Chapter 465: Zhang Zhiwei: Even If Itachi

"Hmph! I was originally going to bide my time, then ascend to the Upper Realm to seek out Zhongli, the Ancestor of All Immortals, and ask him to review the new cultivation method I've deduced!"

Zhang Zhiwei snorted; he wasn’t some rigid old fossil—he regularly scrolled through short videos and kept up with trends, so he knew exactly what supercomputing was.

But…

To him, this thing wasn’t nearly as important as he’d imagined.

With all the functions of the chat group—especially the [True Simulation] feature—he was already cheating.

Still, most of the chat group’s functions were only usable by individual members and lacked the universal practicality of a real supercomputer.

"Itachi’d better not be acting on a momentary impulse, or else…"

The Grand Master of Longhu Mountain shot him a glare. "I’ll just sell Itachi off to some fellow cultivators to work off your debt!"

Zhang Chulan was thick-skinned, cunning, and sharp-witted—he’d completed nine years of compulsory education, attended university, and even trained at Longhu Mountain…

Such credentials were quite popular in the chat group.

For instance, Konan from the Ninja World was desperately in need of someone trustworthy, hardworking, capable, able to suppress her own greed, and ideally willing to accept 007, 24/7 availability—a tool person…

Hmm, isn’t that exactly Zhang Chulan?

Then there was Floze, who needed a full-time nanny to care for her child and manage the massive food logistics and distribution of Gastronomy Earth.

And Nishinoya Nia, this shut-in, also longed for a cannon fodder to charge into battle for her…

…

Even Taichi Yagami wanted someone human to complete tasks for him in the real world—his only subordinates he could fully trust were the Digimon who followed him.

In this regard, Zhang Chulan’s credentials were actually quite desirable; after all, everyone in the chat group had seen his script—they all knew exactly what kind of person he was…

The more Zhang Zhiwei thought about it, the more tempted he became, and his gaze toward Zhang Chulan grew increasingly odd.

Better to send this fool out into the world to fend for himself than let him embarrass Longhu Mountain!

"Master, don’t look at Chulan like that—he’s getting scared…"

As his master’s gaze grew more unsettling, Zhang Chulan felt a chill crawl up his spine—he had a gut feeling that if he didn’t interrupt his master’s scheming, he’d be shipped off to some unknown place to do black labor…

Zhang Zhiwei casually averted his eyes and sank back into the chat interface.

Chulan, for the sake of my little treasure stash—no, for Longhu Mountain, for all of humanity—once I’ve settled your salary with my fellow cultivators, Itachi’ll go off to work with peace of mind!

Hmm, Lingyu, though not as thick-skinned or cunning as Chulan, has higher looks, maturity, and a pure heart—he’d make an excellent manager, and a fine candidate for a high-level worker too!

Let me think—what other disciples of Longhu Mountain have this kind of potential?

What about outsiders, like that Nandatong outfit?

Zhang Zhiwei said nothing.

Even if it’s just being a high-level worker, going to another world to work… even without any salary, it’s a tremendous opportunity. Besides, their petty schemes are too numerous—better not let them annoy my fellow cultivators.

Chen Nan: "Uh, Lao Zhang, Itachi finally surfaced from lurking?"

This guy, Zhang Zhiwei, had such a low presence!

Hermes: "…Come to think of it, I recall Alice Louise Oph Navar, the former chair of the Greenwich Sages Council from the God Slayer world, once visited the Court of Star Crowns."

Hermes: "I’d planned to take time off to visit the God Slayer world, but time passed and I just forgot…"

Hermes was genuinely interested in the God Slayer world.

He had a feeling that the mythic realms spanning countless parallel worlds might give rise to something extraordinary…

Ning Qingyu: "Brother Zhang, are Itachi interested in supercomputing?"

Ning Qingyu: "Planning to change the world?"

In the chat group, Ning Qingyu, Zhang Zhiwei, Lu Dongbin, and Li Hanyi often shared common interests, discussing and researching the Dao of cultivation and Qi.

Zhang Zhiwei: "It’s all because of this brat Chulan. I originally intended to let my world develop naturally, offering only a bit of resources for them to explore on their own…"

Zhang Zhiwei: "But this shameless brat insisted that if we can cheat, why bother with hard cultivation…"

Zhang Zhiwei: "So I scanned Longhu Mountain once—and found not a single disciple capable of achieving immortality on their own!"

Longhu Mountain was already the ancestral seat of the Daoist sect; its own methods were among the strongest in this world, with genuine potential for immortality.

Added to that, since I joined the chat group and leveraged this vast platform and the help of fellow cultivators, Longhu Mountain’s lineage has grown even more complete—if the younger generation proves worthy, immortality is no longer a fantasy. But alas…

Even Zhang Chulan, the most talented among them, is merely adequate in my eyes—far behind where I was at his age.

As some ancient sage said: even if a man is stupid, can he not learn calculus?

In Zhang Zhiwei’s view, the same logic applied: even if a man is weak, can he not become an immortal?

For Zhang Zhiwei, even without joining the chat group, achieving immortality was a sure thing. With the chat group’s resources, methods, and companions, if his ambitions weren’t higher—to reach an even greater immortal rank—he could become an immortal right now.

But…

Zhang Zhiwei sighed deeply. How could people be this foolish?

Looking around, every disciple of Longhu Mountain—including his own brothers—wasn’t just weak; they were pathetically incompetent.

With no other choice, since these disciples and students were useless, he, as their ancestral master, could only lend a hand and give them a little cheat code…

As for providing this sci-fi-level supercomputer to the state—or all of humanity?

Zhang Zhiwei had no such intention.

Civilizational progress follows its own laws; this supercomputer vastly surpasses Earth’s civilization—it’s near-omniscient power.

If they became addicted to it, Earth’s entire civilization would lose its autonomy and the very value of self-struggle.

This wouldn’t be helping them—it would destroy them.