Nero 2077

Interviewer: "Immortal Zhou Li, could you tell us why you created the orthodox methods and forged the twelve righteous paths, condensing twelve talismans to resolve ancient and modern disputes?"
"Just to liven things up."
Interviewer: "Well, I mean, did you reorganize the Great Ming Dynasty and plant the Seven Immortal Gourds based on the laws of myriad spirits, brewing the Spring of Spirit Qi for the glory of mankind or...?"
"Just to really liven things up."
Interviewer: "No, Immortal Zhou Li, I feel that you've done so much for humanity, for the Immortal Realm, and for Da Ming. Your purpose and starting point should be a bit more noble, such as...?"
"Enough already, can't you see? I just wanted to bring some entertainment to the spiritually impoverished Great Ming Dynasty and everyone in the Cultivation World. Here, let's liven things up for everyone."
The white-robed immortal pointed a finger, and alongside him, a chaotic and ferocious Ancient God swung indescribable and bizarre tendrils. Then, with a surge forward followed by a backflip, it landed stylishly, all the while muttering the delirious ramblings of an Ancient God.
【Damn, let's go, ignore it!】
"No fun? Who would cultivate without any fun?"

Bringing some shocking pranks to the Cultivation World

In the wooden hut of the Imperial Academy, the old scholar, with a jug of wine held aloft, froze in mid-air, his ancient and vigorous face filled with astonishment. He looked at the three individuals before him, his expression gradually twisting:


Zhou Li sincerely repeated, "I want to go to the Imperial Academy."


Trembling hands, spilled wine, and a smile that was half-hearted. The old scholar looked at Zhou Li, slowly set down the wine jug, and then made a classic move.


Point, close eyes, burst into laughter.


"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha."


He laughed heartily, with unrestrained joy. The old scholar didn't just laugh uproariously; he was also hopping up and down, pointing at Zhou Li and laughing, appearing more like an uninhibited, delirious child than a man in his fifties or sixties.


The Memory Stone in his hand went off without him realizing it.


Chapter 247: The Myriad Forms of Beiliang Imperial Academy