Chapter 3: Cultivators Are the True Insects

Guo Jing: "Brother Zhang, why humiliate yourself so? When traveling abroad, who can avoid encountering difficulties? Even if a stranger faces trouble, I would still offer help; how much more so when we are teammates exploring the myriad heavens together? By the way, is the money I sent you enough? If not, I will find a way to raise more for you."

Zhang Chu'an: "Enough, enough, enough! Actually, I haven't encountered any difficulties. I just believe money makes things easier; the more money, the better. But since you've already given it to me, I won't return it for now. I'll use it to make an investment. How about we split the profits fifty-fifty later?"

Guo Jing: "No."

Zhang Chu'an: "Then let's just—"

Guo Jing: "I do not seek profit from your investment. If your investment yields returns, simply return the principal to me. My mother taught me from childhood that helping others is not for their repayment but out of chivalry in one's heart. If I accept your repayment, how can I become a great hero?"

Nie Huaishang: "Well said. Today, Brother Guo has truly opened my eyes. Brother Guo will surely become a hero worthy of admiration in the future."

Zhang Xiaofan: "Brother Guo is truly admirable."

Zhang Xiaofan: "Brother Guo, you will not become a great hero; a great hero is on a different level from you. In the future, you will become a 'Giant Hero.' Brother Guo, I recommend you read the wuxia novel 'The Legend of the Condor Heroes.' After finishing this book, I believe you will not regret it."

Guo Jing: "Very well, I will go buy a few copies."

Having left the chat group, Guo Jing asked their family driver, Old Liu, "Uncle Liu, do you know of a book called 'The Legend of the Condor Heroes'?"

"Young Master, you don't even know 'The Legend of the Condor Heroes'? Well, since you started studying hard as soon as you could remember, you've had no time to play on computers or watch TV, let alone read wuxia novels. But Young Master, 'The Legend of the Condor Heroes' was the youth of our generation. You have no idea how popular Jin Yong's 'The Legend of the Condor Heroes' was back then."

As Old Liu spoke, his eyebrows danced and his words flowed like a torrent, but when he glanced at the rearview mirror and saw Guo Jing's shocked expression, he couldn't help but feel puzzled.

"Young Master, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Guo Jing waved his hand dismissively, "It's nothing, Uncle Liu. I'm just interested in this wuxia novel and want to read it."

"Great! To be honest, I was a die-hard fan of Jin Yong's novels back then. I have all of Jin Yong's wuxia books. Tonight, when I get home, I'll bring them to you."

"Thank you very much." After speaking, Guo Jing lay down again to take a short nap, masking the shock in his heart. Could that Guo Jing be me? My story is actually presented as a novel in another world.

"Hehe, truly unexpected. This world not only possesses terrifying scientific technology and organizations with cohesion far surpassing the hundred immortal sects, but also contains the stories of Zhang Xiaofan and Guo Jing's world. It's a pity there are no stories of him and Zhang Chu'an." Inside the Shanghai Cultural Art Center, Nie Huaishang, having just left the chat group, couldn't help but sigh regretfully in his heart.

He had read both 'Jade Dynasty' and 'The Legend of the Condor Heroes.' To be honest, he never expected that the unremarkable-looking Guo Jing and Zhang Xiaofan would one day grow to such heights.

Zhang Xiaofan need not be mentioned; the combat power in the 'Jade Dynasty' world is simply terrifying. Zhang Xiaofan, empowered by the five volumes of the Heavenly Books, was still the ceiling of combat power in their world.

If this were placed in their world, he could slaughter through the hundred immortal sects; even the Recluse of Hugging Mountain couldn't stop him. As for Guo Jing, limited by the world's level, even if his martial arts reached the level of the Five Greats, it wouldn't amount to much in their world.

But Guo Jing's strength lies not in martial arts. After reading 'The Legend of the Condor Heroes,' Nie Huaishang could only describe him with one phrase: this fellow is a born commander.

Leading troops for the first time, he commanded ten thousand soldiers and captured Jochi and Chagatai, two veteran generals of the battlefield, alive without significant losses to his soldiers.

This commander talent is simply terrifying. As for what the internet claims—that Guo Jing only won against Jochi and Chagatai thanks to Wu Mu's Legacy and Huang Rong—Nie Huaishang believes these people are merely so-called keyboard warriors who only talk big.

As the younger brother of the head of the Qinghe Nie family, Nie Huaishang understands that even managing ten thousand pigs is not an easy task; you must at least arrange their eating, drinking, excretion, and sleeping. Without doubt, managing ten thousand people is absolutely harder than managing ten thousand pigs, because humans have subjective initiative; ten thousand people have ten thousand thoughts.

I ask you, which keyboard warrior would dare to pat his chest and guarantee that after leading a tour group of ten thousand people on a trip, he could bring everyone back?

But can leading a tour group of ten thousand people be compared to commanding ten thousand soldiers in battle? Moreover, his opponents, Jochi and Chagatai, were rare famous generals of that era.

Yet Guo Jing achieved this on his first time leading troops; Nie Huaishang can only describe him as a born commander.

But if both Guo Jing and Zhang Xiaofan are so extraordinary, what about Zhang Chu'an? Is he truly as he appears: selfish, cowardly, despicable, shameless, or is he simply displaying the version of himself that everyone loves to see?

If that is the case, then Zhang Chu'an's mind is very deep, Nie Huaishang thought.

Unknowingly, Nie Huaishang arrived at the windowsill. His gaze pierced through the window, crossed the bustling city, and finally fixed upon the Pearl Tower piercing the clouds. That tower, like a straight sharp sword, pierced the sky, thrusting straight into the clouds. In the distance, Lujiazui was a sea of prosperity, with skyscrapers standing in rows, lights brilliant, like brilliant pearls embedded in this land.

The Lotus Pier of the Yunmeng Jiang family was famous for its tranquil ponds and blooming lotuses; the Cloud Recesses of the Gusu Lan family, shrouded in mist like an immortal realm, seemed forever beyond fathoming its depths; the Golden Qilin Terrace of the Lanling Jin family, resplendent in gold, manifested endless wealth and nobility; the City of Eternal Night of the Qishan Wen family, brightly lit like day, manifested its unceasing prosperity and vitality. However, these scenes that shook the regions could not compare to the city before his eyes. This city is a true miracle.

Only when he walked toward the myriad worlds did he realize how narrow his vision had been in the past.

As a cultivator, he had always held an attitude of superiority toward mortals, viewing them as insignificant dust. However, the scene here completely overturned his cognition, shattering his arrogance as a cultivator. He was surprised to discover that mortals, these beings insignificant in his eyes, could live so peacefully and so brilliantly without the protection of cultivators.

If the evil spirits of their world came to this world, could they withstand a single artillery shell? Could the Yiling Laojun, which made the hundred immortal sects tremble with fear, withstand a single atomic bomb? Could the hundred immortal sects defeat a heavy combined-arms brigade? Could they defeat twenty-nine heavy combined-arms brigades?

Before these mortals, they, the immortal cultivation families, are the true insects.