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!"
nce】【Lighthearted Comedy】【Ultimate Gentleman's Novel】【Viewer Discretion Advised for Under 16】 The mightiest human hero, Sharen Morian, is resurrected after a thousand years by his wife—the Demon King. This is not your typical hero-vs-demon-king tale.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
