Tian Du City.
Sword Card Master Association.
The next day.
Early in the morning.
The sun was shining brightly and everything came to life.
While Lu Ming was sleeping soundly, he was awakened by the * * *, * * *, and * * * in his mind. He got up and was instantly dumbstruck.
This was what happened.
The so-called ancient battlefield legacy was made up of Lu Ming's Sea of Consciousness acting as the server. Xiao-Xiaojian, the spirit body with thousands of computing abilities, acted as the central processor.
Look at this.
The cultivation world was in Lu Ming's Sea of Consciousness, right?
Although it was divided into various layers, in essence, it was still in the Sea of Consciousness, right?
Therefore …
In fact, Lu Ming was aware of their conversation …
Therefore …
As a qualified server owner, Lu Ming felt that he had the obligation to protect the cultivator children from being influenced by some brainless comments.
Therefore, Lu Ming took on the role of a green dam girl …
Cough.
Anyway.
He recorded the contents of people's conversations …
He even gave this plan a name — Prism Plan (〃 '▽' 〃). The meaning was very simple. He wanted to give the cultivators a world that was as clean as a mirror.
Well …
There was nothing wrong with it.
Of course.
This was definitely not to eavesdrop on people's private conversations.
Was he that vulgar of a person?
No.
Anyway.
Lu Ming reckoned that it would come in handy sooner or later. Therefore, he asked Xiao-Xiaojian to set up a warning line.
However …
Unexpectedly, it had only been a day and the warning line had gone red. Lu Ming looked at the densely packed * * * that was recorded and was shocked.
Did something happen?!
Did the server explode?
That should not be the case!
The Sea of Consciousness would not rest and sleep with him! Could it be that someone had posted advertisements all over the world and caused chaos? Or could it be that scripts were running rampant?
This was not logical!
What kind of scripts could there be in his Sea of Consciousness?
"What is happening?"
He looked toward Xiao-Xiaojian.
"I don't know."
Xiao-Xiaojian looked puzzled. "I don't know. I just went to Xiao Bai's place to play for a while."
"…"
Lu Ming glanced at it and did not expose it.
Heh.
Damn simp.
…
In the blink of an eye.
One man and one card entered the Sea of Consciousness to investigate. Then, to his surprise, he discovered that the Sea of Consciousness was stable. The cultivators were cultivating as if it was daytime.
No problem at all.
The reason why there were so many * * * and * * * was purely because of the number of trolls.
It was common knowledge that people with cerebral palsy were the most common when they stayed up all night. Usually, this was the time when all kinds of demons and ghosts appeared. It was simply a place where demons and ghosts danced.
After all …
The ticket price is 999 yuan, right?
It was good that he had won.
Lost …
Lu Ming subconsciously glanced at it.
"What about the healer? The healer is dead? You * * * * * *! "
"You, an Energy Warrior? You can't even handle this? "
"That Swordsman? His whole family is a Buddhist? Are you really not going to kill them? "
"You idiot, the wilderness is your playground. Are you reluctant to leave it?"
"F * ck, I'll pay 999 for a night of prostitution."
“****”
…
Hiss —
Lu Ming sucked in a mouthful of cat hair.
Oh my god.
Sure enough, this group of people was everywhere …
He had forgotten about this.
Although 999 yuan was a small amount for cultivators, it was after all money, wasn't it?
In his previous life, in the situation of free matches, there were all kinds of players who liked to spout fragrant words. Naturally, there would only be more of such people in front of this ticket that required money.
Especially —
Many people had already begun to rush to the rankings, hoping to prove themselves.
Therefore …
That was it …
Furthermore …
This kind of thing would be passed on to others …
Their mood was affected by the previous sentence and they might be very irritable in the next round …
Hence …
There were more and more irritable people until it exceeded a certain warning line. Even Lu Ming, the server, was alarmed. If he did not do anything about it …
The game environment …
Spat.
This should be called a cultivation environment. That would be a big problem.
Therefore …
Lu Ming pondered for a moment and released this group of people.
One * * * and a system warning.
Two * * * and another warning.
Three * * * and thrown into the circled area.
Well …
In this area, one could only be matched with people who were also thrown in. This was a small server within a large server. Lu Ming even gave it a name —
Zu An Stage.
After all …
Some people were born here …
…
Very soon …
With the update of the new version, the cultivation environment became much better. The people who were infuriated because it was too lousy came back.
The irritable people also found a stage that belonged to them.
Of course.
This was not a top secret. Very soon, someone discovered some clues. Therefore, regarding the 'Zu An Stage', there was a rumor. You will come 'began to spread …
…
To this …
Anyway, Lu Ming was very satisfied.
He was here to monitor … Spat! He was here to protect the cultivation environment and not to listen to them curse. The most important thing was to ensure that the number of people in the cultivation world was stable.
Of course.
While he was protecting the cultivation world, he also heard some nonsense.
After all, in this world, people really thought that this was … the ruins of an ancient battlefield. Obviously, no one thought that this was merely someone's Sea of Consciousness …
Therefore, there was a lot of gossip.
Lu Ming heard too many things that he should not have heard.
For example —
An 88-year-old senior began to fall in love despite the age gap.
For the sake of cultivation and for the sake of the future, this old man learned to sob and began an online relationship with a 142-year-old old lady …
Sigh.
The world was cruel.
What else could Lu Ming say?
Forget it.
Let them be.
There would come a day when an old screw would meet a screw nut, right?
…
However …
What Lu Ming did not expect was that the appearance of the Zu An Stage was merely the beginning.
With the official launch of the ranking system, the certification of 'ranks' had nothing to do with one's realm. It was purely based on one's talent, skills, and consciousness …
It became the martial arts holy land in many people's hearts!
Hence …
For the sake of ranking, they practiced many familiar things.
For example —
Challenge.
Although Lu Ming had banned all channels, he could not resist the friend system.
Hence …
Very soon, he saw a magical topic on the trending searches — # Battlefield of the Ancient Ruins: Heal your mother #
Lu Ming was speechless.
Even vulgarities were on the trending searches?
Why was he so irritable?
He instinctively clicked on it.
The story was very simple. It was a story from PK in the game to reality.
A bald boxer did whatever he wanted in the game. He had very strong combat abilities and defeated the biological healer opposite him. He even added him as a friend and humiliated him …
"Sister, who are you going to milk?"
Afterward, they challenged each other to a PK in reality.
However, when both parties were reporting the address, the boxer was shocked to discover that the healer whom he had killed countless times was actually his mother …
Afterward …
There was no afterward.
He heard that …
That night.
The Pugilist's household register became independent …
…
What else could Lu Ming say?
Sigh.
This was the drawback of the cultivation world.
Over here …
No one knew who the other party was in reality.
He might be a Grandmaster.
He might be a student.
Therefore …
The big shots were afraid of embarrassing themselves.
The youngsters were afraid of losing their lives.
Hence …
Everyone's anger was left behind in the ruins.
…
Anyway.
After going through many storms, the server was completely civilized. Lu Ming also experienced the thrill of being a baller …
Phew.
He stretched and pushed open the window.
The wind.
There was a gentle breeze.
Unknowingly, Lu Ming felt that he had become more good-looking. After all, he was constantly receiving income every second and every moment …
This feeling …
It was comfortable.
He did not expect that one day, he would experience the feeling of being fat.
Hence …
He waved his hands and felt the breeze.
Heh.
Where did the money come from?
The strong winds blew …
→_→
→ _ →
"Master?"
Xiao Bai looked at her master waving his hands in the air in a daze.
Eh?
What was her master doing?
Ah …
She remembered.
Xiao Bai suddenly thought of a strange book that she had read the last time. It described the feeling of grasping something under a certain wind speed …
Hence …
Little White lowered his head to take a look and said dejectedly.
It was annoying.
This would not do …
Oo …
Why could others do it?
Could it be that …
Was it because his mother was not around when he was young and he did not have enough nutrition?
Eh?
An idea came to Xiao Bai's mind. She thought of the only person in the association who had conditions … Oh … Perhaps she could ask Senior Cain.
…
In the afternoon.
Lu Ming was in the office approving the project.
With the funds, he had the confidence to approve the project.
Look.
The project of 'Land swimming training to improve survivability' …
Approved!
The association would provide the funds!
Oh.
There was also this.
Regarding the collaborative product between the Dior department and the Boiling department — Feasibility Analysis of Steamed Dior. One look and one could tell that it was a very costly project …
Approved!
After a long while …
Lu Ming approved it with satisfaction.
Heh.
He had not felt so comfortable for a long time.
Sigh.
The feeling of being rich was so boring …
Of course.
This was only the beginning.
Since the product was profitable, he could do publicity. With publicity, more people would buy new cards and enter Lu Ming's Sea of Consciousness.
Hence …
Lu Ming witnessed the increasing number of people in his Sea of Consciousness!
There were more and more people!
Finally …
His Sea of Consciousness was full.
He even felt that it was slightly bloated …
"Good news!"
Lu Ming suddenly had an idea.
If it continued to grow, would it explode?!
By then …
Hehe.
That afternoon.
Lu Ming looked for the publicity department to discuss the advertising campaign.
As Zhang Yang was hospitalized, the deputy minister took over the job. He finally managed to put the publicity department in the right place.
Hence …
They hired a grandmaster to challenge Salted Crispy Chicken.
In the end …
Salted Crispy Chicken scored 19: 0. He challenged five people alone and beat up the grandmaster. This shocked the world.
"This result …"
"That's a grandmaster!"
"What's the use of a grandmaster? This is the fairest place."
"Fairest …"
Everyone exclaimed.
Hence …
With the publicity of a large number of fake reviewers, a new definition was born.
"You're not strong now. It's just that you have better resources."
"You're not weak now. It's just that you lack resources."
"You're not weak now. It's just that you lack resources." "Only the powerful ones in the battlefield of the ancient ruins are the true powerful ones!
"And here …
"You can continue to become stronger.
"Your ranking is your medal of honor!"
Wait a minute.
In fact …
They secretly contacted a lot of restaurants that needed to be promoted and launched another large-scale hot marketing campaign.
For example —
There was a 10% discount for the silver level.
There was a 20% discount for the gold level.
Wait a minute.
They did not spend a single cent and achieved a win-win situation. The Sword Card Master Association gained authority and the major restaurants gained popularity. Wasn't that good?
In the end …
The popularity of the ancient battlefield swept the world.
…
It was a pity …
With the participation of a large number of cultivators …
With the large-scale publicity of the advertisements …
Although Lu Ming's Sea of Consciousness would be very full in the future, he still persevered.
Lu Ming: → _ →
You don't say.
If he had not been stimulated, he would not have known that his Sea of Consciousness was that powerful!!
Forget it.
Lu Ming gave up completely.
Although he could not destroy his Sea of Consciousness, he could earn more money if he had more people.
Hence …
Lu Ming was completely at ease. He waited for the money to come to him.
…
Right then …
Tian Du City.
The chief of operations frowned.
"Lu Ming …"
He sighed. "He's very ambitious!"
"Huh?"
The assistant was puzzled. Where did his ambition come from?
"Here."
The chief of operations pointed to the Game Card in his hands. "Earning money is only a part of it. Do you know what the so-called ancient battlefield represents?"
"What?"
The assistant was puzzled.
Wasn't Lu Ming trying to earn money?
"Standards!"
The chief of operations sighed. "He is the boss who sets the standards."
"Lu Ming …"
The chief looked into the distance.
"Perhaps …
"I underestimated him."
Huh?
The assistant looked bewildered.
What …
What did he mean by standards?
…
Right then …
With the publicity from the Sword Card Master Association, some associations vaguely felt that there might be something wrong. They wanted to stop it, but they did not know how to stop it. They could not possibly join forces to boycott it.
In the end …
People were shocked to discover that their original definition of cultivation had been subverted …
Six Stars Black Iron?
What kind of rubbish was that? One look and they could tell that it was through hard work!
The Three Star Gold was the real potential stock!
Do you understand?!
This meant that when the other party was a six-star, he would be able to defeat ten six-star Black Irons!
What?
Three Star Diamond?
Dad, please come in …
…
Star level?
No, no.
Unless there was a huge gap in ability, otherwise, the level was more important.
Therefore …
The current situation was …
Lu Ming redefined the standards below the grandmaster level.
Look at this.
In the past, everyone was One Star Beginner, One Star Intermediate, One Star Advanced, One Star Peak and so on.
But now?
Beginner, Intermediate, Advanced … None of them were as practical as my bronze, silver or gold!
Star level could only represent the quality of energy, while level represented one's combat ability, as well as one's understanding of other vocations and even one's ability to survive.
After all …
One would not be able to increase their ranking if they were caught by the other party …
Wasn't that right?
This was the standard of one's overall ability.
…
At this moment …
Somewhere.
The headquarters of the Card Creators Association.
The Card Creators furrowed their brows tightly. They felt uncomfortable.
Standards …
This was a very important thing.
The reason why the Card Creators Association could survive until now and win countless card creating competitions was that they were the ones who set the standards!
They were the ones who set the card standards.
They were the ones who set the classification standards.
They were the ones who set the form of the cards.
But now …
The authority had fallen into the hands of the Sword Card Master Association.
"Is it alright?"
A Card Creator said, "These standards are related to cultivation and have little to do with us. The card creating standards are still in our hands."
"I hope so."
The Card Creators sighed.
In that case …
Would it really be alright?
…
At this very moment …
Sword Card Master Association.
Lu Ming watched the turbulence in the cultivation world.
The traditional ranking system had been completely subverted, leaving only the star level. The new cultivation standard swept the world in a domineering manner.
After all …
A higher level meant that one had better awareness and a higher survival rate …
If one was often killed, one would not be able to climb to the top, right?
In the end …
This method gained everyone's approval.
"He is indeed the president!"
"That's amazing!"
"This is the standard set by our association."
"Wow …"
"The president is not only good-looking but also very outstanding!"
"He seems to be married to a president."
The disciples of the Sword Card Master Association puffed out their chests.
Lu Ming was speechless.
What …
What was the standard?
He was in a trance.
Heh.
Times had changed …
When he launched the League of Legends Cards, he merely wanted to earn money. He did not expect that the standards would be changed!!!
Of course.
Since they could set the standards …
It was simply too easy to change the rules slightly to make it more beneficial for the Sword Card Master Association. They could then lie down and enjoy the benefits!!
This was much easier than money falling from the sky …
This …
This was the advantage of setting the rules.
Suddenly …
Lu Ming understood why the United States wanted to punish the chrysanthemum … It was because in the new era, the 5G standards could not fall into the hands of the chrysanthemum …
Even if —
They did not know what 5G would become.
However, once 5G fell into the hands of the chrysanthemum and overseas, the entire era would be under the control of others …
This was something the United States could not tolerate.
After all …
No one knew 5G better than Comrade Jianguo.
→_→
…
Of course.
These things might be written in books and many disciples could not understand them at all.
However …
It was okay.
All the major associations.
Any of the major sections that were anxious would tell you what change was.
In the past, the sections were like this —
"Look for two partners to explore the Forest of Ancient Wolves in the west. Requirements: Peak Three Star and above. Verify your combat ability on the spot. For your own safety and everyone's safety, don't let those who are not qualified. Thank you."
Wait a minute.
This was the cooperation model in the past.
But now?
The style was like this.
"Forest of Ancient Wolves: 3 = 2. Three Star gold and above, bronze and silver?? I don't care if you are a peak or not. We don't need to thank you. "
…
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