2 Chapter II: Yao Long I
In a lavishly decorated room, bathed in soft sunlight filtering through the curtains, a young man of around 13 or 14 years old lay comfortably on a plush bed. His jet-black hair cascaded over the pillow, lending an air of mystery to his already captivating appearance. The rays of light gracefully danced upon his features, highlighting his strikingly handsome face and revealing a pair of mesmerizing, deep red eyes that seemed to hold untold depths of knowledge and determination.
Clad in elaborately detailed black and gold Chinese robes, the young man looked like a celestial being from an ancient legend. The intricate embroidery adorned the luxurious fabric, depicting mythical creatures and symbols that whispered of a noble lineage and ancient heritage.
His chiseled jawline exuded an aura of strength and determination, while his slightly tousled hair gave him an effortless charm. A single cross earring adorned his left ear, adding a touch of rebelliousness to his otherwise refined appearance.
His eyes, hinted at untold depths of wisdom and resilience. Long lashes rested gently against his cheeks, casting delicate shadows as he lay in peaceful repose. A faint smile played on his lips, as if he knew secrets hidden from the world, adding an enigmatic allure to his youthful countenance.
The young man's attire reflected both elegance and casualness, embodying a sense of refinement that contrasted beautifully with the room's opulence. His black and gold Chinese robes, with their intricate patterns and ornate designs, further elevated his ethereal charm.
In this serene moment, one could not help but be captivated by the young man's ethereal charm. He appeared as a protagonist from the pages of an ancient tale, destined for extraordinary adventures and legendary achievements. His presence in the room seemed to infuse it with an air of excitement and anticipation, as if the world held its breath, awaiting the unfolding of his destined journey. He clutched his head, gritting his teeth due to the overwhelming pain.
After a moment, he got up, breathing heavily and perspiring. He stood up from the bed and made his way towards the bathroom. While walking, he muttered to himself, "So, my name is Yao Long, and I live in the noble area of the Zhou Empire. My parents died two years ago in the forest, killed by a Genesis Beast."
Upon reaching the bathroom, he first indulged in a refreshing bath, the warm water soothing his tired muscles and washing away the remnants of drowsiness. Emerging from the water's embrace, he felt rejuvenated, ready to face the challenges that lay ahead.
After drying himself off, he carefully examined his toned physique, taking note of every and every muscle, as if each mark told a story of his past. His eyes locked onto his red Sharingan, a powerful tool he was determined to master.
Once dressed in fresh clothes, he stepped into the living room, where rays of sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a golden glow upon the floor. Lost in deep contemplation, he traced his fingers across the embroidered patterns of his black and gold Chinese robes, their intricate designs mirroring the path he sought to tread – one of ancient wisdom and formidable strength.
With a resolute gaze, he focused his mind on his future plans. Sitting amidst the opulent decor of the room, he meticulously devised a training regimen tailored to his unique talents and aspirations. Each step of the plan was carefully calculated, each technique chosen with the utmost precision, and every cultivation method weighed for its potential to unleash his true potential.
Time seemed to stand still as he immersed himself in this introspective process, envisioning the journey he was about to undertake. The room around him seemed to fade away, leaving only him and the tapestry of possibilities that lay ahead.
With unwavering determination, Yao Long set his sights on the pinnacle of cultivation, a goal that shone like a distant star in the vast expanse of the cosmos. He knew that his journey would be arduous, but he was prepared to embrace the hardships and persevere, for he carried within him the fire of ambition and the unyielding spirit of a warrior.
As the sun began to set, casting a warm, golden hue over the room, Yao Long stood up from his seat. The plans he had meticulously laid out were etched firmly in his mind, and his heart swelled with anticipation for the journey that awaited him.
With newfound clarity and determination, he stepped forward, his robes billowing like a cape behind him. As Yao Long walked, a blue screen appeared before his eyes, accompanied by a mechanical voice echoing in his head.
Ding! *[System initialization..."]
Ding! *[System successfully bound to the host's soul."]
Ding! *["Congratulations to the host for successfully binding the host's soul with the system. This system was created by God to assist the host on their journey towards the peak."]
Ding! *[The system has five functions named:
[Status]: The host can view his information and also see details about his enemies, as long as the target's cultivation is no greater than the host.
[Shop]: With it, the host can buy Medicine Pills, Equipment, Techniques, and Pets. In the Store, you can only buy with System Points, which the host can gain by killing certain enemies and Genesis Beasts.
[Inventory]: The host can store whatever he wants except for living things.
[Recycling]: With it, the host can exchange Equipment, Techniques, etc., for System Points.
[War pet]: In it, the host can store Pets."]
Ding! *["Congratulations to the host for obtaining the newbie pack. Please collect it yourself!"]
Yao Long decided to view his status first before opening the Newbie Pack. In his mind, he said, "Status!" and suddenly, a small holographic display appeared before him.
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[Host]: Yao Long
[Genesis Qi Realm]: None (EXP: 0/ 100) (+)
[Body Cultivation Realm]: None (EXP: 0/ 500) (+)
[Soul Cultivation Realm]: None (EXP: 0/ 400) (+)
[Bloodline]: ???
[Innate Skill]: Sharingan
[Soul Weapon]: Earring
[Martial techniques]: None
[Cultivation Methods]: None
[Inventory]: none
[System Points]:0
[Experience Points (EXP)]: 0
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As Yao Long gazed at the holographic display before him, he felt a sense of excitement and determination surge within him. The details of his status, once mere words on the screen, now held the promise of untapped potential and boundless opportunities.
The absence of cultivation realms beside his name only motivated him further, igniting a fire to rise and conquer the challenges that awaited him. With each "+" sign next to the cultivation realms, he knew he could progress and ascend to unimaginable heights.
The mysterious "???" beside the Bloodline entry intrigued him deeply. What secrets lay hidden within his heritage, waiting to be unraveled? As he peered at the Sharingan listed under his Innate Skill, he sensed the immense power it possessed, eager to unlock its true potential.
The Soul Weapon, the earring on his left ear, seemed to hum with energy, hinting at a deeper connection to his soul. He knew there was much to discover about this extraordinary item.
Gazing at the "None" under Martial Techniques and Cultivation Methods, Yao Long knew that his journey had just begun. While he lacked a formal training in these arts, he felt a surge of determination to acquire the most profound techniques and cultivation methods in the world.
The absence of items in his inventory served as a blank canvas, waiting for him to fill it with treasures, artifacts, and powerful tools that would aid him on his path.
As he noticed the "0" next to System Points and Experience Points, he understood that every effort he made and every challenge he overcame would contribute to the growth of his character. He was ready to embark on a quest to earn System Points and accumulate Experience Points, inching closer to his ultimate goal.
The holographic display represented a tapestry of his destiny, and with every aspect of his status laid bare before him, Yao Long knew that the journey ahead would be one of self-discovery, growth, and transcendence. He stood tall and resolute, ready to embrace the trials and tribulations that would shape him into the legendary figure he was destined to become.
The world of cultivation beckoned, and Yao Long was determined to leave an indelible mark upon it.
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The author, Heavens_Sovereign
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