Nascent Soul Realm

"I guess it's not too much..." Long Tian said, as he cleaned his mouth with a handkerchief.

"Then... I'll head back if that's all you have to say." Long Tian said with a neutral tone as he stood up.

"That's all, you can go." Long Yan said, as he also went away while signaling the maids to clean the dining hall up.

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[Long Tian's Room]

"Now then, shall we use everything I've gotten!?" He muttered with a smirk as he opened up his inventory and took out the Talent upgrading card which he held with one hand and looked at it carefully.

"So... this is supposed to increase my talent huh!?" He said while looking at the pure white card with some black markings.

"Guess I shouldn't judge it based on its looks." He said before tearing it off. The system had already dispatched knowledge on how to use these types of cards, and that was just by tearing it off.

As soon as he tore it apart, it shone brightly, making everything inside the room glow in pure white before it slowly hovered up to his forehead. Surprisingly, that glowing thing that came out after tearing the card went inside smoothly, as if there were no obstacle on its way.

When it went inside, Long Tian's whole body started to feel hot, really hot, as sweat dripped off his forehead like a waterfall.

"Ugh..." he let out a small, pained growl, as the hotness was increasing by the second.

It went on and on for the next two minutes before everything reset, like it never happened. The hotness he felt inside his body disappeared, and the pieces of the card that were on the floor after he tore it also disappeared.

"Holy smokes, that was a bit painful..." he groaned, as he touched his forehead, feeling no difference whatsoever.

"Hey system," he called his system out.

[Ding, yes?]

"Why don't I feel any difference? Wasn't it supposed to increase my talent grade?" Long Tian asked with a confused look.

[Ding, of course, you wouldn't feel it. Talent isn't like cultivation realm where you'll feel the slightest difference.]

[Please open up your status screen and you'll see the difference.]

"Alright, status open."

[Name: Long Tian

Title(s): Young Master of the Long Family, Genius, Transmigrator, System User

Age: 18 Years Old

Sex: Male

Cultivation Stage: Golden Core (1st Stage)

Talent: Primordial Grade

Bloodline: None

Techniques:

--- Body Flicker

--- Air Step

--- Buddha's Palm

--- Spearmanship]

"Oh... so my talent really did increase, huh..." he muttered as he sat cross-legged once again.

"Oh well, that's good then... I should focus on increasing my realm and complete that quest." He muttered before sitting cross-legged on his bed, with the major realm increase card in his hands, staring at it intensely.

This card was something that could make him cross a major realm that people take hundreds of years to cross.

Taking a deep breath, he tore the card in half.

And as soon as he did, an immense wave of qi surged inside his room, crashing onto his body like a violent storm which made his eyes open wide as the energy rushed through his veins, filling every inch of his body with pure raw power.

His Golden Core, which was located in his dantian, began to spin, faster than ever.

"Ugh..."

'Fuck!!' He thought as his muscles tensed up as the pressure started to grow unbearable.

He clenched his teeth, tightening his jaw as the overwhelming energy that could normally kill any cultivator threatened to rip him apart from the inside.

His skin then started to glow faintly while his veins bulged across his arms and neck as his Qi flowed through him like a violent river.

It also pounded against his Golden Core, causing cracks to form on the surface.

"Holy fuck..." he cussed as he bit his lips.

He could feel it—the very foundation of his cultivation was being pushed beyond its limit as his whole face started to redden like a red chili.

As he bit his lips hard, trying to suppress the growl and scream that wanted to escape, he could taste his own blood. But he didn't scream, shout, or stop. Well, more likely, he couldn't stop, as the energy was too much and too fierce to resist, and resistance might lead him to death, which was something he didn't want—dying within the first week of his transmigration, a chance given to him by Being X.

(A/N: He named the being that transmigrated him "Being X" as he didn't know who it was or anything about it.)

"Haah..." "Hahhh..."

His breathing became heavy and ragged. Each breath felt a bit heavier than the last.

Sweat dropped from his forehead, as his whole back became wet from his own sweat, his body trembling under the forceful and immense wave of Qi that was pouring into him.

His Golden Core had a lot of cracks by now and was close to breaking.

"Gah!!!.... f...fuck!!" He cussed as he tightly gripped his leg, as his Golden Core shattered into pieces. The explosion of energy inside his body was unlike anything he had ever felt before.

It tore through him, sending waves of pain that made his whole body shiver and tremble.

But suddenly, from the pieces, the remains of his Golden Core, something new began to form. Slowly but almost imperceptibly, a tiny figure was born—his Nascent Soul—as it glowed softly within his dantian.

Even though it was small, one could feel it—the powerful energy it exuded.

And before one even knew it, his body started to change immensely, his spiritual awareness grew, his power grew, and he started to feel like he could shatter a mountain with just one punch. And it wasn't an overestimation, as a Nascent Soul cultivator could do such feats easily.

However, even though his power grew, his body wasn't ready for the sudden change, as he had just reached the Golden Core a few months ago.

His muscles spasmed uncontrollably as the transformation continued, forcing him to bite down harder on his lips.

Even more blood spilled from his lips, but he didn't care. The pain was unbearable, but for the sake of the power that would come to him, he endured it.

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[4 days later...]

"Haah....finally... I've stabilized my cultivation..." Long Tian muttered, letting out a breath of relief as he opened his eyes.

"Hahahaha, I knew it."

"I knew my son was really talented... and destined for greatness." Suddenly, in front of him, his father appeared, laughing happily.

And who wouldn't? His son, at 18 years old, had reached the Nascent Soul, a realm that takes people at least 300 years of cultivation.

"Congrats."

"Thanks... and please go for now... I need some rest." Long Tian said, not really liking the idea of someone entering his room, not even his father.

"Alright, alright, rest well... and after that, you can ask me one thing... it can be anything, and I'll grant it."

"Hahahaha... I shall announce it to the whole world." Long Yan laughed like a proud father as he disappeared from the room.