First thing he saw was a blue window superimposed on his field of vision.
Welcome To the Mentor System!
WARNING: Some features will be locked until you have accepted your first Disciple!
Go forth and become the greatest mentor both the immortal and mortal worlds have ever known!
Welcome To the Mentor System!
As a welcome gift the system will give the user 100xp!
“GODDAMIT!!!”
Seeing the window, he immediately figured out he had been isekai’d with a system. After he had expressed his feelings on being ripped from his world and life. He then took a second to figure out how to dismiss the welcome message and begun to look around. He was in the middle of a slopped glade facing downhill. Behind him was nothing but forest till it reached the top of the hill and in front of him at the bottom of the forested hill was what looked like a small walled village. It vaguely looked like it belonged in the dark ages but with a lot of oriental influences. Once he saw that he was alone and didn’t have to run from some wolves or something he tried to bring up his system.
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Personal Cultivation
After figuring that out he tried mentally clicking on personal cultivation and shop.
Personal Cultivation
Wen Zixin
Mortal (no cultivation)
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Cultivation
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Cultivation Methods
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It wasn’t till he saw his name on the mostly empty Personal Cultivation tab that he realized he didn’t actually know his name. Wen Zixin didn’t think that was actually his name, but he couldn’t remember anything before showing up in this glade and the only knowledge that he had was that he’d been isekai’d and random generalized info. So, he might as well go with Wen Zixin for now. He also didn’t know what he looked like. Wen Zixin figured he’d find out he would get a chance to find out in town. Speaking of which he should probably get some things from the system shop if only to avoid standing out by walking out of the woods without any gear. Well, except for the robe like style clothes he had on. Looking under the Mortal Items section Wen Zixin saw that all items cost 1 xp. Thinking of this he tried to remember how much xp the system gave him.
User has 100xp!
“Alright, I should get what I need, get to town, get in a safe situation, then I can look at the rest.”
Wen Zixin went ahead and grabbed a bunch of things including some coin, a backpack to carry most of it, and a staff for walking and to ward of any animals. He started hiking down to the village. While he was walking, he kept an eye out for anything dangerous but it was peaceful and he got to enjoy the stroll. When he got closer Wen Zixin spotted a dirt packed road that was just outside the forest heading in the village's direction. Not see any reason not to he decided to take the road towards civilization. As he walked down the path, he heard footsteps coming from the distance behind him. Behind him there was a couple of men coming down the road at a fast walk and seeming in a heated conversation. As the two men quickly passed Wen Zixin was able to overhear a second of the conversation.
“... the clan’s tournament will start soon. If we don’t get in now, we might miss getting good seats.”
“Let us hope we can get through the mortal gates fast and avoid...”
Seeing that his presence drew no attention from the locals he felt better about trying to get into the village. It also seemed that there was some sort of competition happening soon. As he got closer Wen Zixin began to hear noises from a crowd getter louder with every step. Rounding a corner in the road with the forest no longer blocking his view he came upon the village that was looking more like a city now that he had a better view. He could see a few pagoda-like towers poking above what must have been at least a 100-foot wall. Straight ahead was a massive gate stretching from the base to the very top of that wall. With pictures of what looked like an epic story carved with such detail it took his breath away and stole his attention to the point he almost bumped into the crowd he heard earlier. Focusing on the crowd he saw they actually hanging back from the gate and splitting into two lines on the sides of the road heading into two gates half the size of the main gate on either side of it. Wen Zixin joined the one of the lines and kept both his ears and eyes open to figure out the situation. While Wen Zixin is waiting notices certain individuals walk through the crowd like sharks through a school of fish heading to the main gate. From the whispering he could hear he gathered that these were cultivators. They all kept a certain distance from each other and for some reason went through that huge gate one at a time. As Wen Zixin was getting closer to the front of the line to what was apparently called one of the mortal gates two cultivators, one looking to be middle-aged and the second appeared to be no more than 18 years old, approached the main gate at the same time. When both were at the threshold of the massive doors the older cultivator suddenly turned to the younger one and cried out.
“How dare you try to go before me while only in the middle stage of Qi Condensation. Let this be a lesson on knowing your place.”
So saying, the cultivator strikes at the young one sending him back while spitting out some blood and turns back toward the gate and continues on. Meanwhile, a third cultivator, looking like a wise old man white beard included, runs up from behind the two and hands something to the young one.
“Here Young Master, please eat this pill to heal any injures while I deal with this.”
Facing the back of the middle-aged cultivator the old one cries out and charges faster than Wen Zixin could track.
“How dare you strike the Young Master of the Bai Clan. You will pay for this with your life. You can only blame yourself for being a frog at the bottom of a well.”
With a punch so fast Wen Zixin could only see a brief smudge the same color as the old man’s robe appear and disappear between the middle-aged man and the old man. The middle-aged cultivator couldn’t seem to react in time leaving him with half his head caved in, before slumping to the ground dead. Wen Zixin was frozen in shock and terror, but was snapped out of it when the line he was in kept on moving like normal. FUCK! WHAT THE HELL!! WHY ISN’T ANYONE REACTING!!! He hears an older couple ahead of him discussing what happened and focuses on that while the two remaining cultivators frisk the body and walk on through the main gate with the young one leading.
“Seems like that other cultivator was just a rogue with no backing. How did he not recognize the prodigal son of the Bai Clan.”
“I know. He was lucky that the young master’s guard killed him. If he had walked into Bai City after doing that, he would have suffered far worse from the rest of the clan.”
“I hope the young master isn’t too injured to stay out of the tournament. I was looking forward to seeing if he would get first place.”
“He might not. I heard that the neighboring Cao Clan was sending some of their promising youth to try and suppress the Bai Clan.”
“Why would they do that? Do you know anything that would get them to risk offending their neighbor in a local decennial tournament?”
“You haven’t been paying enough attention. Supposedly a Five Mountain Sword Sect Elder couldn’t find anyone suitable in the sect to take on as a direct disciple and is hoping that a talented youth might appear.”
As the old couple’s discussion strayed from the fight to local rumors Wen Zixin stopped paying attention and got lost in his own thoughts. HOW CAN EVERYONE BE CALM! THAT MAIN GATE IS BIG ENOUGH FOR TEN PEOPLE! WHY DIDN’T THEY JUST WALK INTOGETHER AND HOW IS BEING KILLED LUCKY! I NEED TO STAY AS FAR FROM THOSE PSYCHO CULTIVATORS AS POSSIBLE! Wen Zixin kept all his emotions bottled up trying not to stand out in the crowd. While he struggled with getting his emotions under control the line steadily moved forward until he reached the mortal gate.