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

The day after Dongmei learned the "Scripture of Crossing the World," the karmic network between Zhou Ming's eyebrows began to stir anew.

First, a phantom appeared, and then two more appeared after a while. When they first appeared, they were as elusive as wisps of smoke.

After barely managing to form the shape of a thread, it stopped, neither thickening nor thinning, just hanging there in a bland and indifferent way.

Over the next two days, several more appeared, all exhibiting the same symptoms, and then the outbreak stalled.

Looking at these new causal chains, Zhou Ming made a general judgment in his mind.

Someone is spreading the "Scripture of Crossing the World," but the way the spreader does it is similar to when he first transmigrated. He basically teaches face-to-face with his mouth or secretly slips a handwritten copy to others.

This method of dissemination is extremely inefficient, and most people who read the scriptures only do so sporadically.

Some people read it a few times and then forgot it; some read it halfway through but found it boring and gave up; and some people are still persisting but are making very slow progress.

Therefore, although the causal chain appears, it cannot be fully solidified for a long time.

Several days later, one of the causal chains suddenly solidified.

It's like someone striking a match in a pile of dry wood; this solid causal chain has just stabilized.

Other causal chains, as if stimulated by some kind of event, began to gradually shift from the abstract to the concrete.

Zhou Ming sat on the stool in the corner of the kitchen, his hand holding the bowl frozen in mid-air, his consciousness locked on the causal network between his eyebrows.

For several days now, he has watched the network expand at an ever-increasing rate.

At first, it was just a few strands at a time, then dozens at a time, and then hundreds or thousands at a time.

Later, the numbers grew so fast that he couldn't keep up with counting them. The newly formed causal chains exploded like splashes in a rainstorm, spreading throughout his entire perception.

Suddenly, a major explosion occurred.

Thousands and tens of thousands of causal chains emerged in just a few days.

First, a large number of phantoms appeared simultaneously, as if someone had splashed a basin of ink on the causal network. Then, these phantoms began to solidify together, and the speed at which they solidified was faster than any causal chain that Zhou Ming had ever seen.

Within just three to five days, tens of thousands of causal chains solidified, spreading out densely and hanging deep between Zhou Ming's eyebrows, like an all-encompassing spider web, enveloping his consciousness in a silent halo.

The most spectacular instance involved nearly 50,000 causal chains appearing on the same day.

The moment they appeared, they began to solidify, their color deepening from a wisp of translucency until they were completely solidified two days later.

It stopped for only two hours, then began to grow again and become even thicker.

Zhou Ming knew without even thinking that this was a scale that no individual could achieve through dissemination.

This means that someone is transmitting scriptures in large quantities and on a large scale.

If tens of thousands of people start reciting at the same time, they must be in the army, or under the control of a certain family or power.

Once the scriptures are mass-produced, he no longer needs to worry about them.

In the blink of an eye, Zhou Ming has been in this world for a full month.

Over the course of the month, his skinny body finally showed some improvement.

Although the skeleton was still the same, and the pointed, monkey-like features hadn't changed much, he had gained some flesh and was no longer skin and bones like when he first transmigrated.

Firstly, after becoming the kitchen manager, he was guaranteed three meals a day, and Liu Sandao would find different ways to serve him food every day.

Although it wasn't anything fancy, it was a world of difference compared to the days when we ate coarse grain buns and bland vegetable soup for two meals a day.

Secondly, the magical power in the dantian nourishes this body.

Although he had suppressed most of his magical power deep within his dantian, the two streams of energy remained quietly within his body.

He nourishes his meridians and blood day and night. This internal conditioning, though subtle and inconspicuous, is more effective than eating braised pork every day.

When Zhou Ming looked in the mirror, he no longer found it so offensive. His face had regained its color, and he could even pinch a small layer of flesh on his arm.

Since Zhou Ming last saw the causal chain above Dongmei's head at the martial arts arena, he has never seen Su Mingyue, Dongmei, or the others again.

The Begonia Garden remained as quiet as ever, with everything operating according to the rules.

The stewards performed their duties, and the servants followed their routines. Only in the main house deep within the inner courtyard was the young lady no longer seen.

According to the kitchen servants, the young lady went out with Dongmei and several personal maids.

No one knows exactly where she went; all that is known is that the steward Chunlan gave instructions before the young lady left.

The kitchen in Haitang Garden no longer needs to prepare meals for the young lady.

This stoppage lasted for a month.

Liu Sandao no longer needs to cook every day; when he has nothing to do, he directs the other chefs to cook.

Although the ingredients used are the same, the taste has changed a lot.

When Zhou Ming had free time, he would go over and listen to Liu Sandao's instructions on cooking, and he learned a little bit about it.

The cuisine of this world is incomparable to that of my previous life; it lacks too many key ingredients.

Therefore, the food made was far less abundant and delicious than in the previous life. Both the variety of ingredients and the level of seasoning were much lower.

Over the past month, the karmic web between Zhou Ming's eyebrows has transformed into a magnificent spectacle.

Tens of thousands of solid causal chains are arranged in layers.

From the thickest ones, some square, some round, some pillar-like, to the few who successfully cultivated in the early stages.

Later, those large-scale causal chains of 50,000 that came later densely covered the entire area of ​​perception.

Among them, the 50,000 causal chains that appeared on the same day were particularly neat, arranged like a queue, with uniform thickness and consistent spacing.

It is clear that the same person spread it at the same time and in the same way.

Every day, Zhou Ming only needs to focus his consciousness into the space between his eyebrows to see these chains of cause and effect hanging steadily there.

Like tens of thousands of fully drawn bowstrings, drawn by some invisible force, all converging at the other end in the direction of his brow.

At first, Zhou Ming was a little stunned by this scene, but after seeing it many times, he got used to it.

He knew that this network had completely exceeded his original plan.

He originally only wanted to secretly pass on a few scriptures, plant some karmic chains, and inherit some cultivation in the future to save his own life.

Now, someone is doing this for him, and doing it more thoroughly, more efficiently, and more recklessly than he has.

He wasn't sure who was behind all of this, but he had a vague feeling about it.

Before long, these tens of thousands of causal chains will begin to break.

The cultivation level he inherited was a number he wouldn't have dared to even imagine when he first transmigrated.