[ Status: ]

Host: Fang Yuan

Realm: Middle Stage of the Hollow Spirit Realm

Root: Heavenly Root

[ Note: Host is an idiot and wastes his chances to improve his root. ]

Fang Yuan’s brow twitched slightly.

For a brief moment, he simply stared at the line then at the rest of the screen as if trying to confirm whether he had read it correctly.

Because, oh, this was new.

Oh boy... you’d think the system had grown a personality.

Hidden Physique: None

Martial Techniques:

– Swift Step Footwork (Low-Grade Black)

– Golden Shell Armor (Mid-Grade Earth)

– Tyrant’s Light Sword (Low-Grade Black)

– Thousand Face Technique (High-Grade)

[ Note: Host, please purchase better martial techniques from the system. This is pathetic. ]

System Points: 199,400

Faith Points: -2,100

[ Note: You can clear your debt with just 21 system points. ]

[ Debt Penalty: Your faith earnings are reduced by 0.001%. ]

[ Note: Due to the host receiving faith points from non-clan members, faith earnings are further reduced to 0.001% of the usual rate. ]

[ Faith System – Heavenly Mandate Scripture ] (Saint Rank)

– Current Rank: 3 / 9

Unlocked Abilities:

– Authority Domain (Passive): Foes within 1000 meters are instantly identified and suppressed under your cultivation aura.

[ Note: Please elevate the rank as soon as possible for your safety. ]

Clans under host currently:

[ Fang Clan ]

Head: Fang Yuan

Clan Faith in the host: 2%

[ Lin Clan ]

Head: Lin Xi

Clan Faith in the host: 1%

[ Note: The people within the "slum district," as you call it, are not technically part of your clan—hence the penalty. ]

Fang Yuan slowly exhaled, eyes fixed on the screen.

Deciding not to dwell further as 0.001% of 0.001% won’t give him much of a faith point.

With a flick of his will, he spent 21 system points immediately.

[ Exchanging 21 system points for 2100 faith points. ]

[ Exchange successful. 2100 faith points have been added. ]

[ Ding! Debt penalty has been removed. ]

The pressure that had subtly lingered in the background vanished just like that.

Fang Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly.

"System... how do I deal with the 0.001% faith earning?"

He paused, then continued inwardly.

"Do I have to bring them into the clan? What if someone outside simply has faith in me?"

There was no response from the system so Fang Yuan could only click his tongue softly.

"Useless when it matters..."

Since there was no answer, he shifted his focus and opened the system shop instead.

At the very least, the shop didn’t disappoint.

Rows upon rows of martial techniques appeared before him, far superior to what he currently possessed. Even a casual glance was enough to tell the difference.

As he continued browsing, his gaze suddenly halted as it landed on a single item.

[ Enlightenment Scroll: 10,000 system points.

Usage: One-time use.

Once activated, you may commune with the Heavenly Will and ask a single question your heart desires. The heavens will reveal the path. ]

Fang Yuan’s eyes sharpened.

This...

A faint spark lit within them.

"Can’t I use this... to upgrade the Fang Family’s martial techniques?"

To most, techniques were nothing more than tools: ownerless, interchangeable, valued only for the strength they could bring.

But to Fang Yuan, they were something far deeper.

They were heritage. Identity. The very foundation of what it meant to bear the Fang name.

If he could refine them, elevate them under the guidance of the heavens themselves, then it wouldn’t just be his strength that soared, but the entire clan’s.

And when he finally stood at the summit, unrivaled beneath the heavens, he would be able to declare it without hesitation.

Every step, every rise... belonged to the Fang Family alone.

His fingers twitched slightly.

"First... I’ll buy one and test it."

[ Ding! You have spent 10,000 system points and purchased an Enlightenment Scroll. ]

A scroll materialized out of thin air, drifting gently before settling into Fang Yuan’s palm.

The moment his fingers closed around it, a faint, pressure seeped into his senses. It wasn’t overwhelming, but it carried a depth that made even his spiritual qi stir uneasily.

Fang Yuan’s eyes narrowed slightly, and then without any further delay.

With a slight exertion of will, the scroll unfurled in his hand.

The moment it opened, a surge of light burst forth.

The characters inscribed upon the scroll began to writhe, shifting as though alive, each stroke flying in the air forming words.

A low, resonant hum filled the air, vibrating not just around him but also within him.

His spiritual sea trembled.

The qi in the surroundings froze... then reversed, flowing toward him in chaotic streams before being drawn into the scroll itself.

Fang Yuan’s grip tightened as the light intensified.

Not long after... the air, the ground, the very sense of space were all gone.

—

When Fang Yuan opened his eyes again, everything had changed.

There was no roof above his head, nor earth below his feet and there was no direction he could go.

There was simply only light, nothing else.

It stretched infinitely in all directions, swallowing everything in its presence.

For a brief moment, even Fang Yuan felt small.

Then a voice echoed through the place.

"What do you desire?"

"What do you desire?"

The question rang inside Fang Yuan’s head, and immediately countless desires surged within his heart.

Among them was even the desire to return to his home world. To where his family was, to see his parents once more.

Another one was to revive his dead parents on this world.

One of the other desires was to be sent back to his old world and be rewarded with the typical "more loss = more money" system.

There was also another one, where he yearned for Lin Zhaoyue to be a cute wife who didn’t appear even a bit too scary.

There were many desires.

Would it be fine to ask any one of them? That thought passed through his mind.

But it didn’t take long for him to slowly calm himself down.

Then, he spoke out about what he needed.

"I wish to perfect the spatial cut I’ve recently tried to integrate into the Tyrant Light Sword. Help me."