Sign-In System: Starting With Invincible Physique-Chapter 28: Seris’s Transformation
Chapter 28: Seris’s Transformation
Rhain left the Sect Master’s Hall.
The cool night air brushed against his deep purple robes as he walked towards the sect library.
Although Rhain was absolutely confident in the overwhelming power of his Abyssal Sovereign Physique, there was a glaring problem he could not simply ignore.
Currently, his most powerful trump cards were the Epic-grade Abyssal Sovereign Technique, the Rare-grade Void Fist, and the Rare-grade Shadow Flicker Step.
These were skills obtained directly from the System.
In the entirety of the Greymist Region, a Rare-grade martial art was an absolute treasure that could cause rivers of blood to flow, let alone an Epic-grade one!
If he used those techniques, questions would be asked.
Questions he could not answer.
To avoid drawing unnecessary greed and suspicion, he needed a set of sect martial arts to use openly.
.......
Rhain arrived before the gates of the library.
An old elder sat behind a polished wooden desk near the heavy doors, his eyes half-closed in meditation.
Rhain walked in.
The old man’s eyelids fluttered open. His gaze briefly swept over Rhain’s deep purple Inner Disciple robes.
He didn’t say a single word, simply closing his eyes again and allowing Rhain to pass.
Inner disciples had free access to the first floor.
Rhain walked past the endless rows of wooden shelves.
All of them were the Common-Grade martial arts.
He didn’t even glance at them.
He headed straight for the grand staircase leading to the upper floors.
At the top of the stairs, a shimmering, translucent barrier of condensed essence completely blocked the entrance to the second floor.
This was the restricted zone.
In the Azure Cloud Sect, most inner disciples were only permitted to practice Common-Grade martial arts.
Only a select few—those who had made significant contributions or possessed exceptional talent—were granted access to the Uncommon-Grade section.
As for the Rare-Grade section on the third floor... it was absolutely forbidden to almost everyone except the Sect Master and the Great Elder.
Rhain didn’t slow his pace.
He reached into his robes and pulled out the heavy, dark iron medallion Harmon had given him.
He channeled a microscopic fraction of his dark essence into the token.
The medallion instantly pulsed with a faint black light.
As Rhain stepped forward, the essence barrier did not stop him, allowing him to pass through completely unhindered.
The second floor was much smaller, and it did not have many martial arts.
In the absolute center of the room sat a single stone pedestal.
Resting upon it was an old, ancient-looking manual.
The Azure Cloud Sect’s sole Rare-Grade martial art.
Rhain walked up to the pedestal and picked up the manual.
He flipped it open.
His dark grey eyes quickly scanned the first few pages, analyzing the essence circulation routes and meridian pathways.
Then, he closed the book and dropped it back onto the pedestal.
Disappointment.
It was a cultivation technique.
To the rest of the sect, it was a priceless treasure.
To Rhain, it was entirely useless.
He already possessed the Epic-Grade Abyssal Sovereign Technique.
He didn’t waste another second and put down the technique.
He looked around, there were dozens of manuals neatly arranged on refined wooden racks.
These were the Uncommon-Grade martial arts of Azure Cloud Sect.
Rhain began to browse.
After twenty minutes of methodical searching, he made his selections.
Three manuals.
One palm technique: Flowing Cloud Palm.
One movement technique: Gale-Treading Steps.
One defense technique: Iron-Mountain Shroud.
Rhain tucked the three manuals under his arm and walked back down the stairs to the first floor.
He approached the front desk.
He placed the three manuals onto the polished wood with a dull thud.
The old man slowly opened his eyes.
His gaze dropped to the manuals.
Uncommon-Grade. Three of them.
The old man’s white eyebrows furrowed deeply.
He looked up, his sharp eyes locking onto Rhain’s face.
Even the most outstanding geniuses of the younger generation were only granted a single Uncommon-grade manual after undergoing rigorous evaluations.
Yet this arrogant brat dared to casually toss three Uncommon-grade manuals onto his desk!
"You..."
The old man opened his mouth, a harsh scolding already on the tip of his tongue.
However, those furious furious words he had prepared were instantly swallowed back down his throat.
His eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had suddenly realised something.
"Return them in thirty days," the old man said in a somewhat stiff, unnatural voice, pushing the manuals back across the table.
Rhain picked them up. "Understood."
As Rhain turned to leave, the old man looked at his back with a look of shock.
"Why wasn’t I aware," the old man murmured, staring at Rhain’s back, "that the Sect Master had given a disciple his personal token?"
......
Rhain returned to his courtyard.
He walked directly into the meditation room, closed the door, and sat down cross-legged on the floor.
He placed the three manuals on the floor in front of him.
Flowing Cloud Palm. Gale-Treading Steps. Iron-Mountain Shroud.
He closed his eyes and concentrated his thoughts.
With the unparalleled comprehension of his Abyssal Sovereign Physique, grasping the essence circulation routes and meridian pathways of these low-level sect techniques was as effortless as breathing.
He only needed a few hours to completely imprint the essence flow of all three martial arts into his mind and body.
Within three hours, he had memorized all three manuals.
Satisfied, Rhain sat cross-legged on the meditation platform and began cycling the Abyssal Sovereign Technique, drawing the courtyard’s dense essence into the hungry void of his dantian.
......
At the same time, in the outer disciple quarters.
Seris sat quietly on her bed, soundless and motionless.
Under the dim, flickering candlelight, a white and round pill could be seen in her palm.
A faint, incredibly pure fragrance drifted from the pill.
Seris’s beautiful eyes stared at the pills, a complex expression wavering in her gaze.
I cannot remain this weak...
If I stay like this, I will only ever be a burden. I will never be able to stand by his side, let alone help him.
She refused to be left behind.
Without another moment of hesitation, Seris raised her hand, placed the flawless pills between her lips, and swallowed it.
BOOM!
The moment the pill reached her stomach, it dissolved.
An unimaginably massive and terrifyingly pure surge of energy vigorously exploded within her body!
"Ah...!"
A painful gasp escaped Seris’s lips.
The sheer purity and volume of the pill’s medicinal efficacy were far beyond what her current meridians could withstand.
But before her meridians could shatter, something else happened.
The overwhelming purity of the pill triggered an unexpected reaction in her body.
An irresistible, blade like sharp cold energy abruptly rose from her core, sweeping through her entire body. Her delicate frame stiffened in extreme pain, completely immobilized by the sudden onslaught.
It hurts... so cold...
The biting cold sensation instantly overloaded her senses.
Her vision flooded with absolute darkness, and her consciousness was forcefully severed.
Unable to bear the violent reaction, her dainty body swayed and collapsed softly onto the bed.
She had completely lost consciousness.
As she lay there breathlessly, a bizarre and terrifying transformation began to take place.
Hu...
A frosty, icy aura suddenly erupted from her skin, violently sweeping across the room like a cold winter storm.
The temperature plummeted in a flash.
The wooden bed, the floors, and the surrounding furniture were rapidly covered in a thick layer of snow-white frost.
Her silver-white hair, which had originally fallen gently behind her shoulders, under the hazy light of the room, those pure white strands gradually began to change, taking on a mystical, breathtaking hint of ice-blue.
At the same time, a mesmerizing, transcendent silver glow silently seeped out of her delicate skin.
The silver light gently wrapped around her exquisite, unmoving figure, enveloping her completely.
Lying there, bathed in the frosty aura and the dreamy silver glow, she looked absolutely flawless, like a sleeping fairy who had just descended from the highest heavens.
