You’re Running 30,000 Simulations a Day—Trying to Stay Healthy or What?-Chapter 50: Just a Tiny Gap

Lin Mo's eyes burned with even greater fervor upon hearing your question.
Just as he was about to speak, he seemed to remember something.
His expression suddenly froze as he turned to look at Wei Xia.
Wei Xia gazed helplessly at Lin Mo.
Lin Mo quickly ran over and hugged Wei Xia's leg: "Mother..."
Wei Xia knelt down and embraced the small child.
She gently stroked Lin Mo's head, her expression sorrowful.
You remained silent.
You walked toward Hall Master Zhang.
Looking down at him, you said: "You're not allowed to come here again. Understood?"
"I won't! Never again!"
Hall Master Zhang looked as helpless as a 200-pound child.
"Scram!"
"Yes, yes! Right away!"
Hall Master Zhang struggled to stand despite the pain in his chest.
Just as he was about to leave, you called out: "Wait."
"Hero! I was wrong, hero!!"
"What exactly were you wrong about?"
"I... I don't know, but I figured apologizing first couldn't hurt?"
"Good attitude. Now scram!"
Hall Master Zhang didn't dare delay, immediately turning to flee.
"Wait again!"
Hall Master Zhang nearly burst into tears as he slowly turned back: "Hero! I'm really sorry!!"
You tossed a lump of silver into his arms.
Hall Master Zhang froze - getting beaten earned him this much money? If he came for daily beatings, he'd be set for life!
"Hmm? Still here?" You glared.
Hall Master Zhang startled, abandoning his fantasy - several beatings a day would kill him. He scrambled away.
You then turned to the Lin family behind you.
Your gaze fell upon Wei Xia and Lin Kaifeng.
They slowly looked back at you.
"How did you two meet?" you asked.
Wei Xia thought for a moment: "My husband and I grew up together. Our families were close, so we were betrothed as children."
Your brow furrowed.
So in this simulation, Miao Jiayao had never been part of the picture.
A completely different storyline.
That meant Lin Kaifeng had no connection to the Xuaming Temple incident, couldn't possibly be the same person.
Moreover, Lin Mo had been born many years earlier this time.
Everything had changed - except for Wei Xia and Lin Mo.
Yet this hadn't affected Lin Mo's birth at all.
You knew this might be coincidence.
But you suspected it was Lin Mo's formidable destiny as a child of fortune at work.
Looking at the small child, you sighed inwardly: "Who's the real protagonist here? Am I just a side character?"
Shaking off these thoughts, you told Wei Xia: "Your concerns are valid. Sometimes, survival is what matters most."
Wei Xia nodded silently.
"But I still want to do what I think is right."
You produced a top-tier martial manual - the Thunderous Spear Technique.
Placing it in Lin Mo's hands, you said: "This is an excellent technique. You may choose to practice it, or listen to your mother and burn it to live an ordinary life."
Lin Mo hesitantly accepted it.
He looked up at Wei Xia with his small face.
Wei Xia pressed her lips together, remaining silent.
You then brought out the Nine Condensations Profound Skill: "This is special. Never show it to anyone!"
Your unusually stern expression conveyed the importance to Lin Mo.
Lin Mo's small face grew serious as he nodded vigorously: "I promise, Uncle Yu!"
Still, you felt uneasy leaving the physical manual with him.
Deciding to be direct, you turned to Wei Xia:
"To be blunt, Lin Mo possesses extraordinary martial talent. His achievements will surpass all expectations."
Wei Xia looked at you in surprise.
She hadn't expected such high praise.
After a hesitant nod, she seemed to anticipate your next words.
You continued: "Your fears won't change Lin Mo's destiny. Giving him the means to protect himself is true safety."
Wei Xia took a deep breath, her expression pained.
Her look reminded you of the third simulation, where she'd buried her own child.
Lin Kaifeng came over, placing a comforting arm around her shoulders.
Finally moved, Wei Xia said softly: "Young Master He... I don't know why, but I've always feared losing Mo'er. But if he truly has such gifts, they shouldn't be wasted..."
"Indeed," you nodded.
Having made her decision, Wei Xia brought Lin Mo forward: "Mo'er, ask Young Master He to take you as his disciple."
Lin Mo's face lit up with excitement as he knelt with a thud: "Please accept me as your disciple, Uncle Yu!"
"There's been a misunderstanding. I won't be taking Lin Mo as my disciple," you explained.
"Why not, Uncle Yu?"
Both Lin Mo and Wei Xia stared at you blankly.
"I'm too much of a wanderer to take disciples," you said.
The family exchanged confused looks.
Ultimately, you left Lin Mo with the Thunderous Spear Technique manual.
To avoid leaving the Nine Condensations Profound Skill in physical form, you taught it to him directly.
You emphasized repeatedly: "Strive for nine condensations at each cultivation stage."
During this process, you witnessed firsthand Lin Mo's terrifying martial talent.
Lin Mo couldn't read all the characters, relying entirely on your explanations.
Day 1: He grasped the basic framework of the Nine Condensations Profound Skill.
Day 2: Practicing the Thunderous Spear Technique, he generated his first strand of true qi - official martial initiation.
Day 3: Began condensing true qi.
Day 4: Completed first condensation.
Day 5: Your jaw practically hit the floor.
Your current talent ranked among the top disciples beneath the direct disciples of the five great sects.
Lin Mo's talent crushed even those direct disciples.
Meaning the gap between your talents spanned at least two whole tiers.
And this was after your own talent had improved through the Nine Condensations Profound Skill.
Compared to your original "factory settings" talent, the difference was downright embarrassing.
Lin Mo looked up innocently: "Uncle Yu, what's wrong? Am I progressing too slowly?"
You coughed awkwardly: "Ahem, no, your speed is quite good."
Lin Mo scratched his head: "Just 'quite good'? Then I must still be far behind you. Uncle Yu, you must have progressed much faster back then?"
You recalled taking half a year just to initiate your martial cultivation - slower than a snail.
Maintaining a stern face, you said: "Don't compare yourself to me. Martial progress is about surpassing yourself. Any improvement makes you amazing!"
Lin Mo nodded: "I understand. So compared to your past self, Uncle Yu, you must have improved tremendously!"
"Let's not talk about this."
"But why, Uncle Yu?"
"Really, let's drop it."
"Uncle Yu? What's wrong? Say something!"
"Uncle Yu, why are you crying?"
"Uncle Yu... Uncle Yu..."
Seven days later,
Lin Mo had fully mastered the Nine Condensations Profound Skill.
Thoroughly demoralized, you left him with 5,000 Blood Qi Pills and 2,000 internal spirit pills.
Using your "throw money at problems" approach, you had a blacksmith forge a gleaming silver spear for Lin Mo in three days.
The spear stood taller than Lin Mo himself,
though his martial initiation made wielding it effortless.
As you prepared to leave,
Lin Mo clung to your leg, dropping "little pearls" nonstop.
Patting his head, you whispered tenderly in his ear:
"Stop with this damn melodrama!"