Yun Cheng City
In the bustling city, people were going about their day when a sudden gust of wind swept through an empty space, stirring up a chaotic current in the air.
A grand pavilion slowly descended from the sky, landing gently on the ground. On the door, two poetic lines were written:
"Grasp the world and determine Yin and Yang; know the past and present to understand all things. Even the secrets of the heavens can be predicted!"
A young man with steady steps walked out, holding a large sign with three bold characters on it: Celestial Secrets Pavilion!
"What a ridiculous claim! How dare you say you can predict the secrets of the heavens?"
"Even the Great Emperor can't see the heavens clearly or control his own fate. What makes a swindler like you think he can?"
"Even if you had such a power, you'd pay with your life. Peeking into the secrets of the heavens is defying their will. At best, the heavens would curse you and shorten your life. At worst, you'd be turned to ashes!"
People on the street were murmuring and gossiping. At first, they thought this pavilion that had descended from the sky must be some divine artifact or the legacy of a mighty cultivator.
But who would've guessed it belonged to an actual scam artist?
"The Celestial Secrets Pavilion opens today! Everyone's welcome to come try their luck." The young man ignored the noise. He hung the sign and said this with a calm smile.
Then he turned and stepped back inside the pavilion. With the poise of a gentleman, he wouldn't lower himself to argue with the masses.
He sat on a simple cushion and let out a long sigh. He wasn't originally from this world. He had been brought here by some strange system.
[Celestial Secrets Pavilion System]
It held information about all the worlds and knew everything. It was like a massive database that gathered knowledge from countless realms — from the past and present of various races, the structure and composition of matter, the functions of heavenly laws, and more.
If the host wanted to access information, he had to spend a set amount of Celestial Points.
Celestial Points could be earned by recycling techniques, weapons, elixirs, spirit crystals, and natural treasures. The higher the value, the more points awarded.
These points could also be directly used to increase the host's cultivation level or deepen his understanding of techniques.
In short, Celestial Points were omnipotent — as long as you had enough of them, you could do anything.
Of course, the pavilion itself also had remarkable functions. Anyone who entered it would have their cultivation sealed if they were below the Venerable Realm. Their past and thoughts would be scanned and instantly shared with the host. This was the only source of free information.
Unfortunately, Lian Tianji knew absolutely nothing about this world or its cultivation realms. And the system? It was incredibly stingy and refused to share anything for free.
Lian Tianji had a plan:
Use the Celestial Secrets Pavilion as his factory, information as the product, and himself as the middleman. Buy low, sell high, grow his business gradually, and earn a massive amount of Celestial Points.
That way, he wouldn't have to run around risking his life like the protagonists of those eastern cultivation novels he used to read. No need to nearly die for a single pill.
Wasn't it better to just sit here, sell knowledge, and steadily improve his cultivation?
Everything was in place. Now he just needed the right customer. Unfortunately, things weren't going as planned — attracting customers was harder than he'd thought.
Seconds passed. Then minutes. Then hours.
Not a single person walked in.
"System, are you sure someone's going to show up?" he muttered, unable to hold back his frustration.
[Host, do not worry. The key to a successful business is consistency. As long as you persist, you will definitely succeed.]
"..."
"Consistency in what, exactly?" Lian let out another sigh. He knew people wouldn't easily trust something like the Celestial Secrets Pavilion.
And they had good reason. No one dared to interfere with the secrets of the heavens — such actions would invite divine wrath. People were afraid of that.
"I just hope I don't have to spend the rest of my life here alone."
Luckily, he didn't have to wait much longer. The first customer finally stepped into the pavilion.