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

Zhou Ming leaned against the window on the third floor of the library, finished reading the last volume of "Youzhou Local Chronicles", closed the book and put it back on the shelf.

Looking around, one finds everything from military strategy and tactics to official and unofficial histories, from rare books by various philosophers to forbidden volumes from previous dynasties.

He has read through all the books on the three floors and memorized them after studying them for the past few days.

It wasn't that Zhou Ming studied particularly hard; it was simply that his Foundation Establishment stage soul was too powerful.

With a sweep of his divine sense, the contents of a page of the book were imprinted in his mind word for word. The faster he turned the pages, the faster he could read and comprehend the text.

Zhou Ming sighed inwardly, occasionally unable to help but think to himself, if he had possessed such a powerful soul in his previous life, why would he have been so foolish as to choose archaeology as his major?

With such an incredible ability to remember everything he sees, he might already be accepted into a prestigious university for graduate studies and have a bright future ahead of him.

You don't need to dream of getting rich overnight and run to the antique street, only to end up in this world by some twist of fate.

But then again, how could one acquire such skill without going to the antique street?

When Zhou Ming came out of the library, it was almost dusk.

The setting sun cast its rays obliquely from the west onto the blue brick walls of the Marquis's mansion, turning the stone-paved alleyway into a warm golden hue.

Zhou Ming walked along the alley toward the kitchen of Haitangyuan.

As he passed by a secluded courtyard, a very faint voice entered Zhou Ming's consciousness.

The sound came from a house deep inside the courtyard, separated by several walls.

Even if an ordinary person stands at the gate of the courtyard, they may not be able to hear a single word.

After a few days, Zhou Ming's divine sense was able to cover an area of ​​more than forty meters around him, and no movement within this radius could escape his perception.

Zhou Ming stopped walking, slowly squatted down, and pretended to be tired and resting.

Given his emaciated physique, it's not surprising that he looks like this.

Leaning against the alley wall, Zhou Ming focused his spiritual sense on the direction of that house.

"The Sect of All Beings has completely taken over Cangzhou. The next step is either to advance into Anzhou or to head straight for Qingzhou."

The speaker's voice was extremely low and his speech was rapid, unable to conceal his nervousness and unease.

A slightly aged voice immediately followed, tinged with disbelief:

"Impossible, right?"

"Kyoto is full of experts, and the Imperial Guard is even stronger and more powerful. Even if they had ten times the courage, they would never dare to rashly attack Anzhou."

"In my opinion, at most they'll only be after Qingzhou."

"Qingzhou is rich and prosperous. Once we take it, we can use the money and grain to stabilize the morale of our troops and establish a foothold."

"That's not necessarily true," the young voice immediately retorted.

"The banner of the 'Cult of All Beings' is 'equality of all beings, overthrow the aristocratic families, and distribute land and food.' It has now incited a large number of the lowest-class people to follow it."

"What's even more outrageous is that the Sect of All Beings has somehow acquired a strange cultivation technique, and its progress in cultivation is astonishingly fast."

"Moreover, this practice is not picky about one's physical constitution, nor is it limited to men, women, or children; anyone can practice it."

"The news that came from Cangzhou was that in less than a month, they had gathered hundreds of thousands of followers, and most of them had already entered the initial stage of cultivation and had achieved considerable skill."

The aged voice remained silent for a long time before finally letting out a long sigh:

"There is never a free lunch in the world. Such a quick-fix cultivation method may seem to benefit all people, but in reality, it must be hiding a huge hidden danger and is definitely not a righteous cultivation method."

"Who says otherwise? Sigh... I think so too. I've never heard of any orthodox cultivation method that can achieve such a fast cultivation speed." The young voice also sighed, full of worry.

"At this rate, I think the world is about to descend into complete chaos... Alas."

"Yes, the land is in turmoil, and the people are displaced. The world is truly in chaos."

At this point, the room fell silent.

Zhou Ming straightened up and continued walking forward, his face expressionless, but his heart was in turmoil.

The Sangha Sect?

A cultivation technique that allows for rapid mastery?

Can anyone, regardless of gender or age, practice spiritual cultivation?

What else could it be?

This is the "Scripture for Crossing Over to the World"!

Moreover, the entire Cangzhou has already been taken over by the Zhong Sheng Sect.

The number of phantoms that have been increasing by tens of thousands every day in the Karma Network these past few days must be growing in the Cangzhou area.

Zhou Ming had never understood how the number of scriptures had exceeded several million in less than a month.

The answer is now obvious.

The Sect of All Beings has taken over Cangzhou and is using the entire population of Cangzhou to spread its teachings.

The causal chains that broke down on such a large scale before were probably those of people who died during the attack on Cangzhou.

But how did this scripture end up in Cangzhou, thousands of miles away?

Cangzhou is not close to Youzhou; in between lies the vast Qingzhou.

Ancient societies were not like modern ones, with internet and communication tools.

To deliver a message, one either had to travel on foot or ride a horse at full speed, day and night.

Official post stations and messengers from the martial arts world were already considered the fastest land routes.

The fastest way to go further up is to train eagles and use them to deliver messages.

Zhou Ming quickened his pace and turned the corner of the alley, his mind racing with calculations.

If this trend continues, let alone the Great Xia Dynasty, even once the scriptures have spread throughout the Nine Provinces...

It then crossed the border and spread to the Dayan Dynasty, the Yuan Dynasty, and even further afield.

In just a few years, the entire world will be filled with practitioners of the "Scripture of Salvation".

And all cultivators, whether they are followers fighting on the battlefield.

Whether they were officials strategizing in the imperial court or ordinary people who were incited to divide up land and grow grain.

They were all cultivating for him.

For every person who recites the scriptures a hundred times, another chain is added to their karmic network.

With each additional cultivator who dies, his cultivation level increases by one unit on the Dao platform in his dantian.

The plate grew bigger and bigger like a snowball, and he didn't have to do anything. He just needed to stay in the Marquis's mansion and continue to be his kitchen manager.

Your cultivation level will rise rapidly, and then immortality and becoming an ancestor will no longer be a dream.

However, it is foreseeable that this scripture will inevitably lead to chaos throughout the world.

When a person's personal martial prowess reaches its peak, their murderous ambitions will also arise, leading to a natural desire to kill and rampant violence.

Throughout history, the strong have always possessed pride; no one willingly submits to others or bows down to serve them.

Desire is amplified by power, and ambition can no longer be suppressed. Conflicts arise, heroes vie for power, and the world is destined to never have a peaceful day again. Great chaos has become a foregone conclusion.

Zhou Ming shook his head, trying to clear those chaotic thoughts from his mind.

Whether the world is in chaos or not, it has nothing to do with him.

All he has to do now is continue to live a life of hiding within this manor.

The more chaotic the outside world becomes, the more reliable the high walls of the Marquis's mansion appear.

Even if the sky falls, there will always be someone taller to hold it up. He only needs to do his job as the kitchen manager well, and the rest has nothing to do with him.

Thinking of this, Zhou Ming walked briskly towards the kitchen, intending to get a bowl of hot soup before Liu Sandao finished cooking.