Build a Sect Settlement

The Shifang Continent.

Xiushui Village.

Inside the earth-brick main room of the Lin Household.

Thirty-year-old farmhand Lin Dayou felt that he must have heard things just now, dug his pinky finger into his ear, and asked the teenager before him: "You want the household to build you a house?"

Lin Xiao nodded.

Lin Dayou: "Covering an acre of land is enough, not too big?"

Lin Xiao nodded.

Lin Dayou: "Finished as soon as possible, you need it in a hurry?"

Lin Xiao nodded fiercely.

Lin Dayou looked at the straw sandals on his own feet.

New ones, worn for only half a year, it would be a shame to wreck them.

Thus he could only raise his cattail-leaf-sized palm toward Lin Xiao:

"You little rascal, not doing chores all day, only dreaming of good things! Your old man even wants someone to build him a one-acre big house! Not doing a damn thing every day yet you want me to build you a big house? Why don't you say you're going to the sky!"

Seeing that the situation looked bad, Lin Xiao immediately took a step back and dodged the big palm:

"Dad, Dad, Dad! Let's talk things out nicely, don't resort to your hands at the drop of a hat, okay? Mind your manners!"

"What manners or no manners? I only know you're asking me for a big house! How on earth does a kid like you dare to think like that? Huh? Your older brother hasn't even found a wife yet, you little punk, get over here!"

Lin Xiao ran behind the household's only table: "Then how about half an acre, is that alright!"

"Hey!" At these words, Lin Dayou's temper flared right up,

"It's fine if I bury you in a half-acre pit instead! Little punk, today I'm going to skin you alive for sure! Get over here!"

The father and son began running in circles around the household's only dining table.

Running as he spoke, Lin Xiao shouted: "I don't want half an acre anymore! Just about the size of this main room, alright?!"

Lin Dayou: "Don't even think about it! I'll put together a straw shed for you, that's about it!"

Hearing this, Lin Xiao immediately doubled the volume of his voice: "A straw shed is fine too, a straw shed is fine too! Dad, stop chasing me!"

Too lazy to keep running in circles around the table with him, Lin Dayou stopped in his tracks and beckoned to him: "It's fine if you want me to put together a straw shed for you, come over here, let me beat you up until I'm satisfied, and tomorrow I'll put it together for you."

Lin Xiao:...

In the end, Lin Xiao chose to give up struggling and let his old man give him a thorough beating.

In exchange for his old man's promise to put together a straw shed for him tomorrow.

After eating noon meal, Lin Xiao walked out limping.

He was currently twelve years old, which meant he had transmigrated to this world for twelve years.

Actually he didn't even know whether his situation counted as transmigration or as carrying memories through reincarnation.

Anyway, he didn't care either way.

In his previous life, he was a person with extremely distant familial ties; when he was three, his parents divorced, and moreover their respective jobs and families were extremely busy. The only care they could give Lin Xiao was the numbers on a bank card.

His grandparents raised him until he was six, then both passed away one after the other.

Then he was sent to a boarding school, becoming a first-grade boarding student.

Six-year-old Lin Xiao learned to stand on tiptoe at the ATM to withdraw money.

Slowly, outsiders found Lin Xiao's temperament rather solitary, and classmates all thought he was very aloof and disliked interacting with people.

But actually it wasn't like that.

He was just an ordinary big shut-in who didn't know how to communicate with people.

Every day, the time outside of his studies was occupied by games and anime.

When it came to getting along with people, he wasn't very skilled at it, but he didn't feel aloof at all.

Just like that, day after day, he grew up.

And then on a certain ordinary day, he arrived in this world in his sleep, inside the belly of Lin Dayou's old lady-which was to say, Lin Xiao's current mother.

His new mother treated Lin Xiao extremely well, but unfortunately she left early.

One morning a year after he was born, on a June day, goose-feather snow suddenly began to drift down, the temperature plummeted, and the stream froze.

That snowstorm arrived extremely bizarrely.

In the scorching heat of summer, overnight, all things withered, and the snow piled up so high it reached people's knees.

Because the drop in temperature came too suddenly, the firewood chopped by the household simply wasn't enough to use. The adults could still endure it, but Lin Xiao, still in swaddling clothes, shivered violently from the cold, his little face turning pale blue.

Braving the snow, Lin Dayou put on a tattered cotton padded jacket and shouldered his firewood chopper to go up the mountain to chop wood.

Lin Xiao's mother spent the whole day holding Lin Xiao, burying him inside the stiff cotton quilt, using her body heat to keep him warm, and his older brother Lin Yun, who was two years older than him, also snuggled next to him to warm him up.

And so a week later, the weather warmed back up, Lin Xiao was full of vigor, but his mother had contracted a chill.

In this backward era, a bout of wind-cold had taken his mother from him.

But Lin Xiao had only just turned one then and couldn't even walk yet. All he could do was watch her close her eyes.

Because of this, Lin Xiao shut himself away for several years.

It wasn't until he was six, when Lin Dayou broke his leg falling on the mountain while gathering wild produce to make new winter clothes for him and his older brother Lin Yun, that

he finally pulled himself together again.

He still had a father and an older brother.

He gradually began interacting with the villagers.

Then he discovered that the people in this little village were actually pretty decent.

Like right now.

That little fatty up ahead was running toward him.

The boy wore a clean short tunic. He was no more than five feet tall, with a broad, plump build. As he jogged, the soft, pale flesh on his face jiggled. He stopped in front of Lin Xiao and panted heavily,

"Brother Xiao, what was that sure-fire good thing you mentioned yesterday? I could hardly wait all night." The little fatty was the third son of the Jiang Household in the village. His name was Jiang Youfu, and he'd followed Lin Xiao around the village ever since they were little.

Lin Xiao quickly put away his limping act and smugly waggled his eyebrows at him,

"The matter of our sect's headquarters is going to work out!"

Jiang Youfu stared at him in delighted disbelief and said,

"Really? During the spring planting season, Uncle Lin agreed to build you a house?"

Lin Xiao sheepishly rubbed his nose.

"Of course. It's just that the house turned into a thatched hut."

Hearing that it was only a thatched hut, Jiang Youfu didn't look disappointed at all.

"I knew it. If Uncle Lin were going to build you a proper house, the sun would have to rise out of the latrine."

But even a thatched hut was still a place, wasn't it? Jiang Youfu was quite satisfied, too. He patted Lin Xiao on the shoulder and said,

"Uncle Lin really dotes on you. Unlike me. Forget a thatched hut-even a single whole log is something my family would never give me."

Lin Xiao hooked an arm around his shoulder and headed into the mountains,

"Come on, come on. Let's see if the snares we set yesterday caught anything."

Jiang Youfu swallowed and said, "Brother Xiao, if we catch a pheasant, how about roasting it?"

"Sure, sure. You can have the drumstick... But let's get one thing straight: I'm the one who came up with the sect headquarters, so I'm the Sect Master..."

The reason Lin Xiao needed a place that belonged entirely to him, to serve as the so-called sect headquarters, was that just a few days ago, on his twelfth birthday, he'd received a transmigrator's cheat-a system.

According to the system's self-introduction, its full name was the Myriad Realms Sect Construction System.

But it had remained inactive the whole time.

It needed its host-in other words, Lin Xiao-to own a space that belonged entirely to him, to serve as the sect headquarters, before it could be successfully activated.