Yu Xuan stepped into the building and was immediately greeted by a glowing inscription on a floating plaque:
[Pay 100 Sect Points Here for a Week] which suspiciously looked like a QR code.
Not bothering to overthink it, he casually tapped his medallion against the glowing symbol. A faint chime rang, and a moment later, 100 Sect Points deducted from his balance.
There was no mention of extended stays. For now, a week would do.
As he stepped deeper into the hall, Yu Xuan noticed how the interior defied spatial logic — it was far larger than the exterior had led him to believe.
The place exuded spatial refinement, likely built by formation or a space expert.
Approaching the reception counter, he was met with a rather unexpected sight: a bald, purple-skinned disciple with a massive build and surprisingly delicate glasses perched on his nose.
He was seated comfortably, absorbed in a thick book titled "Philosophy of Cosmic Balance and Constructs: Volume VI."
Yu Xuan cleared his throat politely. "Hello, Senior. Where should I go to receive my room key?"
The purple-skinned senior looked up, touching his glasses which flashed briefly, and then he offered a calm, professional smile.
Without a word, he reached into a nearby stack and pulled out a glowing talisman.
He handed it to Yu Xuan and said in a deep, tranquil voice, "Room 132. First floor. That talisman functions as your access key. If you’re staying longer than a week, remember to renew it — and if you don’t you will find yourself outside automatically."
Without waiting for a reply, he flipped his book open again and resumed reading, effectively ending the conversation.
Yu Xuan accepted the matter as settled. Holding the talisman between his fingers, he followed the dimly glowing signs lining the corridor until he arrived at Room 132.
The room was modest. Clean, compact, and sparsely decorated — just enough for temporary cultivation.
It didn’t hold a candle to the personalized residence Elder Kun had set up for him, but it would suffice for now.
Setting his belongings aside, Yu Xuan sank into the bed, letting his body relax. Then, with a thought, he whispered mentally:
A sleek, golden-black screen materialized silently in front of him. The familiar interface glowed in the dim light, waiting.
=== Status Window ===
[Title]: Reincarnator, Young Master, Young Genius, Flower of Yu Clan
[Traits]: Soul Vision, Mental Resistance, Adaptive Mind
[Cultivation Realm]: Qi Condensation (1/12)
- Physical Strength: 7/100
- Spiritual Strength: 10/100
- Soul Strength: 100/100
[Spiritual Root]: Origin (EX)
[Cultivation Technique]: ??? Technique [Please Enter Name]
[Martial Technique]: ??? Technique [Please Enter Name]
[Physique]: Darkness & Light Origin Physique (EX)
[Bloodline]: The Darkest Light (M+)
[Dao Comprehension]: N/A
[Arts]: Magic Swordsmanship of the Avalon Imperial Family (E+^)
[Skills]: Telekinesis (B+), Immortal’s Gaze (SS+^), Fated Encounter (???)
Looking at his status, Yu Xuan mentally focused on the cultivation realm section.
A new, subtle glow outlined the area — he clicked on it with a thought, and more details unfolded before his eyes.
[Qi Condensation: 1/12]
[Gates – 1st Realm Pathway: 12/12]
[Primary Meridians(organs) Awakened: Lung, Kidney, Large Intestine, Bladder]
[Extraordinary Vessels: Ren Mai, Du Mai.]
He blinked, a little surprised.
He had expected the process to be long and demanding — each gate opening through relentless meditation, pain, and fortuitous timing.
But somehow... it had been smooth. Was it the cultivation technique? His innate talent? Or something else entirely?
He remembered from the texts that ordinary cultivators typically opened at most nine gates at every cultivation stage.
That was the heavenly limit for human race — a soft cap imposed not by cultivation methods, but by heaven’s themselves.
Humans had it hard, especially those without backing or special physiques.
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Yet Yu Xuan had passed that threshold from the very start. Twelve gates. Fully opened. No resistance.
He didn’t feel pride. Instead, a deeper determination settled in his heart.
If he wasn’t born a Heaven’s Chosen, he had to become someone the heavens couldn’t ignore.
Besides, he had long dismissed the idea that "cultivation is defying the heavens." That was too simplistic.
If the heavens truly opposed cultivators, why would they allow cultivation at all?
Why would they offer spiritual energy, way to open meridians, or bestow fortune?
Why would tribulations come only after a certain level?
He suspected there was something deeper.
And he was still far too weak to understand.
With a breath to calm himself, Yu Xuan closed the screen. The golden text faded away into his consciousness.
He always overthinks everything.
He sank into bed, and the moment his head touched the pillow, a soft warmth spread across his body.
The fatigue of the day caught up to him all at once.
Like that, Yu Xuan drifted off into his dreams.
Waking up the next morning, Yu Xuan’s first task was to find the public bath.
Having a powerful digestion system that converted nearly all of his food into energy had its benefits, but even so, a good bath was essential.
The bathhouse was located on the same floor of his residence, tucked at the far end with two sections clearly marked: Male and Female.
He stepped into the male section and found ten private bathing rooms, each marked with a carving of water cascading down like a waterfall. Three of them were glowing faintly, indicating they were in use.
Yu Xuan entered an available room and took a refreshing bath.
Once finished, he dried off and stepped outside, this time wearing the standard robes of the Yu Clan.
He didn’t want to stand out too much — especially not with his official Elemental Peak robes, which shimmered with multicolored light.
The other disciples mostly minded their own business, and he preferred to blend in for now.
He strolled through the streets, stomach gently growling, looking for something to eat. Along the way, he overheard various disciples whispering in groups.
Though the faces and voices changed, the topic remained the same.
"Did you hear? The Temporary Discipline Committee Head is in town."