I Can Recognize Everything, But the Information is Wrong

"Just hold on for a few more days, and it'll be the beginning of the month!"

Tian Lin sat beside the young boy and said to the little girl:

"Once the new month starts, and you find a good family, your brother can feel at ease to seek survival elsewhere."

At this moment, the young boy had fainted from hunger. Fortunately, Tian Lin saved him and shared some food with him; otherwise, the boy would have died.

During the days when the boy was unconscious, Tian Lin took care of the little girl.

But it wasn't that Lang Guan and the second-in-command were heartless, unwilling to help the sibling pair. The truth was, their leftover food was scarce, unlike Tian Lin, who never had to worry about starving.

The two did not stop Tian Lin from sharing his rations with the siblings, nor did they take any for themselves, which was already a sign of kindness.

"Brother Tian, as long as you can save my brother, I will definitely repay you. I... I can be your concubine."

The little girl said this, but Tian Lin didn't take it seriously. For one, her brother had said the same thing.

However, her brother obviously wouldn't live long enough to repay Tian Lin.

Secondly, this place was an illusion, and Tian Lin would eventually leave, never waiting for their repayment.

——

"This is definitely not an illusion."

In the mountains ablaze, an old man held a sword, and the fire originated from the sword's blade.

"If this isn't an illusion, then what is it?"

A voice identical to the old man's sounded, yet it came from the hilt of the sword.

"This is the real world from ten thousand years ago; we have entered temporal turbulence."

"Are you kidding me? Can this sword connect times? Do you really think it's an Immortal Sword?"

The voice from the sword's hilt sounded particularly indignant—

The old man was none other than the sect master of the Sword Sect, and the sword in his hand was his life-bound Magical Treasure, a top-grade Dao Artifact.

The sect master of the Sword Sect entered the Heavenly Gate with his Dao Artifact, and unlike Tian Lin and others, this Divinity Transformation expert's cultivation was not suppressed; in this world, he remained an expert in Divinity Transformation.

"It probably doesn't have the ability to connect times, but this time-space has been anchored by it.

So, it can't bring people to other time periods, but it can bring people into this historical world."

After the old man finished speaking, his life-bound Dao Artifact shouted, "Why talk so much? Quickly head to the Central State, take your useless elders, and leave here sooner!"

——

"I figure, it won't be long before we have a chance to leave here."

It was already the beginning of the month, and Lang Guan and the second-in-command were delighted with the reappearance of the long-missing Hear-the-Rain Master.

The old man brought a small bag of buckwheat and a few buns, which were the kind of food Qi Refiners would never lower themselves to eat, but now even Golden Core Cultivators were reluctant to consume such delicacies.

"I heard from Wang An that in two months, the court plans to find a way to move the entire Capital City to another world to escape the disaster.

Which means we must find a way to become legitimate residents and blend into the Capital City within two months."

Tian Lin held the buckwheat but was not in a hurry to stuff it in his mouth.

He asked the old man, "The Capital City is so large, how can it be moved to another world?"

"The Daqi Dynasty has ruled the world for countless years, with an unknown number of Divinity Transformation experts ascending. These experts became Immortals—being in heaven, how could they not think of their descendants? With the help of these Immortals, moving the Capital City is not a problem."

Hear-the-Rain Master spoke with certainty, but in Tian Lin's mind, he suspected even if the old man wasn't lying to him, there were still some secrets hidden within his words.

"To obtain a Capital City residency and successfully move into the Capital, at least Golden Core Cultivation is needed. I am only at the Late-stage Foundation Establishment, and I'm not an aristocratic family member of this world, how can I gain residence in the Capital City?"

The old man patted Tian Lin's shoulder, saying, "You and I have sworn brotherhood before Houtu. Even if I must try my best, I will help you—"

Tian Lin thought, when the time comes and 'trying your best' still can't help me, can you then justifiably abandon me? Thus, Houtu wouldn't punish you either.

Transporting logs at the beginning of the month didn't take too much time, so Hear-the-Rain Master couldn't stay outside the manor for long.

Fortunately, the food he brought out was enough to sustain Lang Guan and the second-in-command for another month.

When the old man left, Lang Guan approached Tian Lin and said, "What did big brother tell you?"

Tian Lin didn't hide it and told him about the impending plan for the Capital City to move to another world. Lang Guan couldn't help but say, "In that case, what about us mortals outside the Capital City?"

Tian Lin wasn't from this world, so he couldn't feel Lang Guan's despair.

He could only comfort, "Heaven will not abandon a person—besides, when the Capital City moves, the court might leave the unused food for those who remain—"

He didn't even believe his own words, but what else could he say?

What Tian Lin was now suspicious of, was whether the method to leave this illusion was truly to enter the Capital City and then follow it to another world?

If that were the case, what would be his own way out?

In the following two days, the manor gates remained shut, and the siblings still couldn't see their mother.

These days, the siblings survived solely on Tian Lin's rations.

A few days later, the gate of Spice Manor suddenly opened.

Not only Spice Manor, but the gates of various villages and manors, which had previously been tightly secured, were now open for trading.

Someone spread the news that in a few days the court would provide disaster relief, and those Foundation Establishment and Golden Core Hua Hualang were to gather in the suburbs outside the Capital City.

Tian Lin was a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, but he didn't rush to the outer city for porridge and rice. His two sworn brothers only had Qi Refinement cultivation, so they weren't eligible to enjoy the court's porridge, and they didn't go to the outer city either.

However, with Spice Manor's gate open, Hear-the-Rain Master could frequently enter and leave the manor to meet with Tian Lin and the others.

"For the Capital City to move, a great array needs to be set up. This kind of array requires the flesh and blood of thousands of cultivation experts to penetrate into the Spirit Realm.

So the porridge distribution outside the city is a sham, and luring those Golden Core Cultivators to their deaths is the true goal."

The old man warned Tian Lin, "You must not go to the outer city. If you really can't endure the hunger, tell me, I will help you find something to eat."

Tian Lin believed what the old man said and he wouldn't go to the outer city for a bite of cold rice.

"I have found the little ones' mother. Tonight, they will follow me into the manor. But whether they will be accepted depends on their mother's ability."

A few days ago, Hear-the-Rain Master, at Tian Lin's request, found the siblings' biological mother.

The mother of the siblings was still alive, yet due to her age and faded looks, she wasn't taken as a concubine but worked as a chore maid for the masters.

The mother's situation was not good, but when she heard her children were looking for her, she was eager to ask the old man to bring them into the manor to see her.

"You two follow us, and there's little chance for survival. Here's some food for you; if you can't stay in the manor, you can come out and seek survival once again."

Tian Lin gave the siblings all the food he had. He knew this food was not much help to them, for in this end-of-world scenario, ordinary people were destined not to survive.

But giving this food to the siblings was better than wasting it in his hands. He himself was not lacking in food, but others didn't know that.