Saint Fruit Position

Ding...

The melodious toll of a bell echoed through the mountains.

Sanqing Main Hall.

More than a hundred youths stood solemnly in a row. Beside them, two sect stewards led them in paying respects to the three divine statues enshrined before them.

"After paying respects to the Three Purities, from today onward, you are official disciples of the Feathering Sect. You must cultivate diligently, bring honor to our sect, and strive to become immortals as soon as possible."

"Yes!"

This was an important place within the sect, so the youths dared not make a commotion. Yet their eyes all betrayed their excitement and delight.

Only a soft, timid voice reached their ears. "But I heard my master say that no one in our sect has become an immortal for thousands of years?"

The voice was sweet and lilting, pleasant to the ear. Everyone turned toward its owner: a delicate-looking girl, perhaps eight or nine years old.

At her words, the black-robed elder among the stewards had been about to fly into a rage. But when he turned and saw the charming little girl, his expression softened. With an awkward, ingratiating smile, he said, "Our inability to become immortals is because we later-generation disciples have failed to live up to our predecessors. But our sect's lineage stretches back a long way. If we trace it to its roots, it can be traced to the Three Purities' line from the Primordial Era."

As he spoke, he grew a little smug and proud. "So you must cultivate well and never slack off, not even for a moment. Perhaps one of you will become an immortal and attain sainthood one day."

"We will heed Uncle-Master's teachings!"

The disciples grew even more excited.

Watching her companions all around her, their faces bright with eager anticipation, Lin Xiaoyao bowed along with them. In his heart, though, he sighed. The youths of this world really were simple and easy to fool.

He had been on the mountain for over a month, and with the memories he had inherited from this body, Lin Xiaoyao, a transmigrator, had naturally gained a rough understanding of his situation.

This was a world of immortal cultivation.

You could call it the Primordial Era, but that name had long since faded from use. Later-generation cultivators had even ushered in a new age of immortal cultivation.

But if you said it had nothing to do with the Primordial Era, many immortal sects in this world claimed their lineages had been passed down from some famous True Person of that ancient age.

Most of those claims were just people talking themselves up. The years had made them impossible to verify. Take the Feathering Sect before him, which claimed it truly belonged to the Three Purities' lineage.

But from what Lin Xiaoyao knew, even if that claim wasn't pure hot air, the sect's connection was probably no more than having descended from some outer-sect disciple accepted by the Three Purities.

So let alone attaining the immortal's Dao Fruit—even advancing to become a Mahayana cultivator was an almost unattainable prospect for the sect.

Of course, to Lin Xiaoyao, a newcomer who had only just stepped onto the path of immortality, the sect still had countless powerful figures. Even without any immortals, they were people he couldn't hope to measure up to.

As for the world beyond, he had heard it was even more rife with fighting and slaughter, filled with countless evil fiends. Every so often, a great demon would emerge, too. He'd be better off keeping his head down.

Just as he was thinking this—

"Congratulations, host. Your system has arrived. Binding in progress..."

"Binding complete. Beginning scan. This location meets the check-in requirements. Please choose whether to check in now."

Check in?

Lin Xiaoyao froze. He glanced furtively to the side, confirming that nobody else had reacted. He was the only one who could hear that cold, mechanical voice.

A system?

The transmigrator's cheat had finally arrived.

"System, check in."

The next second—

"Congratulations, host. Check-in successful. You have obtained the Saint Fruit Position."

"What? What?"

Although he knew the system was powerful, Lin Xiaoyao still felt as if a gale had swept him off his feet. He wondered if his ears were playing tricks on him and couldn't help asking again.

But the system didn't respond. It continued, "Would you like to claim it now?"

"No."

Lin Xiaoyao did his best to restrain his curiosity. It was better to be cautious. He wasn't sure if he'd heard "Saint Fruit Position" correctly, but making too much of a scene would be bad.

He couldn't help glancing at the Three Purities statues in front of him.

"System, can I check in again?"

"No. Once per day, with repeated check-ins allowed. The more important the location, the more precious the reward. Certain special locations can only be checked in at once... Please cherish each opportunity."

Did that mean he could only check in at Sanqing Main Hall this one time, at least for now?

A little later, the initiation ceremony was over, and everyone left in small groups, each heading their own way.

Lin Xiaoyao didn't go with anyone. Instead, he went alone to a building that was heavily guarded on the outside but almost never visited, except on a few important occasions.

The Founder's Shrine.

The shrine housed the memorial tablets of the sect's successive founders, so naturally, disciples had to clean and maintain it, and occasionally add offerings.

But compared to other menial duties, this was a hard one.

There was no chance to interact with the sect's higher-ups, let alone win their favor or appreciation. It was like constantly attending an ancient temple lit by green lamps—an exhausting chore.

Of course, Lin Xiaoyao had not been assigned here because the sect was trying to exclude him. The immortal sect was vast and powerful. Why would it target a lowly new disciple like him?

As a matter of fact, among the new disciples, only the charming little girl called Zhiyan and a few other exceptionally gifted youths had been noticed by the sect master or various elders and taken directly as personal disciples.

The rest had to take on various chores in their spare time from cultivation.

Some became sword-bearing attendants to an elder. Others became fire-tending children in the alchemy room. The next least desirable assignments were tending medicinal fields or caring for spirit beasts.

But the worst of all was cleaning some important hall.

Still, the sect was fair in its dealings and didn't simply make decisions unilaterally. Everyone's duties were decided by drawing lots.

No trickery, no favoritism. It all came down to luck.

The original owner of this body had been unlucky. His aptitude was average, so of course no elder had taken him as a disciple.

And when it came time to draw lots, his luck had been abysmal. He'd drawn the job everyone else had tried to avoid: cleaning the Founder's Shrine.

Lin Xiaoyao had been rather dejected at first. But now that he had a system, perhaps this misfortune would turn into a blessing.

Right now, he needed a secluded place where no one would disturb him, somewhere he could quietly keep his head down.

"Forget it. I'd better claim the reward first."

At the thought, Lin Xiaoyao grew eager and excited all over again.

The system had seemed to say "Saint Fruit Position," but he still found it hard to believe. No matter how powerful the cheat was, could he really start out at max level?

"System, claim the reward."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Lin Xiaoyao's mind went blank. It was as if a great bell had tolled, and in an instant, countless visions filled his mind.

From the void, dense strands of laws descended, running through the world and drawing all things along with them. From grains of dust and sand to the myriad heavens and worlds, everything was encompassed within them.

Black and white revolved; yin and yang alternated. The sun, moon, and stars appeared; spiritual tides surged and ebbed...

Countless worlds were destroyed and born anew, and everything proceeded in perfect order.

Was this the Saint Fruit Position?

Three thousand Great Daos, endless laws!

The immersion lasted an entire day. Only late at night, with the moon high in the sky, did he finally come to his senses.

"Where's my magical power?"

Lin Xiaoyao was dumbfounded. What good was having the Saint Fruit Position without the cultivation to go with it? Wasn't that like having a top-tier gaming account but no gaming skills?