The Primordial World's First Open Scheme, An Anti-Fraud Guide

<Golden Ao Island Code of Conduct and Jie Sect Disciple Anti-Fraud Guide (First Edition)>

The title was long, strange, but eye-catching enough.

He didn't ramble on about any Supreme Principles of the Great Dao. Instead, using the most straightforward, most accessible language, combined with one shocking "case study" after another, he laid out his core ideas.

[General Principle Article One: To live is everything! Any act that endangers living is foolish! Remember, the dead have no meaning whatsoever!]

[Detailed Rule One: On "Treasures"]

"Fellow Daoist, please stay, you have a connection with the Western Sect." "This treasure has a connection with me."

When you hear these two sentences, do not hesitate for a moment. Immediately, right now, use your fastest speed to flee! Do not look back! Do not argue! Do not try to reason! The thickness of the other party's face is beyond your imagination.

Case Analysis: A certain Primordial World great power, unwilling to part with an Innate Spiritual Treasure, debated with a certain Western Sect sage, and ultimately ended up "connected" along with the treasure. Their whereabouts remain unknown to this day.

[Detailed Rule Two: On "Face"]

Face is the most useless thing in the Primordial World, and also the most lethal. Is it worth courting death over a petty quarrel?

Correct approach: When someone insults you, you should smile at them and say, "Fellow Daoist speaks rightly." Then silently note down their name and cave dwelling location. A gentleman's revenge is never too late—even if it takes an entire kalpa.

[Detailed Rule Three: On "Sparring"]

Any voluntarily initiated sparring invitation should be regarded as potential murder.

Three standard phrases to decline sparring:

"Senior/ Junior Brother, I deviated in my cultivation yesterday and am unfit for combat."

"I recently had a sudden insight and am at a critical moment in seclusion—truly a pity."

"I... I cannot defeat you." (Note: Use this one with caution, but its effect is outstanding.)

[Detailed Rule Four: On "Tempering"]

The Primordial World is treacherous, and people's hearts are unfathomable. Any tempering trip down the mountain without clear safety guarantees and massive benefits is suicide.

Please firmly remember the three elements of risk assessment:

One, ask about gains: Is the gain from this trip greater than a hundred years of seclusion?

Two, ask about risk: Is the probability of falling here lower than one in ten thousand?

Three, ask about backing: If something goes wrong, is there a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal-level big shot willing to stand up for me?

If the answer to any of these three is "no," refuse immediately.

Thousands of words flowed forth. Chen Changsheng perfectly combined the "sly dog" wisdom from countless web novels of later generations with the brutal reality of the Primordial World, compiling a survival manual that could only be called "nanny-level."

After writing the last word, he let out a long breath.

The content was ready, but how to spread it without anyone noticing was another problem.

Handing it out himself was out of the question—too conspicuous.

Entrusting it to others was unreliable.

Chen Changsheng paced in his cave dwelling, his gaze sweeping over a pile of blank jade slips he usually used as aids in cultivation. A plan gradually took shape in his mind.

He was going to pull off a Primordial World version of "viral marketing."

For the next three days, Chen Changsheng stayed behind closed doors, using his dharma power to replicate over a thousand copies of this Guide.

After finishing all this, he quietly waited for an opportunity.

On a night when the moon was dark and the wind high.

Chen Changsheng activated the [Turtle Breath] divine art, suppressing his own aura to a level even lower than a mortal's, and slipped out of his cave dwelling without a sound.

Like a ghost, he wove through the residential area of the Outer Sect Disciples on Golden Ao Island.

Every time he passed a cave dwelling, he flicked his finger, and a jade slip silently landed before the other party's door.

Under the stone benches of the Dharma Transmission Platform, he hid a few.

In the corners of the Scripture Repository, he stuffed a few.

Even beside the big water vat in the Outer Sect cafeteria, he thoughtfully placed a few.

After finishing all this, he quietly returned to his cave dwelling, concealing his merit and fame.

The next morning.

Outer Sect Disciple Wang Ermazi yawned as he walked out of his cave dwelling, ready to attend the day's morning lessons, when his foot kicked a hard object.

"Hm? Who's so inconsiderate, littering like this?"

He picked it up and saw it was a jade slip.

His divine sense probed inside.

<Golden Ao Island Code of Conduct and Jie Sect Disciple Anti-Fraud Guide (First Edition)>

Wang Ermazi froze.

What the hell was this?

Filled with curiosity, he read on.

A quarter of an hour later, his expression shifted from confusion to shock, then to gravity, and finally settled into deep contemplation.

"Hiss... that actually... makes some sense!"

On the other side, Li Tieniu, who was usually the most eager to fight, also discovered an identical jade slip on his meditation mat.

"Hmph! Tricks and nonsense!"

He was about to crush it in his hand, but when he saw [Clause Three: Regarding 'Sparring'], his movement halted.

He recalled last month, when he had acted on impulse, sparring with someone, only to be secretly sabotaged. His magic treasure was damaged and still hadn't been repaired.

"This... isn't this talking about me?" Li Tieniu's face flushed red and pale by turns.

The same scene played out repeatedly across the thousand or so cave dwellings in the entire Outer Sect area.

At first, most disciples dismissed the mysterious jade slip as a prank.

But when they realized that almost everyone had received one, the nature of the matter changed.

Whispers spread like wildfire among the Outer Sect disciples.

"Did you read it? That Anti-Fraud Guide!"

"I read it, I read it! It's so scathing! What's that line—'The thickness of the other party's face exceeds your imagination'? Hahahaha!"

"What are you laughing at! I think it's spot on! Isn't that incident last time when Senior Disciple Brother Zhang Feng led a team down the mountain the perfect example? If they had read this and done a risk assessment, would so many people have died?"

A newly initiated young disciple spoke with lingering fear.

His words instantly silenced the laughter around him.

Right.

Zhang Feng.

That crushing defeat, those dozen or so mangled corpses sent back—it was a shadow that haunted every Outer Sect disciple.

If they had seen this Guide sooner, would the outcome have been different?

An emotion called "reflection" began to ferment among the crowd.

"I used to think that as a Jie Sect disciple, I should charge forward without hesitation, daring to ride the rapids. But now I think, if you lose your life, what's the point of daring?"

"Exactly. The first article of the general principles is right—dead people mean nothing!"

"Who wrote this jade slip? Every word is a gem, every sentence strikes home! This is real wisdom that considers us low-level disciples!"

No one knew the author.

But that didn't stop them from treating the Guide as a sacred text.

Within just a few days, the <Golden Ao Island Safety Code of Conduct and Anti-Fraud Guide for Jie Sect Disciples> became a sensation.

At an unbelievable speed, it became the most widely circulated "manual" among Outer Sect disciples.

Everyone had a copy, studying it day and night.

Some even memorized its articles by heart, adopting them as rules of conduct.

The atmosphere of the Golden Ao Island Outer Sect began to shift subtly, almost imperceptibly.

Before, when disciples met on the road, they would compete over who had the fiercer aura, whose magic treasure shone brighter.

Now, when they met, they clasped their hands in greeting, wearing kind smiles, and murmured, "Senior Disciple Brother looks well today, but your brow is dark—best not to go out. Returning to your cave to meditate in seclusion would be the safer choice."

This trend naturally caught the attention of the Inner Sect disciples.

One day, the Inner Sect Senior Disciple Brother, Daoist Duobao, finished his seclusion and was testing the cultivation of his Registered Disciples in front of his cave dwelling.

Watching a disciple wield his sword technique with a lifeless, feeble air, lacking any of the sharpness expected of a Jie Sect disciple, he frowned.

"Presumptuous! Our Jie Sect swordsmanship demands charging forward without hesitation, advancing without retreat! This limp, weak display—what kind of conduct is this!"

The Registered Disciple trembled in fear and immediately knelt.

"Master, please calm your anger! Disciple... disciple was just heeding the teachings of the Guide, leaving some leeway in all things, so that we may meet again with goodwill..."

"The Guide?"

Daoist Duobao was taken aback.

"What guide?"

The disciple dared not hide anything. He quickly pulled a jade slip from his bosom and respectfully handed it over.

Daoist Duobao took the jade slip, skeptical, and probed it with his divine sense.

The next moment, his expression shifted from confusion to astonishment, then to wonder, and finally settled into a deep, dark cloud.

The hand gripping the jade slip slowly bulged with veins.