(AN: Hello to all readers around the world! I hope you're enjoying what I've written so far. I apologize for disappearing for a while—I've just finished my fifth semester at university, and it's been tough to find the inspiration (and the time) to write, between school, work, and assignments. Enjoy!
Also, I'm working on a new chapter where I'll explore a bit more of the story.
Does anyone remember the "Wine Emperor"? Hehe... This is going to be fun!)
Wang Cheng Mountain was the domain of the Tie Clan, their ancestral home for countless generations. It stood tall and majestic, shrouded in a thick mist that allowed only glimpses of its towering peaks.
Within the mountain, a vast underground complex housed the Tie Clan Bastion—a special place not only for many Gu Masters beginning their cultivation journey, but also the heart of a great wealth of primordial stones.
Beneath the earth, in a chamber dimly lit by stones that emitted an ethereal glow, the Spiritual Spring shimmered with a soft light—a warm radiance that touched every corner of the cave's darkness.
Each year, during the Aperture Awakening Ceremony, the youth of the Tie Clan gathered at the Spiritual Spring to undergo the trial that would determine their fate and mark the beginning of their path as Gu Masters.
From a distance, the elders were already watching, carefully evaluating the new sprouts. For many, it was the chance to prove their worth to the clan and leave behind their mortal status; for others, it was their last hope to belong to the prestigious Tie Clan.
The Tie Clan was no ordinary clan.
With three Spiritual Springs scattered across the mountain, only one was used for the Awakening Ceremony. This spring was sacred, protected by multiple layers of security, and only the most distinguished members of the clan had access to it.
In the darkness, the spring's water emitted a faint glow, reminiscent of the Milky Way at night.
The water flowed from a shadowy place deep within the cave. The lagoon was so clear that fish could be seen swimming, along with aquatic plants and stones on the bottom.
On this day, the Tie Clan Bastion was filled with youth, all sharing the same goal: to reach as far as possible toward the spiritual source and become true Gu Masters.
At that moment, a Gu Master drew the attention of the excited youths.
"Attention, everyone. When I call your name, step forward. Those called must cross this river to the opposite shore. Walk as far as you can; of course, the farther you go, the better. Understood?"
Tie Zhen Lin, the academy elder and overseer of the ceremony, watched the youths closely as they approached the spring when called. His gaze was firm, his expression unreadable. He knew that many of those present would not pass the trial, but it was his duty to observe the few who would truly stand out.
Today's ceremony would mark a turning point in their lives; only those blessed by fate would rise above the crowd, while the rest would fade into the darkness of obscurity.
"Let the trials begin," Tie Zhen Lin murmured, his deep voice echoing through the cave walls.
Among the youths, Tie Heng Zu stepped forward. His expression was tense, but in the end, he gathered his courage. Many believed his aptitude would be promising, but the pressure of the moment could make anyone nervous. Deep down, he feared he wouldn't live up to everyone's expectations.
Tie Yao Bo, standing beside him, tried to keep his composure, though his hands were trembling. His talent wasn't particularly remarkable, but he at least hoped to reach a Grade C.
If he could make it to the twentieth step, he'd be satisfied. In the clan, a Grade C aptitude was considered acceptable—but it was nothing compared to those who possessed true talent.
The crowd in the Bastion stirred. One by one, the youths approached the spring, eyes fixed on the water that shimmered with a faint, captivating glow. Each step toward the water was a wager on their future. Some advanced with confidence, others hesitated, and a few stopped before even taking the first step.
"Tie Yao Bo," the Grand Elder called out loudly.
Tie Yao Bo was the first to step into the spring. His heart pounded and his body trembled slightly as he touched the water. "One!" he thought, feeling his pulse quicken. He felt an invisible force pushing against him, but moments later, the pressure on his shoulders eased.
"How many steps will he reach?" someone whispered among the attentive crowd.
With a faint spark of light emerging from the spring, Tie Yao Bo took his second step, but the glow quickly began to fade. The spring wasn't reacting as he had hoped. As he continued forward, the pressure increased, and by the eighth step, it felt as if he had slammed into an invisible wall.
"Only eight steps?" came a hushed whisper from the crowd.
Tie Yao Bo stopped, pale, and returned to the group with unsteady steps. "Eight steps… I don't have enough aptitude," he muttered, as his hope began to fade.
Tie Zhen Lin silently observed the result with indifference. In the ceremony, any youth who failed to reach at least twenty steps would be considered for assignments outside the main path of the Gu Masters within the clan. The murmurs among the other youths intensified, as Tie Yao Bo's result became a harsh reminder of fate's cruelty.
"Tie Heng Zu," Tie Zhen Lin called out, his sharp voice signaling the next turn.
Tie Heng Zu advanced with steady steps, without hesitation. His face showed a mix of nervousness and hope, fully aware that his future depended on this moment.
As he walked toward the spring, small specks of light began to gather around him, illuminating his path in an unusual way.
"One... two... three!" he counted silently as he advanced, surrounded by the glow of the spring. He didn't feel any significant pressure on his body; the water seemed to flow with him, offering no resistance. Upon reaching the seventeenth step, the light began to dim slightly.
"Twenty steps! I've reached Grade C!" he thought with relief.
But the glow of the spring continued to fade, and Tie Heng Zu, with a tired expression, stopped at the twenty-ninth step, unable to move forward despite his efforts. Although he hadn't reached Grade B, Grade C was enough for him to continue rising within the clan.
Tie Zhen Lin nodded in approval.
"Tie Heng Zu, twenty-nine steps, Grade C. Step forward, I will measure your Primordial Sea."
Tie Heng Zu returned to the academy elder. The latter extended his hand, placed it on the young man's shoulder, and closed his eyes, his face deeply focused.
Finally, he withdrew his hand and nodded, writing in the record: "Tie Heng Zu, Primordial Sea at 58%."
The crowd watched in silence as Tie Heng Zu returned, their expressions a mix of pride and unease. He knew he had done enough to maintain his position, but it still wasn't enough to stand out among his peers.
The next youth called was Tie Yan Mei, a girl known for her determination and tireless training. Her aptitude had been a topic of discussion among the others, and many expected her to be one of the few to surpass thirty steps.
"Tie Yan Mei!" Tie Zhen Lin's voice rang out with authority, urging her forward.
Tie Yan Mei stepped forward with confidence, her energy steady. The moment she touched the water, the glow intensified almost instantly, and the tiny specks of light gathered more densely around her.
"Twenty-seven... thirty," she counted silently, advancing step by step, refusing to give in.
The spring continued to react, but when she reached the thirty-fifth step, the light began to fade sharply, stopping completely at the thirty-sixth.
"Thirty-six steps! Grade B. Well done! Step forward. Let me examine your Primordial Sea."
The murmurs grew louder among the crowd.
"Tie Yan Mei, Grade B. Impressive!"
"Ha, girls really are lucky... Just wait, I'm sure one of us will go even further."
After a brief evaluation, Tie Zhen Lin expressed his satisfaction. "Primordial Essence at 66%. She may cultivate with strength."
"Next! Tie Pank Do."
As the youths continued to advance one by one, expectations rose like an invisible tide.
The soft, ethereal glow of the underground stones shimmered gently, lighting the path toward the Spiritual Spring, which now seemed to come alive, reacting to the spirit of each young cultivator who approached. After Tie Yan Mei's impressive display, whispers quickly spread among the spectators. The murmurs of the crowd blended with the voices of the elders, who watched with great attention.
"Grade B… That's acceptable. The Yan family is lucky today. Tie Yan Mei has a promising future," commented Tie Zhen Lin, his deep voice cutting through the air as he looked at the girl with faint approval.
But before his words could fully fade, Tie Zhen Lin raised his hand and called out another name.
"Tie Heng Jiu!" —Tie Zhen Lin's voice rang out, clear and firm.
With determination, Tie Heng Jiu stepped toward the spring. He could feel all eyes fixed on him, and as he approached the water, his breathing stabilized, controlled—as though the weight of the moment pressed down on him.
The instant his foot touched the water, a soft white glow bloomed around him, followed by a reaction from the spring that filled him with confidence.
"One... two... three... four..." he counted silently, maintaining composure, each step more assured than the last.
"Twenty steps!" he thought with relief. "There's still hope."
He advanced with vigor, the spring's light responding to his presence. "Thirty steps... thirty-five..." The eyes of the spectators widened, and murmurs rippled through the crowd.
"Thirty steps... thirty-five..."
The crowd murmured louder now, awe creeping into their voices.
At last, Tie Heng Jiu reached the thirty-eighth step. The spring burst into a blinding light, but then, suddenly, the energy faded. The light around him vanished in an instant, and a formless pressure nearly drove him to his knees.
"Thirty-eight steps! Grade B!" announced Tie Zhen Lin firmly, letting out a silent sigh of approval.
The murmurs intensified. Tie Heng Jiu had surpassed expectations, and his future in the clan was secured. His face lit up with a mixture of pride and relief.
"Tie Heng Jiu, Grade B! Excellent result. Primordial Sea at 74%," said Tie Zhen Lin, nodding slightly as he watched the young man return with both satisfaction and humility.
Despite the joy of his success, Tie Heng Jiu knew the path ahead was long. This was only the beginning, and the true test would begin once his aptitude was put to the trial of the harsh cultivation road.
A momentary silence fell over the cavern, and all eyes turned to the next youth.
"Step forward, Tie Kie Jan!"
The voice echoed through the chamber. Among the observing youths, Tie Kie Jan stepped forward, wearing the same calm expression as always.
Without the slightest hint of nervousness or hesitation, he walked toward the spring. Though his heart beat strongly, his demeanor remained serene. The eyes of the elders and fellow cultivators followed his every movement, filled with anticipation. Like the others, the Spiritual Spring responded to his presence with a soft light that surrounded him the moment he touched the water.
A natural silence fell over the crowd as Tie Kie Jan entered the spring, advancing step by step. The audience—both young and old—held their breath, waiting for the outcome.
Tie Zhen Lin's eyes gleamed with a light he could hardly conceal. His face remained expressionless, but his thoughts ran far deeper than his features revealed.
"This young one... will be interesting. I hope he lives up to my expectations. After all... he is his son."
Tie Kie Jan's status as the son of Tie Peng Ziu was an undeniable fact among the elders. They held high expectations for him and had little doubt that this young man would one day attain the same status as themselves—as a clan elder. However, this information was not made public at the request of Tie Peng Ziu. In truth, it was a direct order from Tie Kie Jan himself, issued to avoid complications or forming unnecessary connections. His goal was cultivation, and with such a powerful backing, it was obvious he would make proper use of it.
Naturally, the fact that he was a reserved and socially distant youth became a matter of concern. The academy had methods to deal with that—specifically, the "Brainwashing Gu" commonly used by many righteous-path clans. It was employed to instill ideas of morality, sacrifice for the clan, and unity among members. But how could they implement it openly? No one wanted to get too close and risk offending a Rank 5 elder within the clan—especially one whose reputation was only surpassed by figures like Tie Xue Leng and the current clan leader, Tie Mu Bai.
Moreover, Tie Peng Ziu's strength and character were well known among the higher-ups. He had been considered a genius since childhood by his clan, and his power had only solidified with time.
Tie Kie Jan felt a constant tingling throughout his body as small clusters of light gathered around his torso.
"Hope Gu... even after more than a million years of experience, this sensation still feels like the first time," he thought to himself, keeping his face expressionless.
The light not only intensified around the lower part of his body but seemed to encircle his waist with an unusual glow. His steps were nearly effortless, and the water shimmered more brightly with each movement.
"What is this?" murmurs began to rise among the observing youths. Some elders exchanged curious glances, though their expressions remained calm. "A top-tier talent?"
When he reached the thirtieth step, the entire crowd fell silent.
"Thirty steps... in such a short time?" thought a nearby youth with a sigh. This surpassed the expectations of any other participant in the ceremony even those already recognized for their talent.
"Grade B! Thirty-six steps!" one of the elders murmured, barely able to contain his astonishment.
A Grade B within the clan was rare, but seeing more than two individuals with such aptitude in a single trial sparked new hope in the hearts of the observing elders.
However, Tie Kie Jan did not stop. Upon reaching the thirty-seventh step, the light of Hope Gu still remained faintly stable. But, just like with the others, the glow quickly began to dim, reaching the limit of what Hope Gu could gather around his body. Tie Kie Jan's progress had been exceptional.
"Forty steps? Will he surpass them all?" whispered some of the youths, as the atmosphere thickened with a palpable tension.
Upon reaching the thirty-ninth step, Tie Kie Jan felt an intense pressure bearing down on him. He couldn't move forward. Even so, he showed no sign of frustration—not even a flicker on his face.
"Thirty-nine steps... Grade B," Tie Zhen Lin thought, a faint smile on his lips as he observed the youth with a glimmer of interest. "Not bad."
For a brief moment, the noise in the cavern faded as the other youths tried to process what they had just witnessed. Not everyone possessed the talent or luck to reach Grade A, but even Grade B was a significant achievement—future elder status was all but guaranteed, unless death came early or one's aptitude diminished due to external factors.
Tie Zhen Lin carefully examined Tie Kie Jan's Primordial Sea, nodded in approval, and declared:
"Tie Kie Jan, Primordial Sea at 79%. He has the potential for rigorous development."
At that very moment, another young man was called and stepped forward. Nervousness was clear on his face, and all eyes turned to him.
"Tie Ling Long!" Tie Zhen Lin's voice rang powerfully through the air.
Like the others, the young man walked nervously toward the spring. But unlike Tie Kie Jan, Hope Gu showed no immediate reaction.
The water flickered faintly, and Tie Ling Long's first steps felt like a constant struggle. Each one was a full effort for the poor boy; the pressure on his shoulders only grew heavier. By the time he reached the fifth step, the light of Hope Gu within the spring had completely faded, and a sudden jolt caused him to stumble backward.
"Five steps… he lacks the aptitude to become a Gu Master," Tie Zhen Lin said with an impassive face. Results like these were all too common during the ceremony.
Tie Kie Jan, with his usual calm, returned to the edge of the spring, eyes lowered but mind clear. He had heard Tie Zhen Lin's harsh voice when addressing the participant who had followed him, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the boy's sorrowful face.
It's like watching someone's future fall apart!
He could only sigh inwardly. In a world like this, there are only two types of people: those who take, and those who are taken from. But in the face of personal gain, how could the tragedy of another truly move Tie Kie Jan's heart?
The first step on his journey had finally been fulfilled, and with a Grade B aptitude—something most would consider a success. But to him, it was merely the beginning of a long road.
Even so, his face showed no emotion. He had done what was expected of him, nothing more. While an outstanding evaluation was a respectable achievement, it wasn't nearly enough to impress someone who had lived for more than three million years, like him.
"Tie Bai Xing, step forward."
Without a word, Tie Bai Xing walked forward with firm, confident strides. His stature and presence made it clear—he had the bearing of a dragon among men. With steady eyes, he approached the spring.
The moment his feet touched the water, the light intensified, wrapping around him with force. The murmurs began immediately. They had expected him to pass, but how far would he go?
"One… two… three…" Tie Bai Xing counted silently, his gaze fixed ahead.
One of the observing elders watched the results unfold and commented deliberately, "This young man truly seems like a top-tier talent."
The elder overseeing the ceremony observed closely and acknowledged, "Elder Lu Zheng is quite perceptive. And he's right—the light of hope is strong in this one, without a doubt."
They nodded in agreement, falling once more into silence.
Upon reaching the twenty-eighth step, the spring's glow dimmed slightly. Even so, Tie Bai Xing pressed onward. The spectators held their breath, waiting to see how far he would go.
"Thirty-two steps..." an elder whispered, his face lit with a mix of interest and admiration. "This young one has great potential."
When he reached the thirty-fifth step, the murmurs ceased entirely. Tie Bai Xing had attained Grade B aptitude. His progress was steady and unwavering, and he finally stopped at the forty-third step.
"Forty-three steps! At last, a Grade A!" Tie Zhen Lin announced, nodding with subtle approval.
"A good result. This one has a future," remarked an elder watching from a distance.
"Tie Bai Xing, Primordial Sea at 86%."
Tie Bai Xing returned to the edge of the spring with a calm expression. Although he didn't have the powerful background that many other participants held, the fact that he possessed a Grade A aptitude had already drawn the interest of many—something that, to him, was quite favorable.
The murmurs once again filled the cavern. Many of the young ones present reflected silently on their own results. Most had barely reached Grade C, and a few hadn't even qualified for Grade D.
In this world, out of every ten people, only five possessed the basic potential to become Gu Masters. But outstanding talent depended on luck—and destiny itself.
The majority had Grade C or lower. Some accepted their fate with quiet resignation, while others couldn't help but feel the sting of frustration.
From a distance, Tie Zhen Lin and the other elders watched each newly initiated youth on this Gu Journey with sharp eyes. In a clan system, internal divisions were inevitable. Naturally, each faction was already evaluating which seeds were worth cultivating, whom to recruit, and how best to strengthen their influence within the clan.
Among the elders was an old woman with long black hair and pale blue eyes, her skin smooth as jade. She possessed a genuine high stage Rank 3 cultivation. Her gaze settled on her granddaughter, Tie Yan Mei, and a faint smile touched her lips.
"This new generation is certainly full of surprises," she thought. "It would be a shame for my dear granddaughter to be overshadowed. I must speak with Elder Zhen Lin to ensure she isn't grouped with the rest. After all, teachers tend to focus on the most promising students, leaving others behind... I don't want my granddaughter to suffer the same way I once did."
As the evaluation continued and the crowd's reactions shifted with each result, it was Tie Dao Ku's turn. With a confident air, the tall youth approached the spring. His steps were steady, his posture upright.
The crowd began whispering, many confident that this young man would go far.
"This one has real potential," said one of the elders with approval.
"If his aptitude is good enough, he might become a respected Gu Master like his older brother."
Hope Gu within the spring reacted immediately to his presence, and Tie Dao Ku began to move forward with ease. Each step carried him farther than the last; the spring's glow shone brighter, reflecting his strength and determination.
"Twenty steps," murmured Tie Zhen Lin, closely observing the young man's unhesitating advance.
"Twenty-eight..." whispered another elder, eyes glinting with anticipation. "He could be one of the strongest prospects."
At last, Tie Dao Ku came to a stop at the thirty-fourth step—an impressive result. The crowd erupted in hushed murmurs and silent applause.
"Grade B. Aperture Sea at 68%," Tie Zhen Lin proclaimed with a nod of approval. "A solid result, Tie Dao Ku. Well done!"
Tie Dao Ku allowed himself a small smile as he returned to the edge of the spring, his face glowing with satisfaction. It wasn't quite a Grade A, but in the Aperture Awakening Ceremony, a Grade B was a clear sign of great promise for the future.
By the end of the ceremony, the sun had already dipped behind the mountains, and darkness spread like a heavy cloak over the Tie Clan. The elders remained at the center of the sanctuary a while longer, reviewing the bamboo scrolls that recorded each youth's results. They spoke about the future prospects of the new sprouts, each within the interests of their respective factions.
Finally, in silence, each of them dispersed—leaving behind an empty space, a silent witness to the birth of rising talent.
....
There was a strange calm in the night, broken only by the gentle sound of wind sweeping through the streets. The Aperture Awakening Ceremony had been a complete success. The Tie Clan was a superpower in the Southern Border; events like this held little importance for them. But for many mortals, it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity—like soaring from the earth into the heavens, without burning beneath the sun's glare or falling like a broken kite, of course.
"The ceremony ended with three youths obtaining top-grade aptitude. Without a doubt, a great harvest," said one of the two men seated at the table, sipping his tea. Sitting across from him was his son, Tie Kie Jan. Tie Peng Ziu looked relaxed and completely at ease upon hearing the news.
"In a few months, the Jia Clan's caravan will arrive. The competition for the Jia Clan's leadership is heating up," Tie Peng Ziu conversed casually with his son as they exchanged thoughts mentally through the system. "And I believe Jia Fu is taking the lead. He'll soon arrive at Mount Wan Cheng along with his younger brother, Jia Gui. Do you remember how it all ends?" the elder asked.
Tie Kie Jan's expression was calm, his eyes closed. On the outside, it seemed as though the two shared a peaceful silence, barely exchanging any words. Only the sound of their quiet breathing and gentle sips of tea could be heard. He exhaled, then finally transmitted mentally:
"Don't rush. Acting during a power struggle under the watchful eyes of Gu Immortals is courting death. It's unnecessary. The Jia Clan's leader will die. Both brothers will fight over the inheritance later, triggering a conflict between the Righteous and Demonic Paths, which will end in ruin. Both brothers will die in the process… or at least, that's if the passage of time doesn't change the outcome," Tie Kie Jan transmitted in secret.
In Fang Yuan's first life, Jia Jin Sheng's death never occurred. Fang Yuan joined the Jia Clan's caravan after being expelled from the Gu Yue Clan. But that wasn't a punishment—it was a thread of fate, manipulated by Heaven's Will, that granted him an extra opportunity.
By using the legendary Gu, Spring and Autumn Cicada, only the user returns to the past, sending their will upstream along the River of Time to be reborn. THE ENTIRE WORLD RETURNS TO THE PAST, EXCEPT FOR THE USER, WHO RETAINS THEIR MEMORIES.
And who was the next user of this Gu? Humanity's blessing, the kindest being under heaven and earth—Gu Yue Fang Yuan.
Although Tie Kie Jan possessed a system that granted him the ability of "Mutual Opportunities," he wasn't certain whether this rare ability would function properly… This doubt stemmed from his uncertainty about the regression effect of such an Immortal Gu—especially because he would first need to meet Fang Yuan in person in order to activate the ability and embed it into his long-term plans.
What if, in Fang Yuan's first life, they never met? That would render all of Tie Kie Jan's efforts in this body meaningless—losing strength and the chance to seize future opportunities.
What if he died in the future? He might get another chance to reincarnate—hopefully into the body of a Rank 5 Gu Master, or maybe by sheer luck. He would gather effort, grow steadily, only to later discover that he was still far behind everyone else.
Wasn't that the case with Tie Ruo Nan? She was nearly the same age as Fang Yuan, and by the time he became a Venerable, she hadn't even reached the level of a Gu Immortal.
Tie Kie Jan didn't have much time. He needed to grow in strength quickly and execute his plans in this era—at the very least, to witness the marvels of a Grand Era filled with multiple Venerables.
"Good night, Father. Rest well. I will return to my room to meditate on your teachings. This filial son takes his leave," announced Tie Kie Jan, cupping his fists in respectful farewell.
Tie Peng Ziu simply smiled, nodded in acknowledgment, and replied, "My little one has already grown into a man. Stay on this path."
Those words were mere formalities, spoken aloud. A translucent message appeared before them both:
[The user is being observed by an Immortal]
Although their outward expressions remained calm, a quiet unease began to stir within them.
A servant opened the door to the main hall and said, "Young Master Kie Jan, the hot bath has been prepared, and a fresh set of clothes awaits you on the bed."
Tie Kie Jan remained silent, his expression calm, and simply walked away, eventually arriving at his room.
"I'm fine for now, Mo Er. Go get some rest. I'll be busy, and I don't wish to be disturbed."
At last, Tie Kie Jan was alone. The silence in the room felt strangely heavy.
He opened the system chat, and a message from Peng Ziu appeared:
"I believe the Supreme Elders are investigating—I've drawn too much attention, and the system has triggered a mission."
Peng Ziu attached an image that read:
[The Host has attracted the attention of Immortals][Due to lacking a powerful bloodline and avoiding involvement in the power struggle of the Young Patriarchs, you have been marked as a potential Immortal Seed][Your talent and contributions to the clan have been evaluated][You have received approval from Supreme Elders Tie Gian Ge, Tie Xin Jian, and Tie Dong Gu]
Ding!
[New Main Quest Unlocked: Successfully Become an Immortal]
[Rewards: Location of a Celestial Grotto left behind by the host in a previous life. Failure: Death.]
[Do you accept? Y/N]
Tie Kie Jan stared at the messages, unable to hide his surprise. His senses sharpened, and emotional disturbances began to stir within him. He rushed to his bed and sat cross-legged, adopting a meditative posture.
After several minutes—minutes that felt like hours—he transmitted mentally:
"There are three possible reasons for this. The most likely is that they're unwilling to sacrifice their own direct bloodline descendants within the blessed lands… or even the clan leader himself. This is a golden opportunity. Either an Immortal has died, or they've discovered a new resource node and need disposable manpower. After all, this world is dangerous."
Tie Peng Ziu received the message after some time. His accomplishments on the Path of Wisdom were shallow. Even as a soul fragment, his greatest achievements were merely those of a Master in the Metal Path and a Quasi-Grandmaster in the Soul Path. Moreover, the titles he held at the master level were due more to innate talent and the experience etched into his soul than to personal cultivation.
"Very well. I will become active once more. I'll leave many things behind for your future."
Tie Kie Jan read the message, archived it mentally, and now that the alert had faded, he closed his eyes once more—this time, to inspect his aperture.
He had immense familiarity and experience with cultivation.
The aperture existed in a phantom space—both physical and metaphysical. It went by many names throughout the world, but it was most commonly known as the Aperture of the Primal Sea. This spherical space was located within a Gu Master's body, around the abdominal area, between the kidneys. Due to its ethereal nature, it did not occupy physical space like a normal organ.
The aperture was infinitely vast, yet infinitely small, and only awakened through the interaction of the human body with the Hope Gu.
Tie Kie Jan calmly observed his aperture, filled to 79% with a jade-green liquid—his Rank 1 early-stage primordial essence. This percentage reflected the limits of his Grade B aptitude, occupying three-fourths of the spherical space.
After a thorough inspection, he felt assured and opened the system panel. His gaze settled on golden orbs floating peacefully in a blue inventory window: Hope Gu.
Like tiny motes of light, this Legendary Gu of the Human Path held great value for Tie Kie Jan. These rare Gu only appeared within spiritual springs—or perhaps, were drawn to such places by some hidden instinct.
Tie Kie Jan had gathered those only he could see, storing them for a singular purpose.
The system allowed him to artificially fill his aperture using these Gu. He extended a hand toward one of the spheres and selected it with care. Instantly, the sphere disintegrated into a stream of golden light that flowed directly into his aperture.
Tie Kie Jan closed his eyes, focusing entirely on the process.
Inside his aperture, the golden stream touched the empty portion of his primordial essence, interacting with the luminous membrane walls. Though the barrier remained intact, the golden light began to seep in slowly, gradually filling the remaining space with jade-green essence—though, unlike the rest, this essence flickered between the real and the unreal.
This was also his primordial essence—though it existed solely thanks to the system. It brought many advantages: in truth, he possessed a full 100% capacity of primordial essence. However, the benefits functioned as a hidden reserve, only activated under specific conditions. There was no risk of awakening an Extreme Physique, and from the outside, if anyone inspected his aperture, they would only see a maximum capacity of 79%.
"Every drop, every percentage of primordial essence matters greatly for a Gu Master, for many reasons. If my essence runs dry, I still have a 21% reserve—and to replenish it, I must wait for natural recovery or use primeval stones," Tie Kie Jan thought, sensing the shift within his aperture.
The energy flow continued for several minutes until the Hope Gu reserve was fully depleted.
Tie Kie Jan opened his eyes, and the system's glow faded from his mental landscape.
Reality returned to him—the window was open, allowing moonlight to spill into the room. The bedsheets were blue, and a faint trace of pallor lingered on his skin.
As Tie Kie Jan reflected on his next step, the other youths of the clan gathered in small groups, sharing their plans and impressions. However, the days passed quickly, and soon, they would all find themselves within the halls of Tie Academy, beginning a new chapter in their lives as Gu Masters.
A week had passed since the Awakening Ceremony. The classroom of the Tie Academy was filled with young students, all listening attentively to their teacher, the elder Tie Zhen Lin, who calmly explained the fundamentals of Gu Masters.
"Humans are the spirit of all living beings. Gu are the essence of heaven and earth. There are thousands of species, countless Gu, living all around us: in the soil, in the bushes, and even within the bodies of wild beasts," the elder began.
"Over time, scholars have unraveled the mysteries of Gu. Those who open their apertures and use their primordial essence to nourish, refine, and manipulate them are known as Gu Masters," the elder continued with a voice full of wisdom.
"Seven days ago, all of you participated in the Awakening Ceremony. And with the awakening of your Primordial Sea Aperture, you are now Rank 1 Gu Masters."
The students listened carefully, fully grasping the magnitude of the elder's words. Elder Tie Zhen Lin was a respected figure within the clan, known for his deep knowledge of Gu arts and his extensive experience as an instructor. However, as everyone paid attention to his words, a young man stood up from his seat with a posture full of respect.
"Master, I've always heard of Gu Masters of different ranks. Could you explain the ranks and levels of power in more detail?" the young man asked.
The elder nodded and, with a serene gaze, replied: "Gu Masters have nine ranks, from 1 to 9. Each of these ranks is considered a major realm, and each is further divided into four stages: initial stage, middle stage, upper stage, and peak stage. These sub-levels are clearly defined for Gu Masters from Rank 1 to 5. As for Immortal Gu cultivation, I have no information."
"And right now, all of you are at the initial stage of Rank 1."
"If you train with dedication, your cultivation base will naturally progress. Some of you may reach Rank 2, and if you have luck and talent, even Rank 3," the elder explained.
"For those with Grade D talent, the primordial sea fills 2 to 3 layers of the aperture. The highest advancement they can reach is Rank 2."
"For those with Grade C talent, the primordial sea fills 4 to 5 layers. While some may reach Rank 3, it is rare."
"Grade B talents possess 6 to 7 layers of primordial sea and can potentially reach Rank 4. Meanwhile, Grade A talents, with 8 to 9 layers, are the most gifted, capable of reaching Rank 5."
"As for Gu Masters of Rank 6 and above, they rarely appear in public and are considered legends by most. In our Tie Clan, to my knowledge, we've had figures such as Tie Mu Bai, our current leader, and the Divine Researcher Tie Xue Leng, the pride of our clan."
"Both reached Rank 5, but you're not here to listen about public figures like them. You must focus on your own path," Tie Zhen Lin concluded in a firm tone.
The young students listened attentively, and some couldn't help but glance at Tie Bai Xing, who, with his Grade A talent, stood out among them. However, others turned their eyes to Tie Kie Jan, who, despite being only Grade B, already seemed like a promising future for the clan.
"Remember, each of you possesses unique potential. The path of a Gu Master is not easy, but with effort, determination, and proper guidance, anyone can ascend in rank."
"Now, your first task will be to begin refining your vital Gu," the elder announced, shifting the tone of his speech.
"They will head to the academy's Gu hall, where they will choose the Gu that will mark the beginning of their path as Gu Masters. This will be the first challenge they must overcome in their cultivation."
The students, filled with anticipation, began to move as the elder offered them one final word of encouragement.
"Those who manage to refine their Gu first will receive a reward of 40 primordial stones."
The group, with tense yet determined expressions, made their way toward the entrance of the Gu hall.
As they walked along the path connecting the academy to the hall, the sun slowly began to set, painting the sky with warm shades of orange and red. The atmosphere was thick with a palpable mix of restrained excitement and nervousness.
The hall wasn't particularly large or impressive. However, as one approached, intricate details could be seen etched into the walls, through which sunlight gently filtered.
The students' voices faded as they neared the door. Tie Kie Jan walked among the group of youths, silently observing the scene around him while his thoughts were elsewhere.
Though no emotion showed on his face, he felt his heart quicken slightly as they drew closer. In the distance, the other students began to whisper among themselves.
"Have you already decided which Gu you're going to choose?" asked Tie Yan Mei, looking at him with a faint smile and a tone full of curiosity.
"Would you dare pick one of those rare Gu? Some of them look pretty interesting. It's really generous that many of the Gu we'll receive are free—and from what I've heard from my older sister, this won't be the last time."
Tie Kie Jan calmly watched as one of his classmates approached to strike up a conversation. It all felt too trivial to bother fitting in—after all, he'd be leaving the mountain soon, and the time they would share in the future would be brief.
"Yeah, you're right," he replied.
The short and simple reply drew a bitter expression on Tie Yan Mei's face.
Tie Heng Jiu, walking behind them, couldn't help but let out a mocking smile.
"Seriously? I heard the best Gu in this place have already been taken, and what's left might not be that great. It might not be as easy as it seems."
The atmosphere was electric, filled with murmurs among the students. At last, everyone arrived at the entrance to the chamber, where several guards from different branches of the clan stood watch. Upon seeing the students approach, the guards motioned for them to begin entering one by one.
Before stepping inside, Tie Kie Jan looked at the door. It wasn't ornate or decorated. It was clear that little effort had been put into the design of the structure.
Inside the hall, the Gu were stored in various containers. Some rested on jade plates, others inside wicker cages, and a few even within clay stoves.
Each one possessed a life of its own, like the very essence of the world. But since they had not yet been refined, they remained wild Gu, with a will of their own—a will that had to be subdued to become each youth's first Gu.
The room was lined with a series of cubicles. Tie Kie Jan noticed, in a display case to the right, a Gu that caught his attention: a long, grayish tube resembling bamboo, with a sharp point at one end. It was the Rank 1 Bamboo Lance Gu, a Wood Path Gu known for its ability to launch sharp stakes when infused with enough primeval essence by a Gu Master. It also had great durability, making it useful as a weapon.
It was a Gu that had not yet been refined by any Gu Master, which meant it still possessed its own will. If he chose to make it his vital Gu, he would have to subdue it—no easy task. This was a natural part of cultivation, something he was already accustomed to doing.
"This might be the right choice in the short term. Most will probably choose Gu from the Metal, Earth, or Strength paths... but this is my first Gu. I need something offensive—and also something I can fight with in case my primeval essence runs out," thought Tie Kie Jan, recalling the words the elder had spoken earlier that day.
A whisper came from nearby—one of the youths also observing the display case spoke in a low voice:
"Are you sure you can use that? It's a powerful Gu, but it needs good control and consumes a lot of primeval essence. My brother told me it's not very effective at long range."
Tie Kie Jan didn't answer right away. His gaze remained fixed on the Gu, analyzing its features and envisioning future scenarios. He sighed… "It's a shame there isn't a better Gu, but there's no such thing as the most powerful Gu—only a more powerful Gu Master," he thought.
"I'm sure," he finally replied softly, without turning to look at the youth.
With a calm motion, he lifted the Bamboo Spear Gu. The moment he touched it, a fleeting sensation ran through his hand—the Gu's surface was rough and cold, like metal.
The other youths also spread out, each selecting the Gu they believed to be the most suitable.
Some, like Tie Bai Xing, chose area-of-effect Gu, while others seemed indecisive—or perhaps simply unsure of their choices. After all, a Gu Master rarely possesses a complete system of Gu to cover all their weaknesses. That's why many opted for offensive-type Gu, believing that if they strike first, their opponent won't get the chance to fight back—especially now, when each of them has only one Gu covering a single aspect.
At that moment, the youths began leaving the hall one by one, their decisions made and their futures already set. Although everyone knew that the process of turning the chosen Gu into their Vital Gu would be arduous, there was no turning back.
Refinement was a task that could take days, months, or even years, depending on many factors: the Gu Master's amount of primeval essence, the will of the chosen Gu, and the level of the Gu.
(AN: The higher the level of the Gu to be refined, the greater its resistance. Of course, the Bamboo Spear Gu is only level 1, so it shouldn't be too difficult... right?)
Tie Kie Jan, with the Bamboo Spear Gu in hand, walked toward the exit without haste.
The sun had already set when the youths began their journey home. After one last glance at the Gu Hall, Tie Kie Jan stepped out with firm, determined strides. The cool evening breeze brushed his face, and the streets bustled with life as rainbow-colored lights lit up the surroundings.
The streets of the Tie Clan were bathed in a display of multicolored lights: red, blue, sky blue, purple, green, orange, and yellow.
Each color represented the immemorial heavens that, according to the Legends of Ren Zu, were destroyed by Ren Zu and his children in their struggle against the injustices of Fate. These lights not only adorned the streets but also served as a reminder of humanity's cultural legacy and the boldness that drives us to defy the impossible—no matter how idealistic the goal may seem. All for the good of humanity!
(AN: Propaganda from the greatest racists in the Gu World.)
Among the streets, one could see Rank 1 Gu Masters, squads returning from missions—young and full of energy—alongside mortals with weary eyes and the occasional foreign Gu Master.
In another superpower, these individuals would have been treated with suspicion and closely watched, but the Tie Clan was the number one force against the demonic path, and also among the finest detectives.
Naturally, as long as one could afford the entry fee and present their mission reports, they were welcome.
As he advanced, a prominent building appeared before his eyes. Its imposing structure, adorned with intricate details, spoke of the wealth and prestige of the owning family. It was one of the many properties of Tie Peng Ziu, the man he had to call "Father," a bond no one dared to question.
Upon reaching the main entrance, the chief butler, Qing Shu, greeted him with a slight bow and a courteous smile. Qing Shu, an older man always impeccably dressed, knew exactly how to conduct himself in the presence of the Tie Clan members.
"Young master Tie Kie Jan, what a joy to see you back. I hope you've had a successful day. Please follow me. I've prepared a variety of delicious dishes for tonight."
Tie Kie Jan barely looked at him. Although Qing Shu played an important role in the household, to him, he was nothing more than another cog in the machinery that was now his home.
His voice, calm yet carrying an unmistakable tone of authority, cut through the butler's courtesy.
"Qing Shu, where is Li Han?"
A brief flicker of discomfort crossed Qing Shu's face before he replied, choosing his words carefully.
"Li Han is in the west pavilion, young master, near the courtyard. He's cleaning there with Mo Er and his uncle."
A pause, then a remark tinged with something that could have been envy.
"I must say, it's surprising that Master Tie Peng Ziu took them in and gave them work. How fortunate they are!"
Tie Kie Jan did not respond. He walked past Qing Shu with firm steps, ignoring both the comment and the butler's expression. His goal was clear, and distractions were irrelevant.
Finally, he gave a parting order as he climbed the stairs: "I'll be busy with a task. Bring the food to my room immediately. I'll go to the main hall first."
..... . . . .
Upon entering the main hall, Tie Kie Jan found Tie Peng Ziu seated on a dark wooden chair, a cup of hot tea in hand. A soft, warm light radiated from the chandeliers, casting a solemn glow over the room's modest yet refined décor.
"How did it go?" asked Tie Peng Ziu without raising his eyes, his tone relaxed yet carrying a trace of genuine interest.
"I chose the Bamboo Spear Gu," Tie Kie Jan replied as he sat across from him. "A Wood Path Gu. Quite versatile, though its potential for advancement is relatively limited."
Tie Peng Ziu raised an eyebrow and set aside his cup of spring green snail tea before speaking.
"You plan to refine it today, don't you?" he asked, expecting a clear answer.
"Of course," Tie Kie Jan replied without hesitation. "However, I'll need some primeval stones to complete the process."
Tie Peng Ziu gave a slight nod, his evaluative gaze settling on his "son."
"You're fortunate. Even with the clan's internal divisions, our reserves remain plentiful. Take what you need. Don't be reckless, but don't be stingy either."
Tie Kie Jan acknowledged with a slight nod. Though he showed little emotion, Tie Peng Ziu's words brought him relief. Access to resources was crucial at this stage of his cultivation.
"How is the situation within the clan?" Tie Kie Jan asked calmly, not out of any desire to get involved, but because he needed to understand the environment he was in.
Tie Peng Ziu leaned back in his chair, his expression turning thoughtful.
"Clan leader Tie Mu Bai is about to step down. The years behind the walls have drained his strength, and now he's searching for someone to take over."
"And who are the main candidates?"
"The most prominent is Tie Meng Hin, younger brother of Tie Xue Leng. He's a rank 4 Gu Master at his peak stage, but he still lives in his brother's shadow. Some elders see him as a safe bet; others, as someone unlikely to surpass expectations."
Tie Peng Ziu paused, resting a hand against his chin.
"Apart from him, there are several younger clan leaders of comparable strength. All are rank 4. None surpass Tie Meng Hin in cultivation, but all have the support of the Elder Council."
"It doesn't sound like an easy decision," Tie Kie Jan commented indifferently, showing no real concern.
"It isn't. But that doesn't affect us directly." Tie Peng Ziu smiled faintly, a hint of sarcasm in his tone.
"Let the immortals and elders play their games. We have our own priorities."
"Cultivation," Tie Kie Jan stated calmly.
"Exactly." Tie Peng Ziu nodded in satisfaction.
"No matter who becomes the next clan leader. As long as you strengthen your foundation and stay focused on your path, all of that will remain nothing but background noise."
Tie Kie Jan rose, sensing the conversation had reached its end. "Thank you for the primeval stones. I'll begin the refinement."
"Go on." Tie Peng Ziu returned to his tea and once again relaxed into his chair.