Mortal: Traveling Between Two Realms with Mei Ning to Pick Up Trash

Do you know where Jiangcheng is?

The elderly people exchanged glances, their eyes filled with even deeper doubt.

Zhou Yu grew anxious and changed his question: "Then... what about Hangzhou? Shanghai? Beijing?"

The expressions of the elderly people changed from doubt to watching a monkey show.

Zhou Yu became even more anxious. Every time he mentioned a place name, he would gesture the shape of a city with his hands. The gestures became more and more outlandish. Finally, he simply started drawing on the ground, creating a crooked outline of a map of China and marking a dot in the approximate location.

The elderly people looked at each other in bewilderment.

One of the old men turned around and shouted behind him in a language that Zhou Yu couldn't understand at all. The tone was very varied, like singing.

It’s over.

Zhou Yu's heart sank.

Language barrier.

Undeterred, Zhou Yu tried to use hand gestures to explain "how I came to be," his movements becoming increasingly exaggerated, almost causing him to drop the calligraphy brush in his hand.

Several elderly people had already taken two steps back, their eyes filled with not only doubt but also a hint of wariness.

Just as Zhou Yu thought he might be kicked out as a madman, a voice came from afar.

"Grandpa Chen, what are you doing?"

They were speaking in a language he couldn't understand, but the voice was clear and crisp, like spring water hitting a rock.

Zhou Yu subconsciously looked up.

A woman wearing a light blue dress was walking from the direction of the village entrance, the sea breeze making the hem of her dress flutter slightly.

As the person approached, Zhou Yu's mind went blank.

He recognized the face.

He had been staring at the screen just a few hours earlier.

With willow-leaf eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes, she was delicate and gentle.

Zhou Yu stared blankly at the other person, his lips moved, and he murmured something.

"Mei...Mei Ning?"

Mei Ning noticed the strangely dressed man the moment she arrived.

"Who are you?" Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable sense of pressure.

Zhou Yu didn't understand a single word, but he couldn't care less about the language barrier.

He crossed.

He transmigrated into the world of "A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality".

Zhou Yu remembered that he was watching anime at home, and the latest episode ended with the old demon rejecting the two of them one after another.

"No—Mei Ning, say something!"

"That old devil is too ruthless."

And that was it.

Could it be that Han Tianzun used his supreme magic to teleport me here simply because I uttered a few curses?

He had only one thought in his mind: the cultivators in this world were ruthless killers, and even Old Demon Han lived cautiously. He, a mere mortal with no strength to even kill a chicken, probably wouldn't survive more than three episodes.

Mei Ning's expression darkened slightly when she saw him standing there blankly, staring at her without saying a word.

Although she was a rogue cultivator with low cultivation level, she was still a cultivator, and being stared at like this by a mortal made her somewhat displeased.

"Out-of-towner? Ordinary person?" she asked again, her tone now more scrutinizing.

Zhou Yu still couldn't understand, but he could sense the change in the other person's expression. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. Although he knew the other person wouldn't understand, he still had to say something: "My name is Zhou Yu. Where is this place?"

Mei Ning remained silent for a moment.

She sized up this strange mortal. His clothes and hairstyle were odd, but his eyes were clean and didn't seem to have any ill intentions. More importantly, there was no trace of spiritual energy emanating from him; he was a completely ordinary mortal.

An ordinary person, alone on this island, who doesn't even speak the local language.

They were either shipwrecked or thrown here.

The old men had long since retreated far away, standing at the village entrance whispering among themselves, glancing over every now and then with expressions that said, "This person is suspicious."

Mei Ning didn't say anything more, but turned around and waved to Zhou Yu.

Zhou Yu quickly followed.

Mei Ning led him to a bamboo house.

The house was small and simply furnished, but it was very clean.

"Sit down." Mei Ning pointed to a chair and sat down beside it.

Zhou Yu sat down obediently, his heart pounding with anxiety.

I never expected to transmigrate into the world of Mortal Cultivation. It feels like I'm meeting a celebrity in person. But I never imagined that the biggest challenge I'd face right after transmigrating would be how to communicate.

Mei Ning thought for a moment, then took out a book and handed it to Zhou Yu.

"These are the local language tips for the Chaotic Star Sea. Take a look," Mei Ning said. "You're just a mortal stranded here; you must have experienced quite a lot. Why don't you stay here for now?"

Zhou Yu took the book. Although he couldn't understand a single word, he knew that nodding was the right thing to do.

So he nodded vigorously and gave a grateful smile.

Mei Ning stood up and looked at Zhou Yu again.

Zhou Yu felt a little uneasy under her gaze. This girl looked gentle and kind in the anime, but when she stood in front of him in person, the oppressive aura that a cultivator naturally exuded was quite frightening.

Mei Ning turned and walked out, the bamboo door closing gently behind her.

Zhou Yu held the book, stunned for a long while.

So, I was... taken in by Mei Ning?

Let's take a look at the book first. After studying it for a while, Zhou Yu found that the book seemed to be a book that taught people how to pronounce words. It seemed to be the language of the Chaotic Star Sea.

"Alright then." Zhou Yu sighed. "The first lesson after transmigrating is learning a foreign language."

He tried to pronounce a few words, but his tongue seemed tied in knots, and he couldn't pronounce them accurately no matter what he tried. The language of the Chaotic Star Sea sounded a bit like a variant of some dialect, but it had completely different pronunciation rules, especially the guttural and nasal sounds, which sounded like he was talking with saliva in his mouth.

After repeating it more than ten times and still getting "Aba aba," Zhou Yu gave up.

He felt he needed to write it down; it was too much effort to just memorize it.

Turning my head, I saw a stack of rough paper and a small inkstone on the cabinet next to me.

I took out the calligraphy brush that came with me and copied the phonetic symbols from the book stroke by stroke on the paper, intending to memorize these marks first and then practice slowly.

After writing a few words, Zhou Yu felt the pen tip was a bit stiff, so he casually scribbled lightly on a blank area of ​​the paper, trying to wipe away the excess ink.

A sudden and unexpected change has occurred!

Where the brush stroked, the paper didn't leave an ink mark, but instead tore open.

It's not the kind of crack that's torn apart; it's a real, spatial crack.

Zhou Yu rubbed his eyes and looked at the cracks on the paper.

"What is this..." he murmured.

He moved closer and squinted into the crack. The blurry scene was like looking through frosted glass, and he couldn't see clearly, but he could vaguely make out some outlines. It looked like a battlefield with collapsed giant pillars and broken earth.

Zhou Yu's mind raced.

This calligraphy brush came with me from another world. Originally, it was just an ordinary brush that I used for painting, but in this world, it is clearly no longer an ordinary thing. Can it cut through space? Can it connect to another place?

Zhou Yu swallowed hard, tentatively extending his right hand and carefully probing two fingers into the crack.

A chill instantly spread from my fingertips to my entire arm.

But what bothered him even more was that his fingers had indeed touched something hard, cold, and irregularly shaped, like a small object.

Zhou Yu gritted his teeth, grabbed hard, and then abruptly pulled his hand back.

He opened his palm.

A small bag lay there.

Zhou Yu's heart skipped a beat.

Isn't this... a storage bag?

In other words, is the crack he just created on the other side of some place in the world of "A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality"? Or is it a completely different world?

Zhou Yu looked at the crack again. It was still there, but it seemed to be a little smaller than before, and the edges were slowly healing.

He quickly picked up a brush, thought for a moment, and then used the tip to trace the edge of the crack. Wherever the brush touched, the crack slowly closed up like a zipper, eventually disappearing completely without leaving any trace on the paper.

"My God," Zhou Yu stared at the calligraphy brush and storage bag in his hand, finally managing to utter a sentence after a long while, "This is... cheating?"

Can this calligraphy brush open a passage between two worlds? Doesn't that mean it can travel back and forth? Or at least take things from the other side?

Thinking of this, Zhou Yu suddenly became a little excited.

As a mere mortal in this dog-eat-dog world of cultivation, he couldn't even hope to reach the Foundation Establishment stage, let alone the Core Formation stage. Those ancient demons who had lived for thousands of years could kill a person as easily as crushing an ant.

But it's different now.

This calligraphy brush is his cheat code. Although he doesn't know how powerful it is or how to use it, at least he has found a path that others don't have.

Zhou Yu took a deep breath, carefully put the storage bag into his pocket, and also put away the calligraphy brush.

Learn the language first.

He can't open the storage bag right now; that requires spiritual power, and as a mortal, he doesn't even know what spiritual power feels like.

First, you need to survive in this world, learn to speak, understand the situation, and then slowly study the secrets of this calligraphy brush.

Zhou Yu sat back down at the table, opened the language book, and took a deep breath.

"Ah—oh—uh—"

Inside the bamboo house, the eerie voice of a modern person earnestly learning a foreign language rang out, creating a strange harmony with the occasional sound of waves crashing outside the window.