Brother, other people who travel through time are so awesome, why are you so useless?

Lin Mo felt his temples throbbing violently.

What the hell is 'piecing together good people'?!

What the hell is 'marrying a wife and continuing the family line down below'?!

How exactly does this girl's brain work?

We haven't seen each other in eighteen years, how did she get even more bizarre than before?

"Wait, although I haven't seen this girl in eighteen years..."

"But judging by her tone... it sounds like only seven days have passed since my death on Blue Star?"

"Why is the timeline so far off? Forget it, I'll ignore it for now."

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the urge to reach through the internet cable and beat up Lin Xiyue, along with his confusion about the time difference.

Time was pressing; now was not the time to worry about this.

The main business was urgent!

"Lin Xiyue! Listen to me carefully!" Lin Mo's voice suddenly rose.

"I am not dead! I repeat, I, Lin Mo, am perfectly fine!"

"I, your brother, am not a ghost! I Transmigrated! Do you understand Transmigration? It's like what they write in those web novels you read

—my Soul ran off to another world!"

"And right now, I'm not doing very well, and I urgently need your help!!"

Lin Mo's rapid-fire speech finally managed to stun Lin Xiyue into silence.

"Tra... Transmigration?"

The crying on Lin Xiyue's end stopped, and the sobbing ceased; she seemed to be processing the information.

After several seconds, she finally spoke weakly, her tone filled with deep suspicion and a trace of disdain.

"Brother... are you sure someone didn't smash your head in down below?"

"In the novels I read, after the protagonist Transmigrates, they are either an Invincible Saint Body or a Natural Supreme. At worst, they follow the Trash Rises Up Trope, but they still start with a Golden Finger and kill gods and slay Buddhas."

"How come... how come you sound like you're doing so terribly? Do I need to burn more Spirit Money for you?"

"Is your Transmigration... a bit useless?"

Lin Mo's face completely darkened.

That cuts deep, Younger Sister.

Every single word pierced straight into his heart.

He felt that he wouldn't need to wait for Zhang Han to cripple him; his own sister would manage to anger him to death first!

"Shut up!" Lin Mo snapped defensively. "What the hell do you know! I'm just a Late Bloomer!"

"I don't have time to explain all that. You just need to know that I'm not dead, and I'm currently in a Xuanhuan world called the Cangxuan Great Realm!"

"Xuan... Xuanhuan world?" In Lin Xiyue's voice, fear was finally replaced by a hint of curiosity. "Is it the kind of world... that has Flying Swords, Spells, and allows for eternal life?"

"Exactly!" Lin Mo replied concisely.

"Wow! That's awesome, Big Brother!" Lin Xiyue's voice instantly became excited, and the sadness and fear from before vanished.

"Brother! Are you in a really awesome Sect right now?"

"Have you become some kind of Inner Sect Disciple, flying on a sword every day, maybe with a pretty Senior Sister or a cute Junior Sister?"

Lin Mo's mouth twitched.

No pretty Senior Sister, and definitely no cute Junior Sister.

But there is a mortal enemy who wants to cripple him.

"Ahem... none of that is important." Lin Mo vaguely changed the subject. "I came to you now because I have a matter of utmost importance that requires your help."

"Help? What can I help you with? Help you power-level?" Lin Xiyue was clearly still immersed in her own fantasy.

Lin Mo felt exhausted trying to communicate with her.

However, she was his only hope right now, so no matter how tired he was, he had to continue.

Lin Mo organized his thoughts and, using the simplest language possible, laid out his entire predicament.

"The Qingxuan Sect where I currently reside is holding an assessment in seven days. If I fail, I will be expelled from the mountain."

"And my current strength is nowhere near enough to pass."

"More importantly, I have a mortal enemy named Zhang Han. He has already achieved a Breakthrough and is just waiting for me to be expelled so he can find a chance to cripple me."

"In other words, if I am still this weak seven days from now, I will certainly die!"

Lin Mo's words worked this time.

Hearing that her brother was going to die again in seven days,

Lin Xiyue's heart instantly leaped into her throat.

"Ah?! It's that serious?!"

"Brother, then run! Why stay in that lousy Sect? Where there's life, there's hope!" Lin Xiyue said anxiously.

"I can't run." Lin Mo gave a bitter smile.

"This world is too vast and too dangerous. Without the protection of a Sect, a low-level Cultivator like me is no different from a lamb waiting to be slaughtered outside. It would be easy for Zhang Han to find me."

"Then... what should we do?" Lin Xiyue was so anxious she was almost crying.

"Don't panic, this is why I contacted you." Lin Mo changed the subject. "I experienced the Awakening of a Golden Finger—a System."

"A System?!" Lin Xiyue's voice rose eight octaves. "I knew it! Transmigrators must have a System! Brother! Hurry, use your System to instantly kill that Zhang Han guy!"

"...If I could, would I be asking for your help?" Lin Mo sighed, feeling even more exhausted.

He then thoroughly explained the matter of the national dao foundation sharing system to Lin Xiyue.

"...So, you mean your System is bound to our Great Xia?"

"And your strength depends on the total cultivation level of all Cultivators in our country?"

"But... we don't have any Cultivators here at all! Everyone is just an ordinary person! So your cultivation bonus equals zero?"

Lin Xiyue's mind worked quickly this time, summarizing Lin Mo's predicament in just a few words.

The summary was quite accurate.

"That's right." Lin Mo replied in a low voice.

"Pfft..."

A muffled laugh came from Lin Xiyue's side, but she quickly realized her mistake and hastily stifled it.

"Ahem... Brother, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh, unless I couldn't help it... No, what I mean is, your Golden Finger... is truly unique."

Lin Mo didn't want to speak anymore.

He was afraid that if he said one more word, his Dao Heart would shatter and he would die on the spot.

"Therefore, my only hope now rests on you." Lin Mo cut straight to the point. "Only you can save my life."

"Me?" Lin Xiyue was stunned. "How can I save you?"

"It's simple." Lin Mo's tone became extremely serious. "I will pass a Cultivation Technique to you. Then, you must use every means possible to hand it over to the nation, have the nation promote it, and let the entire population Cultivate!"

"As long as one person in Great Xia starts to Cultivate, I will gain a portion of strength in this world!"

"As long as enough people Cultivate, forget about a mere Zhang Han, I could even slap a Holy Land Saint Lord to death!"

"Cultivation for all?!"

Lin Xiyue was completely shaken by Lin Mo's earth-shattering plan.

This... doesn't this sound too crazy?!

Asking a modern nation with over a billion people to abandon technology and switch to Immortal Cultivation?

How is that possible?!

"Brother, this... this isn't realistic, is it?"

"How could I possibly get in touch with the nation's high-level officials?"

"If I tell them My Brother Transmigrated and told me to promote Immortal Cultivation... I'd be lucky if they didn't treat me as mentally ill and lock me up!"

Lin Xiyue felt the difficulty of this task was greater than getting accepted into Qingbei University.

"I know that, of course. So my idea is to first pass the Cultivation Technique to you. You try to see if you can succeed in Cultivating."

"This is the only way to increase credibility!"

Lin Mo naturally understood that his entire family consisted of ordinary people.

Just as Lin Xiyue said, putting aside whether she could contact the high-level officials,

even if she could, the moment she uttered these words, she would have successfully booked a private bed at a psychiatric hospital.

Therefore, the only somewhat feasible method was to try to get Lin Xiyue to Cultivate the Cultivation Technique and reach the Body Tempering Realm.

As long as she could become special, it would certainly add some credibility.

He could stake his life on this!

Because, even the lowest foundational Realm during Cultivation—the Body Tempering First Level—

once successfully Cultivated, grants three hundred Jin of strength!

Think about it: could a frail, incoming freshman, eighteen-year-old, slightly silly young girl possibly possess three hundred Jin of immense strength?