11 Pulpit

"[Pulpit]activated, deducting soul intensity by 1."

"Pulpit properties: The current host has a cultivation level of 1. Within a range of ten thousand miles centered around the host, it randomly attracts the consciousness of three individuals. Consciousness attraction begins..."

A line of system prompts appeared.

After the text disappeared, a feeling of weakness and drowsiness suddenly attacked Lu Fan, and his mind became extremely sluggish. Obviously, this was the aftermath of having attribute points deducted from his soul intensity.

Then, a ray of light appeared before Lu Fan's drowsy eyes.

The light was dazzling, carrying an irresistible suction force, engulfing Lu Fan's consciousness.

...

Great Zhou Dynasty, Imperial Capital.

Zijin Palace.

Side hall, Royal Study.

Magnificent and solemn decorations, neatly arranged bookshelves filled with stacked bamboo scrolls and yellowed paper books that exuded a sense of age.

Under each bookshelf, eunuchs lowered their heads and stood quietly. They were very familiar with the location of each volume, and once they received the summon from the master of the study, they would immediately retrieve the corresponding books and present them respectfully.

In the center of the study.

The radiance of an oil lamp flickered in the dimness.

There was a young boy dressed in a loose black robe, sitting cross-legged on the desk carved with dragons and phoenixes. On the desk, a bamboo scroll was unfolded.

The words on the bamboo scroll were faintly visible under the dim light.

The boy held a brush, its tip dipped in thick ink emitting the fragrance of ink. He contemplated and wrote slowly.

Suddenly.

The tip of the boy's brush trembled, losing control and causing a large blotch of ink to spread on the bamboo scroll.

His eyes lost focus, and a booming sound of morning bells and evening drums echoed in his ears, causing him to lose his composure.

The boy sensed something was wrong. He opened his mouth, wanting to shout "Protect the Emperor."

However, before he could speak, everything turned black in front of him.

...

Lu Fan opened his eyes.

He sat up and looked around.

Drenched in cold sweat, he thought he had traveled back in time again.

What he saw was a flowing pale blue spiritual energy, like a fairyland on earth.

"Just entered the[Pulpit], please set a preaching title."

A familiar reminder popped up.

Lu Fan felt relieved. It turned out that he was inside the Pulpit.

However, now that Lu Fan had come back to his senses, did he still need to choose a title within the Pulpit?

Was the purpose of the title to maintain a sense of mystery?

After contemplating, Lu Fan let out a breath. Even though his soul intensity had been deducted, he decided to follow the rules.

Preaching title...

Lu Fan squinted his eyes and pondered for a while.

For a programmer who had wandered online in his previous life and believed "With a keyboard in hand, I can conquer the world," choosing a screen name was as simple as eating and drinking.

"How about calling the title 'The Dreams of Nine Hundred Million Girls'?"

Rubbing his chin, Lu Fan carefully considered and suggested.

"The title is not approved." The system prompted mercilessly.

Lu Fan's face stiffened slightly.

Was this screen name...not cool enough?

Lu Fan's expression became serious, "In that case, let it be '~Sweet Girl with a Coquettish Voice 3'."

"The title is not approved. Host, please try to be a good person."

Lu Fan: "..."

Rarely did he have a chance to liberate himself and express his personality, but it was repeatedly rejected by the system.

Helpless, Lu Fan realized he could only choose a more serious title.

The purpose of the title was to maintain a sense of mystery, and as a man who wanted to reshape the world with extraordinary means, calling himself a great fairy seemed appropriate. How about Ludaixian (Land Fairy)?

But that was too straightforward. "Lu" could also be pronounced "Liu." How about Liuliudaxian (Six-Six Great Fairy)?

Sure enough, once he chose this serious title, the system didn't object anymore.

"Preaching title [Six Great Fairy] successfully established, please enter the Pulpit."

The system's words popped up.

Lu Fan twitched his mouth, realizing he missed one "six"...

However, before Lu Fan could protest, he felt clarity returning to his vision.

 Buzz...

The rich spiritual energy churned, and beneath the pale blue spiritual energy, there was a huge floating altar.

Lu Fan realized that he was standing in the center of the altar.

Outside the altar was endless darkness and void.

The spiritual energy flowed down along the edge of the altar like a waterfall, creating a magnificent scene.

"So this is the 'Path Transmission Platform'?!"

Lu Fan was amazed. With so much spiritual energy, if he could absorb it, he would instantly become a divine being!

The spiritual energy within the Path Transmission Platform cannot be measured by strands.

Unfortunately, after trying, Lu Fan found that he could only observe the spiritual energy but not absorb or utilize it.

What function does this Path Transmission Platform have? Is it just about the abundance of spiritual energy?

He had expended some soul intensity to come here; it would be a waste to just look at the visible but untouchable spiritual energy and leave, right?

That would be too much of a loss.

"The 'Path Transmission Platform' can help the host construct secret realms, integrate and create cultivation methods, and forge treasures."

The system's explanation appeared.

Lu Fan was stunned and squinted his eyes.

"Construct secret realms? Integrate and create cultivation methods? It sounds a bit like a powerful programming tool."

Lu Fan pondered.

To transform a low martial world into a fantasy world, he needed more than just letting the spiritual energy spread throughout the world.

He also needed the people of the low martial world to feel the changes in the world and become stronger along with it.

As the saying goes, where there are people, there is a world of martial arts.

There must be people before there can be a world of martial arts.

The same goes for the fantasy world; there must be people for there to be fantasy.

Therefore, unable to change the overall environment, Lu Fan could only change the people to change the environment.

With this thought, Lu Fan seemed to have found a grand path.

Lu Fan looked around the Path Transmission Platform and realized that he hadn't observed it carefully before. At this moment, he discovered that the Path Transmission Platform resembled an Eight Trigrams array.

He was standing at the center of the array.

"乾 (Qian), 兑 (Dui), 离 (Li), 震 (Zhen), 巽 (Xun), 坎 (Kan), 艮 (Gen), 坤 (Kun)... These seem to be the eight runes of the Eight Trigrams array," Lu Fan squinted as he looked at the runes engraved on the altar.

The Eight Trigrams, mentioned in the Book of Changes (I Ching), were said to be created by Fuxi and were filled with metaphysical concepts.

Two polarities, yin and yang; four directions, the four phenomena; the Eight Trigrams rune array, altered and modified by the spiritual energy... formed this "Path Transmission Platform" beneath him.

Lu Fan took a deep breath, suppressing his excitement.

Although he didn't have much knowledge about the metaphysics of the Eight Trigrams in his previous life, seeing familiar things from his previous life in this unfamiliar world still stirred some emotions.

Lu Fan sat in the center of the pattern formed by the yin and yang.

With the change in his thoughts,

the runes seemed to jump like spirits in front of him.

However, there seemed to be some differences. These runes were not just for observation.

Lu Fan stared at these jumping runes.

"A total of twenty-seven runes."

Lu Fan murmured softly.

乾 (Qian), 兑 (Dui), 离 (Li), 震 (Zhen), 巽 (Xun), 坎 (Kan), 艮 (Gen), and 坤 (Kun) corresponded to Heaven, Lake, Fire, Thunder, Wind, Water, Mountain, and Earth.

In addition, there were also corresponding pairs of yin and yang, making a total of eighteen runes.

Apart from that, there were also numbers from one to nine, representing the nine extremes.

A total of twenty-seven runes.

With the change in his thoughts, Lu Fan discovered that these runes seemed to be able to arrange and combine with each other according to his will.

By arranging and combining the runes in the Path Transmission Platform, it seemed that various programs could be constructed, and the operation of the programs could form different secret realms.

This damn familiar feeling of not knowing where to put it!

Isn't this just programming?!

Lu Fan's mind shook.

This was his old profession.

Unfortunately, the Path Transmission Platform required the consumption of soul intensity attribute points, and Lu Fan found it difficult to bear this cost.

After all, attribute points were very precious to him.

Just as Lu Fan was contemplating,

Suddenly,

The entire space of the Path Transmission Platform seemed to have changed.

Lines of informative text popped up in front of him one after another.

"Yu Wenxiu (Identity: Emperor of Da Zhou) enters the Path Transmission Platform."

"Xiang Shaoyun (Identity: Prefect of Xi County) enters the Path Transmission Platform."

"Nie Changqing (Identity: Owner of the Pork Shop in Beiluo City) enters the Path Transmission Platform."

Huh?

Lu Fan was taken aback.

He already knew that the Path Transmission Platform would randomly pull in three individuals, so he wasn't surprised.

What surprised him were the identities of the three.

The first two were fine, Emperor of Da Zhou and Prefect of Xi County; they sounded imposing.

But the third...

What kind of ghost was the owner of a pork shop in Beiluo City?