"Elder Xuan, the acceptance ceremony for the new disciples is about to begin."
A soft voice echoed from outside the elegant pavilion.
Within it, a young man dressed in long, flowing robes slowly opened his eyes. A calm light flickered across his pupils as he stirred from his meditation.
"Got it. I'll be right there," he replied calmly, standing up with a gentle wave of his sleeve. His robes fluttered slightly, carried by a breeze that wasn't there.
He glanced outside the pavilion, where morning mist still lingered, shrouding the Profound Sword Sect in a serene atmosphere. The sect square would soon be bustling with new disciples—eager, nervous, and dreaming of greatness.
Xuan Yi, however, had long surpassed such ambitions.
"Earth... Shen Xuan Landmass…"
He sighed softly, a trace of nostalgia flickering across his expression.
He was not from this world.
He had once lived on Earth—modern-day Earth, twenty-first century. Life had been ordinary, predictable, maybe even dull. But all of that had changed the day he found himself transmigrated into this new realm—a place where swords could split mountains and cultivators flew across the sky.
Transmigration. Once just a trope from novels and fantasy stories, now it had become his reality.
But as every protagonist of such stories knew, transmigration rarely came empty-handed.
In his sea of consciousness, a mysterious system had embedded itself—his so-called golden finger. A miraculous gift, or perhaps the very cause of his transmigration. It granted him knowledge, quests, and power no ordinary cultivator could ever dream of. And with it, he had risen quickly through the ranks.
"Elder Xuan, tsk tsk tsk…" someone had once said with both envy and awe.
Despite his age—only twenty-five—Xuan Yi stood as an Elder of the Profound Sword Sect, one of the most prestigious positions in the sect.
The Profound Sword Sect, situated in the southern reaches of the Heavenly Wind Kingdom, wasn't the strongest force on the continent, but it held considerable influence in the surrounding regions. Among its elders, sect leaders, and disciples, Xuan Yi stood out for more than just his youth.
He was the only Nascent Soul Realm elder in the entire sect.
In fact, even within the sect's top echelon—consisting of the Sect Master and two Vice Sect Masters—only a few had reached the Nascent Soul Realm. And yet, Xuan Yi had already stepped into its first level.
While other transmigrators often started from scratch—struggling through Qi Condensation and Foundation Establishment—he had skipped all that. He had begun his journey as a powerhouse.
This wasn't just a good starting point. It was an extraordinary one.
Of course, he hadn't expected that. But then again, perhaps the System had been planning far more for him than he initially realized.
The Nascent Soul Realm was no joke.
To the average cultivator of the Heavenly Wind Kingdom, it was a realm of legends.
Even the kingdom's greatest expert—the ancestor of the imperial family—was only at the seventh level of the Nascent Soul Realm.
Xuan Yi, on the other hand, was just at the first level. Not much, perhaps, by Shen Xuan standards—but in the kingdom? He was nearly unmatched.
Still, this world was far bigger than a single kingdom.
The Shen Xuan Landmass was vast, unimaginably so. It was said to contain five major continents, each divided into hundreds of regions. Every region had hundreds of kingdoms like the Heavenly Wind Kingdom, each bustling with its own martial sects and cultivation clans.
In this immense world, Nascent Soul was only the beginning.
Cultivation Realms:
Qi Condensation
Qi Foundation
Soul Condensation
Nascent Soul
King Realm
Emperor Realm
Each realm was further divided into nine levels.
As for what lay above the Emperor Realm… even Xuan Yi didn't know. Those realms were too far removed from his current reality.
He hadn't even seen a King Realm expert yet.
The Heavenly Wind Kingdom had never produced one. Neither had any of the neighboring kingdoms. Even a Peak Nascent Soul expert was rare.
And yet, Xuan Yi had heard stories—tales that shook the soul.
There was once a battle.
Sixteen kingdoms allied together, bringing with them over a hundred Nascent Soul seventh-level experts, and dozens at the peak of the ninth level, to deal with a single enemy—someone who had just entered the King Realm.
They failed.
One person had annihilated all sixteen kingdoms.
That was the terror of a King Realm cultivator.
It was no longer a realm of mere strength. It was domination incarnate.
To break through from Nascent Soul to King Realm was as hard as ascending to the heavens. Ten thousand Peak Nascent Soul cultivators might not produce even one King Realm expert.
But to Xuan Yi, such a breakthrough… was only a matter of time.
After all, he had the System.
Returning from his thoughts, Xuan Yi's consciousness flickered, and a translucent panel appeared in front of him—only visible to his eyes.
[Character Panel]
Host: Xuan Yi
Realm: Nascent Soul, First Level
Talent: ??????
Sect: Profound Sword Sect
Disciples:
Lin Zhiyin – Realm: Second Level of Qi Foundation, Aptitude: 51
Wang Hu – Realm: Seventh Level of Qi Condensation, Aptitude: 36
Main Quest:▶ Any disciple's strength must reach the Soul Condensation Realm.
Rewards:
[Glory King Li Bai's Skill: Green Lotus Sword Song]
[Three attacks from Peak King Realm expert, Bing Yu]
Side Quest:▶ Have a disciple with more than 100 aptitude.
Rewards:
[Upgrade by two levels]
[Comprehend Sword Intent]
The moment he read through the quest panel, Xuan Yi's gaze sharpened.
The main quest was already difficult—having a disciple reach the Soul Condensation Realm was no small feat. But the rewards? They were enough to make even the strongest cultivator in the land drool.
The Green Lotus Sword Song—a legendary technique said to be passed down by the Glory King Li Bai. A technique powerful enough to slay enemies multiple realms above the user.
Even more desirable was the reward for the side quest.
Comprehending Sword Intent!
Sword Intent wasn't a martial skill—it was a concept, a higher understanding of the Sword Dao. Those who grasped it were called true sword geniuses.
A sword cultivator who had comprehended Sword Intent could fight across realms with ease. If Xuan Yi could unlock it, even at just the first level of Nascent Soul Realm, he might be able to challenge fourth or fifth-level Nascent Soul experts—and win.
But the most exciting reward of all?
"Peak King Realm expert, Bing Yu! Three attacks!"
The system had granted him the ability to summon Bing Yu, a mysterious expert at the Peak of the King Realm, three times.
Xuan Yi didn't know who Bing Yu was—man or woman, origin unknown—but it didn't matter.
A Peak King Realm cultivator was an existence capable of wiping out entire kingdoms with a wave of the hand.
These three attacks… they were his trump card. His life-saving grace. His declaration that no matter where he went—even beyond the Heavenly Wind Kingdom—he had power that no one would dare challenge.
With a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips, Xuan Yi turned and walked toward the sect square.
Today marked the beginning of a new era—for the sect, for the disciples… and for him.
After all, even the heavens couldn't stop a man with the system.