The Immortal Cultivation World Is Too Dangerous: I Return to Earth as a Divine Sage
Chapter 12 - Kneeling in Droves, Paying Respects to Mr. Ye

Chapter 12: Kneeling in Droves, Paying Respects to Mr. Ye

“Mr. Ye?”

Upon hearing Zhao Qingzhi’s words, Zhao Wuji, Zhao Xuankun, Zhao Ling’er, and the younger Zhao Family members all turned curious gazes toward Zhao Qingzhi.

Their patriarch recognized this godlike figure with supernatural powers?

Zhao Qingzhi paid no heed to the curiosity in Zhao Wuji and the others’ eyes. The moment he identified Ye Yang, his memory surged back to an event from his youth that changed his life.

At the time, he was only fifteen, a spoiled young master with no ambition, indulging in eating, drinking, and merrymaking, basking in his family’s inherited wealth. But on that day, as he was heading to a brothel with his servants to enjoy music and pleasure, he encountered a strange person.

He didn’t know the person’s name, only that those accompanying the man addressed him with utmost respect as “Mr. Ye.”

When Mr. Ye saw him, he said, “Your wisdom is clouded—what a pity. But since we’ve met by fate today, I’ll awaken your wisdom. Let’s see how far you can go.”

After saying this, Mr. Ye patted his head. The moment Mr. Ye’s hand touched him, he felt as if he had undergone a sublimation.

From then on, he stopped indulging in debauchery and began to diligently improve himself. After taking over the Zhao Family, everything he did seemed blessed by divine guidance, succeeding effortlessly. To this day, he had elevated the Zhao Family, once merely a magnate, to a status rivaling top-tier dynasties.

The Mr. Ye from his “dream” was identical to the Ye Yang standing before him.

Truth be told, Zhao Qingzhi had always regarded this event as a dream.

After noticing the changes in himself, he frantically searched for this Mr. Ye.  But no matter how hard he looked, it was as if Mr. Ye had never existed. Even the servants who were with him that day claimed they had never seen any Mr. Ye.

They said they had simply gone to the brothel to listen to music, and Zhao Qingzhi had fallen asleep during the performance due to fatigue. Because of his servants’ accounts, he had always treated Mr. Ye as a dream figure. He attributed his transformation to something akin to the ancient tales of sudden enlightenment.

But now, Zhao Qingzhi was certain. It wasn’t a dream. His servants didn’t see Mr. Ye because Mr. Ye didn’t want them to. With his godlike powers, Mr. Ye could easily make himself invisible to others.

His transformation was indeed a gift from Mr. Ye.

“Zhao Qingzhi pays respects to Mr. Ye.”

After fully integrating the memory Ye Yang implanted, Zhao Qingzhi struggled to his feet on the bed, knelt before Ye Yang, and called out with utmost respect.

“All of you, kneel and pay respects to Mr. Ye immediately. Without Mr. Ye, there would be no Zhao Family as it is today.”

After kneeling on the bed, Zhao Qingzhi immediately commanded Zhao Wuji, Zhao Xuankun, Zhao Ling’er, and all the younger family members.

Thud, thud, thud.

Hearing Zhao Qingzhi’s words, Zhao Wuji and Zhao Xuankun didn’t hesitate and knelt immediately.

Zhao Ling’er and the other Zhao Family members followed suit, all dropping to their knees.

It could be said that even without Ye Yang’s godlike display, they would have knelt instantly at Zhao Qingzhi’s command. There was no helping it—Zhao Qingzhi’s authority in the Zhao Family was immense, and obeying him was ingrained in their very bones.

In the end, aside from those floating in the air, everyone in the room knelt on the floor.

“It seems you still remember me.” Ye Yang looked at the sea of kneeling people and smiled at Zhao Qingzhi.

“How could I forget? Back then, I was just a spoiled young master who only knew how to eat, drink, and play. It was my fortunate encounter with you, Mr. Ye, who awakened my wisdom, that allowed me to achieve what others see as miraculous investment acumen, elevating the Zhao Family to rival top-tier dynasties.

“It’s a pity I was so short-sighted, a frog in a well, treating tales of gods and immortals as mere legends. Back then, no one but me saw you, so I thought it was just a dream. Otherwise, I would have used all my resources to find you and repay your kindness.”

Kneeling on the bed, Zhao Qingzhi looked at Ye Yang with a bitter smile.

“Grandfather’s heaven-gifted investment ability came from this Mr. Ye? When Grandfather was still a spoiled young master, wasn’t that his teenage years? Nearly a century ago? And Mr. Ye still looks so young?”

Hearing Zhao Qingzhi’s words, the Zhao Family members were utterly shocked.

Zhao Qingzhi’s divine investment ability wasn’t actually granted by Ye Yang.  It was an inherent ability. Zhao Qingzhi possessed a special physique—a high-grade one called the Calculative Spirit Body.

Once awakened, this physique granted deductive abilities far beyond ordinary people. Or rather, it allowed one to skip the process of calculation and directly know the outcome.

For example, a complex arithmetic equation requiring step-by-step input on a calculator could be solved instantly by someone with the Calculative Spirit Body with just a glance. For those with this physique who embarked on the cultivation path, pursuing the path of deduction was as if they were divinely assisted.

People with the Calculative Spirit Body rarely lacked opportunities. They could use their deductive abilities to constantly calculate opportunities, gain benefits, and step by step become powerful cultivators.

Of course, on a spiritually barren world like Earth, the Calculative Spirit Body, like Zhao Ling’er’s and others’ special physiques, only exhibited basic miraculous properties.

The basic property of the Calculative Spirit Body was an exceptionally quick mind and a sensitivity to matters far surpassing ordinary people.

Essentially, someone with the Calculative Spirit Body could become a tycoon effortlessly.

Even without investing, their intuition alone could win the lottery’s top prize seven or eight times out of ten, as long as the lottery wasn’t rigged.

In Zhao Qingzhi’s original memory, his Calculative Spirit Body awakened when he was fifteen, on his way to a brothel to listen to music, setting him on the path to elevating the Zhao Family.

Ye Yang altered this memory, making it seem as though he had awakened Zhao Qingzhi’s wisdom.

Combined with his unchanged appearance after nearly a century, this caused Zhao Qingzhi to be overwhelmed with gratitude, resulting in him immediately kneeling in reverence.

“The creator of the Soul Capture spell probably never imagined that such a useless technique, when used appropriately, could make someone with a high-grade special physique kneel in submission like this.

“After all, in the cultivation world, anyone with a special physique, even the lowest grade, can naturally absorb spiritual energy, making them extraordinary and immune to a technique like Soul Capture.”

Looking at the kneeling Zhao Qingzhi, Ye Yang thought to himself.