A vast wind travels a hundred thousand miles, between the boundless ocean of clouds.
In the realm of Emperors and Gods, the Sword Fairy Sect, and the Misty Mountains.
A young man sits cross-legged atop the Spirit Vulture Rock.
With clear eyebrows and bright eyes, the young man seems out of place in the cultivation world.
Below the Spirit Vulture Rock, a few disciples of the Sword Fairy Sect point and whisper, their tones filled with scorn.
"Is the junior master uncle cultivating again?"
"This waste, how is he allowed to be called master uncle?" A disciple named Yuwenba sneered disdainfully.
"Waste?"
"Ten years ago, the Blood Demon Ancestor coveted our Sword Fairy Sect's spiritual mountain. He took advantage of our nine elder uncles' joint wedding day to launch a large-scale invasion. Our grand master uncle and the nine elder uncles committed a self-explosion, activating the grand formation of the Ten Thousand Sword Rivers, thereby protecting the sect's gateway. This Ye Xuan not only has no contribution, he was struck by lightning which crippled his spiritual root!"
"This useless man pretends to cultivate every day, but he's still useless! He's been relying on the protection of his sisters-in-law just to get by. He could be considered as the 'King of Soft Rice.'"
"Hush, keep your voice down! If the Sect Master hears us, we're in trouble!"
The disciples left.
The "junior master uncle" sat unmoved, as if he hadn't heard the mockery.
"Ding dong... Today's attendance check is successful!"
Upon hearing a very pleasant female voice in his mind, Ye Xuan finally relaxed, slumping on the rock.
He is not from the world of cultivation.
Ten years ago, he crossed over from reality.
He just happened to encounter the great war between immortals and demons, the Blood Demon Sect launched an all-out attack, and the Sword Immortal Sect was engaged in a fight to the death!
The Nascent Soul masters were stirring up the river and sea, and the old freaks who had reached the Transcendence realm were splitting the sky!
With the impending destruction of the Sword Immortal Sect, the master and his nine disciples joined hands to detonate their Dantian, forcefully conjuring the "Ten Thousand Swords Mountain River Formation"!
All of space-time was torn apart!
The world of cultivation and the real world intersected in an instant.
Ye Xuan came over with a bolt of lightning...
He hit right on target, striking the Blood Demon Ancestor!
The Blood Demon Ancestor was burnt to a crisp on the outside but tender on the inside, he was seriously injured and made a disgraceful retreat!
A junior brother who looked exactly like Ye Xuan, also named Ye Xuan, was unfortunately struck and killed on the spot.
Ye Xuan replaced the junior brother and became the only surviving second-generation disciple!
Unfortunately...
He simply doesn't have a "spiritual root"!
In the world of cultivation, without spiritual roots, one cannot practice cultivation, somewhat similar to a man without that certain something - how could he play?
Luckily, he had a system when he traversed across time and space.
The system left behind a single message, "Sign-in for ten years, and karma will come!"
After that, no matter how he summoned it, there was no further response.
For ten years, Ye Xuan persistently weathered the rain and wind atop Lingjiu Stone, checking in daily!
"I made it! After ten long years, I've finally persisted!"
At this moment, Ye Xuan was overwhelmed with emotion.
He eagerly hoped that the system could reward him with "karma".
Ideally, he wished for a shortcut to divinity!
Well, a one-button cultivation aid would not be too bad either!
Hey, even ten thousand years worth of cultivation experience wouldn't be too bad!
A cup of tea...
A stick of incense...
An hour's time...
But nothing happened.
Ye Xuan was dumbfounded.
"Is this it?"
Who knew it'd take ten years to punch loneliness?
Ye Xuan grew angry: "Damned system, there's no justice in martial arts!"
A soft, jade-like delicate hand rested on Ye Xuan's head.
A fragrance, not quite musk, yet reminiscent of orchids in a secluded valley, seeped into his heart and spleen - quite enchanting.
An imposing fairy-like empress with lazily combed phoenix-tail bun appeared beside Xuan Ye. She emanated an elegant charm, her thousands of black strands swaying gently.
"Eh? Sister-in-law?" Ye Xuan jumped in surprise.
In the next second, the scene suddenly changed.
The beautiful lady tightly gripped Ye Xuan's face.
"You're so cute, little uncle! Hehe, even your mere appearance is hard for me to resist! I'm smitten. This face, this skin..."
Sister-in-law was quite fond of Ye Xuan, stroking him unabashedly!
Ye Xuan was left tousled and usually resistant, exclaiming loudly: "Sister-in-law, please respect yourself! Someone will see!"
The fairy who was getting handsy with Ye Xuan right after meeting him was none other than the head of the sword fairy sect and the mysterious maiden of the Nine Heavens, Nangong Zhuang!
"Don't worry, I've already cast an Illusionary Form Technique; with my level of cultivation, no one can see it."
"..."
After some playful banter between the uncle and sister-in-law, Nangong Ao has his way. Ye Xuan is not willing to let himself be taken advantage of.
Nangong Ao regained his seriousness: "Who were you just criticizing for lacking the spirit of martial arts? Has someone been spreading rumors about you again? They shall be severely punished!"
Ye Xuan responded considerately: "It's of no concern. As for Yuwen Ji's underling, Yuwen Ba, how could I, as their martial uncle, stoop to his level? Ha-ha..."
Nangong Ao raised an eyebrow, snapped his fingers.
The peak of the Nascent Soul realm, [Finger Flick Divine Skill]!
"Ah!"
In the distance, a heartrending, desolate scream from Yuwen Ba echoed...
Ye Xuan sympathized and lamented: "Sister-in-law, please cool your anger. He merely called you a fierce tiger..."
"What?" The sect leader snaps his fingers!
"Ah! Please spare me, Sect Leader!" The cries became even more miserable.
"Oh, my mistake, he said that you’re sagging."
"Hm?" The Empress is furious, snap, snap, snap.
"Ah!" The cries became even more pitiful.
"Oh, oh, please let him go. He merely called me a waste."
"Hm?" Nangong Ao’s eyes flashed coldly!
Scold me? This sovereign is even angrier!
I snap, I snap, I snap and snap!
Scream... No more screaming.
Yuwen Ba convulses all over, seriously injured, collapses onto the street!
The disciples nearby, silent as cicadas in winter.
Nangong Zhen's eyes turn red, staring at Ye Xuan with deep concern. "Ye Xuan, you've been wronged. Although you can't cultivate, no one knows how much sacrifice and contribution you have made for the sect."
Ye Xuan looks at Yuwen Ba, who collapsed on the spot, a smug grin on his face.
Damn it, I may not be able to cultivate, but I have got nine exceptional, supremely powerful, flashy and cool sisters-in-law!
Eldest sister-in-law Nangong Zhen - the domineering empress, second sister-in-law Huang Yuerong - full of wisdom and strategy, third sister-in-law Dongfang Xi - In charge of the family gate, fourth sister-in-law Lu Lingyun - skilled in alchemy, fifth sister-in-law Lu Lingxi - proficient in poisoning, sixth sister-in-law Lady Nanguo - skilled in refining tools, seventh sister-in-law Duanmu Fu - the unrivalled assassin, eighth sister-in-law Linghu Yu - the queen of Qingqiu, and ninth sister-in-law Bai Xuanji - the supreme beauty of the four seas and eight wastelands!
The most amazing thing is, they all spoil and cherish me as their little brother-in-law and favorite member of the 'family group'!
I, am the foremost 'meal ticket king' in the world of cultivation!
Who dares to object?
Ten years ago, under the careful arrangement of the master, nine fairies of different celestial gates, the prime of their lives and gifted talents, married my nine older martial brothers on the same day.
The wedding had just started, when the Blood Demon Old Ancestor launched a massive assault, besieging Sword Immortal Sect!
The master and the nine unlucky elder martial brothers battled the demons, falling one after another!
"Nine sisters-in-law, who became widows as soon as they got married!"
When Ye Xuan mysteriously crossed dimensions, he was hit by a bolt of heavenly lightning and mistakenly struck the Blood Demon Ancestor. The moment it happened, all nine sisters-in-law confirmed - Ye Xuan was the great hero who saved the sect!
Ye Xuan and the nine sisters-in-law stood united, holding the fort together, otherwise, the Sword Fairy Sect would have collapsed long ago.
For ten years, the nine fairy sisters and Ye Xuan had relied on and cherished each other; the bond between uncle and sisters-in-law was profound.
Suddenly, Ye Xuan's body jolted!
A system voice actually rang out again.
"Congratulations! Your ten-year log-in streak is complete!"
"The Divine Select System is awake!"
"You've triggered a random selection task!"
"Task details: A. [Beast oh beast] Hold Nangong Zhang tightly. B. [Worse than a beast] Do nothing."
"Choosing A and completing it will reward you with a spiritual root; choosing B means this system will be permanently closed."
"Instruction: The longer and tighter the hug, the higher the grade of the spiritual root."
Ye Xuan was dumbfounded: "......"
Dang system!
That's so shameless!
You actually want me to do such a shameful thing?
Nangong Zao is the sister-in-law who loves me the most, the closest family in my life!
You think I would resort to such beastly behavior just for a mere spiritual root?
Uh...
It took Ye Xuan only 0.001 seconds to decide...
System, it's really tempting!
Big sister-in-law, please forgive me!
Rather than being a rootless beast, I'd rather be a beast with a root!
