Jiang Ruoxu narrowed his eyes.
No wonder, no wonder his livestreaming show-offs had been earning half as much recently.
Back in the day, he could easily rake in at least 100,000 show-off points per stream, but lately, his viewership had plummeted.
So this guy was stealing his audience?
Lin Fan Loves Cultivation?
Cultivate my ass!
Jiang Ruoxu was furious. In his eyes, this was just some clown seeking attention.
Cultivation?
You can’t even master martial arts, and now you’re talking about cultivation?
Without even glancing at the livestream, Jiang Ruoxu immediately messaged the Jiang family’s butler.
[Contact the streaming platform right now. Ban this Lin Fan guy across the entire internet. When I’m live, no one else gets to be this damn impressive.]
[Understood, Young Master.]
The Jiang family acted swiftly.
“Holy shit? Lin Fan’s stream got banned?”
“That fast? Was it you, streamer? You just took one look and got him banned?”
Sure enough, after Lin Fan’s stream was taken down, a flood of viewers returned to Jiang Ruoxu’s channel.
Jiang Ruoxu put on an innocent face. “It wasn’t me! I just glanced at him… Maybe it’s the ‘two kings can’t coexist’ rule or something.”
[Ding! Host successfully pulled off a cringey show-off. +100 show-off points.]
Jiang Ruoxu didn’t elaborate further. Alone, he led his millions of viewers deeper into the Forbidden Martial Zone.
To this day, the ancient martial world still hadn’t figured out what this so-called Forbidden Martial Zone really was. All they knew was that it was vast… Occasionally, they’d run into some mutated beasts, but they were all weaklings.
“Holy crap, this pig is radiating Gang Jin energy? A grandmaster-level wild boar? So even pigs can become grandmasters now?”
Jiang Ruoxu’s lips twitched, feeling a blow to his pride.
“But it’s just a grandmaster. Watch my Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin!”
Striking a cool pose, he drew his sword and slashed, unleashing a storm of sword energy—peak show-off material.
Another massive wave of show-off points rolled in.
After half a day of exploration, Jiang Ruoxu stumbled upon a mysterious altar.
“What’s this? An altar? Or some kind of formation? A seven-colored stone array?”
“Master! Master, are you there? Can you tell what this thing is?”
Jiang Ruoxu tried reaching out to Mo Lianxing in his mind, but she had been so terrified by Jiang Che’s special effects that she’d hypnotized herself into deep sleep.
No waking her up. Absolutely impossible.
Left with no choice, the young master had to figure it out himself. The altar looked ridiculously high-tier, with seven-colored stones glowing ominously and intricate, arcane patterns carved into the ground.
As the chosen one, encountering such a unique altar in the Forbidden Zone was like dry wood meeting flames—instant combustion!
Soon, Jiang Ruoxu accidentally triggered something, awakening the entire altar.
“What the hell?!”
The altar itself wasn’t large, about the size of a basketball court, but the light it emitted instantly pierced through the Forbidden Zone’s dome, shaking the earth violently.
“LMAO, streamer really going all out with the special effects. Must’ve cost a fortune.”
“Props to the streamer, a young master of a great family, going to such lengths to entertain us peasants.”
Reading the comments, Jiang Ruoxu wanted to curse. This wasn’t some act—he might’ve just doomed himself.
The altar’s light seemed like some kind of beacon, and soon, the world itself felt upside down.
[Jiang Ruoxu, what have you done?]
A voice echoed from Jiang Ruoxu’s ring.
The altar’s revival had caused such a disturbance that even Mo Lianxing, deep in slumber, was jolted awake.
“Master… Finally! What’s going on?”
Mo Lianxing narrowed her eyes, studying the altar, then her pupils shrank abruptly.
[The Gate? You opened the Gate? No, no… You’re too weak to activate it directly. You must’ve triggered some catalyst, causing the Gate to fully awaken!]
That was her conclusion.
Jiang Ruoxu froze. As a Jiang family member, he knew about the “Gate.” It connected to another world—one with a mature cultivation system. Any cultivator from there would be like a god descending upon Earth.
If he’d unleashed a horde of overpowered beings and thrown the world into chaos, wouldn’t he be the ultimate sinner?
[But it’s not too bad. You’ve only accelerated the Gate’s awakening. It’s not fully open yet. Can you feel it? Spiritual energy is seeping through… This is the prelude to spiritual energy resurgence.]
“Spiritual energy resurgence? That’s actually a thing?”
Jiang Ruoxu gasped. Had his viewers’ wild guesses been right all along?
[From what I know of the Nine Heavens and Earth, the Nine Heavens are extensions of Earth’s origin. In ancient times, Earth was rich in spiritual energy, teeming with powerful beings. But as the origin fragmented, it split into nine parts, forming the Nine Heavens… Without its origin, Earth’s spiritual energy withered…]
“So the Gate’s opening is reversing that? Spiritual energy is replenishing Earth’s origin?” Jiang Ruoxu said urgently.
If true, Earth would no longer suffer from spiritual energy scarcity. The ceiling for martial artists wouldn’t be stuck at Grandmaster anymore.
With abundant spiritual energy, breaking through to the Sky-Shattering Realm, or even Divine Transformation and Nirvana Realms, would no longer be a pipe dream.
[Disciple, where is this place? You must secure it. Once spiritual energy spreads, this will become the most concentrated spot—a battleground for countless factions…]
Mo Lianxing was thrilled. Her idiot disciple had accidentally kickstarted the era of spiritual energy resurgence?
For the first time, she acknowledged this fool’s worth.
“Master, no need. The entrance to the Forbidden Martial Zone is literally my family’s backyard!”
“But Master… why does the spiritual energy feel so thin here? It’s nothing compared to the energy from my brother’s premium spirit soil…”
Jiang Ruoxu pulled out a handful of spirit soil from his system space, instantly flooding the area with dense, tangible spiritual energy.
[Pfft, Mr. Jiang’s soil is top-tier. How can you compare?]
Mo Lianxing facepalmed. Her disciple’s cluelessness was embarrassing. Mr. Jiang was truly on another level.
Speaking of which, was that recent Nirvana Realm aura she sensed perhaps Mr. Jiang’s master?
No way. That aura was only at the first stage of Nirvana. Mr. Jiang’s mysterious master had to be at least at the Creation Realm, probably beyond her wildest imagination…
Mo Lianxing’s imagination was running wild!
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