Ning Zheng's Musings

Sword Forging Manor.

In the room, Ning Zheng opened his eyes as he sat before the desk. A hint of complexity showed in his gaze. "Time really does pass quickly over there. So much has happened in the blink of an eye."

A spaceship crossing over, lying low, conducting experiments, exploring, making plans, rising up, reaching the summit—

It had only taken a little over two thousand years.

Even after confirming it several times, he still found it bizarre.

A smile appeared on Ning Zheng's face:

"That fellow isn't easy to fool now. He's already more than ten times my age, and he's become quite shrewd, plotting for an entire world. From this transaction, I should be able to earn an enormous amount of Luck Value from that side."

Ultimately, Ning Zheng was simply too young, yet he bore burdens that did not belong to someone his age.

But then again.

I, Ning Zheng, accomplished this much at just over a hundred years old, while he achieved that level at over two thousand. I suppose there's nothing particularly astonishing about it.

Ning Zheng did not think there was anything special about himself. He hid in the manor and lived an unremarkable life, with nothing more than a Luck gambling table.

Ye Kuang Xiu's side had the Nine Provinces divine artifacts cheat as well, so naturally, he would not progress slowly.

Ning Zheng was filled with anticipation. "As expected, one really can't underestimate these so-called Fourth Calamities. They look weak in Sword Forging Manor only because they have no room to display their abilities. The game has only been live for a little over half a year—how could they possibly have grown stronger?"

After developing a little, their realms were already higher than mine.

Ning Zheng looked at his Cultivation Level,