Nine-Leaf Sword Grass

"Congratulations on obtaining a (Small) Red Packet!"

"..."

"You have accumulated 100 Red Packets. They can be synthesized into one (Large) Red Packet. Do you wish to synthesize?"

"..."

On a patch of grassland, a small blade of grass was radiating with vibrant vitality, its slender leaves absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth from its surroundings.

Upon hearing the system's notification sound, Qin Mu naturally issued the command to synthesize.

"System, synthesize it for me."

"Synthesis requires ten minutes. Please wait!"

Watching the Red Packets slowly merging in the void, Qin Mu could not help but fall into reflection.

Before he knew it, he had already been in this unknown world for one hundred thousand years.

One hundred thousand years ago, he had just finished work and was preparing to head home, but as he crossed the street, he was accidentally struck by a speeding truck that had run a red light.

When he woke up, he discovered he had transmigrated, and furthermore, he had become a blade of grass.

At the same time, he possessed a golden finger: he could sign in once every thousand years to receive a Red Packet.

The Red Packets were divided into grades: Small, Medium, Large, and Extra Large.

In the beginning, he had opened several Small Red Packets, but they all contained useless items, so he began accumulating them, hoping to see if synthesizing a Large Red Packet would allow him to obtain something worthwhile.

At the very least, he wanted a cultivation technique that would allow him to leave this place; he did not want to stay here for his entire life.

Just as Qin Mu was waiting for the Red Packet to synthesize, a young man carrying a long sword on his back suddenly appeared beside him.

This young man had first appeared fifty thousand years ago. After arriving, the youth did nothing; instead, he appeared once every ten thousand years, as if he were waiting for some treasure to manifest.

However, every time this youth appeared, a strange aura would emanate from him and envelop Qin Mu, making him feel very comfortable.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations on obtaining a (Large) Red Packet. Do you wish to open it?"

"Open!"

Qin Mu felt a sense of anticipation, wondering what kind of item he would receive.

"Congratulations on obtaining one of the Ten Perfect Fiends: Nine-Leaf Sword Grass."

"Do you wish to fuse?"

"..."

Hearing the treasure revealed by the Red Packet, Qin Mu was naturally shocked; it was actually a representative of the Ten Perfect Fiends from Perfect World.

The Ten Perfect Fiends of Perfect World were renowned for their illustrious fame.

"Fuse!"

"You must fuse it for me!"

"..."

"World grade detected as powerful. Nine-Leaf Sword Grass is evolving into Innate Nine-Leaf Sword Grass."

"..."

During the fusion process, the system issued notifications, but Qin Mu could not control anything at this moment; he was already in the state of fusion.

"Eh!"

"Is this little fellow about to take human form?"

At the same time, as Qin Mu fused with the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass, the youth sitting beside him looked toward him and let out a sound.

He had noticed this blade of grass, Qin Mu, the moment he arrived at this location, and every time he returned, he would use his own aura to nourish this living creature.

The next moment, a blade of grass reappeared in the world, but the only difference was that its leaves were shaped like swords, totaling thirty-six in number.

Each sword leaf radiated a monstrous sword intent.

Feeling the release of this sword intent, the long sword on the youth's back began to stir restlessly, clearly eager to compete with this sword aura.

Boom!

A bolt of thunder fell from thin air.

It struck the blade of grass fiercely.

Following the lightning strike, the blade of grass transformed into a human figure.

"I never expected that I would actually arrive in the Great Desolation World."

The one who had transformed into human form was none other than Qin Mu, and the moment his transformation succeeded, a stream of information appeared in his mind.

This world was known as the Great Desolation.

The Great Desolation!

For a transmigrator like him, it was a name he could not be more familiar with.

As a transmigrator, he loved reading web novels, especially those of the Great Desolation genre, often dreaming of what it would be like if he could transmigrate into one himself.

He never imagined that fate would truly grant him such an opportunity.

He had indeed transmigrated into the Great Desolation, and his foundation was quite impressive; he was an Innate Nine-Leaf Sword Grass, evolved from one of the Ten Perfect Fiends.

Innate Nine-Leaf Sword Grass!

An Innate Divine Foundation.

His cultivation was also at the early stage of the Golden Immortal realm.

The cultivation levels in the Great Desolation World are divided into:

Earth Immortal, Heavenly Immortal, True Immortal, Mystic Immortal, Golden Immortal, Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, Great Luo Golden Immortal, Quasi-Saint (Primordial Golden Immortal), and Zenith Heaven Primordial Golden Immortal.

Those with an Innate Divine Foundation usually transform at the Mystic Immortal level, with only the top-tier ones reaching the Golden Immortal level.

Qin Mu naturally belonged to that top-tier category.

Composing his mindset, Qin Mu looked at the young man with a long sword strapped to his back not far away, but one glance nearly made him wet himself in fear.

"My god, it's actually a Quasi-Saint Great Expert."

"..."

Although he did not know which era of the Great Desolation this was, a Quasi-Saint was a top-tier existence in any era.

Thinking of this, Qin Mu approached the young man and bowed respectfully, saying, "Junior Qin Mu greets Senior."

The young man looked at Qin Mu standing before him and replied, "I am of Pangu's Orthodox Lineage, one of the Three Pure Ones of Kunlun Mountain, Daoist Tongtian."

"What?"

"Daoist Tongtian!"

"..."

Upon hearing this name, Qin Mu was stunned on the spot; the person he had encountered was none other than the future Sect Master Tongtian, leader of the Sect of Interception.

Judging by the situation, Tongtian had not yet become a Saint, which meant the Great Desolation must currently be in the era of the rise of the Witch-Demon clans.

At the same time, his eyes lit up; this was a massive thigh to cling to.

Although he had a system, there was no guarantee he wouldn't face crises, and if he could secure the backing of this Saint, he wouldn't need to worry about his safety while traveling the Great Desolation in the future.

After all, this Sect Master Tongtian was known for being fiercely protective of his own.

Furthermore, Qin Mu held a great fondness for Tongtian, who had once gone so far as to confront several other Saints to protect his disciples—such was his protective nature.

With this in mind, Qin Mu knelt directly on the ground, "Junior had heard of the reputation of the Three Pure Ones even before I had transformed; I hope Senior will accept this humble one as a disciple."

Tongtian was also taken aback by Qin Mu's sudden maneuver.

How had they only exchanged a single sentence before this fellow was already kneeling and begging to be his disciple?

It caught him completely off guard.

Should he accept or not?

After a moment of contemplation, Tongtian looked at Qin Mu kneeling before him and said in a deep voice, "You and I share a bond of fate; very well, today I shall accept you as my disciple."

Qin Mu was naturally overjoyed, then stood up and asked with a grin, "I wonder, Master, which number am I among your disciples?"

"The first!"

Tongtian replied.

Hearing this answer, Qin Mu was surprised; he hadn't expected to be the very first, which meant the Three Pure Ones had not yet opened their sect gates on Kunlun Mountain to take in disciples.

Just at this moment, A ray of auspicious light appeared not far from them.

Seeing the appearance of this light, Tongtian was naturally pleased; the reason he had appeared here in the first place was because he sensed the birth of an innate treasure in this location.

As for meeting Qin Mu, that was entirely an accident.