Fifteen-year-old Gu Nian stepped up to the wooden table in his yellow bunny apron and accepted the warm Frost-Pine cedar pen from his father’s hand with a bright, earnest grin.
Right beside him, seventeen-year-old Ye Xiao pushed up his silver spectacles. Laid his [Rank 10 Homework-First Golden Bamboo Ruler] neatly along the left margin of Page Two of the [Supreme Book of Family-Protected Fate & Cosmic Cookbook]. Ensure that every line of their decree was aligned to within a ten-thousandth of an inch.
“In the Chief Author’s old universe,” Gu Nian said, his warm voice carrying clearly across all three thousand worlds through the live broadcast mirrors.
“people were told that the only way to cultivate fast was to fight over scarce spirit herbs, rob ancient tombs. Lock themselves in cold stone caves for hundreds of years without ever coming home to see their parents.”
“Which was both morally bankrupt and economically inefficient,” Ye Xiao added crisply, tapping the golden silk page with his ruler.
“When cultivation rewards violence and isolation, society collapses into a negative-sum war. Therefore, under Father’s Living Hearth-Universe, spiritual advancement shall be directly indexed to constructive contributions, academic diligence, and family harmony!”
Exchanging a brotherly nod, Gu Nian wrote the main body of the second cosmic law in bold, golden-amber strokes, while Ye Xiao drafted the three precision sub-clauses right beneath it:
