This was clearly a foul, one that could affect the outcome of the game.
Fang Ming naturally agreed with the woman's approach.
The two sides then proceeded to play.
Fang Ming once again deployed a clone.
It was still a clone with only memories from Earth.
The woman stared at Fang Ming, seeing that he had not cheated, before making her move and initiating the game world.
...
The Game World.
Inside a "game piece."
In a dilapidated thatched hut.
Fang Ming looked up at the sky helplessly, then at his own small hands, which looked to be seven or eight years old. He felt no other emotion but helplessness.
Clearly, he had transmigrated and become a seven or eight-year-old boy… no, a child.
Looking at the thatched hut and the surrounding rural environment, the situation was clearly not optimistic. He had likely transmigrated to some ancient world.
And with the background of an ordinary rural child, he was in for a tough time – life as an ordinary ancient rural child would naturally not be as good as that of modern children on Blue Star.
With his status unchanged, increased productivity could clearly lead to a significant improvement in living standards.
Fang Ming had already obtained the memories of this body, but he hadn't found anything useful in them, nor could he tell which dynasty it was.
Was it a historical dynasty, a fictional one, or perhaps a dynasty with extraordinary powers?
Having read many online novels, Fang Ming mused on this.
The word "transmigration" might have made him suspicious and confused if he hadn't read online novels before. But now that he had, and had actually transmigrated, he understood what he was experiencing.
Although most people, even if they understood, would still be unable to accept the reality of transmigration.
However, Fang Ming had accepted it.
Compared to the transmigrators in those online novels, Fang Ming was even younger before transmigration, at a truly adolescent age.
From a fourteen-year-old boy to a seven or eight-year-old child was only a difference of five or six years.
Fang Ming retained the mindset of a young boy, adhering to the principle of "I am the only one," but he also understood the harshness of reality – an ordinary ancient rural child, an orphan, unable to read or write, and without considering other comforts, had a high chance of starving to death.
Ultimately, one had to face reality. Fang Ming, while searching for ways to get by in this world from the miscellaneous books he had read, such as "Primitive Steelmaking" and "Barefoot Doctor's Handbook," also carefully observed his surroundings, hoping to get a general idea of what kind of world this was from others.
As a transmigrator who had read many online novels, Fang Ming understood a principle: when transmigrating to a new world, if not immediately facing a life-threatening danger, it was best to first determine what kind of world it was.
This would allow him to decide which direction to develop in.
For example, if he had transmigrated to a fantasy world like *Zhetian*, then books like "Primitive Steelmaking" and "Barefoot Doctor's Handbook," which were essential for historical transmigration, would have their usefulness reduced to almost zero.
After all, in a world where the cosmos could be shattered at any moment, playing by these rules was useless.
"What kind of world is this..."
Fang Ming was thinking this.
Suddenly, he saw a companion from this body's memories, a playmate of the child, running towards him.
"Huzi, immortals have come to the village entrance. They are looking for disciples. The village chief sent me to call you."
Although the child's speech was broken, he managed to convey his meaning.
Fang Ming was startled.
Immortals?
Is this a Xianxia world?
No, based on the villagers' understanding, what they called "immortals" were likely cultivators, and low-level ones at that.
Perhaps this world was similar to the "Fanren Liu" (Mortal Cultivation) worlds, a world of cultivation where sects sent disciples to test spiritual roots and recruit disciples.
Not true immortals.
"Is it a cultivation world? If it really is, then my future development plans will need to be adjusted to fit this world."
Fang Ming thought to himself.
However, he also knew that there was another possibility: it was still a fictional ancient world without supernatural powers, and these so-called immortals were just charlatans who knew a few tricks of the martial world.
The ancients were often ignorant and superstitious. Without personally witnessing this "immortal," Fang Ming felt he could not directly define this world as a cultivation or Xianxia world.
"Alright, let's go together."
Fang Ming directly replied to the child and then ran with him towards the village entrance.
The so-called Huzi was the name of Fang Ming's current body. Fang Ming didn't care about the name, as it was quite normal for rural children in fictional ancient worlds to have names like "dog" or "tiger."
They weren't descendants of scholars, so many people gave them such humble names.
As for this name being different from his name on Earth in his previous life – that was normal. If it were the same, it would be abnormal. If it were the same, Fang Ming would instinctively become suspicious, wondering what reason could have caused the name of this body after transmigration to be the same as his previous life's name?
The probability of that was very small.
The village was not large. Fang Ming's seven or eight-year-old body and the other child ran for a short while. When they had used up half their energy, they had already reached the village entrance.
Upon reaching the village entrance, Fang Ming saw two men sitting in a meditative posture on two swords that emitted a sharp glow.
Fang Ming looked at the two swords floating more than a meter above the ground. Seeing the floating swords and observing the surroundings, with no crane machines or film crews, he finally confirmed that this was a cultivation world.
It was no longer a mortal world without supernatural powers.
If that was the case, his plans would need to be changed – speaking of which, what were his aptitudes like?
Thinking of this, Fang Ming frowned. As a chuunibyo teenager from Earth, a second-year middle schooler, how could he possibly understand how to check his cultivation aptitude?
This cultivation aptitude was currently beyond his control; he could only rely on what others said.
It was something Fang Ming was powerless to influence.
Fang Ming never did anything useless. Since it was something he couldn't influence at the moment, he wouldn't think about it for now.
He stopped thinking about cultivation aptitude and instead observed his surroundings.
As mentioned before, this was a village.
Fang Ming's memories of this body had no recollection of today; he didn't know about any immortals, nor did he know what day it was.
But clearly, some people knew what day it was.
A large crowd, at least several hundred people, had gathered. In the center were the two cultivators standing on their flying swords.
Judging by the size of the crowd, it seemed that the entire village had come. Fang Ming recognized many people from this body's past acquaintances among them.