System Transmigration (Destroying the Qing Dynasty)

November 2018. Sunny

day. The sun was setting. Sunlight filtered through the withered yellow leaves of the plane trees, turning the bustling asphalt road into a mottled
golden hue .

Wang Xiaobai sat on the side of the Second Ring Road in Beijing, clutching a black briefcase, gazing blankly at the vibrant city and
the passing traffic.

His short, messy hair, sparse beard, neat but frayed shirt, and straight trousers concealed a pair of
meticulously polished, yet clearly worn-out, designer leather shoes.

Wang Xiaobai, male, 31 years old. A graduate of a prestigious university in Beijing. He had previously worked for a well-known foreign company.

Three years ago, he used all his savings to start his own business.

Three years later, he was left with nothing.

All that remained were maxed-out credit cards, maxed-out WeBank loans, and unpayable
Ant Credit Pay and various other personal loans.

His wife, with whom he had been in a relationship for many years and married, had chosen to separate two months prior due to endless arguments
.

His parents, equally indebted and completely unaware of his situation, would call every now and then, telling
him they needed money to pay off loans and interest, and asking if he could manage.

Luxury cars drove by, their deep roars like arrogant snorts. Towering buildings, each costing over
100,000 yuan , stood overlooking this once-proud loser.

The sky gradually darkened, and streetlights illuminated the scene, casting a dim yellow glow.

Wang Xiaobai threw away the cigarette that had almost burned his fingers, rubbed his throbbing head in a final burst of energy, stood up, and
wandered aimlessly through the endless prosperity.

He didn't know how much time had passed. Through the darkness of the night, on the shore of Houhai Lake, he could vaguely see a figure
sitting on a stone bench, staring blankly at the shimmering water.

He stood up, took a step towards Houhai, but stopped before his foot touched the ground, then
turned back somewhat bewilderedly.

A string of words appeared out of nowhere in front of Wang Xiaobai, as if a phone screen had been peeled off.

Chosen One: Wang Xiaobai (Intern)

Age: 31

Talent: None

Special Skills: None

System Points: 0/100

Lottery: Not Activated

Shop: Not Activated

A virtuous person for all eternity, chosen by Heaven.

Accept?

Wang Xiaobai shook his dizzy head and banged his head a few times.

What is this? Is the pressure too much and he's going crazy?

Wang Xiaobai chuckled self-deprecatingly, sighed, and looked up.

The words were still floating in front of him, seemingly near yet far, their size indescribable, yet clearly visible.

What the hell? Have I gone mad? Chosen One? A virtuous person for all eternity? Accept? Are you kidding me?
Accept?

Beep…beep…

beep…

a sudden beeping sound rang out, and Wang Xiaobai felt as if a golden light had pierced his eyes, but he felt
nothing physically. A line of words suddenly flashed in his mind.

Chosen One Wang Xiaobai has accepted the choice of Heaven. Silently recite Heaven's Words to open the system.

Wang Xiaobai was somewhat confused. What was going on?

A little bewildered, Wang Xiaobai silently murmured, "Heavenly Dao."

A green button appeared in his mind, with two words written on it: "Space."

Wang Xiaobai subconsciously pressed it. Without warning, a door appeared before him. He bent over
and circled the door; there was only one door, nothing else. He squinted, staring intently at the door.
He thought, "Am I really going crazy? Fine, let's see how crazy I've become." He

took a deep breath, clenched his fist, took a step forward, and forcefully pushed open the door.

It was a space approximately two meters in length, width, and height. Completely empty. There were only two doors,
one labeled "Great Qing Dynasty," and the other the door Wang Xiaobai had entered through, labeled "Modern."

Wang Xiaobai directly pushed open the door labeled "Great Qing Dynasty."

"Brothers, tonight's operation is in your hands! Overthrow the Qing, restore the Ming, and reclaim our lost lands!"

"General, rest assured! Tonight, we'll make sure those Jurchen bastards have no peace!

"

"General, rest assured!" "General, rest assured!"

Wang Xiaobai rubbed his eyes and found himself standing at the window of a mud-brick house.

A rustling sound came intermittently from inside. It was a very dilapidated house, with a small courtyard of less than twenty
square meters . The walls were crooked, broken bricks and tiles, but they were very secure, completely blocking the view outside.

"What the hell is this?!" Wang Xiaobai muttered in confusion.

"Who!" A low shout suddenly came from inside. A figure leaped out of
the window

Before Wang Xiaobai could dodge the broken windowpane, he felt a sharp pain in his neck. His eyes rolled
back. He passed out .

He didn't know how much time had passed.

With a start, Wang Xiaobai opened his eyes. His hair, wet with cold water, clung to his forehead, and some
water droplets ran into his eyes. He squinted uncomfortably, shaking his head.

"Awake? Who are you? Why are you eavesdropping on us?" a gruff voice rang in his ears.
Immediately afterward, other voices shouted in a jumble, demanding to know who he was.

Wang Xiaobai opened his eyes, slowly adjusting to the dim light of the oil lamp in the room.

He unconsciously swayed his shoulders, realizing he was strapped to a chair. He
stared blankly at the people in front of him. Who were they? Where was he? What the hell?

"Slap!" A sharp sound rang out. The gruff man's slap landed heavily on Wang Xiaobai's face. "I'm asking you
a question! Who are you? Why are you eavesdropping on us?"

Wang Xiaobai licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, unable to hold back his curses, "Fuck your mother, what the hell!"

His mind cleared a little, and he remembered everything that had happened before, cursing inwardly, "A pipe dream? Wasn't it
a pipe dream ? What kind of dream was this?"

Just then, a sharp pain shot through his body. The burly man kicked him to the ground, cursing, "
You little brat , you've got some nerve!"

Kicked by the man, and bound too tightly, Wang Xiaobai felt like his whole body was about to fall apart. Damn it, really...
It hurts so much! Even a dream doesn't have to be this realistic.

The man walked over, placing one foot on Wang Xiaobai's face, rubbing it while demanding, "Will you talk or
not? If you don't, Grandpa will kill you!"

The excruciating pain made Wang Xiaobai groan involuntarily. He instinctively shouted, "I'll talk, I'll talk
! I'll tell you whatever you ask! My name is Wang Xiaobai!"

As he spoke, he considered his situation. A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle, even if it's a dream. This
hurts like hell. Right, I remember choosing the Qing Dynasty earlier, and I vaguely heard them talking about
overthrowing the Qing and restoring the Ming. I'll just follow their train of thought. Treat it like playing a game. Damn!

The man rubbed his foot twice more before removing it, taking a step back, and kicking Wang
Xiaobai . "Confess properly, and this general might be in a good mood to give you a quick death. Tell me, who sent you!"

Wang Xiaobai was sweating profusely. How the hell was he supposed to know who sent him? Seeing the man about
to explode , Wang Xiaobai hurriedly said, "I'm from the Heaven and Earth Society! Our leader is Chen Jinnan, and we're also against the Qing and for the restoration of the Ming
."

The man paused, then turned and asked, "Has any of you heard of the Heaven and Earth Society?"

Several people thought for a moment, then all said they hadn't.

Wang Xiaobai felt a chill run down his spine. Novels are harmful.

The burly man asked suspiciously, "The Heaven and Earth Society? Chen Jinnan? What are you guys doing, a gang from Beijing?"

Wang Xiaobai's mind raced, and he replied, "Our base is in Taiwan. Taiwan is still Han Chinese
territory Those damned Jurchens invaded our land, causing immense suffering to the people of the Central Plains. War raged across China,
and some of our patriotic men wanted to fight those Jurchen traitors to the death, but circumstances forced us to our knees. We failed;
tens of thousands of brothers were reduced to just a few hundred. Forced to flee to Taiwan, we bide our time, taking it upon
ourselves !"

The burly man frowned, looked at the others, and muttered to himself, "Taiwan?"

Wang Xiaobai quickly chimed in, "..." " That's right! The Ming Dynasty was trampled by the Jurchen traitors. General Zheng Chenggong defended Taiwan against
the Jurchens, establishing his own country and vowing to drive these bastards out of China! We are just
a group of men gathered under the banner of General Zheng's descendants, trying to make a living."

The man looked at Wang Xiaobai with suspicion. "Then why are you in our courtyard, eavesdropping on our conversation?
What is your purpose?"

Wang Xiaobai, lying on the ground, unconsciously shifted. "I am a scout for the Heaven and Earth Society, specializing in
gathering information about the Jurchen traitors in the capital. I inadvertently learned that the brothers here wanted to start an uprising, but suspected it was a Jurchen
trap . That's why I risked eavesdropping to confirm the information."

The man turned his head and exchanged glances with the others. He said, "Help him up."

A lean man walked over, helped Wang Xiaobai up from the ground, patted him on the shoulder, and then went
back.

The burly man stared at Wang Xiaobai and asked, "What do the brothers say?"

A man holding a long knife also stared at Wang Xiaobai and said, "General, although what he says makes sense,
we can't just believe his side of the story. Human hearts are treacherous; caution is paramount."

The others echoed his sentiments.

A middle-aged man in a long robe, holding a fan and looking like a scholar, smiled slightly and said, "
If we kill him, we might kill an innocent person and needlessly offend a group of equally passionate brothers. If we let him
go, we might find he's a spy who leaks our important plans. It's not worth it."

The burly man narrowed his eyes. "Better to kill a thousand innocent people than let one guilty person go free. Today's matter is far too important;
if something goes wrong, all the brothers will be doomed."

The scholar-like man... But he advised, "General, there's no need for that. If he's truly a
righteous man like us, fighting
against the Qing and seeking to restore the Ming, wouldn't we be branded as unrighteous and heartless? In my opinion, it would be better to have two brothers take him to the stronghold first, and then interrogate him carefully after tonight's events. If he's truly one of us, it would be a good deed."

Wang Xiaobai thought bitterly to himself, "I appreciate the scholar's kindness, but I
don't want that burly man's good deed. Even in my dreams, I'll kill him!"

But the burly man laughed heartily, "Alright, as you say, sir. Send two men to take him to the stronghold."
Turning his head, a ruthless glint flashed in his slightly narrowed eyes.

The journey was uneventful, so I won't go into details.

Meanwhile, after lying in the coffin for several hours, the carriage finally stopped.

The coffin was opened, and Wang Xiaobai struggled to his feet with his bound hands.

A short man, about 1.6 meters tall, shoved him, cursing, "Get out of here,
you worthless piece of trash."

Another, somewhat thin man reached out and pulled him back. "Hey, be polite. Mr. Wu said to treat him with
courtesy. Just keep an eye on him and don't let him escape."

The short man sighed helplessly. "I don't know what Mr. Wu was thinking. He could have just killed him, and made us
come all this way for ."

The thin man didn't speak, but walked to Wang Xiaobai's side and said, "Please, this way. Once you've proven
your innocence, our general and Mr. Wu will definitely treat you well, brother."

Wang Xiaobai quickly replied, "Thank you, brother. May I ask your name?"

The man smiled and said, "My brothers jokingly call me Skinny Monkey. Just call me that like them." "

Oh, Skinny Brother, it's an honor to meet you." Wang Xiaobai replied.

"Haha, it's an honor to meet you, Brother Wang too." Skinny Monkey laughed.

"Skinny Brother, what's your general's name? Are you in the same gang?" Wang Xiaobai asked.

"Our leader is Zhang Hua, a descendant of a former Ming general. After the Ming Dynasty was defeated by the Qing, our general
went into hiding , biding his time and inviting heroes from all walks of life to drive away these traitors and reclaim our Han land. The general
is the leader of our Sun Moon Society."

Damn, calling it the Sun Moon Cult would be much better. Wang Xiaobai thought disdainfully.

"Brother Skinny, I've been in Taiwan for a long time and am not familiar with the situation here, but who is the emperor of these Jurchen traitors?"
Wang Xiaobai asked.

"Huh, you don't even know who the emperor is?" Thinking about it, it's normal. In this era,
many people only know there's an emperor, but don't know his reign title or name. "The current Jurchen emperor's
reign title is Kangxi."

Wang Xiaobai was stunned, secretly wondering, "Is this a dream, or am I going crazy?"
"This is so realistic. The Qing Dynasty, Emperor Kangxi, is this so-called Heavenly Way real?" Then he thought, "On the contrary, I
've already suffered a complete defeat, I've lost everything. So what if I'm crazy? If it's real, I'll be rich! This
is what entrepreneurship is all about!"

Thinking this, he silently chanted in his mind, "Heavenly Way!"

Suddenly, lines of text appeared in his mind:

Chosen One: Wang Xiaobai (Intern)

Age: 31

Talent: None

Special Skills: None

System Points: 32/100

Lottery: Not Activated

Shop: Not Activated

A gray button read "Space.

" "When I came here, the button was green and said 'Space,' but now it's gray. But it looks like I
can go back? In that case, I can exchange things between the two spaces? Damn, I'm going to be rich!"
Wang Xiaobai happily clicked a few times, but there was no response. "What's going on? Does the button have to turn green to
pass through? It won't turn green if I don't have enough system points? But I didn't have any points when I came here, was it a newbie reward?"
Wang Xiaobai thought, confused. He followed the two into a small courtyard. After

dropping Wang Xiaobai off in the courtyard, the short, stocky man left.

The skinny man said seriously to Wang Xiaobai, "Brother, I believe you've been wronged. But until we find out
the truth , I hope you'll stay put in the courtyard. There will be brothers guarding the gate. There are also
patrolling brothers everywhere in the village. If you leave this courtyard, you might lose your head before the chief and Mr. Wu return
."

Wang Xiaobai cupped his hands and said to the skinny man, "Thank you for the reminder, brother. I will definitely
thank you properly when I prove my innocence."

The skinny man said a few more polite words. He untied the ropes binding Wang Xiaobai's hands and left.

Wang Xiaobai sat alone in the simple hut. He checked his belongings; the lighter and cigarettes were still there,
as was his cell phone. His briefcase was missing, probably taken by these people, but he didn't know why his belongings
were still on him. Maybe they didn't know what they were for and gave them back? Wang Xiaobai shook his head, wondering
what were thinking.

Bored, he silently recited the Heavenly Dao again. A string of text appeared in his mind:

Chosen One: Wang Xiaobai (Intern)

Age: 31

Talent: None

Special Skills: None

System Points: 42/100

Lottery: Not Activated

Shop: Not Activated

A gray button with "Space" written on it was now showing a light green tint. Wang Xiaobai tried to click it,
but it wouldn't move.

His points had increased? He just didn't understand how they had increased. Did they increase over
time ?

As he pondered this, he heard footsteps approaching his door.

Two burly men carrying knives pushed open the door, looked Wang Xiaobai up and down, and then stood on either side.

Wang Xiaobai quickly stood up, about to speak.

A seductive figure floated in.

She was dressed in a black, fitted outfit. She was about 170 cm tall, with jet-black hair pulled back, long, narrow
eyes that exuded a heroic air, a delicate nose, and full, rounded lips. A ribbon tightly cinched her slender waist,
her full breasts trembling slightly.

Wang Xiaobai's eyes widened, staring intently at the woman, his mind filled with awe.

He bowed and hurriedly asked, "May I ask who you are?"

Before the woman could answer, the man who had entered earlier said, "This is our General's wife."

Wang Xiaobai quickly replied, "Greetings, Madam. My name is Wang Xiaobai."

He thought to himself, "Zhang Hua, your wife is quite something, I like her."

The woman gracefully walked past the two burly men at the doorway, directly past Wang Xiaobai, and sat down on a chair in the middle of
the room .

She looked at Wang Xiaobai with interest for a few moments, then softly said, "Brother Wang, please sit." She raised her
slender finger and gestured to the stool beside her.

Wang Xiaobai quickly thanked her and leisurely sat down on the stool opposite her.

The woman smiled and asked, "I heard from the brothers that Brother Wang is from Taiwan. But it's just across the strait. Does
everyone in Taiwan dress like Brother Wang?"

Wang Xiaobai subconsciously glanced at his own shirt, trousers, and leather shoes. His mind raced. If he
said that's how everyone in Taiwan dresses, how could he guarantee they wouldn't know what Taiwanese people wear? It might be
a trap. A bad answer could mean certain death. Wang Xiaobai cleared his throat and smiled as he spoke.
"No, that's not it. This is the exclusive attire of my sect. My master lives in seclusion, never appearing in the world. I've followed him
since childhood , and I never intended to leave the mountains. But seeing the Jurchen traitors slaughtering China,
causing untold suffering to the people of my Central Plains, I disobeyed my master's prohibition against venturing into the mortal world and came here."

"Oh?" The woman was clearly somewhat skeptical, a hint of doubt flashing across her face. Then she smiled and asked,
"But may I ask who your master is? How can you prove your words are true?"

Wang Xiaobai thought for a moment, "My master is known as Yangmingzi. He rarely ventures into the mortal world, so his reputation is not widely known."
He licked his lips and continued, "As for proof, please take a look, Madam."

As he spoke, he took out a lighter from his pocket. With a gentle press, a flame
rose The three people in the room were all startled.

The woman stood up, excitedly asking, "May I ask, sir, what is this? It's so magical!"

Wang Xiaobai inwardly scoffed, thinking, "A bunch of country bumpkins, so surprised by a lighter.

" He crossed his legs and said, "This is Heavenly Fire. My master obtained it from the heavens on a stormy night and
imprisoned it in this object for carrying and use."

The woman frowned. Although people in this era believed in ghosts and gods, if someone suddenly sat in
front of you and told you your master possessed supernatural powers, most people would suspect a charlatan.
But the lighter's magic made her somewhat doubtful.

Wang Xiaobai carefully observed the three women's expressions, knowing they weren't so easily convinced. He coughed and
reached into his pocket to take out his phone.

The three men stared at Wang Xiaobai's movements. When Wang Xiaobai pulled out his phone, the woman asked, "What is this?"

Wang Xiaobai calmly turned on his phone; thankfully, it still had battery. While waiting for it to boot up, he chuckled and said,
"This is a magical artifact passed down to me by my master. Everyone has three souls and six spirits; Madam Zhang should know that, right?" Seeing the woman
nod , Wang Xiaobai continued his charade, "This artifact can capture a person's three souls and six spirits. Although nothing will happen immediately
, after I cast the spell, I can take a life from a thousand miles away."

Before the woman could process his words, he picked up his phone and snapped a picture of the woman.
Holy crap, with a beauty filter on! This picture is even more stunning than those of modern celebrities. The key is, Madam Zhang
isn't wearing any makeup; she's a natural beauty!

Two men instantly raised their long knives, pointing them at Wang Xiaobai. The woman screamed in fright, covering
her eyes where the flash had hit.

"What are you doing?" one of the burly men shouted, about to approach.

"Don't move." The woman raised her hand to stop the burly man. Her eyes were fixed on Wang Xiaobai. "What do you mean, sir?
Are you going to use this artifact to kill me?"

Wang Xiaobai quickly stood up and bowed to Madam Zhang. He thought to himself, "I can tell you, I
just took it out to show off. You're so beautiful, I accidentally took a picture." But he smiled and
said, "Madam, don't panic. Although it can capture souls, it's not necessarily a bad thing. This
artifact can not only fight enemies but also help people. Your soul can be nurtured within it. After some
time, I will give you some medicine, and you will be able to maintain your youth forever."

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