The Saint's Fruit Position

The melodious tolling of a bell echoed through the mountains.

Sanqing Main Hall.

Over a hundred youths stood solemnly while two sect deacons led them in bowing before the three statues enshrined at the front.

"Having paid respects to the Sanqing Founders, from today on, you are official disciples of our Feathering Sect. You must cultivate diligently, bring honor to our sect, and strive to ascend to immortality as soon as possible."

"Yes!"

In such a sacred place, the youths dared not make a sound, yet their eyes were filled with excitement and joy.

Only one weak voice drifted into the air: "But I heard from my master that no one in our sect has achieved immortality for thousands of years, haven't they?"

The voice was sweet and delicate. As everyone turned their heads, they saw a bright-eyed young girl of about eight or nine years old.

Upon hearing this, the elderly deacon in black had initially been furious, but his expression softened when he saw the girl. He chuckled, "That we cannot ascend is due to the lack of virtue in us later generations. However, our sect has a long heritage; if one traces it back to its origins, it belongs to the Sanqing lineage from the Primordial Era."

At this, he grew somewhat proud and smug. "Therefore, you must cultivate well and not be the least bit slack. Perhaps one day, one of you will achieve immortality and become a sage."

"We will strictly follow the teachings of our Senior!"

The disciples grew even more excited.

Watching his companions beam with spirit, Lin Xiaoyao bowed along with them, though he sighed inwardly. The youths of this world were truly naive and easily fooled.

Having been on the mountain for over a month and inheriting the memories of this body, Lin Xiaoyao, as a transmigrator, naturally had a rough understanding of his situation.

This was a world of immortal cultivation.

If one called it the Primordial Era, the name had long since faded; later generations of cultivators had even pioneered a new era of cultivation.

Yet, if one claimed it had nothing to do with the Primordial Era, many immortal sects in this world claimed their orthodoxy was inherited from some famous True Person of the Primordial Era.

Most of these claims were self-aggrandizing and impossible to verify due to the passage of time. For instance, the Feathering Sect before him claimed to be of the Sanqing lineage.

But according to Lin Xiaoyao's understanding, even if such claims weren't complete fabrications, the most they could possibly claim was a connection to some outer disciple taken in by the Sanqing.

Therefore, let alone attaining the fruit of immortality, even reaching the Mahayana stage was an extremely distant dream for this sect.

Of course, to a novice like Lin Xiaoyao who had just stepped onto the path of immortality, while the sect lacked immortals, it still possessed countless experts far beyond his reach.

As for the outside world, he heard it was filled with slaughter, countless demons, and the occasional emergence of great monsters. It was better for him to keep a low profile.

As he thought this:

"Congratulations to the Host, your system has arrived and is currently binding..."

"Binding complete. Initiating scan. This location meets the criteria for 'Sign-in.' Does the Host wish to sign in now?"

Sign in?

Lin Xiaoyao froze. He glanced around quietly, confirming that no one else had reacted and that only he had heard the mechanical, cold voice.

System?

The transmigrator's golden finger had finally arrived.

"System, sign in."

The next second.

"Congratulations to the Host for a successful sign-in. You have obtained the 'Sage Fruit Status'."

"What, what?"

Even though he knew the system was powerful, Lin Xiaoyao was left in a daze. Doubting his own ears, he couldn't help but ask for clarification.

However, the system did not reply, continuing instead: "Do you wish to claim it now?"

"No."

Lin Xiaoyao desperately suppressed his curiosity, deciding it was better to be cautious. Although he wasn't sure if he had misheard "Sage Fruit Status," it would be bad if he caused too much of a commotion.

He couldn't help but glance at the Sanqing statues in front of him.

"System, can I sign in again?"

"No. Once per day. You may sign in repeatedly; the more important the location, the more precious the reward. Special locations can only be signed into once... Please cherish every opportunity, Host."

So that meant he could only sign in at the Sanqing Main Hall this one time for now?

Shortly after, the initiation ceremony concluded, and the crowd dispersed, leaving in twos and threes.

Lin Xiaoyao did not walk with the others. Instead, he went alone to a building surrounded by heavy security, yet one that almost no one ever stepped foot in except during important occasions.

Founder's Shrine.

This was where the memorial tablets of the sect's past founders were enshrined. Naturally, disciples were required to clean and maintain the area, and occasionally add offerings.

Compared to other internal duties, it was a bitter chore.

One could never come into contact with the sect's higher-ups, let alone gain their favor or appreciation. It was like keeping company with a green lamp and an ancient Buddha—very arduous.

Of course, Lin Xiaoyao had not been assigned here due to being ostracized by the sect. Given the vastness of an immortal sect, why would they target a lowly, newly initiated disciple like him?

In fact, apart from a few exceptionally gifted individuals like the bright and delicate girl named Zhiyan who had been scouted by the Sect Master or various elders to become direct disciples, all new recruits were expected to handle internal affairs alongside their cultivation.

The rest were assigned tasks: some served as sword-bearers for elders, others as fire-tending acolytes in the alchemy room, and those less fortunate were tasked with tending to herb gardens or caring for spirit beasts.

The worst assignment of all, however, was cleaning the more significant grand halls.

Yet, the immortal sect was fair in its dealings and did not act arbitrarily; everyone's duties were determined by drawing lots.

It was honest and impartial, relying entirely on luck.

The original owner of this body had been a wretch; his aptitude was mediocre, so naturally, no elder had chosen him as a disciple.

To make matters worse, his luck during the drawing of lots had been abysmal, landing him the duty of cleaning the Founder's Shrine—a task everyone else avoided like the plague.

Lin Xiaoyao had initially been dejected, but now that he possessed a system, what was poison to others might just be honey to him.

He currently needed a secluded place where he wouldn't be disturbed, allowing him to quietly lay low and develop.

Forget it, claiming the reward is more important.

Thinking of this, Lin Xiaoyao's heart grew warm and excited once more.

The system had mentioned something about a "Saint's Fruit Status," but he found it hard to believe. No matter how overpowered a golden finger might be, could he really be at max level right from the start?

"System, claim the reward."

The moment the words left his lips, Lin Xiaoyao's mind went blank, as if a great bell had been struck, and in an instant, thousands of illusions flooded his vision.

Dense strands of laws descended from the void, piercing through the world and guiding all things; from the smallest speck of dust and sand to the heavens and myriad realms, everything was contained within.

Black and white rotated, yin and yang alternated; it was the sun, the moon, and the stars, the ebb and flow of spiritual tides...

Countless worlds flickered into existence and perished, everything proceeding in an orderly fashion.

Was this the Saint's Fruit Status?

Three thousand Great Daos, endless laws!

The process of immersion lasted an entire day, and it was not until late at night, with the moon hanging high in the sky, that he finally regained his senses.

"What about the magic power?"

Lin Xiaoyao was stunned. If he only had the Saint's Fruit Status without the corresponding cultivation base, wouldn't that be like having a pro-player account without the actual skills to match?