Yu Chen opened his eyes, and pain tore through his bones like wildfire. Every limb screamed.
He lay on a cold jade bed, plain and hard, the kind that barely let him move without wincing.
The Spiritual Qi around him was thinbarely enough to keep him alive.
The chamber was ancient and sparse.
Outside the window, mist curled around jagged peaks, Cranes flapped lazily, and distant Palaces peeked through the fog, He was in a Sacred Land
a respected sect, not one of those over-the-top immortal places.
Memories that weren't his own flooded him.
"White Lotus Sect…"
"Holy Son… Yu Chen…"
"I… transmigrated? And I'm a Holy Son now?" He forced himself upright, wincing. "Well… this start isn't exactly glamorous."
The body he had taken over belonged to a Holy Son whose ambitions had soared too high.
To secure his place for the upcoming Holy Assessment three months away, he had recklessly pushed toward the Golden Core Realm.
Predictably, it backfired. Cultivation Technique collapsed, meridians shredded, seven-tenths of his strength gone. The guy had become a joke, both inside the Sect and outside.
The Holy Assessment was merciless. Every Holy Son and Holy Daughter got graded on cultivation and contributions. Fail, and resources were slashed. Fail badly, and your title could be stripped you'd be cast into the Mortal World like garbage.
His predecessor had gambled and lost. Soul dissipated, leaving only this crippled body and a fading reputation. Bonus? His Soul came from Blue Star, which was… something, at least.
"Broken foundation… regressed cultivation… surrounded by wolves… huh, what a warm welcome." Yu Chen rubbed his forehead. Things were already messy.
[Ding! Detected that the Host's Soul Fusion is complete, world rules analysis finished…]
[Myriad Entry, officially activated!]
A cold, mechanical voice whispered in his mind.
Yu Chen grinned. A System? He knew exactly what that meant—he'd read enough novels to understand the power this brought.
"System, what can you do?"
[This Myriad Entry can view and copy the Entry of myriad things, and fuse low-grade Entry into high-grade Entry without any cost or cooldown.]
[Currently viewable Entry Qualities: White, Green, Blue, Purple.]
[More functions will be gradually unlocked as the Host's strength increases.]
Simple. Ruthless. Overpowered. No restrictions. Golden Finger, full access.
Yu Chen focused. Instantly, a translucent screen appeared before him, floating like a high-end interface from a game.
[Host: Yu Chen]
[Realm: Foundation Establishment Middle Stage (Fell due to severe injury, originally Foundation Establishment Perfection)]
[Entries:
[White Lotus Scion] (Blue): As a Holy Son of the Sect, Luck slightly increased, and White Lotus Sect Spiritual Techniques progress slightly faster.
[Damaged Foundation] (Gray): Spiritual Qi circulation sluggish, Cultivation progression 300% harder, current Realm strength cannot be fully utilized.
[Handsome Appearance] (White): Appearance is strikingly good.
[Diligence Compensates for Lack of Talent] (Green): Effort can make up for deficiencies in talent.]
One blue… one gray negative… a white… and a green.
Miserable
That glaring gray Entry, [Damaged Foundation], was like shackles, firmly keeping him pinned.
"I have to fix this fast." Yu Chen exhaled slowly.
The appearance of the Myriad Entry gave him hope, the first glimmer of a way to escape this crippled state.
He rose and pushed open the door of the Quiet Room. Two green-robed disciples guarding the entrance immediately bowed.
"Greetings, Holy Son."
Polite words, but the faint trace of disdain hidden in their eyes did not go unnoticed.
Yu Chen's gaze swept over them.
[Name: Feng Tao]
[Realm: Qi Refining Eighth Layer]
[Entries:
[Mediocre Aptitude] (White)
[Slightly Proficient in Fists and Kicks] (White)
[Utterly Loyal] (Green): High loyalty to affiliated power or designated target.]
[Name: Lin Jie]
[Realm: Qi Refining Ninth Layer]
[Entries:
[Mediocre Aptitude] (White)
[Agile] (Green)]
Sure enough, the Myriad Entry let him see other people's abilities instantly.
He allowed a faint smile. Nothing here could hide from him.
Without changing his expression, Yu Chen nodded once and walked toward the Scripture Pavilion he remembered. He needed a crowd to test the core function of the System and to collect "samples" while he could.
The courtyard was alive. Pavilions and towers stretched skyward. Waterfalls and flowing streams glimmered in the mist. Disciples moved about endlessly. When they saw him, the "famous" Holy Son, they bowed and stepped aside. Yet whispers and pointed fingers followed him wherever he went.
"Look! It's Holy Son Yu Chen…"
"Such a pity. Once a genius no one in a century could match in White Lotus Sect…"
"Foundation shattered… Dao path broken.
I heard the Elders are already planning to strip him of his title after the Assessment."
"Enough! How can we discuss matters concerning the holy son"
Yu Chen ignored them all. His gaze drifted across the disciples like a scanning lens.
[Mediocre Aptitude] (White), [Slightly Proficient in Swordsmanship] (White), [Fire Spirit Body] (Green), [Strong as an Ox] (White), [Exceptional Comprehension Ability] (Green), [Proficient in Water Skills] (White)… Most entries were White or Green. Occasionally, he caught a Blue one—[Management Expert] (Blue) on a Deacon, [Clear Sword Heart] (Blue) on a Core Disciple.
A grin tugged at his lips.
"System, copy [Fire Spirit Body] (Green)."
[Ding! Copy successful! Saved to Entry Library. Host can equip anytime.]
He felt nothing no pain, no tingle. Even the disciple who had it was oblivious, chatting away with his companions.
"Equip."
A warm current ran through his body, sharpening his perception of Fire-attribute Spiritual Qi between Heaven and Earth.
"Perfect." Yu Chen's eyes gleamed. Without pausing, he began collecting more.
[Ding! Copy successful, obtained [Strong as an Ox] (White)!]
[Ding! Copy successful, obtained [Agile] (Green)!]
[Ding! Copy successful, obtained [Proficient in Water Skills] (White)!]
[Ding! Copy successful, obtained [Slightly Proficient in Pill Theory] (Green)!]
In only a short stretch, dozens of White and Green entries filled his library, a mix of talents and attributes he could call his own.
Soon, he reached the Scripture Pavilion a nine-story tower, ancient and majestic, exuding a quiet but imposing aura. At the entrance, an old man with white hair and a long beard reclined on a chair, appearing to doze.
Yu Chen's pupils narrowed slightly.
[Name: Mo Yuan (Scripture Pavilion Guardian) ]
Entries:
[Dao Follows Nature] (Purple): Mind perfectly aligned with the Dao; cultivation speed enhanced.
[Ethereal Sword Technique] (Blue): Sword moves flow like wind, precise and deadly.
[Universal Comprehension] (Purple): Well-read, dabbles in most Cultivation Techniques, Spells, and Secret Knowledge, Comprehension Ability is extremely increased.
[Heavenly Composure) (Green): Immune to minor spiritual attacks and mental interference]
[Sweeper Monk] (Blue): Cultivates in seclusion within an ordinary position, making true strength difficult to detect.
[Bookworm] (Blue)]
Purple entries! And two of them!
This unassuming old guardian was actually a hidden Peerless Expert!
"System, copy [Dao Follows Nature] and [Universal Comprehension]!"
[Target Entry quality is Purple, physical contact with the target is required for copying.]
Contact is required?No problem. Yu Chen adjusted his expression to perfect respect, stepped forward, and bowed lightly.
"Disciple Yu greets Elder Mo."
The old man's cloudy eyes opened lazily, a faint nod acknowledging him. "It's Yu Chen. Go in." His voice was flat, unreadable.
Yu Chen's sleeve brushed the back of Mo Yuan's hand as he handed over the Jade Slip.
That was all it took.
[Ding! Copy successful! Purple Entry Dao Follows Nature obtained.]
[Ding! Copy successful! Purple Entry Universal Comprehension obtained.]
A surge of silent exhilaration flowed through him, but his face remained calm. He collected the Jade Slip and stepped into the pavilion.
The inside was a sea of smoke and shelves, each packed with jade slips and ancient books. Without wasting time, he moved to a quiet corner.
"Equip Dao Follows Nature. Equip Universal Comprehension."
Boom. A clap of thunder inside his mind.
The world shifted. Spiritual Qi no longer drifted aimlesslyit formed streams, colors, currents. Every obscure cultivation technique became instantly familiar. The essence of each technique unfolded in his mind with shocking clarity.
The faint green light of his previous Diligence Compensates for Talent felt like a candle next to the radiance of these Purple entries.
But the core problem remained.
The gray shackles of Damaged Foundation still lingered.
"System, fuse entries."
He scanned his Entry Library dozens of White and Green abilities ready to be merged.
[Fusing three Mediocre Aptitude entries.]
[Ding! Fusion successful! Green Entry Cultivation Prodigy obtained.]
Instantly, warmth flowed through his body. Meridians opened, sluggish Qi surged. Spiritual absorption accelerated.
Step by step, he fused everything relevant:
[Basic Swordsmanship] + [Proficient in Water Skills] → [Martial Arts Mastery].
[Martial Arts Mastery] (Green):
Exceptional comprehension and execution of mortal martial arts.
White and Green entries melted into stronger forms, some even ascending to Blue. Equipped.
A rumble grew inside him, a quiet roar of energy. Combined with the Purple entries, it triggered a chain reaction. Spiritual Qi from the air converged into a visible vortex, pouring into him, repairing and enhancing his body.
Foundation Establishment Middle Stage. Middle Peak. Late Stage.
Break!
Foundation Establishment Perfection.
The gray Damaged Foundation melted away like frost under sunlight. In its place appeared a new Blue Entry: Stable Foundation. His path cleared.
Yu Chen exhaled slowly, letting the new strength flow through him. Limbs, bones, mind everything felt reborn.
But the pavilion didn't stay quiet. The vortex, the surging breakthroughs it couldn't be hidden.
Every disciple on the first floor froze, eyes wide in disbelief.
"Spiritual Qi… a vortex?!"
"Someone's breaking through!"
"Wait… isn't that the crippled Holy Son?"
"Foundation Establishment Perfection… after being ruined? How?!"
Then came mockery. A sharp, arrogant voice cut through the murmurs
"Oh? So this is causing all the noise. The 'Crippled Holy Son,' huh?"
The crowd quickly parted as if avoiding a plague . A youth in luxurious brocade robes, expression venomous, stepped forward. A small entourage trailed him. Eyes cold, sneer poised.
"You didn't… use some forbidden technique to save face, did you? Pathetic."
Yu Chen's mind flicked. Memories surfaced
Zhao Gan, scion of the Great Zhao Clan, longtime rival of the previous occupant, and a serious contender for the Holy Son seat. He'd been quietly stoking the predecessor's downfall, and now… he was here, underestimating Yu Chen.
"System scan Zhao Gan"
[Name: Zhao Gan]
[Realm: Foundation Establishment Late Stage]
[Entries:
[Imperial Family Disciple] (Blue): Noble lineage, Luck slightly increased.
[Gold Spirit Body] (Blue): Exceptional Gold-attribute physique, speed of cultivating Gold-attribute techniques doubled.
[Vindictive] (Green): Holds grudges, narrow-minded, driven by revenge.
[Skilled Swordsmanship] (Green)]
Yu Chen's eyes were calm, unshaken, but inside, a flicker of interest sparked. Two Blue entries, and that Gold Spirit Body in particular, were worth noting.
He didn't bother responding to Zhao Gan's sneers. Step by step, he walked forward.
The crowd parted like a tide, murmurs spreading behind him.
Zhao Gan's gaze burned with fury, disbelief etched across his face, yet Yu Chen moved as if he didn't exist just as he had done with the Guardian Elder moments ago.
Just as their shoulders were about to brush, Yu Chen's hand lightly tapped Zhao Gan's shoulder.
Like greeting an old friend.
"Junior Brother Zhao," he said, stopping, a faint, knowing smile on his lips,
"Thanks for your concern."
[Ding! Copy successful! Obtained Blue Entry [Imperial Family Disciple]!]
[Ding! Copy successful! Obtained Blue Entry [Gold Spirit Body]!]
Zhao Gan froze, blinking, stunned by the casual tone and the unexpected contact. Before he could react further, he slapped Yu Chen's hand away with visible disgust.
"Who are you calling Junior Brother! Don't get familiar! Yu chen, mark my words the Saint Assessment"
His words died in his throat.
Yu Chen had already turned, ignoring him completely. He faced the shocked crowd instead, and Elder Mo Yuan, the Scripture Pavilion Guardian, who had hurried over, stood at the entrance, eyes wide in disbelief.
Yu Chen laughed, a crisp, clear sound that echoed across the pavilion
"I spent some time in Secluded Cultivation… and managed to break through a minor Realm, disturbing my fellow disciples in the process."
His voice was light, almost teasing, as if he'd merely strolled across the hall.
The fierce Spiritual Pressure of Foundation Establishment Perfection radiated from him, barely contained. The "frail" look he'd once had had vanished completely, leaving nothing but calm, untouchable power.
The crowd went silent.
"Insight during Secluded Cultivation? Breaking a minor Realm?" murmured some, dumbfounded.
From Foundation Establishment Middle Stage, badly injured, to Foundation Establishment Perfection… and he called that slightly breaking through a minor Realm?
Zhao Gan's face turned red, then pale, then twisted in disbelief, as if he'd swallowed something bitter.
Yu Chen ignored the murmurs behind him and Zhao Gan's scowling glare. Power thrummed through his veins, the new entries humming in harmony. A faint, almost lazy smile curved his lips as he stepped out of the Scripture Pavilion.
Sunlight fell across him, warm and effortless, like the world itself was bending to take notice.
From this moment on, nothing would ever be the same.