Heroes and summons like Diao Chan and Zhen Mi aren't Canglan natives—only Zhou Yan claims that root. Without special items, they can't dwell in Canglan. Such props exist: some grant permanent stays, others one-time visits. Permanent residents require lord registration, tying them to the lord's account. Zhou Yan's hazy on the details—just knows it's possible.
Lords chase conquests in the Lord Continent, rarely lingering in Canglan. Time flows evenly across both, save for rare anomalies—special zones with warped rates, scarce and storied. Canglan's Lord World dawned 15,000 years ago, its origins now myth. Zhou Yan's soul hails from Earth, as do Diao Chan and her ilk, eras apart. No coincidence—his colorful lord space likely crossed with him, awakening here. With them in this world, he vows to forge a mythic empire, lord-born and glorious.
Mediocrity once bound him—lack of chance, not will. Now, destiny bends.
At the Spiritual Bamboo House, he pulls Diao Chan and Zhen Mi close, guiding them to bed. Zhen Mi yields easily, at ease with him; Diao Chan's shy flush delights him. Rest alone awaits—no more tonight.
Day three of the novice trial dawns. They rise early, breakfast done, poised for action. Zhou Yan checks the Spiritual Field first—grains not only bloom but bear fruit. "Growing like weeds," he marvels.
Diao Chan nods, stunned. "We planted yesterday morning—one day to fruit? Unreal."
"I pegged harvest for tomorrow," he admits. "Underestimated the field's magic." Some crops might ripen by noon, fruits trailing to tomorrow or beyond. "We'll feast on our own tonight," he grins, pride swelling.
"Lord, monsters approach!" Zhen Mi's sharp mind senses them first, outpacing Diao Chan.
"Nice catch—let's clear 'em out!" Zhou Yan rallies Diao Chan, Zhen Mi, and Zhang San beyond the fence, ready for the assault. First, he eyes the eight Vinewood Demons. Detouring to the Spiritual Spring, he fetches ample water.
Pouring it on one Vinewood Demon, he watches it surge—growth tied to the dose. "More spring, more speed," he notes, upping the pour to ten liters. The demon sprouts into a tree, seven meters tall, vines thick and fierce.
[Territory Prompt: "Vinewood Demon growth complete. Evolving into Vine Demon."]
A colorful glow wraps it, reshaping it into a woman. Zhou Yan gapes. Clad in green, she bows. "This one greets her lord."
"No formalities," he replies, reeling. Her goddess-like visage mirrors someone familiar. He checks her stats:
[Name: Unnamed]
[Gender: Female]
[Age: 18]
[Race: Demon]
[Owner: Zhou Yan]
[Quality: SSS]
[Loyalty: 100]
[Level: 0]
[Upgrade Requirement: 40 soul coins]
[Charm: 30 (Base 3)]
[Luck: 5 (Base 0.5)]
[Strength: 6 (Base 0.6)]
[Physique: 6 (Base 0.6)]
[Agility: 2 (Base 0.2)]
[Spirit: 2 (Base 0.2)]
[Talent: Transformation (Vinewood Incarnate)]
[Skill: Vine Whip]
[Introduction: Mysterious evolution boosts stats tenfold. A vine seed turned demon by chance.]
"Demon race?" he murmurs, intrigued. His colorful space works wonders—he accepts it. "You're Si Teng," he declares.
"Si Teng thanks her lord," she beams, her look and name echoing a memory.
Seven seeds remain. He douses each with ten liters. Colored lights flare—seven figures emerge, four women, three men, all S-tier, less radiant than Si Teng's SSS.
"You're Si Hong, Si Ying, Si Si, Si Hua, Si Wu, Si Hu, Si Long," he names them. "You're kin—Si Teng leads as eldest."
"Thank you, Lord," they chorus. "Sister Si Teng guides us."
Soon, wolves—level 5 black, white, gray—swarm from the forest's edge.