System notification: Administrator Meng Qi uploaded a group Red Envelope—Arhat Fist.
Meng Qi: I noticed there's a Red Envelope feature, so here's one for everyone!
Meng Chuan was speechless. Not only was this guy swearing, he was also trying to pull the wool over their eyes.
Would a mighty Great Emperor like me want some mortal martial art?
System notification: Administrator Meng Chuan claimed Arhat Fist.
It's free, anyway!
System notification: Administrator Zhang Sanfeng claimed Arhat Fist.
One scroll of Arhat Fist had countless Group Friends vying to bow before it!
System notification: Administrator Zhang Sanfeng uploaded a group Red Envelope—Wudang Mental Method. System notification: Administrator Zhang Sanfeng uploaded a group Red Envelope—Pure Yang Limitless Art.
System notification: Administrator Zhang Sanfeng uploaded a group Red Envelope—Taiji Swordsmanship.
Zhang Sanfeng: I don't know whether these will be of any help to you, but anyone who needs them is welcome to claim them.
Zhang Sanfeng was very openhanded. He had uploaded practically everything Wudang had.
After watching Meng Qi's Fate Instance earlier, the other three had also chosen to make theirs available after some editing. They now knew one another's backgrounds inside and out.
Zhang Sanfeng: Little Meng, if you intend to practice the martial arts this old Daoist uploaded, remember to ask the Chat Group whether it can conceal them first.
Everyone in the group understood what Zhang Sanfeng meant. Given Meng Qi's circumstances, using martial arts he could not possibly have obtained, without any explanation, would truly be courting death.
And they weren't even martial arts from The One and Only!
System notification: Administrator Meng Chuan claimed all of Administrator Zhang Sanfeng's Red Envelopes.
Meng Qi: ...
Meng Qi: Great Emperor, are you there?
Meng Chuan: No.
Meng Qi: Great Emperor, you can't just abandon me! Little Meng is a fan of yours, Dao Beginning Great Emperor! Back in the day, you were my absolute favorite. That line, "Who stands at the summit where the Immortal Path ends? One glimpse of Dao Beginning, and all other Daos become empty," really filled me with admiration!
Meng Chuan: ???
Meng Chuan: That line is about Great Emperor Wushi. He's still inside divine source right now. Do you know you're breaking the fucking law?
Meng Chuan: I have no way to give you my cultivation technique. Perfected Zhang's martial arts may differ somewhat from those in your world, but at least they're similar. If the Chat Group can conceal them, you might be able to slip them past unnoticed.
Meng Chuan: But mine don't even belong to the same artistic style as your world!
Daigu Madoka: I don't even have any cultivation techniques over here.
Ancient One: I can upload the Secret Mages' methods of training.
System notification: Administrator Ancient One uploaded a group Red Envelope—Secret Mage Compendium (How Long Will It Take You to Go from Apprentice Mage to Sorcerer Supreme?). System notification: Administrator Meng Chuan claimed the Red Envelope.
Watching the panel in the Zen Monastery, Meng Qi laughed aloud. Useless at everything, but number one at freeloading!
Seeing the repeated notifications of himself claiming Red Envelopes, Meng Chuan felt a little embarrassed. He opened the Red Envelope feature and, after examining it, made a discovery.
At present, the Red Envelope feature could only send things without life or souls, as well as knowledge. Whether it was an Administrator privilege or something else, there were no restrictions on sending them. They could send both group Red Envelopes and ones addressed to specific recipients, and they didn't need anything like points, either.
System notification: Administrator Meng Chuan uploaded a group Red Envelope—Dao Beginning Scripture. System notification: Administrator Meng Chuan uploaded a group Red Envelope—Forty Thousand Jin of Divine Source.
Meng Chuan: The Dao Beginning Scripture is a cultivation technique I created by distilling my own Great Dao after becoming an Emperor. Feel free to download and practice it—except you, Meng Qi!
Meng Chuan: The forty thousand jin of divine source is a cultivation resource. It can provide you with ample heaven and earth essence. I've already sealed it, so none will leak out.
It wasn't that Meng Chuan was stingy, giving them only ten thousand jin of divine source each. A Great Emperor could refine divine source liquid out of thin air. To a Great Emperor, divine source really was nothing more than a number.
If the worlds of Zhang Sanfeng and the others could support the Shrouding the Heavens system—that is, the path of Body as Seed—then ten thousand jin of divine source would last them a very long time. Not everyone had a desolate ancient sacred body, after all.
Besides, if he sent tens or hundreds of millions of jin over and Zhang Sanfeng claimed it, was he supposed to crush Wudang Mountain?
System notification: Administrator Zhang Sanfeng claimed the Red Envelope. System notification: Administrator Ancient One claimed the Red Envelope.
They chatted idly in the group for a while longer before Meng Qi hurriedly sent a message.
Meng Qi: Everyone, it's almost time for morning lessons here, so I'm logging off! Goodbye, everyone! Goodbye, Great Emperor!
Zhang Sanfeng: Goodbye, Little Meng!
Ancient One: Goodbye, Little Meng!
Daigu Madoka: Goodbye, Little Meng!
Meng Chuan: Get lost!
As Meng Qi's avatar dimmed, Meng Chuan also prepared to make himself scarce.
Meng Chuan: I'll be leaving for a while too, everyone. I just arrived on this ancient star, and I still have some things to do.
Zhang Sanfeng: Your business comes first, Great Emperor.
In a dimly lit room filled with books, a bald sorceress in yellow robes watched the panel vanish before her, her expression growing a little more animated.
"Chat Group, historical figures, giants, Great Emperors, the other shore..."
"The world is larger than I thought. What I saw was only what I was capable of seeing."
"Perhaps..."
In a thoroughly modern bedroom, Daigu stared blankly at the ceiling.
"I thought Ultraman and monsters were unbelievable enough. Who knew I'd encounter something like this!"
"The Great Emperor's strength, Little Meng's world... how incredible."
"Daigu! Daigu!"
Rena waved her hand in front of Daigu's eyes. "How long are you going to keep staring into space? It's time to get up!"
Wudang.
As Zhang Sanfeng examined the scripture that had inexplicably appeared in his mind, his eyes blazed with an unprecedented radiance. Waves of air surged around him, flattening the plants on the ground. They swept all the way to Wudang's distant main hall, striking it with loud bangs.
And you still claimed you weren't practicing cultivation!
"The path ahead has revealed itself..."
A smile tugged at Meng Chuan's lips. He was happy today, and not just because of his golden finger.
He had become a Great Emperor, but Great Emperors were lonely. Everyone saw only their invincibility, overlooking how most Great Emperors throughout history had walked alone.
An Emperor was invincible, with no one who could remain at his side for long.
Yet now this Chat Group had appeared, bringing him familiar figures from his past life.
The mischievous, optimistic Little Meng; the quiet, composed Ancient One; the upright Daigu; and Zhang Sanfeng, who was both remarkably adaptable and warmhearted.
They wouldn't become stiff and reserved because Meng Chuan was a Great Emperor, and he could joke around with them to his heart's content.
"That feeling of being human has returned!"
Meng Chuan stretched languidly. He liked this feeling. No one had ever decreed that a high cultivation level meant cutting off all emotions and desires. Cry when you wanted to cry, laugh when you wanted to laugh—either was fine!
In those bygone years, the Desolate Heaven Emperor had walked his long road alone, even his own son sacrificed in blood. His words had made Meng Chuan's heart ache back in his past life.
"How could an Immortal Emperor cry?"
How desolate! Although Meng Chuan was currently only an Emperor within the human dao realm, he was lonely in the present Shrouding the Heavens World too. He didn't want to end up like that.
Wasn't what the Desolate Heaven Emperor missed most also the Little One of those days, secretly drinking beast milk and clamoring to carry a few big fatties back to the village?
"But whatever kind of life I want to lead, the strongest guarantee is still my own power."
Sensing those exceedingly basic martial arts methods in his mind, Meng Chuan smiled. Although they couldn't bring him any improvement, they were a good sign.
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