Chapter Thirty-One: The Beginning

  The world

  Yang Yunqiu returned to Earth from the base of Yan Guo, and as soon as she stepped out of the time-space gate, she appeared in a corner of the most secluded abandoned parking lot at Nanda. She felt that the weather had also turned cold, and it didn't feel good.

  Put away the key to the space-time door, insert it into the card slot on the necklace, take off the outer robe and put it away, inside is still the old sports suit, he rushed back to the dormitory.

  The lights in the dormitory were slightly dim.

  The other seven roommates, except for one who was lying on the bed playing online games and had forgotten about everything, even eating in bed, were not around.

  Yang Yunqiu took out the doll and let it open the database. At first glance, she saw Fu Ning's return to Changsu Town, where he had left a cryptic message in a hidden place - "Two girls entered Shangming Academy, do not think about it."

  This heart of his has finally fallen to the ground.

  Continue flipping through the rest, above is the information collected by the doll during this period of time about Yang Jingting's encounter with disaster.

  In the 32nd year of Shengde, on February 8th, the ruler of Yan State, Kuang Feng, issued an order to execute the traitor and original Grand Master Yang Jingting.

  On September 10th, Yang Jingting calmed down his family members and surrendered. In the Taiji Temple, he was put on trial. Thirteen masked masters appeared and set up a Thunderbolt Array that required the souls of five hundred boys and girls to activate, intending to kill Kuang Feng.

  Yang Jingting was seriously injured and on the verge of death while trying to save Kuang Feng.

  On November 8th, at the Wind Pavilion Mountain in Ya Jing, three hundred people from the Yang family were ambushed and killed. The Great Master's life was not spared, and his soul vanished into nothingness.

  It was all what Yang Yunqiu already knew, and what he didn't know wasn't easy to investigate.

  He sighed and stopped thinking about it, as there was no use in doing so anyway.

  There were thirteen sheets of tracing paper on the table, he shifted his gaze over and stared blankly at the papers.

  "Don't be distracted, come and take a look at the website I made. Unless you have our business card, you can't log in. I believe that after a while, we will become an urban legend."

  "The doll said with a pleased expression, 'Let's make it more interesting, absorb more people, process them in batches, and the efficiency will definitely be much higher than you going to help them one by one to earn merit.'"

  Yang Yunqiu suddenly lost her smile, the website that appeared before her eyes was not very unusual, a simple and elegant page, with only one line of magnificent and powerful words - I want to stand at the top of the world!

  The background music is incredibly good, I don't know where the doll found it from, there are no lyrics, just symphonies, but listening to it makes one's blood boil, even a cold heart seems to melt instantly.

  He had never heard such music before.

  The entire website had an air of mystery, Yang Yunqiu's mind was shaken, and the voices and faces of his loved ones who had not appeared for many days reappeared before his eyes. He quickly collected his thoughts, and it seemed that he had carefully looked at the doll, only to discover that it cleverly depicted a maze-like pattern that bewildered people's minds. The sound waves also had a similar effect, harmless, like an illusion, allowing people to perceive what they most yearned for deep within their hearts.

  Click on the font, and a table will appear, asking you what kind of person you want to become.

  Approved, it's just a disguised game-like fantasy test.

  Using an illusion that even masters can't withstand as a 'game' for ordinary people is really a waste of great talent on something trivial.

  It's better to use a simplified version, similar to the current 'game', to filter out truly valuable people first, and then let them experience the illusion, so as to gather their situation and determine the 'treatment' method.

  "The best way to gain merit is to save lives and redeem the dead. The core of saving lives and redeeming the dead is to rescue people's hearts. Autumn brother, if you can turn all the evil people, mediocre people, and ordinary people in this world into exceptional individuals who excel in all aspects, and they all serve you and become your followers, then you are undoubtedly a god, and this is truly universal salvation."

  The doll's grand ambitions made Yang Yunqiu laugh, but the hardest thing to control in the world is people's hearts, and he can only save a few.

  Fortunately, he didn't want to be a saint and didn't try to eradicate people's selfishness by force, turning everyone into good people. He just wanted to use their selfishness and desires to gain merit for himself, a mutually beneficial deal that could actually work.

  "The website is well done, this method also works, however, still need to find a few people to experiment first, before deciding whether to continue or not."

  Yang Yunqiu thought of that conversation a few nights ago.

  According to the calculations of a future intelligent life doll from a distant past that is hard to count in years, with Yang Yunqiu's qualifications and the current speed of accumulating merits, it will take nine years to break through to the seventh rank.

  This is still smooth and unimpeded.

  Yang Yunqiu didn't have time to wait, and neither would Duan Guo's enemies, nor could they give him nine years.

  So, the doll in the base chewed through all the encrypted materials and finally came up with a method that minimized the cost of using merit to quickly improve her cultivation. Also, the speed of accumulating merit was crucial, and the method needed to be improved - it required developing a downline to work together and keep pace with the times.

  For example, he helped someone completely eliminate their guilt and then allowed the other person to continue accumulating merit through some kind of object he created. Those merits were useless for ordinary people but for Yang Yunqiu, they were a great tonic.

  One by one, they weave a large net. With so many people on earth, merits and virtues will gather around him like a flood.

  "For you, I really can't quantify the merits, but I can express the merits accumulated by others with numbers, and when they reach a certain amount, I can give them some benefits to make their motivation stronger. In fact, when they join in and temper themselves into good feelings, the sense of achievement they gain is already enough to make them work hard... just like those online system novels."

  "What a great idea! Use something that's insignificant to you, and have others help you with it. Both parties will benefit, and there won't be any drawbacks."

  Yang Yunqiu suddenly felt that letting more dolls go online and have a stroll around the internet wasn't entirely without benefits.

  It sounds easy to talk about it, but he had to spend a lot of time and energy listing the terms of the contract, making sure there were no loopholes at all.

  He wants to gain through others, but first he must put in the effort. The only thing he can do is let others use the magic tools he made to get things done, and also let the magic tools play the most important role.

  However, if Yang Yunqiu really lets ordinary people use the artifacts he made by installing energy stones or drawing convergence arrays and other methods, he will be careful. The other party can use it for good or evil, and what Yang Yunqiu gets is only merit, but not guilt.

  Although he has a pair of diligent eyes, there is still a gap in the dense, and to prevent the occurrence of omissions, a very detailed contract protection is needed.

  The doll said he didn't spend anything, but now it seems that to accomplish this, the things he consumed, just the dragon skin paper that can be used to constrain the contractor, is enough to make people's hearts ache.

  Although these trivial matters are troublesome, Yang Yunqiu has never been afraid of trouble.

  As for the trial product responsible for earning merits, the first choice is Wang Yi.

  Wang Yi's guilt is neither particularly deep nor particularly rare, his temperament is not tenacious, and he is not clever as a person. But who made him the first to run into Yang Yunqiu's hands? He can only honestly be his little white mouse.

  As soon as she thought of Wang Yi and his family, the scene when they signed the confidentiality agreement, WaWa burst out laughing and rolled around on the table: "Autumn brother, did you see it? At that time, that kid's expression was just like he was being forced to do something against his will. It was hilarious! If he had a choice, he would have stayed ten million eight thousand miles away from you and never wanted to see your face again."

  ……

  "Don't move, I'll help you."

  Three steps ahead, Wang Yi took over from Zheng Hong, who was carrying the computer host, and held onto the case, lifting it all the way to the sixth floor. Sweat dripped down his forehead, but despite a hint of impatience on his face, his movements were gentle and light.

  Zheng Hong repeatedly expressed gratitude and said: "You must be exhausted, come in quickly and sit down, have a cup of tea before leaving."

  Wang Yi didn't listen and quickly ran away after finishing his work, coincidentally bumping into Old Lady Sun from the fifth floor and even lending a helping hand.

  Old Lady Sun came up and greeted Zheng Hong, not in a hurry to go home. She looked at Wang Yi's back and smiled: "I remember it was Xiaoyue or someone who said that the child of the Wang family only knew how to drink, drive fast cars, and cause trouble. It is unknown whether he will become a menace to society in the future. For a long time, there have been rumors that if Wang Yongze goes bankrupt, Wang Yi will be shot."

  Zheng Hong also shook her head: "The rumor is too unreliable, what's wrong with Wang Yi? Although he doesn't like to talk much and has a bad temper, he's still a good person. Every time I see him, he helps me carry things. Last time, Old Zhao's Alzheimer's relapsed again, and no one knew where he went. Xiao Zhao was anxious and looked everywhere but couldn't find him. It was Wang Yi who went out to gather a group of friends to help, and they finally sent Old Zhao home safely."

  The two women chatted for a few words and both were quite emotional. Old Lady Sun returned home and still mentioned these things to her granddaughter.

  Her grandson Zhou Xiaoyue is also a university student at Nan Da, and was shocked: "Grandma, you must have mistaken him for someone else. That Wang Yi in our school is very famous, always seeing him driving a sports car at the school gate to hook up with beauties, so arrogant, just a little rascal. If his dad didn't have money and power, we'd all want to find someone to cover his head with a sack and beat him up."

  Old Lady Sun frowned: "Don't talk nonsense, I've seen Young Wang with my own eyes, how can I listen to those rumors? Besides, he's young and going to your school to chase girls, what's wrong with that? What era are you living in? You're even more conservative than me, an old lady, just because someone chases a girl doesn't mean they're a rascal!"

  Zhou Xiaoyue was speechless - also didn't know who had just said, the world is getting worse, people's hearts are not as good as before, female college students must love themselves, don't get involved with those rich second-generation sons driving luxury cars at the university gate, ruining one's reputation is not okay.

  It's no use talking to grandma, so Zhou Xiaoyue didn't bother, furrowed her brow and thought for a moment, seemingly deep in thought. She had heard that Wang Yi had been acting strangely lately, dressing more properly and not causing trouble at the school gate, and he really did seem to have changed his ways.

  It turns out that Zhou Xiaoyue had met Wang Yi a few times a long time ago.

  Ten years ago, Wang Yongze bought a small high-rise here for his son to receive good education and upbringing. After all, it is located within the campus of Nan University, with a good environment and inhabited by cultured people.

  He and Zhou Xiaoyue have been neighbors for years, but how could Wang Yi bear to live in a place like this? His family's villas were not even enough. In front of that group of friends, it was even more embarrassing to say that he lived in a place like this, with a broken house, so he never stayed long, only occasionally coming over to deal with his father.

  It's also because of this that the residents of the residential building didn't have a deep impression of him, although it wasn't very good, but not to the point of being terrified or afraid.

  Now Wang Yi is forced to do good deeds every day, he wants to do some good things in the places he used to go, but he is treated as a venomous snake and beast, being guarded against in all ways, finally having no choice but to move away and start anew.

  Wang Yi left the hospital gate, riding his bicycle home to see his parents. He faintly heard the whispers behind him, with someone saying that such a good man was rare in this world. As he listened, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he really wanted to shout out loud - Do you think I, young master, am willing to be an outstanding youth who is filial, fraternal, loyal, and patriotic?

  What was Wang Yi like before? To say that he could make the entire Nanshan city shake with just a stomp of his foot might be a bit exaggerated, but it's certain that he lived a carefree life. With a wealthy father at home, the money others earned in a lifetime wasn't enough for him to spend on a single meal, let alone need to study or work hard. He could play all his life and still be better off than most ordinary people.

  At that time, his life was so good, eating and drinking, whoring and gambling, everything except drugs, he had it all, but somehow, he offended a demon god, and in one car accident, he met a beautiful student, and his good life collapsed overnight.

  All his life's fears were probably not as many as those he encountered in those few days.

  Wang Yi sighed with a bitter smile. He never understood why that young man named Yang Yunqiu was so hard on himself, what was the point of it all.

  Maybe his parents thought that person was his savior, or the kind who does good deeds without seeking reward. But he's not stupid, and after some thought, he understood that at first, the nightmares that followed after hitting someone were caused by that person, or at least had something to do with him. He didn't believe what the doctor said about being stimulated too much, feeling guilty, and thus falling into a nightmare from which he couldn't escape.

  Don't be kidding, who is Wang Yi? Even if he didn't kill anyone at the time, even if he killed one or half of a person, he wouldn't have driven himself crazy!

  Besides, if it was just a nightmare, how could it drive people crazy? What he saw was real hell. Just thinking about the situation at that time made Wang Yi's whole body break out in cold sweat.

  Yang Yunqiu asked him to rely on his own strength every day, without borrowing the power and wealth of his father, to do ten good things with guaranteed quality and quantity. I don't know what kind of supervision he used, but he tried every means to cheat and take shortcuts, yet the consequences were more and more tragic each time. In the end, he just resigned himself to it, and compared to that great terror, these small troubles were truly child's play.

  Being a good person is better than being miserable and wretched.

  Riding a bike, he helped the gatekeeper uncle feed his two dogs along the way. Two innocent female students saw him and waved to greet him.

  "Brother Wang, in two days it's Dai Dai's birthday, are you going?"

  Wang Yi stiffly shook his head and watched as two pretty female students ran away with some regret.

  Suddenly he felt that after several months, the impression he gave to others was brand new, and he himself had also gotten used to it, no longer feeling that this life was unbearable.

  Even if he doesn't admit it, he is very different from before.

  Wang Yi rode his bicycle in a steady and orderly manner, when suddenly a van quietly followed him from the south gate.

  Inside, the uncle who was eating bread with a bitter smile and furrowed brow said: "We've been following this kid for three days, and all we see is him helping an old lady push her cart one minute, giving up his seat to an elderly man the next, and whenever he sees someone soliciting donations, whether they're real or fake, he always lends a hand... I've never met such a foolishly kind person before."

  At this time, Wang Yi subtly slipped a piece of paper into the hat of a female student, and his movements were very quick and light, they didn't notice either.

  "That partner said: 'Looking at the previous data, this kid hasn't reached the point of killing people arbitrarily, but he's just a arrogant and domineering second-generation rich kid, nothing special. What is the reason that made him change so much all of a sudden? It shouldn't be acting, he's not even a public figure, what kind of show would he put on?'"

  "I'd like to grab him and do a DNA test to see if he's the same person from front to back." The uncle joked, "Later on, thinking about it, taking this as an example of 'a prodigal son returning home is not worth exchanging for gold' isn't bad either, guiding people towards goodness."

  Two people finally brought the survey back to their client, who was a business partner of Wang Yongze. He wasn't a big shot in business, just a nouveau riche who had suffered hardships when he was young. As a result, he spoiled his next generation too much and didn't know when he would turn his son into a lazy glutton, with various illnesses coming one after another, to the point where he couldn't even get into college.

  He had already resigned himself to his fate, thinking that he would just spend the rest of his life raising his son and pinning his hopes on him. But one time when he was drinking with Wang Yongze, he casually mentioned that his son had met a noble person, and now he's not saying how much better off he is, at least he won't let him worry anymore.

  Although Wang Yongze just mentioned a word, he didn't want to say more. He knew that the old fox was not someone who liked to talk nonsense. Unconsciously, he had an idea - if Wang Yi could change his temper, which was worse than his son's, then wasn't there still hope for his son?

  Now it seems that Wang Yongze's words are indeed not exaggerated. Although there is also a possibility that it is an exception, Wang Yichang has grown up, but trying will not hurt.