Immortal Sect's Supre Star.
As ng Yu walked past the display window, a bright reflection revealed a handso and scholarly face—a sixteen-year-old boy in his pri, his smile as gentle as water.
Yet, he couldn't help but recall the scene from three months ago, when the original host had slit his wrist, leaving behind a blood-written ssage throughout the house.
The original host committed suicide by wrist-cutting, and ng Yu crossed over to this world.
"Hello."
ng Yu waved at the mirror, and the illusion disappeared without a trace.
Not far away was the entrance to his ho, where soone was already waiting.
"Ah, ng Yu, why are you only coming back now? I've been waiting for you for two hours!"
An impatient middle-aged man stood at the door, his sharp features twisted in displeasure.
"I'm sorry, Uncle Two, the school had so issues today that kept until now," ng Yu apologized politely before opening the door.
In truth, if you made soone wait for two whole hours, it ant you really didn't want to see them.
Having opened the door, ng Yu glimpsed at the calligraphy on the wall.
"Do not neglect to do good things no matter how small, and do not commit evil things no matter how small."
These were the words left by his body's mother, hoping her child would live safely.
On the table lay sealed beverages, which the man picked up and imdiately drank.
"We agreed to sign the guardianship docunt today, what does making wait so long an?" Uncle Two said with an annoyed expression; he was dying of thirst.
"I'm truly sorry, there were so delays at school; by the way, about the money?" ng Yu asked, looking at Uncle Two sowhat timidly.
"I won't shortchange you, sign the guardianship docunt first, then we'll talk," Uncle Two replied.
ng Yu's father had died in battle seven years ago, and his mother had also died in the line of duty for the Enforcent Hall of the Immortal Sect a few years later. As both parents had perford missions for the Immortal Sect and had rits to their nas, their children were entitled to certain benefits in addition to the regular compensation, one of which was the eligibility to purchase the Third-Grade Marrow-Cleansing Pill upon eting certain conditions.
Although this benefit used to be free of charge decades ago.
The Third-Grade Marrow-Cleansing Pill was a coveted treasure, desired by many.
For instance, the original host wanted to exchange it but failed, pressured by the family until he snapped and chose to commit suicide by slitting his wrists. As a result, ng Yu transmigrated over, inheriting both the original host's mories and cultivation.
ng Yu's current identity was that of a high school student living alone, and next year's Immortal Sect college entrance examination would determine his future.
This was an era of widespread cultivation, with even fiercer competition. Scions of prestigious families had access to the best cultivation techniques from a young age, along with guidance from famous masters, and could use Spirit Pills freely, while ordinary families could only hope their children were geniuses.
ng Yu, too, hoped he was a genius, but the reality was that he wasn't, nor was the original host a genius; in terms of talent assessnt, they were just slightly better than ordinary people.
Both in the Five Elents bloodline, and in Divine Soul aspects.
At this mont, that Third-Grade Marrow-Cleansing Pill seed exceptionally important.
"Have you thought it through?"
"Uncle, I beg you, I have the college entrance exam next year, and a good school ans so much to . This one Third-Grade Marrow-Cleansing Pill could determine my future. Can't you please be generous and sign the consent form? If I succeed, it will be a good thing for the family too."
Two years ago, and last year, the original ng Yu applied twice to purchase the Third-Grade Marrow-Cleansing Pill, but his uncle - his guardian - vetoed it because the conditions were 'not right'.
In the Immortal Sect, the majority of people lack cultivation aptitude—not that they can't cultivate, but that no matter how they cultivate, even with all the Heavenly Treasures and Earthly Rarities piled up, their achievents would still be limited.
However, there are always so who believe in shaping their own destiny even at great expense, ending up with nothing to show for it, further burdening their families. Thus, in terms of the law, ng Yu's uncle, now his guardian, could veto any decisions until ng Yu turned 18.
The uncle smiled, his face filled with feigned kindness.
"ng Yu, I understand that you need this Third-Grade Marrow-Cleansing Pill, but you also need to think about your future.
To buy the Third-Grade Marrow-Cleansing Pill, you'd have to spend a million, using up all your savings and even mortgaging the house. What if you fail in your breakthrough?
Why not leave it for the family? Everyone will rember your generosity, isn't that good?"
"Your innate talent is poor, and even with the Third-Grade Marrow-Cleansing Pill, there's a 70% chance of failure. By choosing to take the money, you wouldn't have to worry in your next life, right?"
"Trust , the family will compensate you double. I'll find you a new one next year."
If it weren't for the imminent signing of the entrustnt docunt, the second uncle wouldn't have bothered to speak to him so nicely. Keep in mind, before this, he had used many thods to force this young man into a corner with no way out.
"But, I still want to try. After all, there is a 30% chance of success, isn't there?"
Ten thousand years ago, the Immortal Sect ruled the world, and in this world where mighty power was vested in the self, one's personal cultivation determined their future.
People were divided into commoners and citizens, with different ranks enjoying different treatnts and benefits. Although having money could let one live safely and comfortably for a lifeti, ng Yu didn't want that at all.
Moreover, a Third-Grade Marrow-Cleansing Pill, if bought through the official channels, would cost five million per pill!
"ng Yu, don't be obstinate!"
The second uncle sneered. Were it not for the strict surveillance, and the fact that this brat's identity was sowhat special, did he think he could have lived up till now?
"Your parents are gone, and now I'm the one looking after you. I won't allow you to waste resources like this!"
"Then I just won't buy the Third-Grade Marrow-Cleansing Pill. We can go our separate ways!"
ng Yu took a deep breath and said resolutely.
"Whatever you like is fine by ."
The second uncle smiled similarly. It's true that everyone really wanted the Third-Grade Marrow-Cleansing Pill, but it wasn't like they couldn't buy it from the market. Although five million was a bit much, they could grit their teeth and buy it if need be. The most important reason they pressured him was that ng Yu's mother was born from a concubine!
The children born from the legitimate wives, of course, hated this woman and her child. That's why he used ans to beco the boy's guardian, legally restricting him ti after ti, enjoying seeing him struggle and suffer.
This brat was quite tough before. On his second visit, he even declared that he would rather die than back down and threatened to sue them.
"Can't we negotiate?"
ng Yu looked at his second uncle. When applying for a Third-Grade Marrow-Cleansing Pill, the system would send a notification to the guardian. If the guardian does not respond within seventy-two hours, it would be considered consent.
"We're doing this for your own good. You need to understand our difficulties."
He intended to thwart him completely, including previously enticing him to gamble and so on.
"Alright then."
ng Yu sighed and gazed at the calligraphy on the wall.
"Your mother was a good person, a genuinely good person. The calligraphy she left behind is excellent, and you should learn well from her."
The second uncle said with a smile, reveling in bullying straightforward people like ng Yu.
Without killing the poor, how could one beco rich, right?
The room fell into silence. It wasn't just about the profit—the man simply wanted to watch ng Yu distressed and helpless; he wanted to press him into the dirt!
You're upset, aren't you? Go ahead and sue , let's fight it out in court, I'll stall you for years...
But why are his own hands so weak and powerless, and why does he suddenly feel sleepy?
It was then that he rembered, upon arriving at the door, he was quite thirsty and had finished off two bottles of a drink.
"You little bastard, you drugged ..."
ng Tianyou reached for his phone, but ng Yu ca up behind him, grabbed his neck, and with a forceful twist, rotated it a full circle.
The man collapsed on the desk, never to make another sound.
Outside, night had fallen, and the sky was thick with dark clouds.
Only the light in the living room flickered, illuminating everything, including the row of characters on the wall.
Do not refrain from doing good due to its insignificance, do not commit evil because it is trifling.
Yes, that's exactly right.
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