By now, more than half a year had passed since the Cultivation World entered a state of combat readiness. News of breakthroughs poured in one after another. Nicknames like “Small Lu Yang” and claims like “makings of another Lu Yang” sprang up everywhere, as if every prodigy could rival the Lu Yang from back then.

Prodigies with the nickname “Small Mengzhou” were far fewer. After all, imitating Meng Jingzhou was simply too difficult. What prodigy didn’t dream of spending the night with a saintess or a demoness?

At first, Lu Yang wanted to curb this unwholesome trend, but his fame was too great. Everyone viewed him as their role model, and the resulting noxious fad had grown too strong to stop.

Lu Yang couldn't help but sigh. Sitting in the newspaper office reading intelligence reports day after day, he had already learned to automatically...