Chapter 81: A Kind Person’s Life of Peace!

Numerous netizens eagerly awaited the Hill Breathing Technique. It might not be a profound secret, but its fundamental nature and wide applicability still brought a flicker of hope even in this chaotic era on Earth!

Even though the players’ comments felt more like a mere distraction, they were nonetheless a beacon of extraordinary hope for countless people!

Soon, an anonymous player posted the Hill Breathing Technique, and the thread exploded with activity!

“Breath circulates between heaven and earth, originating from the great Rahil, returning to the great Rahil. The divine draws the breath.”

Translating the breathing technique into Earth’s language still felt quite obscure and difficult to comprehend. Countless people stared at their computer screens, not daring to blink as they memorized it!

One by one, people took out their pens, unable to resist jotting it down. This was a priceless method! “Waaah, a kind person’s life of peace!”

“A kind person’s life of peace +1!”

“Email + a kind person’s life of peace!!”

The gratitude echoed throughout the thread. Jiang Ping sat silently before his notebook. When did netizens become so considerate? Why did it feel so strangely familiar? He glanced at the Hill Breathing Technique, which indeed seemed quite straightforward. But the Dao is simple and originates from modest beginnings; that’s precisely why it works even slightly on Earth.

However, Jiang Ping chuckled, “Isn’t this just the Breathing Technique that Rahil pioneered in the Original World ages ago? Sure, it has changed quite a bit, but the root is still the original breathing method.”

Jiang Ping shook his head and didn’t intervene. To be honest, relying on this to cultivate? He guessed it would take a lifetime just to linger in a primordial forest, maybe living a few more years wouldn’t be a problem, but thinking one could cultivate profound energy was utter nonsense!

Jiang Ping’s current cultivation level was also achieved through continuous feedback from the worlds. Otherwise, he’d struggle to draw energy from the three-dimensional realm! Jiang Ping had high standards and looked down upon this breathing technique, yet countless people revered it as a precious treasure.

Netizens from both domestic and abroad began to practice meditation with closed eyes. “Quick! Hurry up and arrange for people to cultivate and gather data! And remember to practice in the primordial forest!”

Different advanced research labs started to bustle with activity. This was a clear method for cultivation! Although it might seem weak at first glance, what if I’m exceptionally talented? What if I’m a natural at cultivation? Everyone harbors a bit of luck, and they were all caught up in a frenzy of meditation. Yet, reality was harsh; most people struggled to hold still even while meditating, let alone enter deep cultivation.

Meanwhile, the story’s main character, Ning Tianjiao, disregarded other players’ objections and resolutely stepped into the Giant Kingdom. In the three-dimensional realm, many were excitedly cultivating. Nine players began venturing into various adventures while Jiang Ping lounged comfortably on the sofa, casually pressing the remote to watch the players’ escapades. “Listen up, everyone! Today we’ve reached the part where Gandalf falls into the abyss, but the journey must continue! The Ring-bearer group has to stifle their sorrow and press onward!”

A bard in peculiar clothing spun tales endlessly.

Nearby, in the tavern, people gathered thickly on all levels. Someone nervously asked, “Did Gandalf die? I really liked him!”

The player, feeling laid-back, chuckled, “Don’t rush, don’t rush.”

From behind, a luxurious-looking boss in lavish beast skins approached quietly, “Hey, you! Your ‘A Song of Ice and Fire’ is printed. You really don’t want any rewards? All the money will be mine?”

“Really don’t want anything. Just help me establish trade routes and spread my book to other city-states!” The player replied casually, while others urged him to keep going.

“Just don’t forget to have my current narration of the ‘Lord of the Rings’ printed as well!” the boss added, unable to hold back.

This person was odd, with a strange name and odd behavior, but incredibly talented; if it meant making money for him, he didn’t care about anything else.

One sought wealth, another sought fame.

Looking at the crowd gathering, the player smiled. He aimed to spread various cultures in this foreign world. Of course, he wasn’t just being self-indulgent in entertaining beings of another world; his true purpose was to emerge as a god among mortals!

To become the god of culture and art!

In the Hill Great World, the gods were all innate beings, and none had ever achieved divine status through later cultivation!

He keenly sensed that this world held great potential, especially during this special timeframe when the gods were recuperating—perfect for manipulation!

However, that was still far from his current state. Yet, he firmly believed that with Earth’s cultural foundation, he could succeed! Game time flew by. At times when it became dull, Jiang Ping deliberately sped things up.

This often led players to exclaim at times, as sometimes they’d spend one to two months in the game, yet only an hour had passed in reality; or, sometimes a week in the game would equate to just half an hour in reality—the flow of time was completely inconsistent!

This peculiar phenomenon was also posted on forums. Netizens humorously dubbed it: ‘Brown Time.’

Gradually, the Hill Great World began to feel different. Rixiang had just graduated from her master’s teachings, intending to find the truth of the sword in this vast world. Suddenly, her body jolted as she discovered a small bookshop selling familiar books by the roadside! ‘The Lord of the Rings!’

‘A Song of Ice and Fire!’

‘Journey to the West.'” “Cultural invasion into another world?”

Rixiang was visibly shaken. This must be the work of some players. If even this remote city-state had these books, one could only imagine how far this player’s ‘works’ had spread over the years! Rixiang held her forehead, reflecting on what had happened in the Middle Garden world during her years of cultivation. Unable to help herself, she took a screenshot and asked on the forum whose creation it was and what the intentions were.

Yao Yao: Who plagiarized these? Pictures, pictures! What’s the point of copying books in another world? Do you want to culturally invade? But this world speaks through fist and strength!

Others in the forum burst into laughter.

“Bro, you’ve done what I wished I could do but never had the chance—let the pure-hearted people of the Middle Garden experience our Earth’s cultural poison!”

“You even copied the Bible! Don’t you have any humanity left?”

Netizens marveled at how much fun this player was having, but some speculated about his true intentions. Surely, it couldn’t be a kind-hearted act to entertain the Middle Gardeners.

“Could this player be quickly gathering wealth? Building his own capital?” one wondered.

Another player bluntly pointed out the motive! “Bibi: Looks like you want to gather faith! Trying to become a god within the game!” The player replied, “Haha, in the Primordial World Game, Shama became Wutian and obtained the status of a Top-tier Immortal—yet in Middle Garden, no one has ever ascended to deity status; not a single legend has even appeared!”

If I manage to ascend, the rewards will be tremendous! Seeing the reply, numerous netizens finally realized that this so-called writer was not just trying to make money but had grander ambitions!

Yet while this player plotted, others were also conspiring. Xilin had fully grasped a city-state, modifying its systems, and began advancing toward other city-states, aiming to establish a kingdom and unify the human race of the Middle Garden!

Players were starting to showcase their ability in the Hill world. Meanwhile, a disheveled silhouette traveled down the enormous green branches toward the Giant Kingdom.

Along the way, Ning Tianjiao endured all the hardships of his life, yet the more he faced adversity, the more it fueled his determination! Influenced by the players, the World Tree seemed to sense otherworldly beings; it began reacting instinctively, and numerous green light spots appeared, slowly drifting toward the horizon. “Is the main character of this age about to emerge?” Jiang Ping mused.

Okay, up until now, I’ve revealed my cards. My math was indeed taught by the gym teacher. Everyone just laughed off the data flow issues. The protagonist finding it dull and speeding up was no big deal. I’ll correct any major issues you notice. In fact, even when you didn’t pay attention, I sometimes modified the previous text (sly grin).