I Just Wanted To Live but I Somehow Became Better Than the Protagonist

“Yong’er,” Lin Wei called softly, and only then did Ye Yong snap back to reality. “Mother, what brings you here?”

“Something happened just now?” Lin Wei scrutinized Ye Yong from head to toe, unable to discern any immediate changes.

“Not at all.” Ye Yong feigned ignorance, unaware that the thunderous roar had echoed throughout the Ye family estate, even reaching the neighboring cities.

Lin Wei, seeing Ye Yong’s reluctance to speak, did not press further. She glanced at Hua Ningyan and Xia Shiqi, then slowly said, “Do you know why alchemists only refine pills, and weapon masters only forge weapons, rarely venturing into other fields?”

Ye Yong found the question puzzling, yet he articulated his understanding: “Because a person’s time and energy are limited. To elevate a skill to its highest form, one must devote themselves entirely, pouring their heart and soul into it, striving for perfection.”

“Exactly.” Lin Wei nodded. “Though occasionally, a genius emerges who masters both alchemy and weapon forging, such a genius, in one of those skills, cannot surpass a practitioner who possesses the same talent but focuses solely on one discipline. Perhaps they may earn the titles of a fifth-grade alchemist and a fifth-grade weapon master, but the gap between a fifth-grade alchemist and a sixth-grade alchemist cannot be bridged by fifth-grade weapon forging, and vice versa.”

The difference between fifth-grade and sixth-grade pills is significant; the potency and effects vary greatly. Fifth-grade pills can drive a Transformation God to madness, yet they would not have the same effect on a Void Realm practitioner. But sixth-grade pills? They could send both Transformation Gods and Void Realm practitioners into a frenzy.

A genius who masters both fifth-grade alchemy and fifth-grade weapon forging would be highly sought after, with various factions vying for them. However, compared to individual sixth-grade alchemists and sixth-grade weapon masters, the allure of this “dual-practice” genius would undoubtedly diminish. If only this genius could focus their mind on a single ability, their achievements would only rise.

Ye Yong understood this principle, but he was puzzled as to why Lin Wei suddenly brought it up. “Mother, if you have something to say, please do.”

“You may practice sound painting, and I do not oppose it. But if you pursue literature… I will be the first to disagree.”

Ye Yong fell silent. When had he ever pursued literature? He knew nothing of the literary path, only transporting bits of Earth’s culture to show off.

“Mother knows the opportunities you’ve received are remarkable, but I still hope you won’t be seduced by vanity. Now that you know much, outsiders will praise your prowess. But in the future, even if you know more, if you lack mastery compared to others, you will only become a laughingstock. They will mock you for your foolish aspirations, trying to learn everything, only to end up with nothing.”

Ye Yong began to grasp what his mother was saying. Clearly, the earlier thunder had been noticed, leading to the misunderstanding that he had started to pursue literature.

Lin Wei’s words held wisdom. Although Ye Yong had a system that allowed him to excel in everything, it required a substantial number of reversal points. If he tried to keep up with everything without enough reversal points, he would become a jack of all trades, master of none.

When one’s cultivation is low, being an all-rounder is appealing, but as one’s cultivation rises, mastery becomes the true path.

“Rest assured, Mother, I understand my limits.” Ye Yong silently marveled at his mother’s fierce protectiveness; her first reaction was not pride in her son but immediate concern for his future.

“So, you just spoke a phrase worthy of being passed down through the ages, gaining the recognition of the Heavenly Dao?”

“Something like that.” Ye Yong wiped his nose, feeling somewhat embarrassed as a mere cultural transporter, unable to comfortably claim these words as his own.

“Share it with me for appreciation?”

“Uh…” After a moment’s hesitation, seeing the glimmer of expectation in his young mother’s eyes, Ye Yong reluctantly recited it again.

This time, his body did not glow, but the air still vibrated slightly, as if echoing his words.

Once he finished, Lin Wei stood there, completely stunned, before finally regaining her senses. “Wonderful, truly a phrase that can be passed down through the ages… Yong’er, have you ever considered pursuing literature? At first, a literary practitioner may not seem strong, but once their cultivation reaches a certain level, they can make their words manifest as law, each word and phrase transforming into a sharp blade.”

“Mother, didn’t you say I should cultivate literature, and you were the first to disagree?”

“What’s that, Mother discovered you have a high talent for literary cultivation. Besides, the Ye family has never produced a literary cultivator, everyone only knows how to wield swords and knives. In the eyes of some families, we’re like illiterates. If you become a literary saint, your reputation will be even greater than that of a sword saint or knife saint.”

In the world of cultivation, sword cultivators and knife cultivators are numerous, with hundreds of sword saints and knife saints. However, literary saints are extremely rare, with only ten in the present day.

The development of a family, imperial court, or sacred land cannot be separated from knowledge and culture. How can a group of barbarians who only know how to fight manage a family, imperial court, or sacred land for long?

Each profession has its own specialization. Even a mortal who writes good poetry can be recruited by a cultivation family to teach their juniors to read and write, or to recite poetry on certain occasions to show off their family’s literary quality.

“Mother, you just said not to be greedy for fame…”

“This isn’t being greedy for fame, but you have talent and can develop in this direction. Of course, I won’t make things difficult for you, I just think you should consider your own and the Ye family’s future.”

Indeed, as a senior, everything they say makes sense.

78 No matter where you escape to

“Mother, I don’t have any plans to cultivate literature for now, I just want to focus on music and art.” Who wouldn’t be tempted by the idea of speaking and having their words become reality? But Ye Yong looked at the prices of items related to literary cultivation in the store and saw that they were much higher, requiring at least a late-stage Void Void cultivation level to achieve. Being targeted by Peng Zhang was inevitable, and Ye Yong only wanted to conserve his reversal points for now, to ensure his safety: “Actually, music and art also belong to the realm of literature, and their cultural charm won’t be low.”

“Hmm…” Lin Wei wouldn’t force Ye Yong to follow her wishes, instead, she would always consider Ye Yong’s thoughts and follow his intentions: “Since that’s the case, then you should set a clear goal, be cautious and patient, don’t be too hasty, and don’t be greedy. Mastering one or two skills is enough.”

“I know.” With Ye Yong’s current skills, he could still do well until the Yuan Ying stage, and he really didn’t plan to learn anything else for now: “By the way, Mother, why did my poetry receive the recognition of the Heavenly Dao, and my spirit pets all received benefits and broke through their boundaries, but I didn’t receive any benefits at all?”

If the eighth spiritual vein had a big appetite and needed to eat a lot, that would be one thing, but the problem was that his internal spiritual energy didn’t increase at all. It was as if his body was emitting light just for the sake of it.

When Ye Yong read about the new emperor in the novel, the author didn’t elaborate on the relevant settings, after all, Long Tian wasn’t a transmigrator, but a native of this world, and he didn’t know anything about Earth’s literature, so he couldn’t bring it up. Therefore, this situation was unfamiliar to Ye Yong, beyond his understanding.

“No changes at all?” Lin Wei observed Ye Yong up and down, thinking for a moment: “I’m not too sure either. Logically speaking, your spirit pets should have broken through their boundaries because of your influence… Perhaps there’s a problem with the body you cultivated? By the way, you haven’t told me what kind of body you cultivated, have you?”

A few days ago, when Ye Yong called her out of seclusion, Lin Wei already “knew” that her son had received the legacy of a saint and mastered many ancient secrets, so she wouldn’t be surprised even if he had cultivated a saintly or immortal body.

“This…” If it were another senior member of the Ye family, Ye Yong would definitely be more reserved, but for his mother, the crazy protector, he didn’t need to be too cautious, because no matter what, Lin Wei would never harm him. So, he lowered his voice: “I cultivated the Primordial Chaos Divine Body, have you heard of it, Mother?”

Lin Wei had mentally prepared herself, thinking she wouldn’t be surprised, but Ye Yong always managed to catch her off guard.

Realizing her overreaction, Lin Wei quickly covered her red lips with the back of her hand, took a few deep breaths, and then calmly asked, “Mother might not have heard clearly, did you say ‘Holy Body’?”

“It’s ‘Divine Body’.”