If you die, I will be able to inherit your cultivation.

Zhou Ming did not step out of the room again until it got dark.

The afternoon nap and the sudden surge of heat washed away his drowsiness. He lay on his back on the bed, his hands behind his head, staring listlessly at the ceiling beams.

It's not that Zhou Ming doesn't want to go out, but that he's afraid to go out.

He was carried back in the morning, but by the afternoon he was bouncing around and wandering around.

Even a fool could tell this person has a problem.

The room was so quiet that only the occasional chirping of insects outside the window and the faint sound of the watchman's clapper in the distance could be heard.

He had absolutely nothing to do,

Zhou Ming simply drew out the magical power from his dantian.

Take it back, release it, take it back again, release it again.

The warm energy flowed back and forth in his meridians, sometimes sinking to the Yongquan point on the soles of his feet, sometimes rising to the Baihui point, and sometimes slowly circling around the Ren and Du meridians, as docile as a well-fed loach.

He played with it a few times and found it increasingly easy to use.

When other people's cultivation techniques fell into his body, they were even more obedient than those he had cultivated himself.

He even tried to use his mind to guide it to operate faster, and the magic power changed from a still pool of water into a rushing stream.

The fluid gushed along my meridians, relieving all soreness and swelling, leaving me feeling warm and cozy, as if I had placed a piece of warm jade warmed by my body heat on my hand.

Just as Zhou Ming was having a great time, the power within his dantian suddenly surged again.

The energy was originally just a small, warm mass that had been slowly circulating in his meridians, but suddenly expanded without warning.

It was as if someone had smashed a huge rock into the deep well of his dantian, causing the originally calm surface to explode with a roar, and the shockwaves surged into his limbs and bones.

The impact made his lower abdomen contract sharply, and he reflexively sat up on the bed.

"This is……"

Zhou Ming quickly focused his consciousness into the causal network between his eyebrows.

That intricate network still hung silently in his perception; the square and round parts were still there, the pillars were still there, and a few newly formed threads were slowly solidifying.

But the instant his gaze swept over, another chain of cause and effect was dimming and breaking at a visible speed.

The two ends dispersed silently, and the light went out completely in a few breaths, like a burnt-out wick.

Then it broke, just like the previous one, disappearing completely from the net.

Zhou Ming's breathing paused for a moment.

He knew this one; like the previous one, it must have belonged to one of the people who taught the scriptures to Fang Yuan.

He couldn't tell which one it was.

His identification of these causal chains is far from being sophisticated enough to understand who is who.

But what he did know was that of the people Fang Yuan had sent out, at least two of them were now dead.

He was somewhat stunned.

Fang Yuan doesn't know what's wrong.

Zhu Zi has been arrested and is still in jail.

Judging from the fact that two people died within a few hours, the situation outside must be very dangerous.

Did the Marquis's mansion discover that they were practicing the "Scripture of Salvation"? And then they killed them?

That doesn't make sense! Zhu Zi is still alive and well, isn't he? He was the first one to be arrested.

Given the powerful families' control over their own households, they should be able to find out who has cultivated the "Scripture of Crossing the World".

Finding these people is quite easy.

After thinking for a long time, Zhou Ming still couldn't figure it out, and there was no way to inquire about it.

With a sigh, Zhou Ming turned his attention to himself.

The energy in his dantian swelled up again, burning hot.

Zhou Ming sensed that the magical power in his dantian was now several times stronger than when he first inherited the first causal chain.

If we can draw an analogy, the increase in magical power from the first person to the second person is not a simple addition of one, but rather each addition makes the total weight heavier.

Zhou Ming silently circulated that energy, letting it flow slowly through his meridians.

This time, it's not about playing around, but about letting it settle down peacefully and completely integrating this newly acquired power into my body.

After running for who knows how long, drowsiness finally crept back in.

Zhou Ming yawned, withdrew his magic power into his dantian, turned over, and drifted off to sleep again.

In the middle of the night, Zhou Ming suddenly woke up with a start.

This time he woke up even faster than last time, practically sitting up the moment he opened his eyes.

A new surge of magical power was rapidly condensing within Zhou Ming's dantian, merging with the magical power he already possessed.

He sat down and rested for a while, feeling the mass in his dantian slowly calm down, before finally letting out a long breath.

Without a doubt, another one has died.

He calmed himself and examined the causal network between his brows. Sure enough, the third causal chain was broken.

Of the group that Fang Yuan sent out, only Fang Yuan's own, Zhu Zi's, and the last remaining causal chain whose owner is unknown are still lit.

The rest of them are gone.

Zhou Ming sat quietly in the darkness, remaining motionless for a long time.

He had considered that people would die on the path of spreading the teachings, and he knew from the beginning that this rule was cruel.

In life, we cultivate ourselves for Him; in death, we are inherited by Him.

But he didn't expect things to escalate so quickly.

It's only been a few days? From the day he threw the scriptures at Fang Yuan's feet, it's only been a few days at most.

Within a few days, those who had successfully cultivated died one after another for various reasons, and all the magical power they had accumulated flowed into his dantian.

He lowered his head and tried to circulate the power in his dantian.

This time it felt noticeably different from before.

Previously, there was a single stream of energy in the dantian. Although the amount was constantly increasing, it was at least a single stream, like a pool of warm water in the dantian flowing through the meridians in a single line.

Now, as you circulate this energy, you can clearly sense that it is two independent vortices overlapping each other, each swirling around in your dantian.

The two streams of energy do not interfere with each other, yet they can be mobilized simultaneously according to his will. With a single thought, both streams of energy simultaneously flow into his meridians, becoming more than twice as thick as before.

This should be the difference brought about by the accumulation of magical power.

Zhou Ming sat cross-legged on the bed, silently recalling the realm divisions in the cultivation novels he had read in his previous life.

Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul—layer upon layer, building up to the top.

Based on the total number of levels in the Qi Refining stage, the initial Qi formed in the dantian should be the first level of Qi Refining.

Now that the two energies are overlapping, could it be that we've reached the second level of Qi Refining?

He wasn't sure, because he had no idea how cultivators in this world were divided into different realms.

But then he thought again, the "Scripture of Crossing the World" didn't seem to belong to the cultivation system of this world at all.

It is a completely new set of rules. Whether you are a martial artist or a cultivator, as long as you recite it a hundred times, you can generate magical power.

The deceased's cultivation level is transferred to the person who transmits the scriptures, regardless of spiritual roots, physical constitution, or any talent thresholds.

Applying the experiences from novels to real-life situations may not be applicable.

But one thing he was certain of: the more people who died, the more cultivation they inherited, and the stronger his power would become.

This thought kept him silent for a long time.

He didn't know whether he should be happy or not.

To his delight, the scripture has indeed delivered on its promise, and he is growing stronger at a rate he never anticipated.

What troubled him was that he didn't know any of the dead people, yet he inexplicably felt as if he owed them something.

He quickly suppressed the thought.

This world is not the peaceful and prosperous era of the past, where reason and law prevailed.

The assassination attempt on West Mountain had already taught him a lesson in blood.

Here, simply being alive is the greatest skill.

He shook his head, trying to stop himself from thinking about those random things.

Zhou Ming lay back on the bed, drawing the two streams of energy in his dantian to their deepest point, feeling them quietly and gently swirling within, and then closed his eyes.

His best option now is to continue being the head of the kitchen, continue being trained by Dongmei, and continue to live a peaceful life in the Marquis's mansion.