Chapter 1: The Grand Duke

For this new transmigration, Wang Bo was actually bewildered, because he hadn't prepared for it at all, and when he came to his senses, he found that he had already transmigrated.

This time, Wang Bo had transmigrated into an ancient world, and moreover, a Western ancient world. As for what this world was really like, Wang Bo wasn't too clear.

The person Wang Bo had now replaced was actually the duke of a small country.

From the residual information left by this duke, Wang Bo learned that there were many countries around this small one, such as the Kingdom of Hibiscus, the Kingdom of Selje, the Kingdom of Zaragoza, the Kingdom of Xuna, the Kingdom of White Chrysanthemum, and so on.

Among them, the Kingdom of Zaragoza should be the more powerful one among these kingdoms.

But what lay beyond the Kingdom of Zaragoza, Wang Bo wasn't quite sure.

After Wang Bo replaced the duke, although he could obtain some information, most of it was the duke's deep-seated memories.

And these memories were basically about interpersonal relationships, personal experiences, or information about relatives and friends. As for the duke's own knowledge, Wang Bo didn't inherit much.

Thus, Wang Bo knew who the duke was, who his friends were, the names of his subordinates, and how he inherited the title.

But regarding the knowledge in the duke's mind, Wang Bo didn't know much.

This also led to a problem: Wang Bo didn't know exactly where he had transmigrated.

He felt it was very likely that he had transmigrated into an ancient European world, but the problem was that, even though Wang Bo didn't know much about ancient Europe, he knew that ancient Europe didn't seem to have a Kingdom of Hibiscus or a Kingdom of White Chrysanthemum.

Could it be that he had transmigrated into a different world?

Hmm, that was quite possible.

Among the myriad realms, the appearance of a few different worlds was not unusual. In Wang Bo's memory, there were countless movies and anime about different worlds, such as Monster Hunter, Re:Zero, The Hobbit, The Lord of the Rings, The Chronicles of Narnia, and so on.

All of them were related to different worlds.

Because of this, Wang Bo was completely unsure for a moment which different world he had transmigrated into—whether it was a different world he was familiar with or one he had never known.

After all, when he watched the plots, he only paid attention to the story, not the names of the kingdoms that appeared in them; those were not important at all.

Of course, in Wang Bo's view, even if he couldn't determine what kind of world this was, it didn't matter.

After all, he had no intention of seeking out transmigrators.

Damn divine artifact, did it think that throwing him into a new world would make him work?

Heh, Wang Bo could swear to heaven, absolutely not!

Working was out of the question; he would never work in this lifetime, unless a transmigrator came to him on their own initiative. Otherwise, Wang Bo would never take the initiative.

Don't even think about it.

One day, two days, three days... In the blink of an eye, Wang Bo had been in this world for two weeks.

During these two weeks, Wang Bo buried himself in practicing the Nine Yang Five Ultimates every day, ignoring the storms outside. He drank tea and practiced martial arts every day, living a carefree life.

On this day, Wang Bo was still sitting in the courtyard, absorbing solar energy to strengthen his Nine Yang True Qi and Steel Body, while waving his fingers.

Streams of sword qi burst forth from his fingertips.

Great Shang Sword, Lesser Shang Sword, Great Chong Sword, Lesser Chong Sword, Great Ze Sword, Lesser Ze Sword, Great Yang Sword, Lesser Yang Sword—one after another, brilliant sword qi roamed freely in the courtyard. Some sword qi were fierce and powerful, some were as fast as lightning, some were extraordinarily graceful, and some balanced hardness with softness...

Although the Nine Yang Divine Sword was very similar to the Six Meridian Divine Sword from Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils, their power was completely different.

Each stream of sword qi had its own unique use, making it even more terrifying than the Six Meridian Divine Sword.

In recent days, Wang Bo could already fire all ten fingers simultaneously. Even after leaving his body, the Nine Yang sword qi could still be controlled by him, with lightness, heaviness, speed, and slowness all under Wang Bo's command.

Moreover, each stream of sword qi carried a scorching aura, causing the temperature in the air to rise rapidly. In the blink of an eye, it rose to a point where it almost set the courtyard on fire.

At that moment, Wang Bo opened his mouth and inhaled. The countless sword qi poured back into his mouth, transforming into pure Nine Yang True Qi and merging into his body.

If it were anyone else, they would absolutely not dare to do this.

But Wang Bo was different. He had a Steel Body, and his meridians were terrifyingly tough. Even if he inhaled the Nine Yang sword qi into his body, he could withstand the indestructible power of the sword qi and convert it into Nine Yang True Qi.

In this way, the sword qi Wang Bo released essentially had no consumption.

After the sword qi was recovered, the scorching temperature in the air dropped rapidly, returning to normal within a few breaths.

"Master."

As soon as Wang Bo absorbed the sword qi, a patch of black shadow appeared on the ground, and a handsome man emerged from the shadow, appearing before Wang Bo.

This person was Wang Bo's current steward, and also a demon.

As for Wang Bo's previous steward—or rather, the steward who had served the duke before Wang Bo replaced him—Wang Bo had long since found an excuse to send him back to his hometown to enjoy his retirement.

In fact, not only the steward, but also the servants in the manor had all been replaced by Wang Bo on various pretexts.

Nowadays, all the servants working in the manor were demons under Wang Bo's command.

Although the number of hands was small, with the strength of demons, they still kept the vast ducal castle clean and tidy.

This was also the reason Wang Bo dared to practice the Nine Yang sword qi in the courtyard. After all, everyone inside and outside the castle was his own people, so Wang Bo had no need to hide.

He could practice boldly without any demon disturbing him during his training.

"Is there something you need to see me about, Steward?" Wang Bo knew very well that if there was nothing important, his steward would never disturb him at this time.

The steward knelt on the ground and said calmly, "Master, the king of this country has sent someone to invite you to the palace, hoping to meet with you. May I ask if you wish to have them driven away?"

In the steward's view, Wang Bo was exalted, and the king of a mere small country should come in person if he wanted to see the master.

But he knew very well that he was not the master, so he could not make any decisions on his behalf.

Thus, he came to ask for Wang Bo's opinion.

If Wang Bo was unwilling to meet the king of this country, he would send these people away on the master's behalf.

A group of ordinary people was completely beneath the steward's notice.

"No need!" Wang Bo waved his hand, stood up from the chair, and stretched his muscles. "Since I have nothing to do, I might as well go and meet this king."

Since arriving in this world, Wang Bo had been hiding in the castle practicing martial arts and had never actually met this king.

Since the other party had invited him, and Wang Bo had nothing to do anyway, he planned to go and see what the king's intention was in inviting him.

"Steward, prepare the carriage!"