Chapter 774 - 763: Cao Ang

The old players were all seasoned veterans. After cultivating the Breathing Technique and Martial Arts for seven years, quite a few of them had reached the level of a First-class Fierce General as long as they didn’t lack Great Medicine.

However, these successful players were only a small minority.

The vast majority, seeing no hope of becoming a First-class or Super-Elite Fierce General, abandoned their skills decisively and opted for Ascension to the Upper Realm to cultivate Inner Power.

Of course, some with decent strength retained a portion of their power and went to the Upper Realm.

Besides the players heading to the Upper Realm,

there were also some players in the Three Kingdoms who had settled and established families, feeling that Inner Power cultivation wouldn’t let them reach the level of a First-class Expert. They chose to live here and quietly cultivate the Breathing Technique.

This group constituted quite a few.

Now, Ding Ling’s arrival reignited the passion in the hearts of successful, failed, and laidback players alike!

They all thought that if they could successfully latch onto a big shot,

how many years of struggle could they avoid?

Even a ’bone’ casually tossed by Ding Ling might save them ten years of effort!

Understanding this clearly,

these old players were immensely enthusiastic toward Ding Ling, shouting and roaring with hysteria.

"Ding Ling, Ding Ling!"

"Idol! When are you planning to start a sect in the real world?! I’ll be the first to sign up!"

"Idol, head to the big city early to become a Sect Leader! Don’t hide away every day, making it impossible for us to find you!"

"Ding Ling, I want to marry you!"

...

Among the players, the male ones strongly urged Ding Ling to start a sect and make money in reality.

The female ones passionately advised Ding Ling to go on dates and fall in love, reminding him not to be addicted to the Game World and marry NPCs, forgetting there are better women in reality?!

"Upper God is still as popular as ever."

Cao Mengde sat in the carriage, glancing around, feeling a deep mix of admiration and envy.

So many people, yet not one called him Your Majesty!

They all shouted: Idol, Ding Ling, Prince, Sword God...

Every title, without exception, was related to Ding Ling.

He, Cao Mengde, the emperor of the Great Wei Kingdom, now standing beside Ding Ling, had become just a backdrop, thinking of it felt somewhat uncomfortable.

On past court days, it was his words that held sway, shining brightly.

But now, he seemed like dust fallen to the ground, unnoticed.

And all of this, just because, next to him, was Ding Ling!

"Indeed."

Dian Wei and Xuu Chu agreed deeply.

Previously, when they traveled, they also had plenty of followers, or as the aliens would say, lots of fans.

But now, with Ding Ling appearing, their brilliance was instantly crushed.

In comparison to Ding Ling,

they seemed like fireflies under the moonlight!

"Ah! Ding Ling, Idol!"

...

The screams had never ceased from the very start.

Though with many extremely trendy terms among them.

Yet, Xuu Chu, Cao Mengde, and others seemed used to hearing them.

No wonder they could understand.

This game had no taboo topics; anything could be said, and Cao Mengde had long figured out that aliens came from another world.

Only, different from the other ’natives’ of this world and the Upper Realm, aliens seemed to have two shells and also could borrow a special energy to reincarnate in these different worlds.

Therefore,

when aliens called for Ding Ling to start martial arts schools in reality, establish sects, marry, and seek partners,

Cao Mengde, Xuu Chu, and Dian Wei fully understood!

Having had in-depth interactions with aliens for more than seven years, Cao Mengde paid close attention to this group early on, and with even a slight investigation, he uncovered the secrets thoroughly.

He even utilized the alien’s powers to develop what was called high technology.

Previously, Cao Mengde was quite confident in these high-tech advancements.

But after contacting Ding Ling, his heart sunk, realizing these high-tech wonders were nothing in front of Ding Ling, useless.

"Looks like I must cultivate Martial Arts and ascend!"

The so-called high-tech may look great, with impressive power.

Especially the might of the nuclear bomb, described as inhumane by the aliens.

Yet even with ultimate exploration of high-tech.

Can it grant immortality?

In the reality of the alien’s world, no one was immortal, and how many years has the Great Wei Kingdom World been developing high-tech? Expecting immortality from it?

Moreover, high-tech is still an external force!

Unlike Martial Dao, which is genuinely one’s own power!

After interacting with Ding Ling, Cao Mengde’s initial idea became even firmer: ’diligently cultivate martial arts! Climb the Supreme Martial Dao, achieve immortality!’

Every emperor in any world, to the end, desires immortality.

Cao Mengde was no exception.

Moreover, unlike Emperor Qin Shi Huang and other emperors, he had genuinely seen the hope of immortality!

...

As they stepped into the Imperial City,

there were more people paying respects to Cao Mengde.

Only then did Cao Mengde feel a bit better; in the eyes of that group of aliens, he had become invisible, while over the years, they were extremely passionate towards him — but with Ding Ling’s arrival, they ignored him!

A bunch of fair-weather friends!

Amidst his secret disdain, Cao Mengde saw a heroic young man striding towards him, and his eyes brightened slightly. Pointing at the youth, he introduced:

"Upper God, that is my eldest son, Cao Ang, Cao Zixiu!"

"Cao Ang."

Ding Ling’s sharp eyes took just one look to see through Cao Ang.

He was a First-class Fierce General.

With robust physique, strong will, exceptionally talented person.

"Not bad."

Ding Ling nodded.

According to the original plot trajectory, Cao Ang would have died in Zhang Xiu’s rebellion.

But the Three Kingdoms’ plot had long collapsed into chaos.

Dian Wei didn’t die.

So naturally, Cao Ang didn’t either.

As the son of an emperor, not only did he survive, but with abundant resources, master teachers, and talent, his cultivation rapidly progressed, becoming a First-class Fierce General at a young age. Entering Super-Elite level in the future was not an issue.

"Greetings, Father. Greetings, Prince!"

Cao Ang approached and saluted Cao Mengde and Ding Ling.

Cao Mengde smiled and said:

"Zixiu, the Upper God just praised you."

Saying this, Cao Mengde suddenly changed the topic and rapidly said:

"Zixiu, what are you waiting for? Quick, kneel and become a disciple."

Cao Ang’s eyes gleamed, kneeling without hesitation and kowtowing three times to Ding Ling:

"Cao Ang greets the master, master above, please accept three bows from your disciple!"

After kowtowing,

he began to speak, but it was too late for Ding Ling to stop him.

"..."

Ding Ling had nothing to say.

Cao Mengde laughed heartily:

"Good, good, good. My son has found an excellent teacher and should have a grand celebration. Upper God, my son, Zixiu, is steady, earnest, diligent, and generous. His martial arts aptitude is praised by many. I must trouble you to accept him, even if as a mere servant."

Cao Ang looked expectantly at Ding Ling, clearly agreeing greatly with Cao Mengde’s words.