Everything seemed like a dream. From thatched huts to classic wooden courtyards, from being discriminated against to being respected and served by servants, even the farmer in the story of the Snail Maiden could only go so far.

"How are you feeling, young man?"

Mu Hong stroked his beard as he looked at Dao Chengyi, who was curiously observing his surroundings and seemed somewhat reserved. He had completely changed his appearance from head to toe, now wearing a blue robe, cloth boots, and a hat. After being carefully bathed and dressed by a meticulous maid, coupled with his inherent scholarly demeanor, this country bumpkin now possessed a touch of the elegance of a city scholar.

"It feels like a lifetime ago, or like a fleeting dream."

Even in my past life, things weren't this good. I could have been served by beautiful maids, or at least not have to be a beast of burden licking others' boots all day. Now that I've tried this, it's truly... irresistible.

"People love gold, talented men love love, and kings and nobles seek power. All of these are nothing more than greed, anger and desire. My young master has always been concerned with his heart and is not bound by fame. He often spends a lot of money to make friends all over the world. The young master is just in the right place at the right time."

As long as the young scholar's inspiration continues, even the most extravagant dreams are not in vain, and simple fare is not worth cherishing.

Mu Hong found Dao Chengyi's words quite normal; people from different social classes naturally have different perspectives, and it's common for them to find it difficult to adapt at first.

"Thank you for your guidance, Elder Mou. I am also full of inspiration today, and I have some ideas for the next volume as well."

He had seen these words in the memories of the old scholar he had swallowed, but the difference was that these memories contained more criticism than praise for the Third Young Master, especially the rumor that he was a martial arts cripple.

However, the conversation in the carriage was unusually straightforward, and Dao Chengyi was somewhat unsure of what to say. At this moment, Mu Hong also brought up the matter.

"You don't need to think of the young master's martial arts skills as a secret. It was to protect the young master before, but now it's not necessary."

So you were cautious before, but now you're not? I'm afraid it's not just for that reason. Dao Chengyi didn't say much, just nodded in agreement.

This small courtyard is located in Niujiao Lane in the south of the city. It is inhabited by residents who originally owned houses in the city. The atmosphere here is similar to that of a rural town, but the Third Young Master considered that Daochengyi, who was new to the area, needed to adapt.

The courtyard was fully furnished, with four gates and eight side rooms. The residents were also people who appreciated elegance. Bamboo, peonies, osmanthus and other plants were planted in a staggered manner. There was a small pond in the courtyard with red carp swimming in the clear water.

The study contained a vast collection of books, including medical texts and identification books, all designed to meet the needs of writing. The maids served as reference material for the characters, and Dao Chengyi could manipulate them at will.

Dao Chengyi adapted quickly to this and accepted it all with a clear conscience. After enjoying a delicious meal, he went to his study to begin working on the latest volume.

After all, he was chosen because of this book. As for whether there were other conspiracies, Dao Chengyi didn't have the brains to figure it out. He could only take it one step at a time.

Having achieved the goal of entering the city, the next step is to start practicing martial arts. According to Manager Mu Hong, he can only practice martial arts at the Mu family's Fushan Martial Arts School.

The local specialty is cattle, and families with the surname Mou are based on cattle. According to Tun's memory, the Mou family used Pingshan cattle as their breed, and family members used earth and stone as their symbols, making them strong and difficult to harm.

Opposing the Mu family are two other families: the Niu family and the Liao family. The former is also associated with cattle, while the latter is closer to Dao Chengyi's style. The Liao family started out with insects, especially horseflies, and is showing signs of becoming the leader of the three families.

The rest are officials like the City Lord's Mansion, as well as some martial arts schools and gangs that follow his rule. As the saying goes, a small place has many crows, so let's temporarily call them two schools and four gangs. Although there are many other forces, they are not large enough or united.

If this is the case in one city, then the entire Xin Su Dynasty is even more so. Famous sects and factions, organized by province, stand alongside the dynasty, and powerful families and nobles are intertwined with the nation. The reasons behind this are too numerous to explain, but can be summarized in one word:

Refine!

Simplifying complexity is a form of refinement! Seeking the Dao and achieving immortality is a trial! Defeating enemies and finding peace of mind is an even greater refinement!

Taking this large character for "refinement" as a conclusion, Dao Chengyi let out a long breath.

Judging from the extraordinary system of this world, he could never live a peaceful life. Whenever he used Gu, he would always be targeted by others.

To feel at ease, he could willingly kill Zhao Er; to feel at ease, he could harbor murderous intent towards the nobles in the city. Similarly, to feel at ease, he could entrust his life to the good and evil and fate of others. Dao Chengyi could not do that.

I came to the city to practice martial arts and improve my skills in Gu refining. I want to reach the highest level in martial arts and cultivate the Eternal Gu in Gu refining. Now is the time to begin.

As for refining Gu, unsurprisingly, the most effective thing for him is people, and he can't escape people. Of course, before that, he needs to create a power for himself, a power that is obedient enough to collect all kinds of Gu materials.

So how should we cultivate them? By placing Gu worms? By offering benefits? Or by instilling faith? Or by cultivating mentally addictive Gu worms to make them spontaneously fall into depravity?

Thoughts unconsciously flowed out on paper in Chinese characters, and all sorts of bizarre and horrific ideas kept emerging. People abandoned humanity, morality, and ethics, all for their own peace of mind and for their own greater desires.

"Hehe...hahaha"

"This is the last one! This is the right one!"

The three words "gene worm" became the final answer to the question. Since it was based on flesh and blood, then let's use that as a foundation to devour and refine everything.

They were rascals who only cared about the present, frustrated scholars, and ordinary people from another world who were completely uninhibited and carefree.

Dao Cheng chuckled to himself, the dopamine released from his wild fantasies making him incredibly high. He tore apart the few sheets of paper he had just filled with writing and ate them one by one.

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