Starting the System, Newbie Gift Pack - Ten Thousandfold Comprehension!

On the dead, desolate mound, only the whistling wind echoed. Suddenly, a weak, confused voice broke the silence: "Where is this?" The speaker was Wang Ritain. He slowly pushed himself up from the dirt, disturbing the crows roosting in a nearby withered tree. The crows cawed a few times and flapped their wings into the gray sky, leaving Wang Ritain alone in the strange, desolate environment, his eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment.

Having just transmigrated, Wang Ritain's mind felt momentarily frozen. He stood there dumbfounded. After a long while, amidst the fading cries of the crows, he slowly came back to himself. He looked around at the barren landscape. Dry, yellow grass shivered in the wind, and the cracked earth seemed to tell tales of the land's poverty and hardship. Wang Ritain's lips trembled slightly as he whispered, "I... I really transmigrated?" His voice held a trace of disbelief, mingled with fear of the unknown.

Just then, Wang Ritain felt a piercing pain in his head. He instinctively reached up to rub it. This action seemed to trigger a switch, and a flood of memories surged into his mind. Wang Ritain felt a sharp pain in his head and crouched down, clutching his head with both hands. In this overwhelming tide of memories, he gradually understood his situation. He had transmigrated into the body of a disciple of the Qingcheng Sect with the same name as himself. The world he was in was one that revered martial arts, a world that blended various martial arts elements.

This world consisted of a single, vast continent that had never been truly unified since ancient times. Countless countries and major powers dotted the land like stars. Wang Ritain was astonished to find that many dynasties familiar from his previous life existed here: Great Sui, Great Ming, Great Song, Jin Yuan, Great Qin, and even the Liyang Dynasty, which he had only encountered in novels. In the martial arts world here, powerful cultivators hid in various places, their strength unfathomable, capable of moving mountains and seas. The original body's memories were but a drop in the ocean, a mere tip of the iceberg in the face of this vast world.

Wang Ritain struggled to digest these memories, gradually clarifying his location—North Liang Huishan. This was the stronghold of the Xuanyuan Family. The original body was the most unwelcome existence in this family. He was timid and easily frightened, often bullied and harassed by other disciples. Wang Ritain's brow furrowed, his heart filled with bitterness. He delved deeper into the original body's memories and discovered that the original body's downfall was due to merely glancing at Xuanyuan Qingfeng, whom Old Ancestor Xuanyuan favored. This insignificant act had led to a death sentence, and he was brutally beaten to death by Yuan Tingshan. It was precisely because of this that Wang Ritain had the chance to transmigrate into this body.

The original body's talent was abysmal. After years of cultivation, he remained stuck at the Early Houtian Realm. In this martial arts-revering world, such strength was no different from an ant. The fact that no one pursued Yuan Tingshan for beating the original body to death showed just how lowly his status was within the family. Wang Ritain stood up, gazing at his surroundings, his heart filled with helplessness and despair. The sun was beginning to set, painting the horizon a bloody red, as if foreshadowing the crisis he was about to face.

As Wang Ritain watched the sun slowly sink, his anxiety grew. Stranded in the desolate region of Huishan, fierce beasts would emerge once night fell. He was severely injured and exuded a strong scent of blood. With his meager martial arts skills, surviving in this wilderness seemed an impossible task. But what about returning to the Qingcheng Sect's base? A flicker of hesitation crossed Wang Ritain's eyes. The original body had offended Old Ancestor Xuanyuan. Even if he returned to the base, he would likely face endless bullying and oppression. How could his current weakened body endure it? Wang Ritain found himself in a dilemma, pacing back and forth, his brow deeply furrowed, unsure of where to go.

After much thought, Wang Ritain gritted his teeth and made a decision. He felt that rather than waiting to die in the wilderness, it was better to return to the base, where there might be a sliver of hope. Just as he turned to head in the direction of the base, a cold mechanical voice sounded in his ear: "Host detected. Bind with the Fishing in All Heavens System?" Wang Ritain was stunned at first, then a flicker of joy flashed in his eyes. Without hesitation, he shouted in his mind, "Bind, bind immediately!" As soon as he spoke, the mechanical voice sounded again: "Fishing in All Heavens System bound successfully. Host can gain reputation points through various means. Reputation points can be exchanged for anything imaginable in all heavens and myriad worlds."

Listening to the system's introduction, Wang Ritain was filled with shock. He realized that this system might be the key to changing his fate. With this system, even in this martial arts world teeming with strong individuals, he had a sliver of confidence. Wang Ritain took a deep breath, trying to calm his excited emotions. He began to carefully study the system's functions, and the more he researched, the more excited he became. He understood that this system would surely solve his problem of poor talent.

After the initial excitement, Wang Ritain saw that the system interface indicated a newcomer gift package was available for claiming. A flicker of anticipation flashed in his eyes, and he unhesitatingly clicked the claim button. "Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining Ten Thousandfold Comprehension! Obtained the martial art Seven Demonic Blades!" The system's prompt sounded in his ear, and Wang Ritain's eyes widened instantly, his face showing a look of shock. He knew very well what Ten Thousandfold Comprehension meant, and even more so, he understood the power of the Seven Demonic Blades.