After Xuan had teleported from the other world and back to his world, he first arrived at the Dimensional Library but quickly left and entered his world.
Coming outside of the main library, Xuan stopped and looked back at the purple glowing cube on the table. It was very attractive, and someone could take it—maybe the owner.
He walked back with his stick and picked up the baby-head-sized cube. Xuan had learned many arts from the main library, including how to conceal things he carried with him.
So it was very easy to make the cube disappear from his palm and reappear anytime he wanted. Tricks like this were not impressive and were considered baby talent in this world, where you could destroy mountains with a fist.
So most people didn't know about mediocre skills like this one. Feeling the cube was now safer than before, Xuan left the main library.
"It's already nighttime? I could be wrong—it could even be a day," said Xuan. "Let me quickly check if the meridian points I got from that world are in my body," said Xuan as he approached the library sect.
When he got in, there wasn't anyone outside. Not that he was expecting anybody, but since he had been gone for nearly a day, someone should be outside looking for him.
It wasn't the first time—Xuan knew no one actually cared if he lived or died, so he just quietly approached his room.
Cultivators could check their meridian points gained after releasing yin through a cultivator's bookmark or a cultivator's orb, but Xuan was unable to afford the latter.
When Xuan had bought the bookmark the first time, he checked his meridian point, and it was completely empty. That's how he confirmed his meridian was definitely broken.
The bookmark was like a plain note and a black paintbrush accompanying it. It was the cheapest, and many saw this as effective compared to the orb.
Xuan sat on his bed and placed his walking stick aside, then opened the cupboard at the head of his bed. He brought out the bookmark and the brush.
The brush didn't need paint to start, and all Xuan needed was to write his name and age on top of the bookmark. As he did that, the bookmark began writing down his life.
Name: Xuan Chen
Strength: 0.4
Meridian Yins Released: 22
Meridian Points: 11
Stage: Meridian Stage
Age: 20
Xuan glanced through the script and sighed. He was happy to see the library didn't joke with him. Zhao Lan had absorbed 22 meridian yins from his body and gained him 11 meridian points.
But Xuan needed forty meridian points in total for his meridian to be repaired and to start cultivating from the Meridian Combustion Stage.
So there was a lot of work needed for him. When he saw his strength, Xuan released a morsel of laughter.
"This is who the man is calling a great warrior? If he finds out, I'm doomed. But still, I have big dreams of reaching Heaven Combustion," Xuan sighed.
Heaven Combustion was the highest cultivation stage. There were five of them:
Meridian Combustion Stage, Spirit Combustion Stage 1–5, Martial Realm Stage 1–6, Divine Combustion Stage 1–10, and the Heaven Combustion Stage 1–2.
Xuan knew dreaming of the highest level was but fantasy, because only one had reached that level, and it was the Emperor of Wuxia Harem Nation.
Woo's descendants were all beautiful due to him being a good cultivator who reached the Heaven Realm. Xuan could only imagine how many times the man had whooped a woman.
Which was why his deceased wife was the most beautiful in her time, but now his granddaughter Xue Ming is currently sitting at the top as the most beautiful.
Many say Xue Ming must be offering her body to different men, which was why she's that beautiful. But that wasn't it—her mother had absorbed more than enough yin from her father that it nourished Xue Ming.
"Divine Combustion Stage 2, Xue Ming, what do you even eat?"
The only thing Xuan could agree on was that Xue Ming was undoubtedly a genius. She was already at Divine Combustion Stage 2. He didn't know her strength, but he heard rumors of it being at 80. If it was true, then Xue Ming was definitely a genius monster.
"If I could—hmph," Xuan chuckled. "It can never happen. Marry Xue Ming and become the next emperor? Fantasy."
After Xuan adored the portrait of Xue Ming, he kept it under his pillow and slept off that night.
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The next day, Xuan woke up stretching his arms. He moved his neck around and tied his black robe. His long black hair fell straight to his neck.
He went outside and this time saw people—sect members sweeping the environment, and of course, his fat uncle Han approaching him the moment he came out of his room.
"Xuan Chen, you lazy boy! Why have you been inside your room for two days?" asked Uncle Han.
"Two... two days? That's impossible, Uncle Han."
"What? Are you saying I don't know how to count?" As he asked, Xuan's step-siblings at the side of the sect were smiling and laughing at the situation, especially when he told Xuan to count the days of the week.
"Exactly. You were absent on Thursday and Friday."
His siblings smiled again. This time, Mr. Han noticed and turned to look at them, then looked at Xuan sternly. He grabbed Xuan by the guts and slammed him against the wall.
"Tell me, boy, have you been sleeping with my daughters?" he asked, a killer's voice embracing his tone and demeanor.
"Wha... what? No, no, Uncle Han, I haven't!"
"Then how do you explain how you got pretty all of a sudden? Did you somehow release yin to my daughter?"
"What's going on here?" a female walked in, accompanied by two girls behind her. It was Xuan's beautiful mother. After Xuan's father had gone missing—or obviously died—she needed someone to do his job, and she didn't see anybody to pick other than his disgusting fat uncle.
When Han heard her voice, he quickly let her son go and smiled. "Tell your son to stay away from my daughters," said Han, then left, looking at Xuan with a cold gaze.
Xuan was there, standing and looking at his mother. He didn't wait for her to say anything and walked away with his stick. He didn't need her help, as she disgusted him.
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A/N: If you won't give power stones or golden tickets, please stop reading, I don't like nor want introvert readers, thanks.