1: Chapter 1: Is He Really Going to Inherit a Vast Fortune?

Eastern Wasteland Region, Shenxuan Continent, Cangqiong Holy Land.

Above the nine heavens, resembling a fairyland, stood an extremely luxurious palace.

"Oh Heavens, you let me, Ye Xuan, come to this world, is it really just to make me a piece of trash?"

In a remote wooden cabin in the peach forest of the Outer Sect of the Holy Land, a youth in white robes looked towards the nearby Holy Land with a dejected expression, his face filled with loneliness.

"It has been six years since I was reborn. I have been cultivating since I was eight, without a moment of slack, but why is it that my cultivation level has never been able to break through to the third level of the True Profound Realm? To enter the Inner Sect, one needs at least the sixth level of the True Profound Realm."

Ye Xuan's handsome face was full of bitterness: "Could it be that I also have an old grandpa like Yao Lao inside me, constantly absorbing my Mystic Power?"

"But that is impossible. If there were one, shouldn't he have come out to help me by now?"

"Sigh, Elder Wang once said that he only has one year left now. If I cannot break through to the sixth level of the True Profound Realm within a year, I will be expelled from the Cangqiong Holy Land."

When Ye Xuan first transmigrated to this world, he was once excited. Relying on the memories from his previous life, he had become famous in his hometown since childhood.

Relying on this astonishing talent, he was valued by Elder Wang, who was traveling abroad. Since he was eight, he was brought back to the Outer Sect of the Cangqiong Holy Land, and his status as a servant disciple was exempted, starting directly as an Outer Sect disciple.

At the beginning, Elder Wang thought he had brought back a genius, because Ye Xuan had only been in contact with cultivation for one year at the age of eight, yet he had already stepped into the first level of the True Profound Realm.

Seeing this, Elder Wang was overjoyed, thinking he had brought back a peerless genius for the sect, so he treated Ye Xuan with ten times the cultivation resources of an ordinary Outer Sect disciple, hoping that he could enter the Inner Sect soon.

However, over the next three to five years, Ye Xuan's cultivation progress was slow, or even stagnant. Seeing this, Elder Wang could only leave in disappointment, shaking his head, and left behind a meaningful sentence.

"Child, even if you go home to inherit your father's vast family fortune, that would still be a good life."

Thinking of this, Ye Xuan was furious and couldn't help but curse: "The group of transmigrators from my previous life either possessed systems or invincible strength, sitting on three thousand beauties in the harem. How come here, I have nothing?"

"Where is my cheat? Sigh, do I really have to leave the Cangqiong Holy Land in a year?"

The young man had sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, dressed in white robes, with a hint of unyielding spirit, but the worry in his eyes could not be hidden.

"The strong look down on all living beings, while the weak have lives like ants."

"One year, just one year. If I cannot break through to the sixth level of the True Profound Realm within this year, then so be it. Going home to be a wealthy man is also a good choice."

Ye Xuan stood up, clenched his fists, looked at the Cangqiong Holy Land on the horizon, and made up his mind at this moment.

He wanted to make a final effort.

"Senior Brother Ye, Senior Brother Ye, open the door quickly!"

Just as Ye Xuan came back to his senses, he heard an extremely impatient voice coming from the gate.

"Junior Brother Zhao?"

Just as he pushed open the courtyard gate, the young man in front of him threw the medicine bottle in his hand onto the ground with a mocking face, one hand on his waist, with a hint of sarcasm on his face.

"Thank you for delivering the medicine, Junior Brother."

Ye Xuan was not angry when he saw this. He smiled, bent down, and picked up the medicine bottle containing cultivation resources from the ground.

Zhao Erhu.

Because his elder brother, Zhao Dahu, broke through to the sixth level of the True Profound Realm last year and entered the Inner Sect, his future was limitless.

So Zhao Erhu also followed suit and rose to power, holding the position of distributing cultivation resources among the Outer Sect disciples.

This position allowed him to deduct 30% of the resources issued by the Holy Land every year. There were about two thousand disciples in the entire Outer Sect.

This was not even counting the servant disciples; Zhao Erhu could embezzle the cultivation resources of at least several hundred Outer Sect disciples a month.

"Junior Brother? Hehe, that was the case last month, but not anymore. I have already broken through to the fourth level of the True Profound Realm. In terms of realm, you should call me Senior Brother."

Zhao Erhu crossed his arms and said mockingly: "And if I remember correctly, in another year, if you cannot break through to the sixth level of the True Profound Realm, you will have to leave the Cangqiong Holy Land on your own! Cherish your remaining time."

"That won't trouble you to worry about, Junior Brother. Please." Ye Xuan smiled, not angry at all, gently pushed open the door, and extended his right hand to offer a salute.

"Hmph."

Seeming to see through Ye Xuan's thoughts, Zhao Erhu sneered and walked out the door.

Now in his eyes, this Ye Xuan was just a small character, not worth mentioning.

A year later, they would not be people of the same world.

A cultivator, why bother with a worldly person?

A hundred years later, all grudges would turn into dust.

Ye Xuan watched the person in front of him walk out the door with a calm face. At this moment, the grievance in his heart erupted like a volcano.

Since when did a sycophant who used to flatter him dare to speak to him like this?

But there was no way. Zhao Erhu's brother, who was also his number one lackey, had reached the sixth level of the True Profound Realm and entered the Inner Sect of the Cangqiong Holy Land.

"Huh? What is this?"

Ye Xuan suddenly felt like his eyes were playing tricks on him. He rubbed his eyes carefully and looked at the top of Zhao Erhu's head.

[Name: Zhao Erhu]

[Realm: Fourth level of the True Profound Realm]

[Constitution: Mortal Body (Gray)]

[Life Destiny: Signs of Premature Death (Gray)]

[Fate: "Evil God" (Passerby)]

[Favorability: -10]

[Recent Luck: Seven days later, at the Outer Sect black market, he will inadvertently buy a mysterious iron piece from an old blind man, obtain ten drops of marrow cleansing spirit liquid from it, and after taking it, his marrow will be cleansed and his constitution will be improved to high grade, his cultivation will directly enter the sixth level of the True Profound Realm, and he will perform brilliantly at the Outer Sect competition a year later, successfully entering the Inner Sect.]

[Life Destiny: Signs of Premature Death (When entering the Inner Sect, he will offend the protagonist Yun Zhe, and in the second year, he will be designed by Yun Zhe to be led into the Magic Beast Forest, fall into a beast tide, and die.)]

Ye Xuan's stunned appearance made Zhao Erhu, who had turned his head, feel amused.

Good fellow, you are really stupid, you dare to provoke the protagonist? That is the son of heaven, if you are not unlucky, who is?

After a while, Zhao Erhu found that this kid Ye Xuan was still staring at him in a daze, and immediately shouted: "Bastard, I am talking to you, didn't you hear me?"

Seeing Ye Xuan ignoring him, Zhao Erhu became even angrier, turned around, and walked away quickly.

"What is this? A game panel?"

Ye Xuan was slightly stunned, his mental vision still locked on the string of numbers just now.

"I can actually see a character panel, and Zhao Erhu actually has the signs of premature death."

"Is this the cheat of a transmigrator?"

Ye Xuan was ecstatic in his heart, and the anger of being humiliated by Zhao Erhu just now dissipated.

"With this thing, can I, Ye Xuan, still be afraid of not being able to rise? But then again, is the fantasy novel I transmigrated into "Evil God"?"

"Don't think about it. Maybe I have read this book before and know the plot of this book, but with eyes that can see through character panels, am I afraid of not being able to seize opportunities?"

Ye Xuan slowly calmed the joy in his heart, tidied up his clothes, and left the small wooden house.

Yes, he wanted to leave here, find a few more people to look at, and confirm his ability.

Walking out the door.

"Xiao Jiu!"

Outside, the clouds were misty. The crane on the mountain on the left spread its wings and soared at the sound, and in an instant, it arrived in front of Ye Xuan.

"Woo— woo— woo—" A few cries instantly resounded through the entire mountain.

This crane was saved by Ye Xuan from a Magic Beast when he was ten years old. After raising it, it became his means of transport.

"Senior Brother Ye, why are you out?"

Just as he was planning to rush to the Outer Sect station, Ye Xuan heard a familiar voice. He turned his head and looked, and the confusion on his face suddenly decreased by a few points: "So it's this little fatty."