The 18th year of the Da Yong reign: The beginning of the story involves rescuing revolutionaries.

There are two days left until the ten-day deadline.

But Wang Zhi was no longer in a hurry; his state of mind had changed.

Wang Zhi has never slacked off in his daily cultivation, and his current experience points in his cultivation technique have reached 51/22/100.

He boarded the train back to Zhaoyang City. This time, he bought the ticket himself, a third-class seat with a hardwood bench for one qian of silver.

Save what you should save and spend what you should spend.

Even for this third-class seat, not many people can afford it.

Therefore, a few people were sitting scattered on the bench.

There were men in suits and ties, scholars in blue robes, and wealthy merchants dressed in fine silks and satins.

There were also two people dressed like Wang Zhi, who were clearly martial artists.

The most eye-catching of them all was a blond, blue-eyed foreigner.

Wang Zhi scrutinized the other person carefully, especially their face, until the other person seemed to sense something and turned around to look at him. Only then did he belatedly look away.

He whistled and looked out the window to hide his embarrassment.

The reason he was staring at the other person wasn't because he'd never seen a foreigner before, but because he was sensitive enough to compare the other person's appearance with the famous characters from the game storyline he remembered, and realized that the other person was none of the people he knew.

But it seemed a bit too late; the foreigner had become interested in him.

Reina stood up from the bench and walked to Wang Zhi's side: "Hello, is this seat empty?"

Wang Zhi was surprised to learn that they could even speak their language and shook his head.

The foreigner sat down and said, "My name is Reina, a missionary from the Western Kingdom. And you?"

Wang Zhi, who was initially not keen on engaging with the other party, became instantly interested upon hearing that he was from the Western Kingdom and a missionary: "Wang Luoyun."

"Mr. Wang, you've been observing me all along, haven't you? Are you also interested in the Lord's teachings?" Reina said, pulling a necklace from around her neck.

Wang Zhi stared intently, his eyes flickering slightly.

The chain was a mechanical gear, made of metal, and gleaming with silver light.

He recognized the symbol; clearly, the Westerner before him was a member of the Tian Shu sect.

He equally loathed everyone in the Tian Shu Sect.

But he knew that he would be dealing with people from this sect for quite some time to come.

Wang Zhi calmly said, "I wasn't observing you. I was just staring at your window, lost in thought. If I offended you, I'm truly sorry."

"As for your Lord's teachings, I neither understand them nor am interested in them."

Reina said with a regretful expression, "That's a real shame. If you could learn more about my lord, you would also devoutly believe in him. I can tell that Mr. Wang is a warrior. Warriors in your Dayong all pursue great power, which does not conflict with some of my lord's teachings."

"My Lord will enable you to go faster and further on this path. This is my business card. If Mr. Wang ever thinks things through, you can come and find me." With that, Reina handed over a card made of Western paper.

"Isn't your master all about the suffering of flesh and blood, and the mechanical ascension?" Wang Zhi thought to himself. He knew the Tian Shu sect in the game better than anyone else.

However, he did not refuse the business card that Reina handed him. After Reina took it, he smiled and nodded slightly before returning to his seat and sitting quietly.

Rena Bryce.

The followers of the Tian Shu sect reside at the Zhaoyang City Inspectorate.

The two simple lines of information on the business card made Wang Zhi take another look at the other person before finally putting the business card away.

This address reminded Wang Zhi of Pastor Ingis; the two must know each other.

However, Wang Zhi had no recollection of either the person in front of him or Pastor Ingis; they were people who could not leave their mark in the game's storyline.

Or perhaps it exists only in obscure side quests, as a minor detail, even overlooked by story-driven players like Wang Zhi.

About half an hour later, the train bell rang.

"Zhaoyang Station has arrived, Zhaoyang Station has arrived."

Wang Zhi was the last to get off the train. After seeing that missionary Reina also got off at this stop, he followed suit.

He needed to board a cargo ship in Zhaoyang to return to Liuzhou.

This train cannot reach Liuzhou County.

Wang Zhi casually hailed a rickshaw and asked the driver, "When do the boats to Liuzhou County depart the most recently?"

"Oh, then we'll have to wait a while." The coachman glanced at the sun and said, "It's 1-3 PM now. In an hour, at 3-5 PM, the cargo ship of the Southwest United Chamber of Commerce will be heading to Guping Province and will definitely pass through Liuzhou."

"Besides, there are also many small fast boats going to Liuzhou during the Shenshi hour, because the water bandits of the Eighteen Docks were wiped out by the nameless hero, and now small merchants also choose to take that waterway."

The rickshaw drivers who spend all day in the city know these things best.

"Oh?" Wang Zhi hadn't expected that he was involved in this. He immediately sat down in the man's car and said, "Come on, isn't the Shen family recruiting talents? Let's go take a look. And while you're at it, tell me about that nameless hero who wiped out the Eighteen Docks bandits."

"Alright, buckle up, sir. You've come to the right person for this." The driver sprang into action: "That day, the sky was overcast. The great hero was dressed in black, wielding a sword, while the bandit leader, nicknamed Fathead Fish, carried a large axe. The two fought fiercely, the river's flow halted, and they battled for seventy or eighty moves before the great hero finally beheaded him with a single stroke."

"How majestic it was! To be honest, my family was poor when I was young, so I couldn't afford to practice martial arts. Many years later, a wandering Taoist priest examined me and said that I had good aptitude, but I was too old to achieve anything in martial arts."

"Alas, what a pity that the world has lost a rare hero and gained a dispensable coachman."

The driver sighed, then suddenly turned half his face back mysteriously, glancing at Wang Zhi out of the corner of his eye, and said, "There's a secret I haven't told anyone. The day the hero got off the boat, he was taking the head to the yamen to claim his reward, and he rode in my carriage."

"Our car has also been tainted with chivalry. I'm no longer up to it. My biggest wish in this life is to raise my son to be a true and upright martial artist."

"Sir, you've also caught this chivalrous spirit today. Coming to the Shen family, you're sure to have all your wishes fulfilled." After saying this, he gradually slowed down his pace: "Alright, we've arrived. 15 coins." The driver stopped the carriage in a bustling market area, where a crowd of people was packed together, shouting and making a great commotion.

Wang Zhi got out of the carriage, took out a piece of silver from his pocket, and threw it into the driver's money bag: "Chivalry, chivalry is good, you will surely be able to raise your son to be a good person."

"Oh my, sir, you've given me such a large piece of silver. I'll have to give you change." The coachman looked at the silver and estimated it was more than a qian (a unit of weight), which was over a hundred wen (another unit of currency).

"I'm not looking anymore. You told a good story, here's a reward." Wang Zhi smiled, waved, and walked towards the bustling crowd.

This arena is set up on the long street directly opposite the Shen family compound.

It wasn't originally a bustling area; it only became one because of what happened these past few days.

In front of the Shen family's side gate, a mahogany square table was set up, and several stewards and guards were maintaining order. It was said that the results of the guard team captain's case would be announced today.

There were also long lines of people registering.

Wang Zhi didn't rush to squeeze around the arena, but instead went to the table.

"Line up, line up." The steward, wearing a melon-shaped hat, waved his hand impatiently as Wang Zhi approached.

Wang Zhi nimbly took out a silver coin and quietly handed it to the steward, saying, "I'm not registering, but I'd like to inquire about someone, my distant cousin Zhang Dafa. Has he been hired by your esteemed household?"

"Who, Zhang Dafa?" The manager raised an eyebrow. If it were anyone else, with countless people coming every day, he really wouldn't remember and would have to look it up in the notebook. But the name Zhang Dafa instantly stirred up some memories for him.

Wang Zhi nodded: "Yes."

"He doesn't know what's good for him. He offended the young lady, got his leg broken, and was thrown out. He's probably begging on the street now. You're his cousin, which is perfect. Go find him and talk some sense into him."

Click! Wang Zhi clenched his right fist instantly: "What did I advise him to do?"

"What should we advise him to do?" The steward scoffed. "Of course, we should advise him, a peasant, not to go against powerful and wealthy families."

"The Shen family is not someone he can afford to offend."