He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

The baby lay at the bottom of the boat, eyes open, gazing at the sky above the ship's side where dark clouds surged and lightning flashed, surrounded by a cacophony of shouts.

His lips twitched.

I should have known better than to skimp on that commoner card.

However, after hearing the voice from the Paradise of Reincarnation.

The gloom in my heart vanished instantly.

There was even a hint of excitement.

……

Miao region, deep in the mountains of the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

A jet-black Gu worm was placed on the offering table in front of the shrine, surrounded by a group of Miao people kneeling and chanting incantations.

The village shaman, with colorful patterns painted on his face and holding a bone bell, jumped and shook it around the Gu worm.

The clear sound of the bells mingled with the surrounding chanting, creating an eerie yet solemn atmosphere.

The worms lay quietly on the offering table.

But no one knew that at that moment, the Gu worm was roaring wildly in its mind—

"My God, Paradise!"

"I rarely choose not to buy the 'commoner' card, and this is the treatment I get?!"

However, after hearing the sounds of the amusement park.

It slightly twisted its body, looked at the group of people who were worshipping it, and its eyes shone with a bright blood-red light.

……

Time surges forward at an almost cruel pace.

For a baby, it is undoubtedly fast.

When Yun Yi opened his eyes, the sky outside the window was just beginning to lighten.

He had been awake for a while, but he didn't move.

The body is in a stage of frantically absorbing nutrients and growing rapidly. With each passing night, the bones become denser and the muscle fibers thicken silently.

This change is invisible to the naked eye, but when it accumulates to a certain point, it becomes a force powerful enough to change everything.

He lay in bed, his gaze fixed on the brocade pattern on the canopy ceiling, his mind quietly replaying what he had read the day before.

"An Introduction to Meridians", Volume 1, page 17, The Course and Branches of the Lung Meridian of Hand-Taiyin.

Word for word.

Deep within the sea of ​​consciousness, the [Innate Seed of Enlightenment] trembled slightly.

That feeling was very subtle.

Like a seed buried deep in the most fertile soil, it is slowly but irresistibly taking root.

The roots probe into the darkness, draw nutrients, and then give back to the entire seedling—not pain, not comfort, but something more essential.

Transparent.

It was as if a thin membrane that had separated consciousness from truth had been punctured, and what used to require strenuous climbing to reach suddenly became natural, as natural as breathing.

He had experienced this feeling many times before.

He began to recognize characters when he was one year old.

Yun Wantong hired three tutors for him, who taught him elementary education, mathematics, and calligraphy respectively.

According to this wealthy merchant, the Yun family's son did not need to take the imperial examinations, but he absolutely could not be an illiterate good-for-nothing.

In merchant families, accounting is the most important thing, literacy is the second most important thing, and as for classical texts, being able to recite a few is more than enough to get by.

As a result, Yunyi was able to recite the Three Character Classic backwards fluently the day after he finished learning it on the first day.

On the third day, he began to correct the teacher's pronunciation.

The old scholar, who had taught elementary education for thirty years, was frozen in place as if by magic when a one-year-old child pointed out that the pronunciation of the character "人" (ren, meaning person) in "人之初" (ren zhi chu, meaning the beginning of life) was not smooth enough.

He incredulously pulled out the Guangyun dictionary, compared it for a long time, his withered fingers trembling slightly.

What the child said was actually true.

When the news reached Yun Wantong, the chubby, middle-aged businessman was checking this year's salt permits in his accounting room.

He stood there stunned for a full three breaths, then shoved the abacus aside and strode towards the backyard.

Where is my son?

Yunyi was flipping through a book in the study.

The one-year-old child, whose body was not even as tall as the table, moved a small stool, stood on it, and leaned on the table to flip through a book of "Shuowen Jiezi" (a dictionary of Chinese characters).

Turning the pages is slow because my fingers aren't strong enough; I have to use the strength of my whole hand to turn each page.

But he read very carefully, his eyes scanning every word, absorbing them into his mind like a sponge soaking up water.

Yun Wantong stood at the door, looking at his son's small figure, and his eyes suddenly reddened.

His proudest achievement in life was building his fortune from scratch into becoming one of the wealthiest merchants in the Great Wu Dynasty.

The most regrettable thing is that I haven't read many books, and when dealing with those aristocratic families, I always feel inferior.

His son, now one year old, is looking through the "Shuowen Jiezi" (a dictionary of Chinese characters).

"go."

Yun Wantong lowered his voice and said to the steward beside him, "Buy back all the best books in the city for me."

"I want all kinds of books, including classics, history, philosophy, literature, astronomy, geography, medicine, divination, and astrology."

"Master, the young master is only one year old..."

"My son could read the Shuowen Jiezi (a classical Chinese dictionary) when he was one year old, can you do that?"

The manager shut up.

From that day on, the study in the Yun family mansion was filled at an almost frantic pace.

Yunwantong is really willing to spend money.

Although martial arts were prevalent in the Great Wu Dynasty, books were still precious items, and ordinary families could not accumulate more than a few in their entire lives.

Yun Wantong didn't care about any of that. As long as it was a catalog sent by a bookseller, he would just take a pen and scan it, and there would be dozens of books.

We welcome all kinds of rare, unique, handwritten, and rubbing copies.

Within a month, three bookshelves became ten.

Within six months, the number increased to thirty.

When Yun Yi was two years old, the Yun family specially set aside a courtyard to store books.

Yun Wantong personally inscribed the plaque – "Zangshuyuan" (藏书院).

The three characters were written crookedly, with uneven strokes, but when he hung them up, he stood up straight, as if he were hanging a golden plaque bestowed by the emperor.

Yun Yi looked at the plaque, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Then he looked away and turned to the next book.

He reads faster and faster.

At first, it was one book a day, then three books a day, and later ten books a day.

I didn't just skim through it; I truly read every single word.

I've remembered it, I understand it, and I've mastered it.

Those words flowed into his mind, where they were entangled, dismantled, and reassembled by the roots of the "Seed of Innate Enlightenment," becoming part of his cognitive system, like bricks and stones building an ever-growing tower.

The growth of seeds is visible to the naked eye.

With each book you finish reading, and each new skill you acquire, your knowledge grows a little.

As it grows from the size of a grain of rice to the size of a soybean, the surface patterns become increasingly intricate, and the halo becomes increasingly bright.

By the time Yunyi was two and a half years old, the seed had grown into a small seedling with two tender leaves unfurling and faint golden light flowing between the veins.

Two leaves represent two realms.

The first leaf represents "literacy".

After he finished reading, understanding, and mastering all the classics such as "Shuowen Jiezi," "Erya," "Fangyan," and "Shiming," the seed broke through the soil and sprouted its first leaf.

From then on, when he looked at any text, he no longer had the question of "whether he recognized it or not," but only the distinction of "whether he had seen it before."

The second leaf is "the principle".

After he had read through most of the classics, histories, philosophical works, and collected writings in his study, and after sorting out, comparing, and digesting the doctrines of various schools of thought, the second leaf sprouted.

From then on, he was able to see the essence of everything.

Those seemingly complex phenomena are automatically broken down into the simplest cause-and-effect relationships in his eyes, like untangling a tangled mess into a straight line.

At two and a half years old, he was knowledgeable in a wide range of subjects.

When the news got out, nobody believed it.

At first, the literary circles in Luozhou City treated this incident as a joke.

"That nouveau riche Yun Wantong will stop at nothing to promote his son."

"A two-year-old who knows everything? Is his son a monster?"

"I think it's because Yun Wantong himself can't even recite the Three Character Classic completely that he thinks his son is a prodigy just because he can turn a couple of pages."

Yun Wantong heard these words.

He wasn't angry; he just smiled.

Three days later, the literati of Luozhou City suddenly received an invitation.

Yunfu invited renowned scholars and literati from the city to gather at the Yunfu Library three days later to critique the articles.

The invitation was written in a polite manner:

"My son has made some progress and has copied down a few articles. I would appreciate your corrections."

The signature is Yun Wantong.

Three days later, more than thirty people arrived at the Yun family's library.

There was the headmaster of Luozhou Academy, a retired scholar who had returned to his hometown, and a famous scholar whose poetry and prose made him renowned in the region.

These people came partly out of curiosity and partly out of a desire to see a spectacle.