Quang Binh City,
That evening, enveloped in a warm and joyous atmosphere, the entire Vuong family had an exceptionally happy time.
Even as they prepared for bed, Queen Mother Vuong hadn’t calmed her excitement.
She kept standing in front of the mirror admiring herself, occasionally touching her cheek and smiling radiantly.
Her usually honest and quiet son had actually spoken up to praise her beauty today.
This was proof enough that this fairy’s charm hadn’t diminished from the old days—in fact, it had grown!
This figure, this skin, this face…
Nguyen Ngoc Linh was about to be defeated by her own beauty.
The only one suffering was Mr.
Vuong.
He had been sitting on the bed this whole time, counting the stars while waiting for his wife.
Watching her strike alluring poses had stoked his internal fires to the breaking point.
How had an entire hour passed without them getting down to business?
Unable to hold back, he coughed dryly:
“Hmph, is that really necessary?
Look at your age, yet one flattering comment from our son sends you flying into the clouds.
So childish!”
Suddenly, a stormy pressure characteristic of the Late-Stage Spirit Guiding Realm swept over, causing Mr.
Vuong to shudder in fear.
Across from him, Mrs.
Vuong’s almond eyes turned icy.
With a smile that wasn’t a smile, her words hissed through clenched teeth, dark and freezing:
“Old man, what do you mean?
Am I old?
Or am I not beautiful?”
“N-no…
that’s not it, dear.
Listen to me explain…” Vuong Thanh’s desire to survive flared fiercely as he stammered, scrambling to defend himself.
But his response was met with brutal suppression.
Thud!
Guided by the spiritual energy from Nguyen Ngoc Linh’s hand, a pillow flew off the bed and rolled into the corner of the room.
“Tonight, you’re sleeping on the floor.
Think carefully about your explanation.
Tomorrow, if your excuse doesn’t satisfy me, you know the consequences.”
“Hmph!”
Her mood completely ruined, Nguyen Ngoc Linh angrily turned off the lights and climbed into bed.
Her chest heaved as she performed her breathing exercises, putting even more effort into it than during actual cultivation.
Still not fully vented, she didn’t forget to issue a command to the smart home AI: “Drop the AC by 10 degrees!”
With that, she rolled herself up in the blanket and fell asleep hugging her anger.
The only sufferer was Mr.
Vuong, whose mouth had doomed his body.
He helplessly and pitifully hugged his pillow in the corner of the room.
He opened his mouth a few times to plead his case, but ultimately, only sighs came out.
For a martial artist, sleeping on the floor at 10 degrees Celsius posed no danger.
But with a soft, warm bed and a wife as beautiful as a flower right there, who would willingly sleep isolated in the corner?
It was all their son’s fault.
Sigh…
….
Vuong Family Villa,
Vuong Minh naturally had no idea about the grievances currently plaguing his father’s heart.
After eating, he returned to his room, locked the door tight, and began another night of cultivation.
However, sitting on a massive fortune of collected emotional points and having discovered a new path for himself, Vuong Minh momentarily didn’t know how to allocate his Faith Energy.
Cultivation methods and martial arts were the foundation of a martial artist; he absolutely could not slack on them.
But his mecha skills would be the tool to easily harvest more emotions, so naturally, they also needed an upgrade.
After pondering for a bit, Vuong Minh, in a rare move, delayed his cultivation and unmuted a certain AI sprite.
“Amy, pull up the personal profiles of the most famous influencers.”
“Understood, Master!”
Having learned her lesson the hard way, the sprite didn’t dare act out of line anymore.
She obediently projected a virtual screen displaying a variety of information.
Just as his memory indicated, the accounts with the largest fanbases were uniformly tied to martial artists or mecha pilots.
If they weren’t mighty experts or martial geniuses, they were mecha prodigies.
If someone happened to be both, they would go viral beyond belief.
Like a seeker of truth, he greedily studied and observed how these accounts operated.
Having Amy pull up a bit more data, he soon grasped the core mechanics behind them.
All the marketing tricks he had learned in his past life still retained their value.
Vuong Minh quickly recognized his advantages.
Good looks—this wasn’t self-praise, but all thanks to the excellent genes of his parents.
Secondly, he had accidentally landed in a trending video.
This was already a dream start.
As long as his persona didn’t collapse afterward, and he maintained the image of a genius student and a Mecha Storm prodigy, fame was a given.
It would be as easy as flipping his hand.
And with the Violet Star in his possession, he had never lacked confidence in this regard.
Myriad thoughts flashed through his mind, and very quickly, Vuong Minh formed a rough plan.
He, Great Emperor Vuong, needed to focus on cultivation.
Naturally, he didn’t have the time to micromanage a personal social media account; he needed to find someone to advise and run it for him.
Glancing briefly at Amy, who was standing obediently and quietly nearby, Vuong Minh clicked his tongue.
“Looks like I have to make good use of this toy.
But I can’t let her access too much either.”
Currently, he was still a high school student living with his parents.
Doing anything was inconvenient, and he couldn’t exactly hire an entire team of people to work for him.
However, he didn’t want to wait and miss out on this sudden shower of wealth.
Therefore, he had to squeeze out every drop of utility and temporarily use this extremely expensive AI assistant.
Furthermore, a machine was just a machine.
Actual operations still required a human touch, so he needed an extremely trusted confidant to manage things on his behalf.
With a plan in place, Vuong Minh thought no more about it.
He decisively burned all his existing Faith Energy into his cultivation.
Instantly, countless insights related to the Spirit Qi Body Guiding Art flooded his mind.
It made Vuong Minh feel as if the clouds had parted to reveal the sun; his entire being opened up with clarity.
The cultivation method circulated even more smoothly.
The previously stubborn and unruly spiritual energy in his meridians was tamed, becoming obedient, perfectly smooth, and full of spirituality.
Boom!!!
Immediately, his head buzzed.
Then, the already condensed spiritual energy in his dantian’s sea of qi spun several more times, expelling all remaining dregs and impurities, becoming purer than ever before.
Spirit Qi Body Guiding Art, Great Perfection!
…
When good things happen, one’s mood naturally lifts.
Having been smashed by a shower of sudden wealth yesterday, and successfully cultivating his technique to the Great Perfection stage overnight, Young Master Vuong was in exceptionally high spirits the next morning.
He whistled and skipped downstairs.
Entering the dining room, he found Mrs.
Vuong with a face as cold as stone, and Mr.
Vuong sitting there with dark circles under his eyes, looking utterly haggard.
With the sharp senses of a Fourth Stage Spirit Guiding cultivator, Vuong Minh instantly noticed the anomaly.
He stared intently at Mr.
Vuong, noticing the old man shivering occasionally with frail breathing—clearly symptoms of Yang deficiency.
Feeling the disappointment of someone not living up to expectations, Vuong Minh sighed:
“Old dad, you have to know your limits in whatever you do.
You’re not young anymore, you need to learn some restraint.
Sigh…”
Bang!
The main culprit had appeared and actually dared to mock him!
Vuong Thanh’s anger immediately surged.
He wanted to stand up and teach the boy a lesson, showing him who the real boss of this house was.
But just as he slammed the table, an elusive pressure suddenly swept over, making him shudder.
He hastily changed direction, reaching to the side to grab a set of bowls and chopsticks instead.
As for Mrs.
Vuong, the moment she saw her son, the ice on her face melted like a snowflake meeting the sun.
Smiling with full maternal affection, she pulled Young Master Vuong to sit next to her.
“Sweetheart, quickly sit down.
Let Mom get you some food.”
Out on the streets, Young Master Vuong was a big boss; back at home, he was an absolute lord.
He naturally enjoyed this maternal love.
The breakfast spread was incredibly lavish, ranging from cold cuts to various noodle soups.
With the terrifying appetite of a martial artist, he swept through the food like a whirlwind scattering clouds, only pausing after downing several large bowls.
Throughout the meal, Nguyen Ngoc Linh sat right beside him, constantly putting food in his bowl, not letting the servants lift a finger.
Her gentle and attentive attitude made the Old Lord Vuong incredibly jealous.
It wasn’t until he finished eating that Vuong Minh turned to his parents and spoke up:
“Dad, Mom!
I want Uncle Binh to help me for a while.”
“Not a problem! This story is hosted at g.com.
But sweetheart, is something going on?” Nguyen Ngoc Linh nodded and agreed without a second thought before asking for details.
Vuong Minh naturally had nothing to hide from the two elders.
He immediately ordered Amy to project his SkyWeb news onto the screen.
“Dad, Mom, look!
It hasn’t even been 24 hours since yesterday, yet this news has hundreds of thousands of views.
My personal profile has also gained quite a few followers.
Because of this, I want to take this opportunity to try my hand at becoming a KOL.”
So that was it.
The two elders nodded, but very quickly spotted an issue:
“Sweetheart, isn’t that girl Huyen My?
Didn’t you say yesterday that she didn’t think much of you?
How could you just leave a girl there and come home first?”
“Mom!
Don’t focus on the process, the result is what matters!” Vuong Minh groaned in frustration.
“She wasn’t interested in me from the start.
Otherwise, who goes on a blind date bringing a squad of besties and a white knight along, right?
Besides, listen to what she said—’giving me a chance to pursue her’.
Look at your son; do I look like I need to scramble for a ‘chance’ to pursue someone else?”
“Mhm, our son is right.
When marrying a wife, one shouldn’t pick someone too overbearing.” Vuong Thanh deeply sympathized, absolutely agreeing with his son’s viewpoint.
The matter was considered dropped.
Nguyen Ngoc Linh calmly shot her husband a sidelong glance before asking with a hint of worry:
“Sweetheart, the university entrance exams are right around the corner.
Isn’t starting a digital content channel right now a bit rushed?”
“Mom, you don’t need to worry!
Getting into the Victoria Academy will be as easy as flipping my hand.”
Fearing the two elders wouldn’t believe him, Vuong Minh opened his palm.
Instantly, a ball of extremely pure spiritual energy materialized upon it.
This startled both Father and Mother Vuong, their shock rapidly transitioning into pure ecstasy.
“Sweetheart…
did you cultivate the Spirit Qi Body Guiding Art to Great Perfection?!”
“Hehe, I just succeeded last night.
Are you two at ease now?”
“At ease, completely at ease!”
Entrance exams this, academic tests that—at the end of the day, the Academies were there to recruit and nurture seedlings with the potential to become powerhouses.
The evaluation scores for one’s cultivation base, cultivation methods, and martial arts were always the highest.
As long as your talent was maxed out, even if you did dogshit on the other written exams, they would still decisively recruit you.
And their son?
Eighteen years old, Fourth Stage of the Spirit Guiding Realm, and most importantly, he had brought his cultivation method to Great Perfection.
If he wasn’t a genius, who was?
The father of the Great Emperor was so excited his face flushed red.
Without hesitation, he approved his son’s ambition to become a KOL, not forgetting to generously transfer him one million Stellar Credits as startup capital.
Mrs.
Vuong had no objections either, though she expressed a bit of motherly concern:
“Sweetheart, we don’t object, but to run a personal page, you need content.
Can you really…”
Seeing what she was worried about, Vuong Minh smiled and grasped his Empress Mother’s hand, confidently reassuring her:
“Mom, rest assured!
Your son is a mecha combat genius.
Commodities like that kid in the video, I can beat several of them with one hand tied behind my back.
And he was even honored as one of the Top 50 promising young faces in Viet Nation’s mecha scene!
With that in mind, do you really think I’d be worried about lacking content?
“Besides, even if it doesn’t work out, we lose nothing.
The operations will be handed over to Uncle Binh and Amy while I remain focused on my cultivation.
I just don’t want to waste this sudden surge of traffic.
If we succeed, that’s naturally for the best.
If not, then we drop it.
The sunk cost won’t be high anyway.”
Hearing Vuong Minh’s confident declaration and seeing him maturely weigh the pros and cons instead of recklessly acting on hot-headed impulses, Vuong Thanh and Nguyen Ngoc Linh couldn’t help but feel their eyes sting with tears.
They felt an overwhelming sense of pride, the joy of seeing their son finally grown up.
Since Vuong Minh had thought things through so comprehensively, what else did the two elders have to hesitate over?
They agreed with extreme alacrity, immediately calling Uncle Binh over to put him at their son’s disposal.