Nine-Leaf Sword Grass

"Congratulations on obtaining a (small) red packet!"

"..."

"You have accumulated 100 red packets. Would you like to synthesize them into a (great) red packet?"

"..."

On a patch of grass, a small blade of grass was radiating immense vitality, its slender leaves absorbing the Spiritual Energy of Heaven and Earth from its surroundings.

Upon hearing the system's prompt, Qin Mu naturally ordered the synthesis.

"System, synthesize it for me."

"Synthesis will take ten minutes. Please wait!"

Watching the red packet slowly merging in the Void, Qin Mu could not help but reflect.

Without realizing it, he had already been in this unknown world for one hundred thousand years.

One hundred thousand years ago, he had just finished work and was preparing to head home, but as he crossed the street, he was accidentally struck by a large truck that had run a red light.

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

At the same time, he possessed a golden finger: he could sign in once every thousand years to receive a red packet.

The red packets were divided into grades: small, medium, great, and extra-large.

Initially, he had opened several small red packets, but they only contained useless items, so he had been accumulating them, hoping to quickly synthesize a great red packet to see if he could obtain something useful from it.

At the very least, he needed a cultivation technique that would allow him to leave this place; he did not want to stay here for his entire life.

Just as Qin Mu was waiting for the red packet to synthesize, a young man carrying a longsword suddenly appeared beside him.

This young man had first appeared fifty thousand years ago. After arriving, the youth did nothing; instead, he would appear once every ten thousand years, as if waiting for some treasure to be born.

However, every time this youth appeared, a strange aura would emanate from him and envelop Qin Mu, making him feel very comfortable.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations on obtaining a (great) red packet. Would you like to open it?"

"Open!"

Qin Mu was filled with anticipation, wondering what he might obtain.

"Congratulations on obtaining one of the Ten Perfect Fiends, the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass."

"Would you like to fuse?"

"..."

Hearing the treasure produced by the red packet, Qin Mu was naturally shocked; it was actually a representative of the Ten Perfect Fiends from the Perfect World.

The Ten Perfect Fiends were renowned for their immense fame.

"Fuse!"

"You must fuse it for me!"

"..."

"A world of high grade has been detected. The Nine-Leaf Sword Grass is evolving into the Innate Nine-Leaf Sword Grass."

"..."

During the fusion process, the system issued prompts, but Qin Mu could not intervene at this moment; he was already in the state of fusion.

"Oh?"

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

At the same time, as Qin Mu fused with the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass, the youth sitting beside him looked toward him and spoke.

When he first arrived at this location, he had noticed this small blade of grass, so every time he visited, he used his own aura to nourish this living creature.

The next moment, a small blade of grass reappeared in the world, but the only difference was that its leaves were shaped like swords, totaling thirty-six in number.

Each sword leaf radiated a monstrous sword intent.

Feeling the release of this sword intent, the longsword carried on the youth's back began to stir, clearly wanting to compete with this sword intent.

Boom!

A bolt of thunder fell from thin air, striking the small blade of grass fiercely.

Following the lightning strike, the blade of grass transformed into a human figure.

"I never imagined I would actually arrive in the Primordial World."

The one who had transformed into human form was naturally Qin Mu, and the moment his transformation was successful, information appeared in his mind.

This world was known as the Primordial World.

The Primordial World!

For a transmigrator like him, it was naturally more than familiar.

As a transmigrator, he loved reading web novels, especially those of the Primordial genre, and often dreamed of what it would be like if he could transmigrate into one.

He never expected that fate would truly grant him such an opportunity.

He had indeed transmigrated to the Primordial World, and his foundation was quite good; he was the Innate Nine-Leaf Sword Grass, evolved from one of the Ten Perfect Fiends.

Innate Nine-Leaf Sword Grass!

An Innate Divine Foundation.

His cultivation was also at the Early Golden Immortal stage.

The cultivation levels in the Primordial World were divided into:

Earth Immortal, Heavenly Immortal, True Immortal, Mystic Immortal, Golden Immortal, Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, Primordial Golden Immortal, Quasi-Saint (Primordial Golden Immortal), and Primordial Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal.

Those with an Innate Divine Foundation generally reached the Mystic Immortal stage upon transformation, with only the top-tier reaching the Golden Immortal stage.

Qin Mu naturally belonged to that top-tier category.

Composing himself, Qin Mu looked at the youth carrying the longsword not far away, but one glance nearly made him wet himself.

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

"..."

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

Thinking of this, Qin Mu approached the youth and bowed respectfully: "Junior Qin Mu greets Senior."

The youth looked at Qin Mu standing before him and replied: "I am of Pangu's Orthodox Lineage, one of the Three Pure Ones of Kunlun Mountain, Daoist Tongtian."

"What?"

"Daoist Tongtian!"

"..."

Hearing this name, Qin Mu was stunned on the spot; the person he had encountered was actually the future Sect Master Tongtian.

Judging by the situation, Tongtian had not yet become a Saint, so the Primordial World must currently be in the era of the rise of the Wu and Demon.

At the same time, his eyes lit up; this was a powerful backer.

Although he had a system, there was no guarantee he would be free of crises. If he could cling to this Saint's thigh, he would not have to worry about his safety while traveling the Primordial World in the future.

After all, this Sect Master Tongtian was known for being Protective.

Moreover, Qin Mu liked Tongtian; he was someone who would not hesitate to fight against several other Saints for the sake of his disciples—that was the measure of his protective nature.

Thinking of this, Qin Mu knelt directly on the ground: "Junior had heard of the reputation of the Three Pure Ones before I had even taken human form. I hope Senior will accept me as a disciple."

Tongtian was also taken aback by Qin Mu's sudden maneuver.

How could this fellow kneel and ask to be his disciple after only a single sentence of conversation?

It caught him off guard.

Should he accept or not?

After a moment of thought, Tongtian looked at Qin Mu kneeling before him and said in a deep voice: "You and I share a connection. Very well, today I shall accept you as my disciple."

Qin Mu was naturally overjoyed. He stood up and asked with a grin: "May I ask, Master, am I the first among your disciples?"

"The first!"

Tongtian replied.

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

Just then, a ray of Rosy Cloud appeared not far from them.

Seeing the appearance of this light, Tongtian was naturally pleased; he had appeared here because he sensed the birth of an Innate Treasure.

As for meeting Qin Mu, that was entirely accidental.