Innate Sword Body?
Lin Yan's eyes lit up.
These inner sect disciple traits were all good stuff!
Lin Yan cleared his throat, put on a troubled expression, and looked at Mo Wentian in feigned contemplation.
"You are naturally fated with the sword, and have already touched the threshold of Sword Intent."
"However, your physique is too ordinary, which will ultimately limit your future achievements in the Dao of the Sword."
Hearing this, Mo Wentian's eyes dimmed.
He knew his aptitude was mediocre.
Comprehending Sword Intent was already a stroke of immense luck.
Going further on the path of the sword was almost impossible.
"Never mind."
Lin Yan sighed, looking as if his heart was bleeding.
"Since you have joined my tutelage, as your master, I naturally cannot mistreat you."
"Today, I shall expend another ten thousand years of my lifespan to forge an Innate Sword Body for you!"
"You must not, Master!"
Mo Wentian jerked his head up, his expression changing drastically, and hurriedly waved his hands to stop him.
"Being able to become your disciple is already an immense blessing! You absolutely must not expend your cultivation for this disciple again!"
"This disciple's aptitude is mediocre, but even without the Innate Sword Body, I will definitely cultivate desperately and never bring disgrace to Master!"
He was so anxious that his voice trembled.
His master had already sacrificed too much to take him in as a disciple.
And now, he wanted to expend another ten thousand years of lifespan for him!
How could he feel at ease with this?
"Say no more."
Lin Yan waved his hand, his tone leaving no room for doubt.
"As your master, I have said that your temperament deserves the best."
"Stand still and focus your mind!"
After saying that, Lin Yan reached out his right hand and hovered it over the top of Mo Wentian's head.
He silently chanted in his heart: Innate Sword Body, bestow!
Buzz—!
A clear and resonant sword cry suddenly echoed between heaven and earth.
The ordinary iron sword at Mo Wentian's waist actually unsheathed itself, floating in mid-air, trembling violently and emitting an excited hum.
Countless silver-white sword qi gathered from all directions, swirling and dancing around Mo Wentian.
The surrounding leaves were sliced into powder by the sword qi.
The bluestone ground beneath the Enlightenment Tree was actually carved with dense, fine sword marks by the invisible sword intent.
Mo Wentian only felt an ultimate sharp power surging into his body from his master's palm.
That power flowed through his meridians, spreading all over his body.
Every inch of his skin, every bone, and every meridian was being reshaped by this power.
His originally blocked meridians instantly became completely unobstructed.
His originally thin spiritual energy now carried a faint silver-white sword qi.
He could clearly feel a blood-linked connection between himself and the iron sword floating in mid-air.
It was as if that sword was a part of his body.
The trace of weak sword intent he had comprehended earlier now surged like a prairie fire, becoming condensed and profound.
He closed his eyes.
He seemed to see countless swordsmen swinging their swords.
He saw the birth of the sword, the growth of the sword, and the demise of the sword.
He saw the true essence of the Dao of the Sword.
An unknown amount of time passed.
Lin Yan withdrew his hand, panting slightly, pretending to be very exhausted.
"It is done."
"Now that you possess the Innate Sword Body, your future path of the sword will be smooth sailing."
"Remember, do not become arrogant because of your talent. You must cultivate diligently."
Mo Wentian slowly opened his eyes.
Two streaks of silver-white sword light flashed past his eyes.
He could clearly feel that his body was filled with endless power.
With a casual wave of his hand, he could draw upon the sword qi between heaven and earth.
Compared to before, it was a world of difference.
He dropped to his knees with a thud and heavily kowtowed three times.
"This disciple thanks Master for the grace of recreation!"
"For such grace and virtue, even if this disciple were ground to dust, it would be hard to repay even a fraction of it!"
"In this life, this disciple swears by the sword to protect Master and protect the Tianyan Sect!"
"If I violate this oath, may heaven and earth destroy me!"
[Ding! Detected that disciple Mo Wentian's favorability has significantly increased. Loyalty +10%]
[Ding! Detected that disciple Mo Wentian's loyalty has broken through 90%. Rewarded Sect Master Trait x1]
Two Sect Master traits now.
Lin Yan felt his acting skills were becoming increasingly exquisite.
Coupled with Law Follows the Word, he didn't even need post-production special effects.
"Alright, get up."
Lin Yan waved his hand, his tone still calm and breezy.
"Go find a place in the back mountain to properly consolidate your realm and familiarize yourself with the power of the Innate Sword Body."
"In a few days, I will teach you a sword art."
"Yes! This disciple obeys!"
Mo Wentian respectfully kowtowed once more before slowly rising.
He beckoned with his hand, and the iron sword floating in mid-air automatically fell into his grasp.
He gently stroked the cold blade, his eyes incomparably resolute.
From now on.
His sword would only be swung for his master.
Whoever dared to plot against his master, whoever dared to harm the Tianyan Sect.
He would definitely slay them with a single strike!
Watching Mo Wentian's retreating back, Lin Yan leaned back on his recliner and stretched comfortably.
"Open the system panel!"
[Strongest Sect System 2.0]
[Host: Lin Yan]
[Cultivation: 288 years]
[Sect: Tianyan Sect]
[Sect Grade: Two-Star Sect]
[Sect Territory: Ten miles radius]
[Sect Master Traits: Guarding the Mountain Gate, Law Follows the Word, Shrinking the Earth into Inches, Moving Mountains, Seeking Luck and Avoiding Calamity, Clairvoyance]
[Sect Scale: 5/5 (Inner Sect) 9/10 (Outer Sect)] (Click to view disciple information)
[Sect Points: 15680]
[System Shop: Click to view]
[Sect Buildings: Sect Core, Technique Transmission Pavilion, Enlightenment Tree, Cultivation Pavilion, Heart Questioning Pavilion]
[Current Mission: Suppress and Defend Cangwu] (Click to view specific information)
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"I'm just one outer sect disciple short of upgrading!"
Lin Yan was in a very good mood.
Since transmigrating here, at most, it had only been a little over a month.
He had gone from a lone commander to developing a Two-Star Sect with four personal disciples and nine outer sect disciples, along with nearly 300 years of cultivation.
This speed, looking at the entire army of transmigrators, was not considered slow.
"Sys, calculate for me, what realm am I equivalent to right now?"
With a thought, Lin Yan activated the Seeking Luck and Avoiding Calamity trait.
[Ding! Specific event deduction in preparation...]
[Ding! Deducting this specific event requires consuming 900 Sect Points. Proceed with deduction?]
"Yes!"
[Ding! The host's current cultivation is equivalent to Peak Foundation Establishment]
Just as I thought!
A brilliant light flashed in Lin Yan's eyes!
This perfectly matched his previous speculations!
The points required for deduction by this Seeking Luck and Avoiding Calamity trait were directly linked to the realm!
Deductions involving the Qi Condensation stage required double-digit points, those involving Foundation Establishment needed triple digits, Golden Core needed four digits, and so on.
"Sys, calculate for me again, who is the strongest combatant in the Great Qian Dynasty, and what is their realm?"
[Ding! Specific event deduction in preparation...]
[Ding! Deducting this specific event requires consuming 9,000,000 Sect Points. Proceed with deduction?]
"No!"
Lin Yan decisively refused.
Damn it, 9 million points!
Truly terrifying!
"Qi Condensation, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Soul Formation, Titled Almighty, Saint..."
Lin Yan counted on his fingers.
"In other words, the highest combat power of the Great Qian Dynasty is equivalent to the Great Perfection of the Almighty realm, a Half-step Saint?"
Lin Yan shook his head with a bitter smile.
"I definitely can't afford to provoke them!"
Although he seemed invincible right now, that was only within the territory of his sect.
Once he left the sect's domain, if he accidentally got glared to death by some supreme expert, he wouldn't even have the chance to activate his system traits.
"Play it safe and build up my strength, no reckless moves!"
"After the sect upgrades, I'll lay low for half a year or so. It won't be too late to act tough then!"
Just as he was thinking this, Lin Yan raised an eyebrow.
He activated his Clairvoyance, his gaze instantly falling upon the Heart-Questioning Pavilion at the foot of the mountain.
"Oh? Someone else has climbed to the sixtieth floor?"
Didn't that mean the system was about to upgrade?
"Zhao Feng, bring the person up!"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
