Brother Who Determines the Fate of the Nation: My Great Emperor's Cultivation Level Exposed by

The images on the screen were still playing, but Su Ruoruo's legs could no longer support her.

She collapsed to the ground.

"elder brother……"

"You're not dead...you're really still here..."

Three years.

For three whole years, she carried everything on her own.

She thought her brother was dead.

Everyone told her that her brother was dead.

And now, the young man carrying water with his back bent in the sky, the young man wearing a coarse cloth shirt and straw sandals walking up the mountain, is exactly the same as the figure of the construction worker carrying bricks in her memory.

Su Ruoruo buried her face in her knees, her shoulders shaking violently.

Dragon Kingdom Official Livestream Room.

The server had just recovered from the crash when the screen was flooded with comments.

"Su Xuan is still alive. He's transmigrated; he's in another world!"

"Look at him, a useless laborer, the lowest of the low, suffering the most just like on Earth."

"This young man's life is so hard! Not only does he have to carry bricks, he also has to fetch water?"

"Don't even mention it, I'm a grown man and I'm crying."

"The key is that he didn't give up. Look, he's still practicing at night. Just how strong is his will?"

Fourteen billion people stared at the young man's back in the sky, unable to describe the feeling.

Distressed.

But I'm also glad.

Just live.

As long as people are alive, anything is possible.

Beautiful Country Livestream Room.

The art styles are completely different.

The barrage of comments resumed after a brief silence, and the density of taunts tripled compared to before.

"That's it? This is the number one player in your Dragon Kingdom? A person with a useless spiritual root? A menial laborer who carries water and chops wood every day?"

"I'm dying of laughter. Our Arthur is a super soldier built with $140 billion, and he's a janitor."

"The cultivation world sounds impressive, but he doesn't even have the lowest level of cultivation qualification there. How could someone like that survive the first year?"

"If he dies in the cultivation world, won't the Dragon Kingdom still collapse? This list is meaningless!"

The comments in the live stream from Japan were even more direct.

"A useless body is a useless body. Lord Hanzo is a grandmaster of swordsmanship, an S-rank. There is no comparison between the two of them."

"I reasonably suspect there's something wrong with the algorithm for this ranking. How can a menial disciple with no spiritual roots be ranked first?"

"Just wait and see. Once his video is released, the whole world will realize that this person cannot live up to the prestige of being number one on the list."

The live streamers in South Korea started making noise as well.

"The Chinese are still crying there, it's hilarious! Your brother is indeed alive, but he's a useless piece of trash!"

"Living and being useful are two different things. How can a mortal who can't even cultivate protect his sister?"

Public opinion is rapidly taking shape globally.

The images on the sky ignored the global debate.

The screen changes.

After Su Xuan finished fetching water and chopping firewood, it was already getting dark. He squatted down at the door of the woodshed, eating a bowl of poorly presented coarse rice. The rim of the bowl was chipped, and the chopsticks were bamboo strips he had whittled himself.

A burst of noise came from the main hall in the distance; it was the inner disciples having a banquet.

The aroma of the spiritual fruit and immortal wine wafted over on the wind. Su Xuan didn't even look up. He finished the last bite of rice and put the bowl down.

He went into the woodshed and pulled out a palm-sized stone from the pile of straw in the corner.

There are several shallow cracks on the surface of the stone, and a faint, almost invisible glimmer of light occasionally flashes through the cracks.

A line of explanatory text appeared on the sky.

[Scrap spirit stones are those containing less than one percent of the residual spiritual energy of normal spirit stones; they are discarded by cultivators.]

Su Xuan held the waste spirit stone in his palm and sat down cross-legged.

He closed his eyes and began to meditate.

Veins bulged on his forehead, his neck was stiff and taut, and his whole body trembled slightly. He guided the last bit of spiritual energy remaining in that discarded spirit stone into his body in the most primitive and clumsy way.

Extremely slow.

The flow of spiritual energy in the sky was so slow that the changes were barely perceptible.

A normal cultivator only needs the time it takes for an incense stick to burn to absorb the spiritual energy from a whole spirit stone. Su Xuan spent an entire night absorbing less than 30% of the remaining spiritual energy from this discarded spirit stone.

Its daybreak.

He opened his eyes, his chin was covered in sweat, and his clothes were soaked.

When he stood up, his legs went weak and he almost fell. He leaned against the wall for a few seconds to catch his breath, then bent down, picked up the carrying pole, and went out to fetch water again.

The chat in the Dragon Kingdom's live stream room remained silent for a long time.

Then someone typed out a message.

"While others sleep, he cultivates; while others cultivate, he works; while others work, he cultivates using discarded spirit stones."

"This person is truly ruthless, ruthless enough to himself."

The aerial footage continued to advance, and the speed increased.

One day, two days, ten days, one month.

The scene fast-forwards through Su Xuan's early days at the Qingyun Sect.

Every day was the same: fetching water, chopping wood, sweeping, doing chores, and cultivating with discarded spirit stones at night.

Until the forty-third day.

The playback speed has returned to normal.

In the storeroom on the back hill, four young men dressed as servants surrounded Su Xuan.

The leader was half a head taller than Su Xuan, with his shirt open and a bronze plaque hanging around his neck.

"Su Xuan, it's time to hand over today's quota of spiritual spring water."

Su Xuan put down the rag in his hand.

"The quota was already submitted last month."

The leader laughed and tilted his head to look at him.

"Last month was last month, but the rules have changed this month. If I say you have to pay, then you have to pay."

The three people behind him took a step forward.

Su Xuan didn't move. He glanced around at the positions of the four people, then slowly lowered his right hand to his side.

"I don't have any spiritual spring water."

"Then use something else as collateral. Hand over those worthless spirit stones in your woodshed."

The atmosphere changed in an instant.

Su Xuan straightened his back.

Those discarded spirit stones were things that normal cultivators wouldn't want, but they were his only cultivation resources. He picked them up piece by piece from the slag heap after finishing work each day.

"I won't pay."

The leader's smile vanished.

He reached out and grabbed Su Xuan's collar.

Su Xuan dodged to the side, grabbed the iron hammer from the shelf behind him with his right hand, and smashed it into the man's forearm.

The sound of bones breaking echoed in the storeroom.

The leader screamed and collapsed to the ground, clutching his arms and rolling around. The remaining three hesitated for a moment, then rushed forward with bloodshot eyes.

Su Xuan did not retreat.

He was a mortal with no spiritual energy or protective techniques.

But the hammer blows were precise and powerful.

Three minutes later.

All four of them collapsed to the ground. Su Xuan leaned against the wall, panting. His lip was cut, his left eye was swollen shut, and his ribs ached.

He was still clutching the hammer in his hand.

At this moment, the screen gave Su Xuan a close-up view.

His face was covered in blood and his body was full of wounds, but his two legs were rooted to the ground, and he did not retreat an inch.

The chat in the Dragon Kingdom's live stream went crazy.

"Su Xuan is really good at fighting!"

"A mere mortal trying to withstand four menial disciples—surely these disciples possess some spiritual energy, right?"

"Look closely at his striking technique; all his attacks are aimed at vital points, one blow at a time. This isn't brute force; this guy has been in fights before!"

"I learned it by carrying bricks on construction sites, believe it or not?"

The trend of bullet comments on foreign websites has also undergone subtle changes.

The mockery continued, but at a lower frequency.

Because the visuals are so intuitive.

On the sky, Su Xuan put down the iron hammer, limped back to the woodshed, rummaged through the straw pile and found the few discarded spirit stones, counting them one by one.

Not a single piece is missing.

He sat down, clenched the discarded spirit stone in his palm, closed his eyes, and continued cultivating.

Blood was still seeping from the wound on his forehead, dripping onto his knees, but he remained motionless.