Zhu Zhengwei continued to study his cultivation skill, even researching the Earth's Underworld, Mountain City branch that he had previously established.

He glanced inside.

Oh wow, they're still doing square dancing in there.

And the crowd inside has grown by over a thousand people, even forming a small village.

However, they've been dancing for too long; it's indeed boring.

"Hmm, this won't do. Let's give them a TV to watch." Zhu Zhengwei thought for a moment, established a connection, and gave them a TV to watch.

"It's always good to have a bit of interaction with the outside world."

"Besides, there are a lot of programs featuring ghost cultivators on TV, so they can cultivate too. It's an experiment."

Zhu Zhengwei continued to study his bloodline cultivation skill in the small room. Recently, he had turned into a giraffe, sitting in the shop with his legs crossed, reading a newspaper.

However, the entire street had become a spectacle.

People secretly discussed that the shop owner was a mysterious oddity, a mysterious ghost, capable of transforming into countless forms.

And this wave of talk gradually reached the upper echelons. Qingxia, the little princess of Wangsu City, known as the most beautiful woman in the entire city, with a lovely appearance but very playful, visited the bookstore, curiously examining her surroundings.

She looked at the shop owner giraffe and was taken aback.

"Sir, what species are you?" She asked straightforwardly, followed by several guards.

"A special kind of zombie." The giraffe put down the newspaper at the cash register, adjusted his glasses, and replied.

"You must be a remarkable person. Could you teach me how to cultivate?" Qingxia asked.

"No." Zhu Zhengwei was too lazy to bother with her.

He's very busy and has no time to take on disciples.

But Zhu Zhengwei also knew he had achieved his goal of attracting some noteworthy figures and directly said, "However, if you want to learn my methods, they're all in this bookstore."

"I don't believe it! They're all saying the cultivation skills in your bookstore are fake, that cultivation is slow, and combat power is only a fraction of the same realm." Qingxia had clearly gathered some information.

"That's different," Zhu Zhengwei said. "The cultivation skills in my bookstore are ancient skills, ancient skills are hard to practice, with weak combat power, but they are true skills, orthodox skills."

"So you mean we're all practicing fake skills, evil skills?" One of the servants nearby frowned and said.

Zhu Zhengwei said nothing, continuing to read his book.

A servant was instantly furious, "Absurd! Are you saying that the current seven Demon Gods, each with greatness that mortals can't comprehend, are all studying evil skills?"

This is utter treason.

Hearing such words, any cultivator would be indignant.

It overturns their long-standing beliefs, challenges the path they have been following.

Zhu Zhengwei shook his head, "Since you claim this world's dharma gates are orthodox, then let me ask you, can it grant eternal life?"

The servants were stunned.

"Can it step into the cosmos?"

The servants remained silent.

Their deities are immensely powerful, possessing an unparalleled eighth level of power, yet unbeknownst to others, once outside the world, they are exhausted, their powers depleted.

Zhu Zhengwei asked again, "Is it universally applicable across the Ten Thousand Realms?"

The servants were furious, "Can your dharma gate be used universally in other worlds? Besides, whether there are other worlds outside of this one is still uncertain!"

Zhu Zhengwei looked slightly surprised. He intentionally provoked them, but though these servants were angry, they did not react violently, showing refined manners, as expected of noble attendants.

Beside them, Qingxia couldn't help but say, "If I cultivate your skill, will I be able to see the world outside?"

Zhu Zhengwei said, "Believe it or not, it's up to you."

He said nothing more and continued to read.

Qingxia was stunned, looking at the angry yet hesitant servants glancing at the bookshelves, she smirked, "Then I'll have a look at these books too."

Soon, several regulars were added to the bookstore.

Time flew by, and seven years passed.

They found that cultivating this skill required starting from scratch, enduring rigorous cultivation for seven years with not much progress in realm; even Qingxia, known as a genius, barely reached the sixth level.

Continuing from the sixth to the seventh level would take even longer than previous cultivation speeds, at least another twenty or thirty years.

The servants beside her all advised Qingxia to give up, "Miss, this path will ruin your life. You've cultivated for seven years, you're already twenty. Before you turn fifty, at the prime of your life, you'll have to die and transform into a ghost cultivator... Continuing to cultivate this skill will surely turn you into a weak ghost after death, with no future!"

Qingxia was very hesitant and tentatively asked the shop owner, who had become an Egg Thief Dragon, "What do you think?"

"Why ask me?"

Zhu Zhengwei shook his head, "Your life is your own choice. Whether you believe it or not, is your freedom. Do you expect me to say this is the true skill, and you won't regret cultivating it, and you'll believe it?"

Qingxia thought for a moment and realized it made sense.

Whether to believe it or continue was up to her.

Honestly, she did regret it now, even suspecting that it might have been a deliberate arrangement by other enemies, tricking her into a dead end.

Yet, she impulsively cultivated for seven years and invested heavily.

Hesitating for a few seconds, she asked again, "May I ask, if I turn into a weak ghost, can I switch to your specialized Undead System?"

Zhu Zhengwei glanced at her and said frankly, "This lineage of mine is not something ordinary people can cultivate, and continuing on this path might not lead you to cultivate it."

Qingxia was stunned.

If it was indeed sent by enemies, they would surely promise beautiful dreams, persuading her to continue down a wrong path. However, the other party showed little interest, which eased her doubts.

This further indicated that this was a remarkable person, possessing terrifying strength and depth.

Now with the Demon Gods' war, their citizens below suffered from varying Disaster Beast troubles, struggling to make a living. It was when their city needed strong power.

Faced with an opportunity, she decided not to give up.

Soon, she continued to cultivate the Nascent Soul Skill, immersing herself for over twenty years.

Meanwhile, the other siblings of her city lord father mostly turned into ghosts at the prime of their life, only she remained human and kept cultivating.

And her brothers and sisters were understanding, had no objection to their sister's choice, and even thought their sister practicing in this way avoided the battlefield due to weakness, was relatively safe.

Time flew by.

Zhu Zhengwei released a new public test for those players, allowing them to breed Black Mountain Demons in an update, letting tens of thousands of closed-beta player spots join, leading the second batch of Disaster Beasts to appear!

"How is that possible?"

"Another batch of Disaster Beasts? Descending again?"

"This batch is even larger, unprecedented!"

The entire world plunged into a bigger disaster, Wangsu City was on the brink of collapse, with every strong figure going out ceaselessly to clear Disaster Beasts.

Simultaneously, news arrived that the City Lord was killed in battle, plunging the entire city into panic, with Qingxia's brother stepping up to continue leading the citizens in resistance.

"Chaotic times of disaster." In the bookstore, Zhu Zhengwei watched this scene and sighed, realizing he had to use continuous Disaster Beast descents to restrain those Demon Gods, while also burdening the lower realms with disaster.

And on this day. Hahaha!

I reached the seventh-level Emperor Realm!

Qingxia laughed heartily, feeling she finally saw hope. But after testing her combat power, found it weak beyond belief.

Frustrated, she went to the bookstore to find the owner.

"You can already break through this sky, stepping out of the worldly atmosphere, something even Demon Gods can't do, and you're still not satisfied?" Zhu Zhengwei asked.

"I don't care about breaking through, not in the mood to look at the sky now, I want powerful combat strength." She said.

"You can now switch and cultivate the world's seventh-level skill, forming combat strength in no time because the foundation is there. Switching from true skill to fake skill is not difficult."

Zhu Zhengwei remained calm, taking out the results of these past years of experiments, a book, "You have another choice, which is to cultivate this Nether River Longevity Atlas!"

"This is the cultivation skill of my species." Zhu Zhengwei said, "If you can successfully cultivate it, you can have the characteristics of my species like me."

Qingxia gritted her teeth, feeling like she boarded a pirate ship and had to continue down this path, making her siblings at the frontline continue holding on.

Upon witnessing this, Zhu Zhengwei was also somewhat expectant, "Hmm, I've found another guinea pig for the cultivation skill developed from my bloodline research."

Last time, the 'Billion Prison Immortal Thief' technique was experimented on the Minotaur, giving the Minotaur race the ability to transform with flesh and blood; now there's another experimental subject, not sure about the outcome?

Only this poor girl didn't know, if she cultivated this skill, she had to abandon her proud appearance, transforming into various animals.

"But between temporary beauty and eternal muscles, I'm sure anyone knows what to choose. In the future she will be grateful to me." Zhu Zhengwei chuckled, continuing to read, this was just a small experiment for him.

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