Who Was Getting Everything for Free?

System notice: Administrator Meng Qi uploaded a group red packet—Arhat Fist.

Meng Qi: I saw there was a red packet feature, so I thought I'd send everyone one!

Meng Chuan was speechless. Meng Qi wasn't just talking nonsense; he was trying to fool people too.

I'm a mighty Great Emperor. Would I want some mortal martial art?

System notice: Administrator Meng Chuan claimed Arhat Fist.

It was free, after all!

System notice: Administrator Zhang Sanfeng claimed Arhat Fist.

One manual of Arhat Fist had countless group members bending over backward to claim it!

System notice: Administrator Zhang Sanfeng uploaded a group red packet—Wudang Mental Method.

System notice: Administrator Zhang Sanfeng uploaded a group red packet—Pure Yang Limitless Art.

System notice: Administrator Zhang Sanfeng uploaded a group red packet—Taiji Swordsmanship.

Zhang Sanfeng: I don't know whether these will be of any help to you, but if you need them, feel free to claim them.

Zhang Sanfeng was generous. He had uploaded nearly everything Wudang had.

After they had viewed Meng Qi's fate dungeon, edited versions of the other three had been opened as well. They all knew one another's backgrounds now.

Zhang Sanfeng: Little Meng, if you want to practice the martial arts I uploaded, remember to ask whether the Chat Group can conceal them first.

Everyone in the group understood what Zhang Sanfeng meant. In Meng Qi's situation, using martial arts he had no possible way of obtaining would be courting death.

Especially when those martial arts weren't even from the world of Lifetime!

System notice: Administrator Meng Chuan claimed all of Administrator Zhang Sanfeng's red packets.

Meng Qi: ...

Meng Qi: Great Emperor, are you there?

Meng Chuan: No.

Meng Qi: Great Emperor, you can't abandon me! Little Meng is a fan of you, Dao Beginning Great Emperor. Back then, you were my favorite! "Who stands atop the Immortal Path's end? At the sight of Dao Shi, all paths fade to nothing." That line filled me with admiration!

Meng Chuan: ???

Meng Chuan: That line is about Great Emperor Wushi. He's still inside Divine Source! You've broken the damn law, you know that?

Meng Chuan: I can't give you my cultivation technique. Though Zhang's martial arts differ somewhat from those of your world, they're similar enough that you might muddle through if the Chat Group can conceal them.

Meng Chuan: But mine doesn't even look like it belongs in your world!

Daigu Madoka: My world doesn't even have cultivation techniques.

The Ancient One: I can upload the Secret Mage cultivation methods.

System notice: Administrator The Ancient One uploaded a group red packet—Secret Mage Compendium (How Long Will It Take You to Go from Mage Apprentice to Sorcerer Supreme?).

System notice: Administrator Meng Chuan claimed the red packet.

Looking at the panel in the Zen Monastery, Meng Qi burst out laughing. Meng Chuan was good for nothing else, but he was number one at getting things for free!

Seeing yet another notice announcing that he had claimed a red packet, Meng Chuan felt a little embarrassed. He opened the red packet feature and studied it.

For now, it only allowed them to upload things without life or souls, along with knowledge. Whether it was an administrator privilege or something else, they faced no restrictions on sending red packets: they could send them to the group or designate recipients, and they needed no points or anything of the sort.

System notice: Administrator Meng Chuan uploaded a group red packet—Dao Beginning Scripture.

System notice: Administrator Meng Chuan uploaded a group red packet—forty thousand jin of Divine Source.

Meng Chuan: I compiled the Dao Beginning Scripture from my own Dao after becoming a Great Emperor. You can all download and practice it as you please—except Meng Qi!

Meng Chuan: The forty thousand jin of Divine Source are cultivation resources. They'll provide you with plenty of vital energy from heaven and earth. I've sealed them so nothing will leak out.

Meng Chuan wasn't being stingy by giving each person only ten thousand jin of Divine Source. A Great Emperor could refine Divine Source Liquid out of thin air; to him, Divine Source was nothing more than a number.

If the worlds of Zhang Sanfeng and the others could support the Shrouding the Heavens cultivation system—the path of taking oneself as the seed—ten thousand jin of Divine Source would last them a long time. Not everyone had a Desolate Ancient Sacred Body.

Besides, if he sent tens or hundreds of millions of jin and Zhang Sanfeng claimed it, was he supposed to crush Wudang Mountain under the weight?

System notice: Administrator Zhang Sanfeng claimed the red packet.

System notice: Administrator The Ancient One claimed the red packet.

They chatted in the group for a while longer before Meng Qi hurriedly sent a message.

Meng Qi: Everyone, I have morning lessons soon, so I've got to go! See you all! See you, Great Emperor!

Zhang Sanfeng: See you, Little Meng!

The Ancient One: See you, Little Meng!

Daigu Madoka: See you, Little Meng!

Meng Chuan: Get lost!

As Meng Qi's avatar went gray, Meng Chuan prepared to slip away too.

Meng Chuan: I'll be leaving for a bit as well. I've just arrived on this ancient star, and I still have a few things to do.

Zhang Sanfeng: Your business comes first, Great Emperor.

In a dim room filled with books, a bald mage in a yellow robe watched the panel before her fade away. Her expression grew more animated.

"Chat Group, historical figures, giants, Great Emperors, Other Shore..."

"The world is larger than I thought. What I've seen is only what I'm able to see."

"Perhaps..."

In a distinctly modern bedroom, Daigu stared blankly at the ceiling.

"I thought Ultraman and monsters were unbelievable enough. I never expected something like this!"

"The Great Emperor's power, Little Meng's world... How extraordinary..."

"Daigu! Daigu!"

Lina waved a hand in front of Daigu's eyes. "How long are you going to keep staring into space? It's time to get up!"

Wudang.

Zhang Sanfeng gazed at the scripture that had inexplicably appeared in his mind. An unprecedented brilliance burst from his eyes, and waves of force surged around him. Plants on the ground were flattened outright. The waves rolled all the way to Wudang's main hall, striking it with a series of bangs.

And you said you weren't cultivating immortality!

"The road ahead has appeared..."

Meng Chuan smiled. He was happy today, and not just because of his newfound Golden Finger.

He had become a Great Emperor, but Great Emperors were lonely. Everyone saw their invincibility, yet overlooked how most Great Emperors throughout history had stood alone.

An emperor was invincible. No one could remain by his side for long.

But the Chat Group had appeared, bringing him those familiar figures from his previous life.

Little Meng, playful and optimistic; The Ancient One, quiet and composed; Daigu, upright; and Zhang Sanfeng, quick to accept things and warmhearted besides.

They weren't constrained by Meng Chuan's status as a Great Emperor, and he could banter with them to his heart's content.

"I feel human again!"

Meng Chuan stretched lazily. He liked this feeling. No one had decreed that growing stronger meant cutting off all emotion. He could cry when he wanted to and laugh when he wanted to!

Back then, the Desolate Heaven Emperor had walked a long, lonely road and even sacrificed his own child in blood. His words had made Meng Chuan's heart ache in his previous life.

How could the Immortal Emperor cry?

How desolate that was! Meng Chuan was only an emperor in the human realm for now, but in the present Shrouding the Heavens World, he was lonely too. He didn't want to end up like that.

Wasn't the person the Desolate Heaven Emperor missed most that little boy who secretly drank beast milk and clamored to carry a few big chubby children back to the village?

"But whatever kind of life I want, my own strength is still its surest guarantee."

Meng Chuan sensed the few exceedingly basic martial arts methods in his mind and smiled. They could not help him make any progress, but they were a good sign.

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