The day after Dongmei learned the Dushi Sutra, the Causality Web between Zhou Ming's eyebrows began to show new activity.

At first, there was one more phantom, and after half a day, two more appeared. They were all flickering like light smoke when they first emerged.

After barely forming into the shape of a thread, they stopped; they neither grew thicker nor faded, just hanging there in a lukewarm manner.

Over the next two days, a few more appeared one after another, all in the same state, stagnating after they appeared.

Zhou Ming looked at these new Causal Chains and roughly had a judgment in his heart.

Someone was spreading the Dushi Sutra, but the transmitter's method was similar to when he had first Transmigrated—basically relying on word of mouth to teach face-to-face, or secretly slipping handwritten copies to others.

This method of spreading was extremely inefficient, and most people reading the scripture were also inconsistent, working for three days and resting for two.

Some forgot it after reading it a few times, some gave up halfway because they found it boring, and some were still persisting but making extremely slow progress.

Therefore, although the Causal Chains appeared, they were slow to fully solidify.

Until a few days later, when one of the Causal Chains suddenly solidified.

It was as if someone had struck a match in a pile of dry firewood; after this solidified Causal Chain had just stabilized, the other Causal Chains seemed to have received some kind of stimulation and began to transform from virtual to real in unison.

Zhou Ming sat on the stool in the corner of the Kitchen, his hand holding a bowl frozen in mid-air, his consciousness locked onto the Causality Web between his eyebrows.

It had been several days, and he watched as the web was expanding at an increasingly faster speed.

At first, they increased by a few at a time, then by dozens, and then by hundreds and thousands.

Later on, the growth in numbers was so fast that he couldn't count them at all; the newly born Causal Chains were like splashes in a rainstorm, bursting forth with a patter and covering his entire perception.

Suddenly, a major outbreak occurred.

Thousands, tens of thousands of Causal Chains emerged within just a few days.

First, a large area of phantoms appeared simultaneously, as if someone had splashed a basin of ink onto the Causality Web, and then these phantoms began to transform from virtual to real together, with a solidification speed faster than any Causal Chain Zhou Ming had ever seen.

Within just three to five days, tens of thousands of Causal Chains fully solidified, spreading out densely and hanging deep within Zhou Ming's eyebrows like an overwhelming spider web, enveloping his consciousness in a silent halo of light.

The most spectacular instance among them was when nearly fifty thousand Causal Chains appeared on the same day.

The moment they appeared, they began to transform from virtual to real, their color deepening from the semi-transparency of light smoke until they were all completely solidified two days later.

They stopped for only about four hours before they began to continue growing and becoming thicker and stronger.

Zhou Ming didn't need to think to know that this was by no means a scale that individual dissemination could achieve.

This was someone teaching the scriptures in batches and on a large scale.

Tens of thousands of people starting to recite simultaneously must be in an army, or the population under the jurisdiction of some noble family or some power.

Once the scripture was put on an assembly line on a large scale, he no longer needed to worry about it.

In the blink of an eye, Zhou Ming had been in this world for a full month.

During this month, his body, which looked like a thin, stalk-like frame, finally showed some slight improvement.

Although the frame was still the same, and his sharp-mouthed, monkey-cheeked features hadn't changed, he had grown some flesh, no longer as skin-and-bones as when he first Transmigrated.

Firstly, after becoming a Kitchen manager, his three meals a day were guaranteed, and Liu Sandao brought him food in different ways every day.

Although it wasn't any delicacies, it was a world of difference compared to the days of two meals of coarse grain buns and bland vegetable soup.

Secondly, it was the nourishment of the magic power in his Dantian to this body.

Although he had suppressed most of his magic power deep into his Dantian to hide it, those two strands of Qi were quietly entrenched in his body.

Nurturing his Meridians and blood Qi day and night without stopping, this internal conditioning, while subtle and unassuming, was more effective than him eating braised pork every day.

When Zhou Ming looked in the mirror, he no longer felt it was so painful to the eyes; there was color in his face, and he could pinch a small layer of flesh on his arm.

Ever since he last saw the Causal Chain on top of Dongmei's head at the Martial Arts Training Ground, Zhou Ming had not seen Empress Su Mingyue, Dongmei, and the others again.

Begonia Court was as quiet as ever, everything operating according to the rules.

The stewards performed their duties, the servants followed the routine, only in the main room deep in the inner courtyard was there no longer the figure of the Young Miss.

Hearing from the odd-job workers in the Kitchen, the Young Miss had taken Dongmei and several personal maids out.

No one knew exactly where they went, only that Chunlan had given instructions before the Young Miss left.

The Kitchen of Begonia Court did not need to prepare food for the Young Miss for the time being.

This pause had lasted for a month.

Liu Sandao no longer needed to cook every day, and when he had nothing to do, he directed other chefs in cooking.

Although the ingredients used were still the original ones, the taste had changed a lot.

Zhou Ming also went over to listen to Liu Sandao directing the cooking when he had nothing to do, and he learned a little bit.

The cuisine of this world could not be compared with the cuisine of his previous life at all; it lacked too many key seasonings.

Therefore, the food produced was far less rich and delicious than in his previous life; whether it was the variety of ingredients or the layers of seasoning, it was more than a grade worse.

Over this past month, the Causality Web between Zhou Ming's eyebrows had become a spectacular sight.

Tens of thousands of solidified Causal Chains were arranged in layers.

From the thickest ones—Fang Yuan's and Zhuzi's—to those few who had succeeded in Cultivation early on.

To the fifty thousand Causal Chains that came from behind and formed a scale, they densely covered the entire range of his perception.

Among them, those fifty thousand Causal Chains that appeared on the same day were exceptionally neat; they were arranged like a queue, uniform in thickness and consistent in spacing.

Obviously, it was spread by the same person at the same time point using the same method.

Every day, as long as Zhou Ming sank his consciousness into his eyebrows, he could see these Causal Chains hanging steadily there.

Like tens of thousands of drawn bowstrings, pulled by some invisible force, the other ends all converged in the direction of his eyebrows.

This scene made Zhou Ming a bit stunned at first, but later he got used to it after seeing it more.

He knew that this web had completely exceeded his original plan.

He originally just wanted to secretly spread a few scriptures, plant some Causal Chains, and be able to inherit some Cultivation later to protect his own life.

And now, someone was doing this for him, and doing it more thoroughly, more efficiently, and more recklessly than him.

He was not sure who the mastermind behind all this was, but he had a faint premonition.

It wouldn't be long before these tens of thousands of Causal Chains would begin to break.

And the Cultivation he would inherit would be a number he wouldn't even dare to imagine at the beginning of his Transmigration.