Amid the crumbling hall of a declining sect, a cacophony of angry voices filled the air.
“What’s with all this noise?”
Chu Tian groggily opened his eyes, only to be stunned by the sight before him—a group of people clad in ancient robes were hurling insults at him.
“What’s going on? Where am I?”
He tried to move but found his body paralyzed, his entire form numb. At the same time, fragmented memories flooded his mind as though forcefully uploaded.
“What the hell? Did I… transmigrate? No way! All I did was celebrate finishing college exams with a few drinks, and now this?”
Panic gripped him as he tried to sit up, but his body refused to obey. Slumped like a heap of useless flesh in a chair, he could only stare at the angry faces pointing fingers at him.
A middle-aged man in a green robe, his eyes red with emotion, stood nearby, bowing and apologizing profusely to the crowd. “Please, spare his life!”
“Spare him? Sect Master Chu, stop shielding him! Hand him over to the Tianxing Sect, or they’ll destroy our tiny sect with just a few elite disciples!”
“That’s right! He dared to spy on the Tianxing Sect Master’s daughter while she was bathing. We cannot shelter such behavior!”
“For the future of the sect, Sect Master, you must surrender him.”
The room was in chaos, and the Sect Master looked as if he were being publicly condemned. Chu Tian’s gaze darted between the accusatory crowd and the fragmented memories flooding his mind. He quickly pieced together the situation—he had been framed by a young woman.
That woman, Feng Luo, was the daughter of the Tianxing Sect Master, a third-tier sect. Chu Tian, however, belonged to the insignificant Tianyun Sect and was none other than the son of its Sect Master, likely to inherit the position.
What made him a target was his exceptional talent. At just sixteen, he had already reached the pinnacle of the Golden Core stage. This should have been a cause for celebration in the Tianyun Sect, but it posed a threat to the Tianxing Sect. They feared that if he continued to progress, Tianyun might rise to a third-tier sect, potentially surpassing them.
Thus, Feng Luo conspired with the son of Tianyun’s Grand Elder, a young man named Fang Long. Together, they lured Chu Tian to a secluded spot where Tianxing Sect assassins awaited. Feng Luo staged the scene to make it look like Chu Tian was peeping on her while she bathed. Though Chu Tian saw nothing, he was labeled a pervert, and a group attacked him.
In the end, Chu Tian’s body burned out his Golden Core in a desperate escape, leaving him crippled. Now, paralyzed and on the verge of death, he watched his last traces of soul dissipate.
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As he pitied the fading soul, Chu Tian silently promised, “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of your family.”
But his resolve was immediately tested as he realized he couldn’t move a muscle. The Sect Master, determined to protect Chu Tian, pleaded, “Everyone, as members of the Tianyun Sect, let’s at least hide Tian’er. If the Tianxing Sect comes asking, we’ll say he fled. How about that?”
Fang Long sneered. “Sect Master, you can’t cover this up. Just hand him over!”
The Sect Master, cornered, turned cold. “If you won’t relent, then I’ll take my son and leave the sect!”
The Grand Elder, Fang Long’s father, smirked. “Leave? Do you think you can get past us elders?”
The Sect Master clenched his teeth and stood protectively before Chu Tian. With a determined look, he declared, “Tian’er, don’t be afraid. If it comes to it, I’ll renounce my position as Sect Master and fight our way out!”
Moved by this selfless act, Chu Tian’s heart swelled with warmth. On Earth, he was an orphan who had never known a father’s love. Though this man wasn’t his real father, his genuine care struck a chord deep within.
Realizing that escape was impossible, Chu Tian mustered his courage and said, “Father, don’t worry about me!”
Hearing Chu Tian speak, the Sect Master’s eyes lit up with hope. “You can talk?!”
Chu Tian nodded, exhilarated to find his voice. His gaze locked onto Fang Long, and his voice rang with fury. “Fang Long, you despicable traitor! You lured me to Feng Luo’s bathing spot to frame me!”
The revelation stunned the other elders, who exchanged uneasy glances. Fang Long immediately denied it. “You’re slandering me!”
“Slandering you? Pfft! Do I need to? Who do you think you are, you cowardly scum?”
Fang Long’s face darkened with rage. “I’ll kill you!”
Desperate to silence Chu Tian before the truth spread, Fang Long lunged forward.
Just then, a mechanical voice echoed in Chu Tian’s mind.
“Ding~ Congratulations, Host! You have activated the Taunt and Fury System. Current Level: 0. Spiritual Spring depleted. Would you like to repair it?”
Chu Tian blinked in surprise. A taunt system? And it rewards me for making people angry?
As the Sect Master continued to shield him from attacks, Chu Tian shouted in his mind, “Repair it! Quickly!”
A surge of warmth coursed through his body, and when he checked internally, he saw a restored Spiritual Spring forming in his dantian.
“Spiritual Spring restored. Level: 0. Newcomer Gift Pack received. Would you like to open it?”
“Yes! Open it now!”
“Gift Pack Contents: One Beginner’s Experience Pill, Two Basic Earth Immortal Possession Tokens, Level 10 Growth Pack, and a defensive technique—‘Thousand Layers Demon Armor’ (unlocked at Level 5).”
Without hesitation, Chu Tian consumed the pill.
“Experience gained: 10,000. Level up to 9th Stage of Qi Refinement!”
As his cultivation soared, Chu Tian felt strength flood his body. He sprang to his feet, clad in the Thousand Layers Demon Armor—a shimmering black aura enveloping him like an unyielding fortress.
With a fierce roar, he charged forward, grabbing Fang Long and slamming him into the ground.
The crowd was stunned into silence. Chu Tian glared at the Grand Elder and his followers, his voice booming, “Anyone else? Step forward if you dare!”
Panic spread among the elders. The Sect Master, bloodied but alive, beamed with pride. “Tian’er…”
Chu Tian turned and smiled. “Father, rest now. Leave the rest to me.”
But the Grand Elder seethed. “You little brat! The Tianxing Sect will have your head!”
Chu Tian smirked. “Let them come. I’ll stomp them just like I stomped your useless son!”
“Ding~ Taunt successful. Fury Points +1.”
As Fang Long writhed beneath Chu Tian’s foot, spitting blood, he screamed, “Wait until Feng Luo’s people arrive! You’re dead!”
“Ding~ Fury Points +1.”
Chu Tian pressed harder, laughing coldly. “Let them come. You’ll all meet the same end!”
At that moment, a disciple burst into the hall, panicking. “Bad news! Two Golden Core experts from the Tianxing Sect are here for the Young Master’s life!”