Chapter 43: Flames Amid Blossoms

Several days later, after hunting a few monsters in the wilderness, Wang Kun finally earned enough money to purchase the Water of Life.

As a powerful council member, Wang Kun would never pay the full price of thirty billion for the Water of Life. Instead, he bought five portions, each costing only twenty billion.

Once he obtained the Water of Life, Wang Kun immediately handed one portion to Luo Feng. Naturally, Luo Feng was deeply grateful for this gesture.

A few days later, in the Mingyue Community, within the villa where Luo Feng resided, Luo Hua—Luo Feng’s younger brother and the cosmic stock god of the Devouring Starry Sky world—stood up ahead of schedule.

In early October, Wang Kun boarded an intelligent fighter jet and flew to the Australian continent that morning. He brought Xia Tian, who had been training there for half a month, back to the base city.

During those two weeks, Xia Tian fought continuously against monsters, advancing from an intermediate war god to a high-level war god.

On October 16th, as the new cooldown for traversing ended, Wang Kun composed himself and immediately connected with the system to open a new world instance.

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Parallel World, coastal Jiangsu-Zhejiang region.

Wang Kun, dressed in modern casual attire, appeared in a modest bamboo grove.

"Flames and Blossoms? Rescuing the American Flying Tigers?"

After reading the information about the world instance displayed in his mind, Wang Kun reflected carefully and instantly understood the nature of this world.

This world was set during World War II, at the time when America began its massive bombing campaign against the Japanese invaders. The plot of this instance centered on American pilots who, after bombing the enemy, crash-landed in China and were saved by the local villagers despite great danger.

Beyond the main storyline, what pained Wang Kun most was the fate of Yingzi, a simple-hearted girl who helped an American pilot escape, only to die tragically at the hands of the Japanese invaders.

After briefly recalling the plot of this instance, Wang Kun summoned Xia Tian with a thought.

"Master!" Xia Tian, dressed in black combat gear, appeared instantly at Wang Kun’s side.

"This world is set in the WWII era. Change your clothes accordingly, and from now on, we’ll refer to ourselves as husband and wife in public."

Except for her inner garments, Xia Tian’s outerwear and shoes were all transformed from her Black God suit. Upon hearing Wang Kun’s instructions, her black combat attire shifted and became a cheongsam from the Republican era.

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Her long legs and delicate curves danced before Wang Kun’s eyes.

"No cheongsam—make it simpler, like mine," Wang Kun said. His casual clothes shifted, transforming into a modest Zhongshan suit.

Seeing this, Xia Tian, ever the assassin, quickly mimicked his style, changing her somewhat revealing cheongsam into a style similar to Wang Kun’s.

"Master, is this acceptable?"

"Close enough." After inspecting Xia Tian’s new look, Wang Kun led the way, with Xia Tian following, toward the direction he sensed.

Soon, Wang Kun spotted, from a distance, a humble girl carrying a basket along a mountain bamboo path.

"That must be Yingzi, and she looks so familiar," he thought.

In this world, Yingzi’s features were uncannily similar to Su Yunqin and Yu Ji’s Plan. Though she wore no makeup and dressed in coarse homespun, her stunning beauty could not be concealed.

Wang Kun quickened his pace, approaching Yingzi.

"Hello, miss, could you tell me how far it is to the nearest village?"

Perhaps because Xia Tian accompanied him, Yingzi showed no fear of strangers. "Follow this road for five miles and you’ll reach it," she replied.

"Thank you. Are you from the nearby village as well?" Wang Kun smiled and continued, "Do you know if there are any vacant houses? My wife and I wish to settle here for a while."

Yingzi glanced hesitantly at Wang Kun and Xia Tian. "I’m not sure. You’d need to ask the village chief."

"In that case, would you mind leading us to him?"

"Come with me, then," Yingzi said. She was heading home anyway, and seeing they were husband and wife and seemed decent, she did not refuse.

Along the way, Wang Kun chatted with Yingzi, breaking the ice. Xia Tian, prompted by Wang Kun, also engaged her in conversation.

Though Xia Tian was an assassin, she had mastered the art of disguise. At this moment, she appeared completely harmless and approachable.

After about half an hour, a rustic village came into view.

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The village was sizeable, with a courtyard and a school.

Though Yingzi was supposed to return home for chores, she first brought Wang Kun and Xia Tian to the village chief.

The chief, a man in his thirties, recognized that Wang Kun and Xia Tian were cultured city folk.

"Chief, these two are a married couple from Shanghai, looking for a place to stay in the village. That’s why I brought them to you," Yingzi explained.

"Hello, Chief. I’m Wang Kun, and this is my wife Xia Tian. We’re from Shanghai. Could you help us find a house in the village? We’d like to stay for a while."

"No need for formalities, Mr. Wang. There are vacant houses, though some are a bit rundown. If you don’t mind, I’ll show you," the chief replied.

"Thank you, Chief," Wang Kun smiled.

About an hour later, the chief led Wang Kun to a fairly decent house beside the school. It had originally been prepared for schoolteachers, and one room was still available.

After inspecting the house, they encountered the teacher just as he finished his lesson.

"Mr. Jun, these are Mr. Wang and his wife from Shanghai," the chief introduced.

"Mr. Wang and your esteemed wife, you’ve come from Shanghai?" Mr. Jun, besides being the teacher, was also a member of the local guerrilla force. Seeing Wang Kun and Xia Tian, he began to speculate about their identities and purpose.

"Yes, my wife and I come from Shanghai."

"Shanghai is quite far from here. Traveling such a distance under the Japanese occupation must have been difficult."

"It wasn’t too bad—just some minor troubles."

Through this brief exchange, Mr. Jun grew increasingly curious about the couple’s background. He was certain they had a purpose for coming to the village and wondered if they might be comrades-in-arms, prompting him to seek more information.

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