Chapter 591 - 384: Divine Country Invitation

Chapter 591: Chapter 384: Divine Country Invitation

[Author’s Note: I’m publishing this first and will edit it later. Happy New Year, everyone! I spent the whole day traveling today, so I am truly sorry.]

"DING! Title System activated. A starting reward of one Quest Token has been issued to your Storage Realm. Please check!

"DING! System Notification: The system will randomly issue Quest Tokens. Using a Quest Token grants a random title quest. Completing the quest will reward the corresponding title and item rewards.

"DING! Main Quest activated: [My Cultivation Path: Enter the Spirit Body Realm]. Quest completion rewards one Quest Token and unlocks the title dismantling and synthesis functions."

Wang Jue clenched his fists, his heart burning like fire. He thought, "It’s been ten years since I transmigrated, and this trash system has finally activated..."

Wang Jue recalled his past. He was originally a hardworking writer on Earth Star. After pulling all-nighters for a month straight to write, he died of sudden cardiac arrest and transmigrated into the body of a teenager with the same name in this world. As of today, ten years had passed.

And this world was a world of Cultivation.

According to local lore, the Celestial Dao manifested, and all living things had spirits. A Mortal could become an Immortal through spirit cultivation.

Immortals were Immortal. They could fly through the skies and use Earth Escape, overturn rivers and seas, control fire and condense ice, and heal the dying. They could determine a person’s life or death with a single word, enjoy all the worldly riches, and dictate the rise and fall of dynasties. They were higher-dimensional beings transcending any Mortal.

Wang Jue yearned for Cultivation, but his Spirit Root was only of inferior grade.

A Spirit Root determined one’s aptitude for Cultivation, and the inferior grade was the absolute lowest. Possessing an inferior Spirit Root, Wang Jue had been judged as a Cultivation trash with no hope of becoming an Immortal. Because of this, despite his incredibly proactive attempts to join an Immortal Sect over the years, he had never succeeded.

And if he couldn’t join an Immortal Sect, he wouldn’t obtain a method for Cultivation. Without a method for Cultivation, how could he even speak of becoming an Immortal?

Regardless, Wang Jue couldn’t comprehend the principles of Cultivation. Unable to create his own Cultivation method, he couldn’t even become a rogue Cultivator.

"Whether I can change my destiny all depends on this system!"

Wang Jue opened the Storage Realm granted by the system and found a Token inside. With a thought, the Token vanished, and the system’s notification chimed.

"DING! You have used a Quest Token!

"DING! You have accepted the title quest for [Fast Sword Ma San]!

"DING! Quest Objective 1: Shout ’I am Fast Sword Ma San’ ten thousand times.

"DING! Quest Objective 2: Spread the title to one thousand people.

"DING! Quest completion rewards the [Fast Sword Ma San] title and a random item reward..."

Wang Jue froze. He thought, "Huh? What the hell is this? A title quest? Fast Sword Ma San? But my name is Wang Jue! Who is Ma San? Why isn’t the title ’Fast Sword Wang Jue’? Does completing the quest just give a title? What use is a title? What I want is Cultivation!"

Wang Jue frowned. He felt that this quest system might be a bit unreliable.

At this moment, a concerned voice came from outside. "Son, you’ve been in secluded cultivation in the outhouse for two hours now. Are you hungry? I’ve roasted some sweet potatoes. Want to eat them while they’re hot?"

Wang Jue frowned. "I’m still in Cultivation! Wait a bit!"

"I can’t wait! I need to do my Cultivation too. Hurry up and come out!"

Wang Jue stood up helplessly. Just as he pushed the door open, a slightly plump, round-faced middle-aged man rushed in urgently, then violently kicked Wang Jue out.

"Old Wang, you’re already past the age of forty!" Wang Jue said. "Why are you still acting so rashly?"

"Isn’t it because I was holding it in? Good son, bring me some toilet paper..."

The round-faced middle-aged man was Wang Yin, Wang Jue’s father in this world.

Thinking of his title quest, Wang Jue shouted loudly outside the outhouse, "I am Fast Sword Ma San!"

"What? Fast Sword Ma San? You little brat, what nonsense are you spouting?"

"I am Fast Sword Ma San. I am Fast Sword Ma San. I am Fast Sword Ma San..."

Wang Jue continuously shouted at the top of his lungs, while simultaneously complaining in his heart, "Shouting it ten thousand times and spreading it to a thousand people... this trash system is too tormenting!"

With a quest to complete, he couldn’t afford to be bothered by trivialities. Leaving his father to his secluded cultivation, Wang Jue walked out of the house, shouting, "I am Fast Sword Ma San!"

Soon, Wang Jue saw Mr. Zhao dozing in a recliner, basking in the sun at the entrance of the neighboring courtyard.

He walked over and yelled, "I am Fast Sword Ma San!"

Mr. Zhao jolted in fright, nearly falling out of his chair. Seeing it was Wang Jue, he angrily scolded, "What are you yelling for, you brat? You scared an old man to death."

Wang Jue said, "I am Fast Sword Ma San. I am Fast Sword Ma San..."

Mr. Zhao glared. "Do you think I’m senile, brat? You think I don’t recognize you?"

A sweet-looking little girl with very fair skin walked out from the neighboring courtyard. Carrying a plate of sliced Watermelon, she looked very happy to see him. "Wang Jue, come eat some Watermelon! It’s super sweet!" she called out.

"I am Fast Sword Ma San!" Wang Jue declared with a heartless expression, flicking his sleeves and walking away.

The little girl blinked. Looking at Mr. Zhao in confusion, she asked, "Grandpa, what’s wrong with Wang Jue?"

"That kid’s brain isn’t like normal people’s. God knows what kind of crazy fit he’s having now. Ignore him!"

Wang Jue made his way to the village entrance.

This village was called Fire Willow Village. It was neither large nor small, consisting of about two hundred households. At the village entrance was a paved stone avenue. Following this avenue sixty miles north would lead to Cyan Wood Mountain, a Spirit Cultivator faction. Thirty miles south would lead to the small town of Cloud Dragon Bazaar. During the day, there was a fair amount of foot traffic on the road.

There was a small tea stall at the village entrance. Wang Jue found a bench inside, sat down, and ordered a pot of tea. Pouring for himself, he would randomly shout out, "I am Fast Sword Ma San."

The tea stall’s waiter was named Ma Er. Recognizing Wang Jue, he asked in confusion, "Mr. Wang Jue, what’s this? Have you changed your name to Ma San? Is your sword fast? How fast is it? Where is the sword?"