a merchant who traveled extensively throughout Western countries. The family fortunes declined three years ago, and both parents passed away.]

[Encounter: Due to his fluency in four Western and Thai languages, he was recognized by followers of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom and hired as a translator. He accompanied the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom delegation to England to seek support.]

[Current situation: The mission has arrived in London, just in time for the opening of the World's Fair. Your superiors have ordered you to first visit the venue and familiarize yourself with Western customs and practices in preparation for subsequent negotiations.]

[Assets: Moderately wealthy. Has several banknotes, £300 in a British bank account, and a long-term ticket to the World's Fair.]

After reading it, Zhang Yang remained silent for a moment.

Taiping Heavenly Kingdom?

He looked up at the words on the door, then looked down at the words on the paper.

1851.

London.

World's Fair.

Okay, okay, in the last world we went to the Ming Empire, in this world we went to the Qing Dynasty.

Alas, the Ming and Qing dynasties were truly a pair of star-crossed lovers.

but……

"The translation of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom?"

Zhang Yang scratched his head.

This identity is quite interesting.

Historically, the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom did have contact with Western powers, and Hong Xiuquan did indeed claim to be the brother of Jesus... Well, there are too many points to discuss here.

He was about to push the door open when he suddenly remembered something.

"Wait, is there something else we haven't done?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he peeled off a page of a book that was pasted on the second world gate.

Settlement

[Current World: Honkai Impact 3rd - The Era of the Broken Sword of Shenzhou]

Survival time: Approximately ten days

[Main Experiences: Meeting Li Sushang, Encountering the Jinsha Gang, The Battle of the City, A Chance Encounter with Ma Feima, Meeting Cheng Ling Shuang, Learning the Inch Heart Fist Technique]

[Settlement in progress...]

The words on the page flickered, then coalesced into a new line:

[Acquired Talent: Serendipitous Encounter in the Martial World (Purple)]

[Effect: You will unexpectedly encounter a beautiful girl in the martial arts world]

Zhang Yang stared at the line of text for five seconds.

"..."

He took a deep breath.

"The name of this talent doesn't sound very respectable."

Moreover, the description of the effects is also very subtle.

"Encountering a beautiful girl by chance" sounds like some kind of passive skill that triggers automatically.

The question is, what's the use of this?

"First published on 705u.com - Book Club"

"First published on 705u.com - Book Club"

Is this art style appropriate?

Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. I need to get the current issue sorted out first.

Zhang Yang reached out and pushed open the wooden door.

A white light surged out from behind the door and engulfed him.

A moment of disorientation.

The cacophony of voices, music, horses' hooves, and wheels came from afar, mingling together like a pot of boiling stew.

The smell of coal smoke, perfume, food, horse manure...

Yes, this tastes authentic, just like 19th-century London.

Finally, there's the visual aspect.

Zhang Yang opened his eyes.

The sight before him made him pause for a moment.

It was a huge glass building, a palace made entirely of glass and a steel frame.

Sunlight streams through the glass dome, creating dappled light and shadow inside the room.

The building's interior is shaded by green trees, with fountains flowing, and various stalls and booths lined up along winding paths. People dressed in all sorts of clothes stroll through it, including British gentlemen in suits, ladies in gorgeous dresses, and foreign visitors in traditional costumes from various countries.

Zhang Yang stood at the entrance and looked down at himself.

Wearing a dark blue, modernized Hanfu with a clean cut, without the cumbersome feel of a long robe or mandarin jacket.

The fabric was of the finest silk, the cuffs were tapered, and a black belt was tied around the waist, from which hung a purse embroidered with cloud patterns.

Hmm, he looks like a rich man's son.

wrong.

He touched the back of his head.

Her hair is short.

Zhang Yang frowned.

It's understandable that the people of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom didn't have queues, since the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom originally opposed the Manchu rule, so it would be strange for them to have queues.

But why does he have short hair?

Moreover, this hairstyle doesn't look like a traditional Han Chinese hairstyle; it looks more like a modern short haircut.

Forget it.

Now is not the time to dwell on this.

He looked up at the glass palace in front of him.

World's Fair.

1851.

His gaze swept across the venue and landed in one direction.

There was a booth there with a dragon flag hanging on it.

The Qing Dynasty's booth.

Zhang Yang strode over.

Along the way, he saw many novel things.

British steam locomotive models, French textile machinery, American harvesters, Indian ivory carvings... a dazzling array of ingenious crafts is on display.

However, there weren't many people at the Qing Dynasty's booth.

The booth was small, displaying some porcelain, silk, tea, and a few calligraphy and paintings.

The Chinese people in charge of the booth were dressed in Hanfu (traditional Han Chinese clothing) and had their hair styled in traditional Han Chinese headdresses and buns.

This is interesting.

Zhang Yang adjusted his hat slightly to prevent them from noticing that he had short hair, then stepped forward and greeted them in Chinese: "Greetings, everyone."

The Chinese men looked up at him and noticed that he was wearing a hat, unlike the usual short-haired thieves who didn't wear headbands. They breathed a sigh of relief.

One of the older men bowed slightly and said, "Greetings, young master. May I ask who you are...?"

"My name is Zhang Yang, from Yangzhou. I'm here in England on business." Zhang Yang returned the greeting with a cupped hand. "May I ask... why don't you gentlemen have queues?"

The middle-aged man paused for a moment, then laughed: "Young master is joking. The Qing Dynasty abolished queues a hundred years ago. Who still keeps that thing now?"

Zhang Yang: "..."

He felt like his brain had short-circuited for a moment.

Did they abolish the queue a hundred years ago?

Are you kidding me?

“Sir,” Zhang Yang tried to make his tone sound less shocked, “could you elaborate? I… have lived abroad for a long time and don’t know much about things in China.”

The middle-aged man nodded and sighed, "It's a long story; it happened during the Qianlong era."

"Qianlong?"

"Yes." The middle-aged man lowered his voice. "You should know about the Five Hells Holy Sect, right?"

I've never heard of this lousy sect.

Furthermore, it's strange that the characters for "prison" and "saint" are put together. Is this really not some kind of cult from the mountains?

"I know a little." Zhang Yang nodded, pretending to know, "But it was during the Qianlong era, fifty years ago, when I was only fifteen..."

The middle-aged man laughed and said, "It's normal that you don't know."

"Back then, the leader of the Five Prisons Holy Sect became the leader of the martial arts alliance, calling on all martial arts practitioners to join in the great cause and launching a massive uprising that the imperial court could not suppress."

The middle-aged man paused, his voice even lower: "The allied forces swept through the Manchu cities and reached the outskirts of the capital. Emperor Qianlong entered, opened the city gates wide, invited all the heroes into the city, and presented a large amount of evidence to claim that he was actually a Han Chinese."

"what?"

"Emperor Qianlong publicly announced that he was actually a descendant of Hong Chengchou and should not have been surnamed Aisin Gioro in the first place." The middle-aged man's words seemed to be a recollection: "Three generations of them wanted to change back to Han surnames, but they had no choice but to endure it because the Tartars were strong and powerful."

"He immediately changed his surname back to Han, ordered the forced relocation of Manchus to the area outside the Great Wall, and restored the Han people's clothing and customs."

"From then on, the Great Qing Empire became the Great Qing Empire of the Han people."

Zhang Yang stood there, his mind blank.

The middle-aged man was still talking, but he couldn't hear anything anymore.

Only one sentence kept echoing in my mind:

what?

Is the unofficial history actually true?

Chapter Nineteen: Your Romance Has Been Launched

When Zhang Yang walked out of the glass palace, it was already dark.

It's still early, a little after three in the afternoon.

Unfortunately, the fog in London was thick.

A thick yellow fog rolled in from the direction of the Thames, as if something was boiling underwater, with steam rising in plumes.

The fog and soot mingled together, turning into a murky yellowish-brown that enveloped the entire city.

Zhang Yang stood on the steps of the glass palace, looking at the scene before him, and remained silent for a few seconds.

how to say.

Nineteenth-century London was nicknamed "Foggy City," and the fog was actually a product of industrial pollution.

Most people know this.

Knowing is one thing, but actually standing inside is another.