He had already made up his mind. Coming to the cultivation world this time, he couldn't just hastily complete his mission and return immediately. He needed to learn more about the affairs of the cultivation world. What if their sect grew bigger and stronger in the future and wanted to expand here?
Wait, the system task asked him to befriend cultivators or families here. Wasn't that actually hinting that he would have to expand here later?
Otherwise, the system wouldn't issue such a task for no reason.
In Seven Star Street, no one paid attention to this twelve-year-old boy. After all, in Yuanling City, there were quite a few descendants of noble clans wandering around without any cultivation base.
Because of the system's shielding function and the peach leaf pendant he carried with him, to outsiders, he appeared to be nothing more than an ordinary twelve-year-old mortal boy.
After asking around, Lin Xiao couldn't help but click his tongue in secret astonishment.
Were there really this many mystic realms near Yuanling City? Just from taking a quick stroll, he had heard the names of no less than five entirely different mystic realms set to open within the next month at most.
Lin Xiao was just about to mention this to Liao Pantu when Liao Pantu preempted him with a telepathic message:
"Lin Xiao! Did you hear that! The Ice Field Mystic Realm!"
Seeing him suddenly so excited, Lin Xiao carefully filtered through the noisy chatter around him and sure enough, he caught the news that "the Ice Field Mystic Realm will open in five days."
"I heard it. What's wrong with this mystic realm?"
"My soul fragment! A Foundation Establishment mystic realm! It's this one!"
"Oh!" Hearing this sudden news, Lin Xiao was very surprised. He had thought Senior Liao's journey to recover his soul fragments would be long and distant, but he didn't expect progress so soon.
As for how Senior Liao knew the name of this mystic realm...
Lin Xiao could guess with his toes. It must be because over the past few decades, the cultivators who entered the mystic realm would always mention its name.
Thinking of this, Lin Xiao said:
"Senior, why don't you just tell me all the names of the mystic realms where your soul fragments are trapped?"
If Liao Pantu were standing in front of Lin Xiao right now, Lin Xiao would definitely see him roll his eyes:
"Do you think I don't want to? Although they are all my soul fragments, due to the barriers of the mystic realms and the distance, plus the fact that I haven't fused my souls for decades, many of the memories I acquired after my soul was split are very blurry when shared among the fragments. I just happened to overhear the name of the Ice Field Mystic Realm, and the memory suddenly became clear."
Lin Xiao expressed his understanding.
This meant Liao Pantu still needed to hear the name of the mystic realm trapping him to remember that he was locked inside it.
It seemed that the journey to find Senior Liao's soul fragments would still be a long one.
He suddenly thought of something and asked Senior Liao:
"Then can I just collect a bunch of mystic realm names and read them to you one by one to see if they ring a bell?"
Hearing this, Liao Pantu paused for a moment and then gave him a rare compliment:
"That's actually a pretty good idea."
Lin Xiao then thought of another thing:
"By the way, Senior, were you... split into soul fragments near Yuanling City back then?"
Recalling that tragic memory, Liao Pantu fell silent for a moment before speaking up:
"Pretty much. It wasn't too far from here."
Seeing that he was unwilling to talk more about it, Lin Xiao didn't press for details and simply said:
"Then is the Green Field Mystic Realm also near Yuanling City? Do you know, Senior?"
"I wasn't in the Southern Spirit Domain during my Qi Condensation stage, so I'm not familiar with this kind of Qi Condensation mystic realm. However, I do recognize the two sects that enter it every year, the Heavenly Profound Sect and the Earthly Fiend Sect. Just like I told you before, they rank in the top five among the eighteen sects of the Southern Spirit Domain, and they aren't too far from Yuanling City. Are you saying..."
Lin Xiao nodded and said:
"Exactly. I'm guessing that the mystic realms trapping your soul fragments should all be in the Southern Spirit Domain, perhaps even all near Yuanling City."
The reason he hadn't thought of this before was entirely because he had no idea that things like mystic realms were so... common in the cultivation world.
He had thought he would have to search the entire world.
He never expected the scope to narrow down so drastically all at once.
However, Liao Pantu snorted softly and said:
"Kid, I knew that long ago. I just deliberately didn't tell you to test if you truly had the heart to help me find them. It seems you're doing alright... Hurry up and go find out the location of the entrance to the Ice Field Mystic Realm."
"Copy that, I guarantee to complete the mission!"
Saying so, Lin Xiao mingled back into the crowd to gather information about the Ice Field Mystic Realm.
Just as he had collected the specific location, the opening time, and various related details of the Ice Field Mystic Realm, he heard a shout from the entrance of Seven Star Street:
"The Yuan family's heir is here!"
"To think that the new heir of the Yuan family is such an ethereal fairy!"
A female cultivator nearby sneered at the man:
"Why make such a fuss over a woman being the heir? Eight out of the ten great families in the neighboring Great Lake City have female heads."
"Listen to you. Since ancient times, when have there ever been more female cultivators than male ones? It's normal for men to be family heads. When a woman leads, the family easily suffers from an excess of yin and a depletion of yang, which goes against the harmony of heaven."
"Bullshit! Does an excess of yang and a depletion of yin not go against the harmony of heaven?!"
...
At the entrance of Seven Star Street, a woman with a transcendent and beautiful face slowly flew in on a white peacock. She looked to be in her twenties, yet her cultivation had already reached the early Foundation Establishment stage. She seemed completely oblivious to the various discussions about her in the street below, her expression completely leisurely.
Looking from afar, Lin Xiao felt that the woman's face looked slightly familiar, but for a moment, he couldn't recall why. Besides, he was sure he had never met this person before.
At this time, someone near Lin Xiao was also praising:
"There's a reason she could secure the position of the Yuan family's heir as a woman. I heard that Yuan Zhiyun is only thirty-five years old this year, yet she is already a Foundation Establishment cultivator. Her outstanding talent truly makes me envious!"
In Lin Xiao's arms, Liao Pantu also spoke up at the right moment:
"To think that the conservative Yuan family would actually allow a woman to be the heir. Rare, truly rare. It seems this woman has quite some means."
Hearing this, Lin Xiao asked curiously:
"Is this Yuan family very famous?"
"The Yuan family is the most powerful family in Yuanling City, and they have some connections with the Heavenly Profound Sect. Every ten years, they can directly secure a few disciple quotas from the Heavenly Profound Sect.
"If you want to befriend some families, the Yuan family is a good choice, but also a dangerous one. After all, their power dynamics are complex. If you aren't careful, you might be swallowed whole by them," Liao Pantu explained patiently.
Lin Xiao had previously mentioned his goal of building connections in the cultivation world on this trip to Liao Pantu, which was why he brought it up now.
Lin Xiao thought about it and said:
"I don't really want to get involved with such large families either. It's too troublesome. I think it's better to start with smaller families."

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

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?!

't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.