Copy!
The second—and main—function of the system was to copy.
Cultivation, talents, techniques—anything the host desired could be copied. This was the core function of the Copy Cat System.
The copying feature existed in two forms.
The first allowed the copying of techniques and skills. By merely watching a technique or trick being performed once, the host could copy the very essence of the demonstrated art.
The second method was used to copy talents, cultivation, and more physical traits, and it required direct physical contact with the target.
By making physical contact, Wang Teng, through the system, could copy anything he deemed worth copying.
Each target could only be copied once, with a cooldown of one month before the same target could be copied again.
These two mechanisms together formed the Copy Cat System, making it incredibly special—and invaluable—in Wang Teng's eyes.
***
[Do you wish to copy?]
The moment Wang Teng heard those words, he answered without hesitation.
Yes.
[Analysing target…]
[Target analysed!]
[Copyable traits available]
[Total: 2]
[Talent]: Middle Grade Spirit Roots
[Cultivation]: Foundation Establishment (1/9)
[Please select the trait!]
'Cultivation base!' Wang Teng roared mentally as his hands remained pressed against the old man's legs.
[Copying cultivation…]
[Ding! Cultivation base {Foundation Establishment (1/9)} copied]
Time seemed to stop.
The world froze as a strange current surged down Wang Teng's spine.
Still bent over, he felt his muscles tightening and coiling as a warm, unfamiliar sensation washed over his body.
Click…
Click…
A series of clicking sounds echoed from within as his bones realigned and his muscles grew denser and denser, his body rapidly approaching the absolute peak of what was humanly possible.
Strength coursed through him. Power flowed through his veins as his physique tightened, reaching the biological limit—the threshold where mortal flesh could grow no stronger.
'Body Refinement Peak… ' Wang Teng realised instantly, recognising the state through the lectures and manuals he had studied.
Crack!
A sound like shattering glass rang out as the invisible chains binding his body snapped apart.
The limiter imposed upon mortal matter was broken.
A warm, fluid-like energy rushed in from all directions.
Qi.
The mystical energy that governed the laws of the world—the power of immortals that shattered mortality and defied death.
When the body reached its absolute peak, when it surpassed the limits of mortal strength, the limiter shattered, allowing one to sense the omnipresent Qi.
The realm in which one first sensed Qi was known as the Qi Sensing Realm, the first true realm of cultivation.
Damon felt heat rising within his body as he was bathed in the warmth of mystical Qi. His strength surged beyond mortal limits as his perception expanded like never before.
This warm current… flowing through the world… flowing through me… Wang Teng thought as he surged through the Qi Sensing Realm in mere seconds.
Even with his eyes closed, he could feel the presence of others around him.
Two on the left… three on the right…
He could vaguely perceive their postures, expressions, and reactions without seeing them.
Perception.
A discounted version of observation—a cultivator's innate sensing ability. Though typically unlocked at the Qi Flowing Realm, Wang Teng experienced it prematurely due to his sudden leap.
The Qi within his body churned like blood, circulating through newly formed pathways.
Qi from the surroundings flowed toward him, entering through his breath, forming a connection between the world outside and the world within.
The Qi within him increased, his strength multiplying as his cultivation continued to evolve.
Boom!
A thunderous explosion echoed inside his mind.
Instinctively, Damon shut his eyes.
When he opened them again, he found himself standing in a vast void.
Spiritual World.
A black, empty expanse—the spiritual domain of a cultivator, born upon reaching the Foundation Establishment Realm, the stage where one could live up to three hundred years without external aid, provided they did not fall midway.
The growth finally slowed.
Qi channels stabilised. His body cooled as the violent transformation came to an end.
Opening his eyes once more, Wang Teng found himself back in reality, still touching the elder's feet.
He slowly withdrew his hands and stood up.
Power surged through his veins, but he restrained himself, not letting it cloud his mind.
"Thank you, Elder Li, for your kindness and guidance," Wang Teng said sincerely, his heart pounding as he bowed deeply, praying the man before him noticed nothing unusual.
"Hm."
Li Tiansheng nodded in satisfaction, stroking his beard.
"With this… I shall take my leave, Elder," Wang Teng said, turning to depart.
"You may go. But before that—"
Wang Teng froze.
Li Tiansheng glanced toward a black-robed enforcer standing nearby.
To anyone below Foundation Establishment, this moment would have seemed ordinary.
But Wang Teng saw it clearly.
A thin, thread-like structure—mystical and profound—extended from Li Tiansheng to the enforcer.
Voice transmission…
A basic manipulation technique that allowed sound to be conveyed directly to a chosen target.
"I quite like your attitude, junior," Li Tiansheng said aloud, his eyes filled with approval. "It is a pity that the heavens separated us through talent, but today, you have won this old man's heart."
The disciples behind Wang Teng—those awaiting judgment and those who had passed—were stunned.
Murmurs rippled across the grounds.
"Ahem."
Elder Li cleared his throat, instantly silencing the crowd.
"Escort this young man down the mountain," he ordered. "Ensure his safety until he reaches Changsheng City."
"Yes, Elder!"
Two black-robed disciples bowed and moved to flank Wang Teng.
"There isn't much," Elder Li added, "but I have prepared a small gift for you. Our paths may never cross again, yet I still wish you a good life."
With a serene smile, Li Tiansheng watched Wang Teng depart under escort.
"Hoho…"
In high spirits, he returned to the stone platform, pulling out the list and calling the next name.
"Zhi Peng!"
"It's me, Elder!"
A short, fat youth rushed forward, causing Elder Li's brows to knit.
"Body Refinement Stage Two?" Elder Li sneered. "How does trash like you even exist?"
"Handyman disciple or leave the sect. Choose."
"I wish to become a handyman disciple, Elder Li!"
"Very well. Escort him with the others."
As Elder Li moved on—
"By the way, Elder Li," the youth added nervously, "in my hometown, we touch feet—may I?"
"Fuck off."