Eu, o digníssimo Filho Sagrado, e você quer que eu siga o caminho do inútil?
(Leve, decidido, fingindo ser fraco, múltiplas mulheres) Atravessando para um mundo de cultivadores imortais, Su Yi, embora não tivesse nenhum artifício especial, possuía um talento inigualável, e foi
One of the great sanctuaries of the cultivation world, the Celestial Origin Sanctuary.
Behind the sanctuary, nestled among the mountains, there was a spirit lake. In its shimmering waters, Su Yi, newly established as the Holy Son, soaked with a look of utter contentment.
After his bath, he rose and strode toward the shore. With a sweep of his hand, his robes flew to him, concealing his flawless body and eight-pack abs. Stretching languidly, he stepped out of the spirit lake.
Along the way, every disciple he encountered bowed in reverence.
“Welcome, Holy Son!”
Su Yi had grown accustomed to such scenes. He waved them off, allowing the disciples to rise, then returned to his own abode.
It had been five years since his transmigration. Though he possessed no golden finger, the original owner’s talent was extraordinary: a celestial spirit root unmatched in the world, and a rare innate pure yang constitution. He entered Qi Refining within a month, Foundation Establishment in a year, and Core Formation in two. The sanctuary master took notice and adopted him as his son, making Su Yi a candidate for the next leader of the Celestial Origin Sanctuary.
“Though I lack a golden finger, fortune has favored me. Once I become the master, I’ll be free to do as I please.”
As Su Yi mused, a sudden mechanical voice echoed in his mind.
“Beep beep beep, binding complete. Congratulations, host, you have awakened the Waste-to-Glory System. Of course, this is not an insult but a statement of fact. From now on, I will help you reshape your bril