Chapter 1: Copycat System
In Dongzhou, the majestic and magnificent Shuangta Mountain that rises into the sky is almost as old as history. In all the historical materials of the Chongming Realm that can be found today, Shuangta Mountain is mentioned as the opening chapter.

These two magnificent peaks look like they were split by a sword. On each peak stands a nine-story high tower. A white stone arch bridge connects the two mountains. Over the past hundred thousand years, the three buildings have only accumulated the weight of time, but without leaving any traces of time.

Mengshen Sect, a sect that is synonymous with Shuangta Mountain. Legend has it that the twin towers and one bridge were built by the founder of Mengshen Sect. It has been passed down for 100,000 years. Through the efforts of generations, Shuangta Mountain has been built like a paradise on earth. Generation after generation of strong men have written history with their blood, making Mengshen Sect one of the birthplaces of martial arts known to the world.

On the north side of Shuangta Mountain, there is a small courtyard surrounded by bamboo forests. Three bamboo houses are lined up in a row, one high and two low. In front of the courtyard, there is a gurgling stream. The breeze blows, and the rustling sound makes everything in front of you return to nature. In the tallest bamboo house in the middle, a young man in white clothes sits on a futon with his five hearts facing the sky. After an unknown amount of time, he opens his eyes with a shallow sigh.

The chanting sound in his head subsided again, but Jiang Yi still did not gain anything. For sixteen years, whenever he practiced meditation, the loud and clear chanting sound would rang in his mind, but he could not understand it at all. It was a language he had never come into contact with, or it could be said that it was not a language. He just felt that the chanting sound was upright, profound, and solemn, as if it could make him merge into the world.

As long as he was immersed in the sound of chanting, he would involuntarily practice in some wonderful way. It was a mysterious but indescribable feeling. If he were asked to teach others, he would not be able to do it either, and he could not even copy others or repeat the scriptures.

Is this the so-called "Tao" that cannot be expressed in words?
"Too slow!"

Jiang Yi stood up and walked out of the bamboo house, grabbed a dead bamboo leaf that was flying in the breeze, and after a moment he opened his palm and let the dead leaf fly away with the wind.

He traveled to the Chongming Realm for twenty years, and activated his golden finger at the age of four to enter the middle two stage early. Just when he thought he could defy the heavens, the earth, and the three realms, reality slapped him into the ground and he couldn't get out.

His golden finger seemed to have no intelligence. In any case, he had not found any signs of this in the past sixteen years.

The golden finger is divided into two parts. The first part is the manifestation function, or the exchange function, which he calls the [Spiritual Treasure Atlas]. From it, you can exchange for the Tai Chi diagram, the Chaos Bell, the Pangu Banner, the Four Swords of Zhuxian, the Zhuxian Formation Diagram, the Tiandi Xuanhuang Merit Linglong Tower, the Hongmeng Measuring Ruler...

Jiang Yi was very familiar with these things, the most precious treasures in the ancient times, any one of them was enough for him to fight against the heavens and the earth. But exchanging them required cultivation points, which were obtained from listening to sutras and practicing.

This is the second part of the system. As long as he calms down, the sound of chanting will appear in his mind. It should be a Taoist classic, but he doesn't know who wrote it. However, the practice points gained in this way are very few. Until now, he can only see a string of question marks behind the treasure of Tai Chi Diagram. He is so poor that he doesn't even have the qualifications to ask the price.

As for the treasures, he just thought about it. He was mentally prepared for the price. Then he looked at the next one: the five-colored lotus, the five-directional flags, the River Map and the Luoshu, the three books of Heaven, Earth and Man, the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, the map of mountains, rivers and the state, the Qingping sword, the twelve capitals god flags, the Zhoutian star battle array map... Damn, there is still a question mark.

The next one is Haotian Realm, Fuxi Harp, Dinghai Pearl, Bagua Furnace, Yin Yang Mirror, Fantian Seal... I don’t want to watch it anymore.

The system of the prehistoric version, does it mean that the time to leave the mountain must also be based on the prehistoric version? He can survive, but he doesn't know if Chongming Realm can hold on until then.

Moreover, the spiritual treasures exchanged by his system are not original products. They are divided into beggar's version, copycat version, and high-imitation version, which are full of the smell of cheating. I don't know if this system is also a copycat.

He really wanted to know how powerful the beggar's version was compared to the original version? How powerful was the copycat version? How powerful was the high-end imitation version? It couldn't just be a fake name!

This broken system had no intelligence and was completely unable to answer his questions. He could only figure it out on his own.

There was no point in keeping it to himself, so he planned to exchange it for a relatively low-level beggar's version of spiritual treasure, or a cheaper one. With the data for comparison, he would have a better idea in mind.

Two million, six hundred and sixty-eight thousand, five hundred and forty!

This was the cultivation value he had accumulated over sixteen years of cultivation. He had thought that if he could survive for a hundred years he would be able to emerge invincible. However, after looking at the question marks all over the place year after year, and comparing the exchange price of the lowest-level beggar version of spiritual treasures, Jiang Yi felt that if he did not make any changes, this broken system might kill him first.

After repeated consideration, Jiang Yi chose the Five-Colored Stone, the Beggar Edition, which has a cultivation value of 120,000. There is no one cheaper than this.

The Five-Colored Stone is more of a hidden weapon. Although it is not ranked among all the ancient magical treasures, its record in the Conferred Gods is quite impressive. Even Kong Xuan has been hit by the Five-Colored Stone.

It was the first time for Jiang Yi to exchange a spiritual treasure. He was very curious about this method of creating something out of nothing, but... it was quite ordinary in terms of viewing. He carefully looked at the beggar's version of the five-color stone in the palm of his right hand. It was gorgeous and dazzling. It lived up to its name, a five-color gem. The true essence flowed, and the five-color stone disappeared from his palm in an instant. Not to mention the naked eye, even the spiritual consciousness could not catch the trajectory of the five-color stone. He only saw the result, breaking five cold green bamboos, and then it returned to his palm in an instant.

So fast!

But the power... is quite average, it's not as good as him rubbing the wave himself.

Overall, Jiang Yi was very disappointed. He spent 120,000 yuan to buy such a thing. He felt that he had given up his IQ rights. At this level, with his status, he could just ask his father for three or five items.

This beggar version is really too bad!

"Brother, do you really only remember to go home for dinner when I have to call you every time?"

Just then, a girl in a lake green dress, like an elf, ran along the bamboo path.

"Haha, haven't you forgotten that!" Looking at the girl, Jiang Yi showed a gentle smile on his face. He doted on this third sister who was five years younger than him. The clever little girl was much more interesting than the cold and sullen Erwa all day long.

"Humph, other warriors would be starving if they don't eat a meal, but you are different, it seems like you can be full just by drinking northwest wind."

The Chongming Realm specializes in martial arts. From the ninth to the seventh grades, the main focus is on building up strength, tempering the body, and nourishing true energy; the sixth to fourth grades cleanse the tendons and marrow, train the internal organs, and accumulate true energy; the third grade transforms true energy into Gang; the second grade regenerates severed limbs; the first grade condenses the true meaning of martial arts.

There are higher realms above the first level, such as the [Melting God] that Jiang's father is in.

For the big sects, the martial arts are truly started when one reaches the third level. Before the third level, no talent is needed, and one can complete it by spending money. For example, Jiang Yi's father Jiang Mingde is the master of the North Tower. He has a high status and controls a lot of resources in the sect. Even if he is a mediocre person, he can still reach the fourth level. With his status, he reached the fourth level at the age of 20, which can be regarded as a record of the Mengshen Sect.

A warrior can eat, but he is a cultivator and is currently practicing fasting, so eating is not a necessity for him.

The structure of the sects in Chongming Realm is similar. At the top is the sect leader or clan master, below which are the deputy sect masters, peak masters or hall masters. The deputy sect master is half a level higher, and below them are the elders, celebrities, worshippers, true disciples, outer sect elders, inner sect disciples, and outer sect disciples.

In addition, there is an institution independent of the entire system, the Heritage Hall, which is only owned by a few sects with a long history.

The Heritage Hall has the power to elect and depose the Sect Master. The elders of the Heritage Hall generally do not take care of things, and only come forward in major events that determine the rise and fall of the sect, or when the sect faces life and death. The twin towers symbolize the Dream God Sect. The South Tower is under the control of the Sect Master, and the North Tower belongs to the Heritage Hall. All the elders of the Heritage Hall practice in the North Tower.

As the name suggests, the Lord of the North Tower belongs to the Heritage Hall and is not under the jurisdiction of the Sect Master. Jiang Mingde, the Lord of the North Tower, is outside the power of the sect, but holds some specific powers. Jiang Yi does not know what they are specifically. The Heritage Hall is also a secret to the sect disciples. All we know is that the Lord of the North Tower will be directly promoted to the elder of the Heritage Hall after he leaves office in the future.

Compared with the status of his father Jiang Mingde, his mother Su Lingyun, who was appointed as the elder of Luyuan, seems to be of little use. With such a background, Jiang Yi is an out-and-out second-generation.

But he, the second generation, is a well-known lazy fish in the sect. The hard work of a warrior's practice is visible. People like Jiang Yi who just sit there all day long are nothing but lazy fish.

For this, Father Jiang had put him in solitary confinement and personally cooked stir-fried pork on a bamboo board. His mother also often told him that she hoped her son would become a successful person. However, Jiang Yi, who was determined to build a fake treasure and save the world in his middle school years, would never listen. Over time, his old parents placed their hopes on the second child, Jiang Bai, and he was left alone.

His younger brother Jiang Bai reached the second rank when he was eighteen years old and had gone down the mountain to train for a year. His younger sister Jiang Miaomiao was fifteen years old and was at the same level as him, also at the fourth rank.

However, although he was raised in a free-range manner, he did not encounter any of the bad things that he had read about in previous novels. His parents' love did not diminish in the slightest, and his brothers and sisters did not look down on him or take the opportunity to cause trouble for him or bully his fellow students.

Jiang Yi also once complained in his heart, is it because his life is not dramatic enough that he cannot have omnipotent magical powers?
(End of this chapter)