Nine-Leaf Sword Grass

"Congratulations, you have obtained a (Small) Red Packet!"

"You have accumulated 100 Red Packets. You may combine them into one (Great) Red Packet. Combine them?"

In a patch of grass, a small blade of grass brimmed with vitality, its slender leaves absorbing the Spiritual Energy of Heaven and Earth around it.

When he heard the system prompt, Qin Mu naturally ordered it to combine them.

"System, combine them for me."

"Combination will take ten minutes. Please wait!"

Watching the Red Packets slowly merge in the Void, Qin Mu could not help but reminisce.

Before he knew it,

he had already spent a hundred thousand years in this unknown world.

A hundred thousand years ago, he had just gotten off work and was preparing to go home when, while crossing the street, he was hit by a large truck that ran a red light.

When he woke up, he discovered that he had transmigrated—and had become a blade of grass.

He had also received a cheat ability: he could sign in once every thousand years to claim a Red Packet.

Red Packets came in different grades: small, medium, large, and extra-large.

At first, the Small Red Packets he opened contained nothing useful, so he began saving them up, hoping to combine them into a Great Red Packet and obtain something worthwhile.

At the very least, he wanted a cultivation technique that could let him leave this place. He did not want to remain here for the rest of his life.

While Qin Mu waited for the Red Packets to combine, a young man carrying a Longsword on his back suddenly appeared beside him.

This young man had suddenly appeared fifty thousand years ago. After arriving here, he did nothing, yet he returned once every ten thousand years, as though waiting for some treasure to be born.

However, whenever the young man appeared, a strange aura would radiate from him and envelop Qin Mu, making him feel very comfortable.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations, you have obtained a (Great) Red Packet. Open it?"

"Open!"

Qin Mu grew expectant, wondering what he might receive.

"Congratulations, you have obtained one of the Ten Perfect Fiends: the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass."

"Fuse with it?"

When Qin Mu heard what the Red Packet had produced, he was naturally stunned. It was actually one of the representatives of the Ten Perfect Fiends from Perfect World.

The Ten Perfect Fiends of Perfect World were incomparably renowned.

"Fuse!"

"It must fuse with me!"

"World grade detected as exceptionally high. The Nine-Leaf Sword Grass is evolving into the Innate Nine-Leaf Sword Grass."

During the fusion process,

the system issued a prompt, but Qin Mu could not interfere at this point. He had already entered the fusion state.

"Eh!"

"Is this little fellow about to take human form?"

At the same time,

while Qin Mu fused with the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass, the young man sitting beside him looked over and spoke.

When he first arrived, he had noticed Qin Mu, this little blade of grass. Every time he came here, he used his own aura to nourish this living being.

The next moment,

a small blade of grass reappeared in the world. The only difference was that its leaves were shaped like swords, and there were thirty-six of them.

Every Sword Leaf radiated an overwhelming sword intent.

Sensing that sword intent, the Longsword on the young man's back began to stir restlessly, clearly eager to contend with it.

Boom!

A bolt of thunder descended from thin air.

It struck the small blade of grass viciously.

After the lightning strike, the blade of grass transformed into a human form.

"I never thought I would actually come to the Primordial World."

The one who transformed was naturally Qin Mu. At the instant he successfully took human form, a stream of information appeared in his mind.

This world was called the Primordial Wilderness.

The Primordial Wilderness!

As a Transmigrator, he could not have been more familiar with it.

He loved reading web novels, especially ones about the Primordial Wilderness. He had often dreamed that it would be wonderful if he could transmigrate into one.

He had never expected fate to truly give him such an opportunity.

He really had transmigrated into the Primordial Wilderness, and his foundation was not bad either. He was the Innate Nine-Leaf Sword Grass evolved from one of the Ten Perfect Fiends, the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass.

Innate Nine-Leaf Sword Grass!

Innate Divine Foundation.

His cultivation was also at the Early Golden Immortal stage.

The cultivation realms of the Primordial World were:

Earth Immortal, Heavenly Immortal, True Immortal, Mystic Immortal, Golden Immortal, Grand Unity Golden Immortal, Grand Luo Golden Immortal, Quasi-Saint (Primordial Origin Golden Immortal), Primordial Grand Luo Golden Immortal.

Those with Innate Divine Foundations generally took human form at the Mystic Immortal stage. Only the top-tier ones reached the Golden Immortal stage.

Qin Mu naturally belonged among the top-tier.

After composing himself, Qin Mu looked at the young man carrying the Longsword in the distance. But one look nearly scared him senseless.

"My god, he's actually a Quasi-Saint Mighty One."

Although he did not know which era of the Primordial Wilderness this was, a Quasi-Saint was a top-tier existence in any era.

With that thought, Qin Mu walked up to the young man, bowed respectfully, and said, "Junior Qin Mu greets you, Senior."

Looking at Qin Mu standing before him, the young man replied, "I am Daoist Tongtian, one of the Three Pure Ones of Kunlun Mountain, Pangu's Orthodox Lineage."

"What?"

"Daoist Tongtian!"

Upon hearing that name, Qin Mu froze on the spot. The person he had encountered was actually Sect Master Tongtian, the future master of the Jie Teachings.

Judging from the situation, Tongtian had not yet become a Saint. This meant the Primordial Wilderness should currently be in the era when the Wu and Demon were rising.

At the same time, Qin Mu's eyes lit up. This was a massive backer.

Although he had the system, danger might still arise. If he could cling to this Saint's thigh, he would not have to worry about his safety while traveling through the Primordial Wilderness in the future.

After all, Sect Master Tongtian was extremely protective of his disciples.

Moreover, Qin Mu liked Tongtian very much. For the sake of his disciples, he had not hesitated to fight several Saints head-on. That was truly protective.

After thinking this through, Qin Mu directly knelt on the ground. "Before this junior even took human form, I had already heard of the Three Pure Ones' great reputation. I hope Senior will accept me as your disciple."

Tongtian was stunned by Qin Mu's move.

They had only exchanged one sentence, yet this fellow had already knelt down and asked to become his disciple.

It caught him completely off guard.

Should he accept him or not?

After pondering for a moment, Tongtian looked at Qin Mu, who was kneeling before him, and said solemnly, "You and I are fated. Very well, I shall accept you as my disciple today."

Qin Mu was naturally overjoyed. He rose to his feet and asked with a grin, "Master, what number disciple am I under you?"

"The first."

Tongtian replied.

Hearing this answer, Qin Mu had not expected that he was actually the first. It seemed the Three Pure Ones had not yet opened their mountain gate on Kunlun Mountain to accept disciples.

Just then,

a Rosy Cloud appeared not far from them.

Seeing the Rosy Cloud, Tongtian was naturally delighted. He had come here because he sensed that an Innate Treasure was being born in this place.

As for encountering Qin Mu, that had been entirely unexpected.