More than half a year had passed since the Cultivation World entered a state of military preparedness. News of cultivators breaking through came one after another, and "Little Lu Yangs" and "Lu Yang-level talents" were blooming everywhere. It seemed any young prodigy could hold their own against the Lu Yang of years past.
There were far fewer prodigies calling themselves "Little Meng Jingzhous." After all, imitating Meng Jingzhou was far too difficult. Which prodigy didn't dream of spending a night of passion with a Saintess or a demoness?
At first, Lu Yang had wanted to stop this unhealthy trend. But his reputation had been too great, and everyone took him as their target. The ill wind had grown too strong to stop.
All Lu Yang could do was sigh. Every day, he sat in the newspaper office and read the intelligence. After a while, he could automatically filter out the words "Little Lu Yang."
It also reflected the Cultivation World's vigorous, upward-spiraling spirit. Everyone was doing their best to seize this great opportunity and cultivate with all their might.
It would be even better if they could distinguish themselves in the battle against the Zhutian Civilization.
Nowadays, things worthy of making the paper happened in the Cultivation World every moment. The weekly newspaper could no longer satisfy the people's needs.
Fortunately, the aid team brought by Dean Gao had made a major breakthrough in combining spiritual energy with technology. They could now mass-produce quantum communicators, though the cost had yet to come down. Usually, three to five households pooled their money to buy one.
Communication efficiency had improved tremendously, and the newspaper had naturally gone from the Cultivation Weekly to the Cultivation Daily.
"Strange. Why haven't the Zhutian Civilization's warships arrived yet?" Emperor Xia and the others wondered. More than