Though I Have No Spiritual Root, I Can Still Add Points!

A tidal wave of elation crashed through Han Feng's heart, nearly drowning his reason in ecstasy.

A Golden Finger!

This was the ultimate cheat every transmigrator dreamed of!

With it, he finally had the capital to stand firm in this Cultivation World, where lives were snuffed out over treasures and mortals were nothing but ants.

He forced down his pounding heart and greedily studied the translucent panel only he could see.

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[Host: Han Feng]
[Level: None]
[Age: 10]
[Spiritual Root: None]
[Cultivation Technique: Li Huo Gong (Not Yet Started)]
[Attribute Points: 1.5]

His gaze locked onto the "Spiritual Root" line.

This body of his had no Spiritual Root.

In this world, to cultivate immortality, one must have a Spiritual Root. Though Body Cultivators existed, their techniques were mostly found only in the Spirit Realm...

So the Spiritual Root was more important than anything!

His eyes slowly shifted to the faintly glowing red "+" sign behind [Spiritual Root].

As a veteran web novel fan in his past life, he instantly understood how this thing worked.

It was simple: consume Attribute Points to add points and upgrade his Cultivation Technique or Spiritual Root!

This ability was heaven-defying!

But right now, the red "+" signs behind the Spiritual Root and Cultivation Technique looked dim, as if hinting at something.

Not enough Attribute Points?

1.5 points—it seemed insufficient for even a single upgrade.

"Xiao Feng, what's wrong? Daydreaming?"

Li Feiyu's voice suddenly rang in his ear, yanking Han Feng back to reality from his ecstatic thoughts.

Han Feng jolted, and the panel before him vanished instantly.

He quickly composed himself, looked up, and put on a confused, innocent expression.

"Nothing, Brother Li. It's just that this Internal Cultivation Method you're teaching... feels so profound. There's a lot I don't understand."

The excuse was perfectly reasonable.

A ten-year-old child, encountering the mysterious art of internal cultivation for the first time, not understanding it was only natural.

Li Feiyu indeed suspected nothing and was instead amused by his earnest demeanor.

"Haha, not understanding is exactly right!"

"This Internal Cultivation Method isn't something you master overnight. It takes years of patient grinding. For now, just memorize the incantations firmly in your head and don't mix up the order."

He patted Han Feng's shoulder and comforted him, "Don't rush. If there's anything you don't get, just ask me along the way."

"Mm! Thanks, Brother Li!" Han Feng nodded obediently.

The carriage rolled on, but Han Feng's mind had already soared far away.

He pretended to earnestly ask Li Feiyu about the obscure phrases in the Li Huo Gong, while frantically scheming in his head.

The Attribute Panel, the Spiritual Root, adding points...

His future.

Because of this sudden Golden Finger, it had already shown infinite possibilities!

Five days passed in a blur of anticipation and torment for Han Feng.

During those five days, Li Feiyu had personal business to attend to, so he stopped with Han Feng at several towns along the way.

Thanks to Li Feiyu, Han Feng enjoyed a few days of "luxury."

No more the bland, watery meals of Han Family Village—instead, it was eating out every meal, with plenty of meat and rich flavors.

At first, Han Feng was a bit reserved, but under Li Feiyu's advice that "martial artists need to eat meat to build strength," he let himself go.

And it was during this process that he joyfully discovered the secret of the Attribute Points.

Every time he ate energy-rich food, especially meat, the Attribute Points on the panel grew at an extremely slow pace.

Slow, but growing!

This made him fully understand the source of the Attribute Points.

It was energy!

By absorbing energy from the outside world—whether from food or, in the future, from heavenly treasures and miraculous elixirs—it could all be converted into Attribute Points!

This discovery thrilled Han Feng.

Finally, on the evening of the fifth day, a range of rolling, mist-shrouded mountains appeared at the edge of the horizon.

"We're here!" Li Feiyu reined in his horse and pointed at the tallest peak in the distance.

"That's the main headquarters of our Seven Profound Sect—Colorful Clouds Mountain!"

Han Feng lifted the carriage curtain and looked in the direction he was pointing.

Under the glow of the setting sun, the entire mountain was bathed in a brilliant tapestry of colorful clouds. Pavilions and towers with upturned eaves were faintly visible among the peaks, exuding an extraordinary grandeur.

This was far more magnificent than the few crumbling mud huts in Han Family Village.

As the Senior Disciple Brother of the Outer Blade Hall, Li Feiyu held a considerable status within the sect.

He led Han Feng up the mountain with almost no obstacles in their way.

When the Gatekeeping Disciples saw him, they all had to respectfully address him as "Senior Brother Li."

Under Li Feiyu's arrangements, Han Feng's entry procedures went exceptionally smoothly.

He didn't even have to take any entry tests. He simply registered his name and place of origin, received a set of gray Outer Disciple robes and an identity token, and officially became an Outer Disciple of the Seven Profound Sect.

The Seven Profound Sect was divided into the Outer Sect and the Inner Sect.

The Outer Sect consisted of four halls: the Flying Bird Hall, the Treasure Gathering Hall, the Four Seas Hall, and the Outer Blade Hall, which primarily handled the sect's mundane affairs and external matters.