"You—"
"You shameless bastard!"
Chen Jiaojiao's delicate face flushed crimson at Wang Jianqiang's words.
"Not willing? Fine, forget it then."
Wang Jianqiang smirked dismissively and turned to head back inside.
Seeing this, Chen Jiaojiao's expression shifted. "Wait—"
Wang Jianqiang paused and glanced back. "What? Changed your mind?"
Chen Jiaojiao's face twisted through a series of emotions before she coldly replied, "One Spirit Gathering Pill isn’t enough. It has to be a Green Spirit Pill."
Wang Jianqiang scoffed. "Dream on. You think you’re made of immortal gold or something?"
"I never force anyone. If you’re not interested, you can leave."
He turned away again.
"Wait!"
Chen Jiaojiao stopped him once more.
She couldn’t let go of such an easily obtainable resource.
Though the Spirit Gathering Pill’s effects were mediocre, it was only three seconds of effort.
Three seconds for a Spirit Gathering Pill?
An absolute steal.
What could she do? Her ambition was too strong.
Once resolved, she strode past Wang Jianqiang with determination, heading straight for the room.
As she brushed past him, her lips barely moved, whispering words so faint only he could hear:
"Pathetic and addicted. Hope you don’t drop dead from exhaustion."
Wang Jianqiang stiffened. By the time he processed the insult, Chen Jiaojiao had already entered the room.
"Defying the heavens, are we? Today, I’ll show you what I’m made of."
His face darkened as he focused inward, summoning his system’s attribute panel to the "Cultivation Techniques" subpage.
Only two lines were displayed:
"Derivation Spirit Art (Novice)"
"Blazing Sun Lock Essence Scripture (Uninitiated)"
The Derivation Spirit Art was a low-tier Qi refining method.
Though the Joy Union Sect possessed many advanced techniques, they all demanded high innate talent. Wang Jianqiang, with his trash-tier Five-Spirit Roots, couldn’t cultivate them.
The Derivation Spirit Art, while basic, was universally adaptable—even Five-Spirit Roots could practice it.
The Blazing Sun Lock Essence Scripture, however, was unique to the Joy Union Sect, mandatory for all disciples upon entry.
The catch? It required dual cultivation with a partner.
And with his garbage roots, who’d willingly become his Dao Companion?
Thus, he’d never practiced it, let alone mastered it.
But now, with his awakened system, he could test the power of cultivation points on this very technique.
Focusing on the Blazing Sun Lock Essence Scripture, he willed 20 cultivation points into it.
Normally, even prodigies could only practice this scripture for two or three hours a day at most.
A decade of grueling cultivation might not even amount to a full year’s worth of actual training time.
But Wang Jianqiang’s 20 points equated to 20 years of relentless, day-and-night cultivation—
Rivaling 200 years of an ordinary cultivator’s toil!
In an instant, he felt stronger, his vision sharpening as if the world had brightened.
Simultaneously, the attribute panel flashed.
The "Uninitiated" beside Blazing Sun Lock Essence Scripture transformed into "Transcendent Pinnacle."
Wang Jianqiang froze, then erupted with joy.
It was common knowledge that cultivation techniques and spells progressed through six stages:
Novice, Proficient, Advanced, Minor Mastery, Major Mastery, and Perfection.
"Transcendent Pinnacle" was the realm beyond Perfection—
A state surpassing even the creator’s original design.
The power of cultivation points was terrifying. Just 20 points had catapulted the Blazing Sun Lock Essence Scripture to an unprecedented level!
Rumors said the perfected version boosted endurance fivefold. What wonders would Transcendent Pinnacle bring?
"Well? Are you coming or not? If you can’t perform, don’t waste my time."
Chen Jiaojiao’s impatient voice snapped him back to reality.
"Defying the heavens indeed!"
Wang Jianqiang sneered, withdrawing his consciousness with newfound confidence as he marched into the room.
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Half an hour later, the door opened.
Chen Jiaojiao stepped out, stunned by Wang Jianqiang’s transformation.
How could someone improve so drastically in such a short time?
Going from three seconds to thirty might not be impressive, but—
From a feeble amateur to a master of explosive prowess?
That was outrageous.
"The pill."
She extended a fair hand, her expression complicated.
"Your performance just now covers one Spirit Gathering Pill."
Wang Jianqiang retrieved a jade vial from his storage pouch and handed it over, winking.
"Uncle’s very satisfied. If you ever need more pills, come find me again."
Chen Jiaojiao’s face reddened as she pocketed the vial.
Neither agreeing nor refusing.
Her silence spoke volumes—it was practically consent.
"Karma Value +30."
The system’s chime echoed in Wang Jianqiang’s mind.
Not only was she not angry, but she’d also boosted his Karma Value?
He blinked in bewilderment.
Did she… actually submit?
Chen Jiaojiao left shortly after. Once she was gone, Wang Jianqiang returned to studying his system.
With 20 cultivation points spent, only 30 remained.
Having witnessed their power, he grew desperate to acquire more.
He sat cross-legged and began cultivating.
An hour later, his eyes snapped open in confusion.
Wasn’t it supposed to grant 1 cultivation point per minute of hard training?
He’d meditated for a full hour—why hadn’t he gotten a single point?
Had he misunderstood?
After much pondering, he gave up and shelved the issue.
Regardless, he needed to boost his strength first.
Opening the "Auxiliary Skills" subpage, he found two sparse lines:
"Alchemy: Low-Rank Tier 1 Alchemist"
"Artifact Crafting: Unranked"
He allocated 10 attribute points to Alchemy.
Instantly, vast alchemical knowledge flooded his mind, etched into his consciousness with perfect clarity.
His Alchemy rank upgraded to Mid-Rank Tier 1.
His plan was simple: since his talent was trash, he’d rely on pills.
With higher alchemy skills, he could earn spirit stones faster and refine Mid-Rank Tier 1 pills for cultivation—
Doubling his progress.
Still unsure about earning more cultivation points, he hesitated to spend his remaining 20.
Leaving his quarters, he headed for the External Affairs Hall.
Inside, he approached a counter where a woman sat.
Her jet-black hair was tied simply behind her, her beauty ethereal—like a painting come to life.
Her proportions were exaggerated where they should be, slender where they needed to be.
One word summed her up: voluptuous majesty.
He averted his gaze quickly and bowed.
"Outer Sect Disciple Wang Jianqiang, paying respects to Elder Dong."
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