Nine-Leaf Sword Grass

"Congratulations, you received a (Small) Red Packet!"

"..."

"Collect 100 Red Packets to combine them into one (Large) Red Packet. Combine them?"

"..."

On a patch of grass, a small plant brimmed with life, its slender leaves absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth around it.

But when he heard the system's prompt, Qin Mu naturally ordered it to combine them.

"System, combine them for me."

"Combining will take ten minutes. Please wait!"

Watching the Red Packets slowly merge in midair, Qin Mu couldn't help thinking back on the past.

Before he knew it,

he had already been in this unknown world for a hundred thousand years.

A hundred thousand years ago, he had just gotten off work and was about to head home. But as he crossed the road, a truck that ran a red light struck him.

When he woke up, he discovered that he had transmigrated—and had become a small plant.

At the same time, he had gained a cheat: every thousand years, he could check in and claim a Red Packet.

The Red Packets came in different grades: Small, Medium, Large, and Extra Large.

At first, the Small Red Packets he opened contained useless things, so he had been saving them up, hoping to combine them into a Large Red Packet and see if it might contain something worthwhile.

At the very least, he hoped it would contain a cultivation technique that could let him leave this place. He didn't want to spend his whole life stuck here.

As Qin Mu waited for the Red Packets to combine, a young man with a long sword strapped to his back suddenly appeared beside him.

The young man had first appeared here five thousand years ago. Since then, he had done nothing in particular, only showing up once every ten thousand years, as if waiting for some treasure to emerge.

But whenever he appeared, an unusual aura emanated from him and enveloped Qin Mu, making him feel very comfortable.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations, you received a (Large) Red Packet. Open it?"

"Open it!"

Qin Mu grew expectant. He wondered what he might get.

"Congratulations, you received one of the Ten Perfect Fiends: the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass."

"Fuse it?"

"..."

Hearing what the Red Packet contained, Qin Mu was naturally shocked. It was one of the Ten Perfect Fiends from Perfect World!

The Ten Perfect Fiends from Perfect World were renowned throughout the land.

"Fuse it!"

"You have to fuse it!"

"..."

"Detected that the world is of a higher grade. The Nine-Leaf Sword Grass has evolved into the Innate Nine-Leaf Sword Grass."

"..."

During the fusion,

the system issued a prompt, but Qin Mu couldn't influence anything at that moment. He was already in the middle of fusing with it.

"Hmm!"

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

At the same time,

as Qin Mu fused with the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass, the young man sitting beside him looked over and spoke.

He had noticed Qin Mu, the little plant, as soon as he arrived here. Each time he returned, he had nourished the creature with his own aura.

The next moment,

a small plant appeared anew in the world. The only difference was that its leaves were shaped like swords, and it had thirty-six of them.

Every Sword Leaf radiated an overwhelming sword aura.

As the aura spread, the long sword on the young man's back began to stir, clearly eager to test itself against it.

Boom!

A bolt of lightning fell from the sky.

It struck the plant with tremendous force.

After the lightning strike, the plant transformed into a human figure.

"I can't believe I actually ended up in the Great Desolation World."

The person who had taken human form was naturally Qin Mu. The instant he succeeded, a piece of information appeared in his mind.

This world was called the Great Desolation World.

The Great Desolation!

As a transmigrator, he was more than familiar with it.

He had always loved reading web novels, especially ones about the Primordial Wilderness, and had often dreamed of transmigrating into one.

Who would have thought fate would really give him the chance?

He really had transmigrated into the Great Desolation, and his foundation was excellent. He had evolved from one of the Ten Perfect Fiends, the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass, into the Innate Nine-Leaf Sword Grass.

Innate Nine-Leaf Sword Grass!

An Innate Divine Foundation.

His cultivation was at the early Golden Immortal stage.

Cultivation in the Great Desolation World was divided into:

Earth Immortal, Heavenly Immortal, True Immortal, Mystic Immortal, Golden Immortal, Taiyi Golden Immortal, Great Principle Golden Immortal, Quasi-Saint (Primordial Chaos Golden Immortal), and Primordial Grand Unity Golden Immortal.

Those with an Innate Divine Foundation generally reached the Mystic Immortal stage when they took human form. Only the very best reached the Golden Immortal stage.

Qin Mu naturally belonged to that top tier.

After collecting his thoughts, Qin Mu looked at the young man with the long sword on his back. What he saw nearly scared the life out of him.

"My God, he's a Quasi-Saint!"

"..."

Although he didn't know what era of the Great Desolation he was in, a Quasi-Saint was a top-tier existence in any era.

Thinking this, Qin Mu went over to the young man and bowed respectfully. "This junior, Qin Mu, pays his respects to Senior."

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

"What?"

"Daoist Tongtian!"

"..."

Hearing that name, Qin Mu froze on the spot. The person he'd met was none other than the future leader of the Interception Sect, Sect Master Tongtian.

Going by the circumstances, Tongtian hadn't become a Saint yet, which meant the Great Desolation was probably in the era when the Witch-Demon factions were rising.

At once, Qin Mu's eyes lit up. This was a powerful ally!

Even with his system, danger could still find him. If he could get on this future Saint's good side, he wouldn't have to worry about his safety when roaming the Great Desolation in the future.

After all, Sect Master Tongtian was famously protective of his disciples.

Qin Mu also liked Tongtian a lot. He had gone up against several Saints for the sake of his disciples—that was what you called standing up for your own.

With that in mind, Qin Mu dropped to his knees. "This junior heard of the Three Pure Ones even before taking human form. I beg Senior to accept me as your disciple."

Tongtian was stunned by Qin Mu's move.

They'd only exchanged a single sentence, and the fellow was already kneeling and asking to become his disciple.

He hadn't seen that coming at all.

Should he accept him or not?

After a moment's thought, Tongtian looked at Qin Mu kneeling before him and said gravely, "You and I are fated to meet. Very well, I will accept you as my disciple today."

Qin Mu was delighted. He stood up and asked with a grin, "Master, which disciple will I be in your sect?"

"The first."

Tongtian replied.

Hearing this, Qin Mu hadn't expected to be the first. It seemed the Three Pure Ones hadn't yet opened their mountain gate on Kunlun Mountain to accept disciples.

Just then,

a glow appeared not far from them.

Tongtian was naturally delighted to see it. He had come here because he sensed that an Innate Treasure was about to emerge in this place.

Meeting Qin Mu had been purely accidental.