Chapter Twenty-Nine: Testing Physical Attributes

Shen Lingfeng slowly opened his eyes, his tone indifferent. "Is what you said true?"

As Shen Lingfeng drew his vital energy back into his dantian, the chill lingering in the room gradually faded away.

"Brother Feng, I didn't see it personally, but all the witnesses that day saw it—Luo Tian's vital energy radiance was green!"

Shen Jinliang bowed slightly, his face full of respectful deference, though a trace of envy colored his voice. He tugged at his robe, hoping Shen Lingfeng would find someone to teach Luo Tian a proper lesson.

Though they bore no grudge against each other, Luo Tian had caused Shen Jinliang some embarrassment previously due to Li Yang’s incident. Now, in such a short span, Luo Tian had soared from the initial stage of the Condensation Realm to the fourth transformation. Naturally, Shen Jinliang was displeased; if someone could make him suffer a little, he’d be more than happy.

"Ten days."

Shen Lingfeng nodded absentmindedly. "That kid does have some luck. Who knows what precious thing he’s consumed."

Pausing, he continued, "Nevertheless, the Divine Sun Sect has always belonged to the four great families. Although it’s necessary to prepare secret manuals for body refinement techniques, no one will clearly explain the risks involved. As for the elite disciples, it’s the same—they won’t give those low-born individuals much opportunity."

"Brother Feng is absolutely right!"

Shen Jinliang lowered his head even further. "These common-born lowlings really believe they can become powerful cultivators—what a pipe dream! But Brother Feng, there’s something I once overheard from the elders of the family regarding this Luo Tian..."

"Speak."

A hint of interest flickered across Shen Lingfeng's face.

If the Shen family elders paid attention to him, could there truly be something extraordinary about him?

"It seems... it seems this Luo Tian was brought to the Divine Sun Sect by someone from above years ago."

Shen Jinliang knew little of the matter, his meaning not very clear.

Yet hearing this, Shen Lingfeng’s expression changed. He quickly regained composure, nodded, and waved his hand to dismiss Shen Jinliang.

"Father, this Luo Tian seems rather remarkable!"

Tang Yueyan returned home, lounging slantwise in her chair as she stretched lazily. "I spent quite a lot of contribution points to confirm it."

"Oh? What makes him remarkable?" Tang Yin gazed fondly at his daughter’s indolence, tempted to correct her but ultimately shook his head and let her be.

This man, already past forty, had a square face, piercing eyes and a radiant presence. He was in charge of resource distribution within Divine Sun Sect, and was not a weakling among the inner disciples, so he had considerable authority.

"The first time I met him, I was practicing the Jade Maiden Pouring Bottle body refinement secret technique, but encountered some trouble. He advised me on how to channel my energy, and I came out unscathed."

Tang Yueyan smiled as she continued, "I heard he advanced from the first to the fourth transformation of the Condensation Realm after ten days away, and the Shen family wanted to teach him a lesson. I went to find him and told him about it. Then, I had a few cultivation questions—he was able to pinpoint the key issues every time."

Tang Yin nodded slightly. "Some people are born different, sensitive to vital energy. It's rare, but not truly extraordinary. The real cultivation prodigies stand apart in their constitutions. But if he truly has that skill, it's worth befriending him. After all, although our Tang family is one of the four great clans, we have never ceased recruiting other talented individuals."

"Then father, you must reward me! He charged me three hundred contribution points per question—I asked five!"

Tang Yueyan giggled. "But he’s been a menial servant for two years. That’s much too long. I wonder who recruited him—don’t they check for talent even among the menial staff?"

As if recalling something, Tang Yin straightened suddenly, his brows furrowing. "Menial servant Luo Tian? Could it be that boy?"

"Which boy? Father, do you know him?"

Tang Yueyan saw her father’s odd expression and asked curiously. Though the Tang family didn’t consider common birth as lowly, if Luo Tian truly had any connection with her father, it would be a stroke of luck for him.

"I’m not sure yet." Tang Yin shook his head slightly and stood up. "I need to confirm something. Perhaps Luo Tian’s origins are different from others."

Luo Tian had already returned home from the Pill Treasure Pavilion. He looked at the cherry-sized white pill in his hand, feeling a pang of pain.

So this was the Mingyuan Pill he had exchanged a thousand contribution points for?

It was indeed a case of finding a pillow just when you’re drowsy; as soon as he thought to check his body’s attributes, Tang Yueyan had cheerfully delivered fifteen hundred contribution points. Yet such windfall comes in quickly and goes out just as fast, leaving one somewhat dissatisfied.

Oddly enough, though the body’s attributes should theoretically be tied to vital energy, for some reason, his Divine Sight could not discern his own body’s affiliation—a great pity, for it would have saved him a thousand contribution points.

But since he’d already exchanged for it, he might as well try it!

Luo Tian had carefully asked around; there was nothing special about the Mingyuan Pill, simply eat it directly. Though Senior Liu Quan had little affection for him and rolled his eyes as if a fly had flown in, he wouldn’t lie about such things.

Luo Tian popped the Mingyuan Pill into his mouth in one go, chewed it, smacked his lips, and stuck out his tongue—it tasted terrible, bitter and not at all sweet.

As the pill entered, its medicinal power spread, rising steadily.

Luo Tian felt a faint heat surge, like boiling water producing steam, rising into his eyes, causing a tingling and itchy sensation. It wasn’t unbearable, honestly.

After a moment, his vision turned blank, as if struck by a blinding light.

Luo Tian’s breathing grew rapid.

Is it happening?

Though he could see nothing now, his body was filled with countless points of light, surging overwhelmingly toward his eyes.

Hands, feet, back—

Skin, blood, flesh—

Heart, lungs, spleen—

Every part, every tissue, had its own emblematic point of light rising, dazzling in myriad colors.

What amazed Luo Tian most was that somewhere deep in his mind, a huge cluster of light drifted lazily toward his field of vision.

What in the world? Wasn’t it supposed to measure only the body’s attributes? Why was there something in his head?

Luo Tian frowned in confusion. The brain is the most mysterious part of the human body, and as a transmigrator, he vaguely suspected his soul was abnormal.

Please, let nothing go wrong!