Sign-in System, Perfect-Grade Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

"It is actually the legendary Nine Transformations of the True Spirit!?" Lin Cheng could not help but be wild with joy.

Nine Transformations of the True Spirit, a perfect-grade cultivation technique. Each transformation corresponds to a major realm, starting from the Innate Realm. Every step grants a divine ability; once all nine are mastered and combined, one attains an indestructible, eternal life.

Suddenly, a vast expanse of purple auspicious clouds gathered above Lin Cheng's head, shimmering with faint golden light that made them appear even more noble.

At a certain moment, as if drawn by a pull, the purple clouds above Lin Cheng's head transformed into an energy storm, converging into dense, tangible purple light that poured downward.

It flowed directly into Lin Cheng's Baihui acupoint.

In an instant, Lin Cheng's entire body seemed cast from jade, flashing with alternating purple and gold hues in a truly miraculous display.

In less than the time it takes to burn an incense stick, the phenomenon vanished. Lin Cheng's temperament had undergone a radical change; his eyes were deep, his demeanor ethereal, as if an immortal had descended to the mortal world, and his entire being radiated an indescribable aura.

"It truly lives up to being a perfect-grade technique!"

"What the system produces must be a masterpiece!"

Lin Cheng looked up and discovered that the Library Pavilion remained completely undamaged; the previous phenomenon had been firmly locked inside by an invisible force, attracting no attention from the outside world.

Lin Cheng was filled with joy as he carefully sensed the changes within himself.

A moment later, his brows furrowed.

He was completely baffled.

How could he still be an ordinary person without a shred of cultivation?

Closing his eyes, Lin Cheng realized that having just successfully mastered the first transformation of the Nine Transformations of the True Spirit, he was now capable of internal observation. He immediately understood that this was the "Eye of Truth-Breaking," a divine ability granted upon mastering the first transformation, which allowed him to see through all things.

Merely observing his own interior was, of course, effortless.

He saw that his meridians were incredibly wide, tough, and elastic—likely comparable to those of a typical Xiantian expert.

He even possessed a peerless divine ability that even those of the Innate Realm would envy, with effects comparable to the spiritual sense of the Nascent Soul Realm; its utility was endless.

Yet, there was not a single trace of internal energy or true qi.

"Could it be that the massive energy from the purple clouds was entirely used to improve my physique and assist in the completion of the first transformation?"

After thinking it over carefully, Lin Cheng understood the key to it.

The Nine Transformations of the True Spirit was rated by the system as a flawless, perfect-grade technique.

If it were so easy to cultivate, wouldn't the order of things be turned upside down?

"It matters not. Now that my realm has been reached and my soul has condensed, the only thing limiting my cultivation is internal energy. As long as I can sign in for more treasures, recovering my cultivation is merely a matter of time."

On the path of cultivation, one begins by training internal energy, divided into the first through ninth grades.

Every three grades constitute a level, and only after the ninth grade does one reach the legendary Innate Realm.

According to the original owner's memories, the Jingyun Sect claimed to be one of the top ten sects in the Southern Region precisely because they possessed a Supreme Elder at the Innate Realm!

Once one enters the Innate Realm, one gains a lifespan of two hundred years.

They can, to a certain extent, mobilize the power of heaven and earth, and their Xiantian true qi can cleave mountains and sever rivers, far beyond the reach of the internal energy realm.

This was a realm that ordinary geniuses spent their entire lives pursuing, yet Lin Cheng had reached it in but a few moments.

All that was missing now was true qi.

According to Lin Cheng's own estimation, it would take no more than five years for him to become a true Xiantian expert.

To reach the Innate Realm—the dream of all martial artists—in less than five years was simply shocking.

If he had pills or treasures to assist him, that time would be shortened even further.

Thinking this, Lin Cheng couldn't help but sigh.

"Cultivation is actually quite easy."

"And here I thought it would be difficult."

He could only say such things while alone in the Library Pavilion; if the Xiantian ancestors heard him, he would likely be beaten to death on the spot!

They had relied on supreme talent and spent decades of bitter cultivation just to barely cross into the dreamlike Innate Realm.

Yet here was a brat who didn't even understand the basics of cultivation, surpassing them while playing around.

It was enough to make one vomit blood from anger!

Cultivation is easy?

If it were truly easy, the grand Jingyun Sect wouldn't have only one Xiantian expert sitting in command!

Take that Xiantian expert of the Jingyun Sect, for instance.

He was already over a hundred years old, his condition was gradually declining, and his remaining lifespan was short.

He spent most of his time in secluded meditation, ignoring all sect affairs, existing in a half-dead state.

Even so, that was enough to make countless sects and clans in the Southern Region wary, not daring to provoke the Jingyun Sect lightly.

One could only imagine the deterrent power of a single Xiantian expert.

Lin Cheng was simply being a hypocrite who feigned ignorance after profiting.

Not everyone was as lucky as he was, blessed with a system's assistance that made cultivation as easy as drinking water.

Stories are long when there is much to tell, and short when there is little.

In the blink of an eye, two years had passed.

During the two years Lin Cheng had been in this world, he had practically lived in the Library Pavilion, signing in every single day without fail.

Medicinal pills, cultivation techniques, martial arts, divine weapons.

All sorts of treasures that would make those in the Innate Realm green with envy were tossed aside like trash in his system storage; currently, he was only interested in treasures that could replenish his True Qi.

After the accumulation of sign-ins over this period.

With a massive pile of medicinal pills that ordinary people would treasure as precious gems, three days ago, Lin Cheng's True Qi had finally reached its peak, making him a bona fide Innate Realm expert.

A sixteen-year-old Innate Realm expert!

If not a peerless monster of talent.

At the very least, within this Jingyun Sect, he could certainly be called unprecedented and unlikely to be surpassed.

Now that his strength had grown, even cleaning the Library Pavilion had become much easier; with just a wave of his hand, he could mobilize the power of heaven and earth to form a domain covering the entire pavilion.

The domain was diffused and lacked great power.

It wouldn't work for fighting enemies, but for simply clearing away dust, it was perfectly fine.

After casually cleaning the Library Pavilion, Lin Cheng swayed on his recliner, popped a handful of medicinal pills into his mouth, took a swig of spirit wine, and leisurely read a book.

He took the opportunity to learn about the strange tales and wonders of this world, broadening his horizons.

Suddenly, at one moment.

Someone entered the Library Pavilion.

Lin Cheng's omnipresent soul force immediately detected it.

However, he didn't pay much mind to it.

Over the past two years, although the Library Pavilion had been a bit quiet.

He could still encounter many Jingyun Sect disciples coming to the library to look for books every day; more people added a bit of life, and Lin Cheng was happy to see it.

When he was in a good mood, he would casually toss out a few benefits, which would make those disciples wild with joy.

More and more people were obtaining fortuitous encounters.

Because of this, a legend about the Library Pavilion had spread within a small circle in the Jingyun Sect.

The Treasury Pavilion!

It was rumored that the Library Pavilion was the secluded cultivation spot of that legendary Jingyun Sect Supreme Elder, a Innate Realm ancestor, who would occasionally bestow a fortuitous encounter upon a disciple deemed to have a connection with him.

Long-lost martial arts and cultivation techniques.

High-quality medicinal pills.

There was even one lucky soul with explosive luck who was rewarded with a low-grade spirit weapon by the Supreme Elder!

At the time, this incident had caused quite a small sensation throughout the Jingyun Sect.

One had to know that a low-grade spirit weapon possessed unfathomable power; in the entire Jingyun Sect, apart from the Supreme Elder who never emerged from seclusion, only the Sect Master possessed a spirit weapon.

The value of a low-grade spirit weapon could be imagined; it was enough to make some high-ranking elders covet it.

The disciple who obtained the spirit weapon instantly became the apple of many elders' eyes.

He was even taken in as a direct disciple, showered with countless medicinal pills and treasures, and from then on, he soared to the heavens.

Because of this, many elders were even willing to lower their status and come to the Library Pavilion, hoping to seek a fortuitous encounter, but they all returned empty-handed.

Gradually, the heat of the matter faded.

Some remembered, some forgot.

Added to the fact that Lin Cheng had spent some time in seclusion to break through to the Innate Realm and hadn't "manifested" for several months.

Many people consequently lost interest.

Although some still refused to give up and came to the Library Pavilion every day with a "let's try it out" attitude, most people chose to forget about it and focus on down-to-earth cultivation.

Meng Tangtang had been an outer sect disciple for nearly two months.

Since childhood, she had been tormented by a strange illness; whenever it flared up, her whole body felt as if it were plunged into a freezing pool, only to fall into a volcano the next instant.

Every time, it was a dance with death.

Her parents had turned gray with worry over this.

Just a few months ago, the best physicians in the Southern Region had delivered their verdict.

She had at most three years left to live.

She was not resigned to this.

With her abysmal constitution, she yearned desperately for the day she could cultivate. She did not ask for much; she would be satisfied with nothing more than a healthy body.

Originally, given her aptitude, she would not have been enough to join the Jingyun Sect.

However, she came from a small family that happened to be a subsidiary of the Jingyun Sect, and with her parents' doting and the money they spent to grease the wheels, she was made an outer disciple as an exception.

They even assigned her a good post, making her a miscellaneous disciple in the supply department.

Unfortunately, her aptitude was truly too poor.

After two months of continuous cultivation, everyone else in her cohort had caught the sensation of qi one after another, beginning to condense inner energy and officially stepping onto the path of cultivation.

Only she remained an ordinary person, standing still in place.

This made Meng Tangtang extremely depressed.

Not wanting to worry her parents and unable to find help, she had no choice but to run to the Library Pavilion alone to try her luck.

"Is anyone here?"

Meng Tangtang poked her head in cautiously. Because of the running and her physical discomfort, her little face was flushed, and with her hair cut short to her ears, she looked utterly adorable.

"Is there no one..."

After waiting a while with no response, Meng Tangtang's courage grew, and she muttered to herself, "They say the Library Pavilion is desolate, but there really isn't a soul here..."

"Then what should I do to catch the Grand Elder's attention?"

She was stumped.

Just then, Lin Cheng stood not far from the girl, holding a book and watching her with curiosity.

With his strength, it was quite simple to distort the power of heaven and earth to keep his figure hidden from view.

Another one here to hunt for treasures? After listening to the girl's self-talk for a while, Lin Cheng understood the situation, but then he frowned. Something is not right. I observe that this little girl is clearly an ordinary person, so why does she give me a faint sense of threat?