After six years in this world, Mo Yuan had been adopted by Uncle Nine and treated like his own son.
Today, he was formally entering the Maoshan Sect as a disciple, only to be secretly mocked by his fellow disciples for his mediocre constitution.
Who would have thought that, during the initiation ceremony, the Primordial Sign-in System within Mo Yuan would suddenly activate?
The starter gift pack granted him a Chaos Dao Body and Primordial Comprehension, triggering Purple Qi Comes East for Thirty Thousand Li.
Uncle Nine watched the strange phenomena filling the sky, then glanced at his grinning young disciple. The teacup in his hand fell to the floor with a clatter—
This child was probably going to turn the entire Maoshan Sect... no, the entire Three Realms upside down?!
The old wooden door of the mortuary creaked open, and the slightly chilly morning air, carrying the scent of incense, rushed inside.
Mo Yuan stood at the threshold in a faded blue cotton jacket, freshly washed so many times that its color had dulled. He took a deep breath. Today was the day he would formally become a disciple.
He had been in this world for exactly six years. From his confused helplessness as an infant swaddled in cloth, to being found and raised by Uncle Nine in the wilderness, he had finally reached the path he had long dreamed of walking.
"You brat, are you standing there pretending to be a door god? Get in here already—the hour is almost upon us!"
Uncle Nine's familiar, powerful yet somewhat stern voice came from the courtyard, interrupting Mo Yuan's thoughts.
A bright smile immediately spread across Mo Yuan's face. "Coming, Master!" he called, then darted inside in just a few strides.
An incense table had already been set up in the middle of the courtyard, with the spirit tablets of the Maoshan patriarchs placed upon it. Smoke from the incense curled upward.
His two senior brothers, Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng, stood to the side in slightly oversized Daoist robes, exchanging mischievous looks when they saw Mo Yuan enter.
Qiu Sheng lowered his voice and teased, "Well, our little junior brother finally showed up. Look at him—so nervous he's forgotten how to walk?"
Wen Cai chimed in with a simple grin, "Exactly, exactly. Don't let your legs go weak later and keep you from kneeling."
Mo Yuan was not annoyed. He merely grinned and shot back, "Don't worry, Senior Brothers, my legs work just fine. You two should worry about yourselves. Did you slack off and skip drawing talismans again last night? Be careful not to give yourselves away when Master tests you."
Uncle Nine glared at them. The two immediately shrank back, shut their mouths, and stood properly.
Uncle Nine walked over to Mo Yuan and carefully straightened a collar that had already been perfectly neat. His gaze was complicated, filled with affection, expectation, and a faint, barely detectable concern.
He patted Mo Yuan's still-thin shoulder and said quietly, "Don't be nervous. Just do as I taught you. On the path of cultivation, sincerity of heart comes first."
"Got it, Dad... Master."
The words slipped out of Mo Yuan's mouth before he hastily corrected himself, though warmth filled his heart.
Over these past six years, Uncle Nine had been both master and father to him.
The apprenticeship ceremony was not complicated, yet it was solemn and dignified.
Mo Yuan washed his hands, lit incense, and knelt on a cushion. Facing the spirit tablets of the Maoshan patriarchs, he respectfully performed three kneelings and nine kowtows, then recited the oath of apprenticeship aloud.
However, when he placed his hand on the Spirit Testing Jade Chime, it emitted only an extremely faint, almost imperceptible dim white glow, signifying that his cultivation aptitude was utterly ordinary.
A few barely audible snickers came from the crowd of observers, followed by hushed murmurs.
"Just as expected... mediocre aptitude." "Senior Brother Lin has a kind heart and adopted him, but cultivation... sigh, he probably won't achieve much."
Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng also showed faint looks of disappointment.
Uncle Nine's expression did not change, though a trace of helplessness flashed deep in his eyes. Still, he calmly presided over the rest of the ceremony.
He handed Mo Yuan a wooden token representing a Maoshan disciple. "From this day onward, you are an official disciple of our Maoshan Sect. You must obey the sect rules and cultivate diligently without cease."
"Disciple Mo Yuan shall obey Master's orders!" Mo Yuan received the token with both hands, his expression solemn.
The instant the token entered his hand, an icy, emotionless mechanical voice abruptly exploded in the depths of his mind:
[ Ding! Detected that the host has formally embarked upon the path of cultivation and meets the binding requirements... Primordial Sign-in System activating... 10%... 50%... 100%! Activation successful! ] [ Welcome, host Mo Yuan, to the Primordial Sign-in System! The starter gift pack has been distributed. Open it immediately? ]
Mo Yuan's heart jolted, and he nearly failed to hold onto the token in his hand.
A transmigrator's benefit! A golden finger!
It had finally come. Six years—did it know how he had spent those six years? He had watched Uncle Nine catch ghosts and exterminate demons every day, while he could only practice crude martial arts. It had nearly driven him mad.
He forcefully suppressed the wild joy and excitement in his heart and silently said, Open it! Open it now!
[ Opening starter gift pack... Congratulations, host, you have obtained: Chaos Dao Body (Origin Bloodline), Primordial Comprehension (Unlimited Growth), Basic Qi Refining Manual Great Dao True Explanation Edition! ]
Boom!!!
A thunderous roar, as though heaven and earth were being created, echoed through Mo Yuan's soul. An indescribable force, vast as a sea of stars, erupted from the deepest part of his body, washing through every inch of his bones, muscles, flesh, blood, soul, and thoughts.
His once-ordinary constitution was being completely shattered and reconstructed, transforming toward a supreme form.
At the same time, his thoughts began to operate and ascend at an unprecedented speed. To his eyes, all things in the world and the laws of the Great Dao seemed to shed every layer of fog, becoming clear and within reach.
The most basic Basic Qi Refining Manual he had just received now seemed full of profound truths in every word. Countless ideas for optimization, improvement, and even surpassing it surged forth like spring water.
Outside, a strange phenomenon suddenly appeared!
The previously clear sky was abruptly engulfed by endless purple qi, vast and mighty as it surged in from the east. It stretched for an unknown number of miles, bathing all of Ren Family Town and the wider regions beyond in a noble, mysterious violet glow.
Faint immortal music rang through the sky. Phantom images of golden lotuses blooming from the earth rose and fell amid the purple qi, while Dao resonance spread outward in ripples, affecting every cultivator present.
Regardless of their cultivation level, all of them felt a tremor and reverence originating from the depths of their souls.
"Purple Qi Comes East for Thirty Thousand Li! Th-this... is this the sign of a saint being born?!" An elderly Daoist who had come to observe trembled so badly that even his beard shook.
"A phenomenon of heaven and earth! What could have caused it?"
Uncle Nine suddenly looked up at the purple qi filling the heavens, his face covered in shock and disbelief.
He had cultivated for decades, yet he had never witnessed such a terrifying sight. The center of this phenomenon... seemed to be within this very mortuary?
His gaze abruptly swept toward the incense table, where he saw Mo Yuan surrounded by a faint flow of chaotic qi.
Although the phenomenon had only just appeared and quickly withdrew, the noble and ancient aura originating from the source of life itself sent Uncle Nine's heart into violent turmoil.
The teacup in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter and shattered into pieces, yet he did not notice at all.
Mo Yuan slowly opened his eyes. Within those once-clear and lively eyes now seemed to lie an endless sea of stars and boundless wisdom.
Feeling the reborn changes within his body, the oceanic sense of power and comprehension that allowed him to perceive all things, he could not help wanting to throw back his head and roar.
He looked at the dumbfounded Uncle Nine, and that familiar, brilliant smile with a hint of slyness appeared on his face again, as if he were saying, Master, look. I seem to be... a little different.
Uncle Nine looked at his young disciple's familiar yet unfamiliar smile, then sensed the vast Dao resonance that still had not fully dissipated from the air. An absurd yet astonishing thought uncontrollably surfaced in his mind:
This boy he had picked up could not possibly be some kind of... monster, could he? No, with such a spectacle, he was probably going to throw the entire Maoshan Sect—no, the entire Three Realms—into complete chaos!
Mo Yuan paid no attention to the storm raging in his master's heart. At that moment, he was happily studying the light screen in his mind.
[ Daily sign-in function activated. Would the host like to sign in at "Mortuary" today? ]
"Sign in!" Mo Yuan answered without hesitation.
[ Sign-in successful! Congratulations, host, you have obtained: Merit Points ×100! Shangqing Thunder Method - Fragment ×1! ]
Thunder methods! And the Shangqing Thunder Method at that. Even if it was only a fragment, it was definitely among the finest techniques of the Maoshan Sect.
Mo Yuan's eyes lit up frighteningly. Combined with the Primordial Comprehension he had just received, he felt that he could immediately master this fragment and perhaps even... complete it?
He raised his head and looked at Uncle Nine, who was still in shock. With a grin, he spoke in a voice filled with eagerness, "Master, I've finished reading the Basic Qi Refining Manual. There are a few parts that seem like they could be improved to make it easier to cultivate. Could you take a look for me?"
Uncle Nine: "..."
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