"Damn it, which idiot reported me?"
A young man in his early twenties glared at his phone, his face dark with fury.
[Ding! Host’s preaching mission failed. This task has automatically ended...]
"Ugh! Don’t let me find out who the hell reported me!"
Lin Fan was seething. Spiritual energy surged within him, radiating an aura unlike anything from the ancient martial world.
That’s right—Lin Fan was the guy live-streaming his cultivation journey.
Not long ago, he had bound himself to a system called "Cultivation Evangelism," which required him to broadcast his cultivation feats—basically showing off and spreading Daoist teachings. If even one person practiced his methods and became a cultivator, he would receive rewards.
But Earth’s spiritual energy had long been depleted. Without it, his teachings could at best strengthen the body, not awaken true cultivation in others.
He had the system, which gifted him 10,000 low-grade spirit stones in its starter pack for his own cultivation. But others? They had nothing.
Still, operating on the principle of "even one convert is a win," he started streaming—and shockingly, it blew up.
Until his channel got banned...
"Wait... I sense a faint pulse of spiritual energy? Extremely weak... but it seems to be coming from the north?"
Lin Fan’s pupils constricted. In this era of severed heavens, where else on Earth could spiritual energy exist besides him?
[Beep beep beep! Warning! The system detects that Earth’s gate is accelerating its revival. Spiritual energy is replenishing the planet’s essence, heralding the imminent tide of spiritual resurgence. Host, prepare yourself!]
The system’s announcement left Lin Fan stunned.
Spiritual resurgence?
This was the best news possible. No one wanted Earth’s spiritual revival more than him.
Once it happened, everyone could tap into spiritual energy to become cultivators. Sure, danger came with opportunity—but he had the Evangelism System!
If he guided others to become powerful cultivators, all calling him "Ancestral Daoist," his own cultivation would skyrocket. Even if the barrier between the mortal realm and the Nine Heavens collapsed, he’d remain invincible.
"I need to find the source of this spiritual resurgence. The origin point will have the densest energy—I must seize control of it."
Lin Fan narrowed his eyes, forming hand seals. A longsword in the corner of the room trembled before levitating. He stepped onto it.
"Sword Flight!"
His figure rose shakily into the air.
Lin Fan wasn’t the only one reacting. As spiritual energy began its resurgence, the entire ancient martial world of Dragon Nation stirred.
The Association of the Chosen was thrown into chaos—this upheaval had disrupted their plans entirely.
The "Little Demon God" Zhou Fan also took action. Even hidden veterans of Dragon Nation’s martial world emerged from seclusion. All because... they sensed the return of spiritual energy.
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"Unbelievable. This kid really knows how to stir up trouble."
Inside the mathematics research lab at Z University, Jiang Che massaged his temples, exasperation written all over his face.
With such a massive disturbance unfolding, of course he’d noticed.
He knew Jiang Ruoxu was a troublemaker, but accelerating spiritual resurgence? That was next-level.
But it didn’t matter. He’d prepared for this long ago. If powerful beings descended and threw Earth into chaos, he’d... well, actually, his masters would handle it.
"Hmm... don’t interrupt my calculations... Did I miss a decimal point? Maybe I should try another approach, using additive number theory..."
In Jiang Che’s arms, Shen Yu murmured in her sleep, still immersed in her mathematical world even in dreams—utterly, obsessively single-minded.
This was the Shen Yu who drove Jiang Che up the wall. He had no way to handle her.
Expecting a girl like this to fall for him? Might as well believe a pig could solo a grandmaster.
"But still..."
Jiang Che glanced down at Shen Yu’s smooth, pale abdomen, her skin flawless like polished jade.
Except right now, it was slightly rounded.
After a full day and night, Shen Yu’s current state could only be described by a certain two-syllable Western dessert: __
"Heh, don’t blame me, sweetheart. To make you love me... I had to resort to this."
Jiang Che gently stroked her belly before pulling the blanket over her.
Today wasn’t her safe period. The odds of conception were at least 90%.
Sure, his methods might sound shady, but Shen Yu hadn’t objected, had she?
Deep down, she might even be looking forward to this child.
"But baby, I really have to go now..."
He tenderly brushed her cheek, then began to extricate himself.
Just as he moved to leave, Shen Yu’s hand suddenly clutched his arm in her sleep. "Don’t go..."
Jiang Che: "???"
Damn it. He was a seasoned player, a heartbreaker who’d charmed his way through countless flowers. The right move here was to shake her off, get dressed, and walk away.
But... Shen Yu had him frozen in place with just three words.
"Sigh..." Defeated, Jiang Che slid back under the covers.
Then, a knock came at the door. "Hey, Shen Yu? There’s a math lecture tomorrow—would you like to attend?"
The voice belonged to some naive undergrad, probably nursing a secret crush on her.
"She’s asleep. Unless you want to get expelled, stop bothering her."
Jiang Che’s lazy voice carried through the door.
Outside, a bespectacled guy’s eyes widened. That voice—a man’s?
He’d heard rumors about Shen Yu’s notoriously flirtatious boyfriend, but facing the reality now—a man in her room, her "asleep"... What else could it mean?
"Uh—sorry to disturb!"
After a quick mental calculation, he scurried off. Crush or not, his academic future mattered more.
---
The next morning.
Shen Yu woke up.
From sheer discomfort.
"I... Why are you still here?"
Her usually cool expression flickered with confusion.
"Sweetheart, you told me not to leave." Jiang Che lounged against the headboard, yawning before pulling out a memory stone. Channeling spiritual energy, he replayed last night’s scene:
"Don’t go..."
Though brief, it perfectly captured Shen Yu sleepily begging him to stay.
Jiang Che had upgraded—phones were too clunky for recording, but memory stones? Effortless.
"You—"
Shen Yu was speechless.