Quang Binh city, the Vuong Family Villa.
Inside the smoke-filled drawing room, Vuong Thanh sat with a heavy expression, taking deep, continuous drags from his cigarette.
Nguyen Ngoc Linh occasionally furrowed her brows, but out of respect for her younger brother’s presence, she held back her temper.
Uncle Binh, the butler, poured tea for the three of them before quietly stepping back to stand in the corner.
The atmosphere was stiflingly tense.
After a long while, Nguyen Hung Cuong was the first to break the silence:
“Brother-in-law, Sis!
You two don’t need to worry so much.
The doctor already said it’s just a meridian injury.
It’s nothing serious, he’ll recover in a few days.”
“Sigh, that’s easy to say, but it still affects his foundation.
If this gets out, or if the Academy examiners inspect him closely, little Minh’s evaluation will likely drop significantly,” Vuong Thanh exhaled a cloud of smoke, replying with a bitter smile.
Hearing this, Nguyen Ngoc Linh no longer cared about the pungent smoke.
She hurried over and grabbed her husband’s arm:
“Hubby, is there really no other way?
Don’t you have decent connections with some partners over there?
Can they pull some strings during the examination process?”
It wasn’t that the couple was overreacting.
In this day and age, martial cultivation was the absolute king.
In a way, the tens of billions of people on Blue Star all existed to serve Martial Artists.
If Vuong Minh couldn’t get into the Top Ten Academies, his future wasn’t even worth discussing; at best, he would just inherit his father’s business and live out his days as a clueless rich man in Quang Binh city.
He might not even manage to be a rich man.
After all, the Vuong family could only securely protect their wealth right now because they had Nguyen Hung Cuong backing them.
If Old Nguyen were to unexpectedly kick the bucket one day, or accidentally offend someone stronger than him, their family being torn apart and ruined wouldn’t be a mere joke.
Vuong Thanh lacked talent, stuck at Tier Four of the Spirit Channeling Realm for his entire life.
His wife, Nguyen Ngoc Linh, was slightly better, having barely scraped into the late stage—Tier Seven of the Spirit Channeling Realm.
The couple’s sole dream was to see their son become a dragon among men, hoping their precious child could walk much further down the path of martial arts.
In truth, Vuong Minh hadn’t disappointed his parents.
His grades were quite excellent, and he held a very high chance of being admitted into Victoria Academy.
Who would have thought this incident would happen today, casting a dark shadow over the hearts of Mr and Mrs.Vuong.
Seeing their distress, Nguyen Hung Cuong hurriedly offered comfort:
“Brother-in-law, Sis!
Dr.
Tuan is an acquaintance of mine.
He absolutely won’t leak a single word of this to the outside, so you can put your minds completely at ease.
As for his foundation…”
Pondering for a moment and remembering the immense support Vuong Thanh had given him to reach where he was today, Nguyen Hung Cuong gritted his teeth.
He pulled a jade bottle from his spatial ring and placed it on the table:
“Here is a Spirit Essence Meridian-Mending Pill.
It can heal his injuries while simultaneously solidifying his foundation and nourishing his vitality.
Sis, give this to Vuong Minh.
It will completely repair his damaged foundation, perhaps even making it stronger than before.”
“This…”
Staring at the pill bottle on the table, the Vuong couple was shell-shocked.
On Blue Star, resources were scarce.
Alchemical pills were ultimate luxury items; money couldn’t even buy them.
Only true experts possessed the qualifications to acquire them.
Nguyen Hung Cuong only managed to secure this single pill thanks to his Meridian Opening Realm cultivation and his connections with the Ministry of Public Security, acting as an instructor and temporary guest elder for the Quang Tri Province police force.
Normally, he treasured this pill with his life, not daring to use it, saving it for a life-or-death crisis.
To take it out for Vuong Minh now…
how could such sentiment not move them?
“Brother-in-law, Sis, don’t decline.
I still have the ability to acquire things like this in the future, but Vuong Minh needs it urgently right now.
Just take it.
Consider it his uncle’s early investment in him.
Who knows, once he becomes successful, he might come back and pull me up with him.” Having made his decision, Nguyen Hung Cuong didn’t regret it, laughing heartily to persuade the couple.
Nguyen Ngoc Linh didn’t dawdle either, decisively accepting it:
“Alright.
Thank you, Cuong.
Vuong Minh will definitely remember his uncle’s favor!”
With this heavy burden finally resolved perfectly, the atmosphere instantly became much lighter and more cheerful.
After chatting a bit more with Old Vuong and her younger brother, Nguyen Ngoc Linh couldn’t hold back anymore.
She stood up, taking the pill and a bowl of medicinal soup, and hurried upstairs to check on her precious son.
….
Meanwhile, inside Young Master Vuong’s room.
Our protagonist was lying on his bed like a dead fish, his face completely devoid of the will to live as he blankly digested the knowledge just surfacing in his mind.
Ultimately, he had no choice but to face reality: all the knowledge from his past life was completely fucking useless for his current self.
The language was unified now, and the academic knowledge was eras ahead.
It simply wasn’t something an antique like him could handle.
Not giving up hope just yet, Chairman Vuong stared blankly at the ceiling and forced his mouth open:
“Amy, find me a few of Victoria Academy’s entrance exam papers from the past year.”
“Understood, Master!”
Instantly, the watch on his wrist lit up.
A moment later, that same AI girl—with a student’s face, a parent’s assets, and an extremely illegal figure—materialized beside the bed.
This was his predecessor’s personal Virtual Assistant, custom-ordered by Vuong Thanh for a rather exorbitant sum.
Safe, secure, and convenient.
Not only did it assist Vuong Minh in his daily life, but it also helped with his studies, recorded all sorts of personal data, and guided his cultivation.
Most notably, it could satisfy any of the employer’s needs—save for those strictly forbidden by law.
Yes, except for things forbidden by law—but one shouldn’t place too much hope in the conscience of capitalism.
Seeing the AI brought back memories.
Countless memory fragments suddenly surfaced, making Chairman Vuong so furious he wanted to curse someone’s mother:
“You little brat!
Instead of focusing on your studies, you spend all day having dirty thoughts.
Inwardly lustful but too thin-skinned to actually go find a girlfriend, so you only dared to use your hands?
Aren’t your hands supposed to be for practicing martial arts and swinging a blade?
What a piece of trash!
No wonder you couldn’t break through to Tier Four of the Spirit Channeling Realm, and couldn’t even handle the Victoria Academy exam.”
Enraged, Vuong Minh didn’t even bother looking at the exam papers yet.
He quickly ordered Amy to change into a different outfit.
Finally, once the virtual assistant manifested a heroic, tight-fitting full-body armor, and even her skin texture shifted from mutton-fat jade to a Na’vi-like patterned style—full of innovation and art—did Vuong Minh satisfy himself enough to let her execute the previous command.
A while later…
Waving his hand to shut off the holographic screen on the ceiling, Chairman Vuong nodded in profound realization.
Very good.
His predecessor had indeed learned this material.
Even though he couldn’t do it before, now that he possessed his predecessor’s knowledge…
he still couldn’t do it.
Skimming through it once, he switched to the exam from the year before that and reviewed it again.
Finally, Vuong Minh was utterly paralyzed.
Brother, forgive my arrogant youth, for I truly did not know the immensity of heaven and earth.
This older brother takes back what he just said.
There was no way around it.
Can’t do it means can’t do it.
Even though he had learned it through the memories, this soul was currently processing the information using an ancient human’s mindset.
There were many concepts he simply hadn’t adapted to yet.
He had calculated it: on a 100-point exam, he could score 40 points at absolute most, falling vastly short of little Vuong Minh’s average of 60 points.
And for the past three years, the lowest cutoff score was an average of 70 per subject.
The gap between them was like the distance between the Earth and the Moon.
With only a hundred days left until the exam, how the hell was he supposed to cram for this?
Well, it was a good thing his family had money and his old man had connections.
They could buy his way in through the back door.
Thinking of this, Young Master Vuong felt completely reassured.
He began to concentrate intensely, exploring his own soul again.
Earlier, while sifting through his predecessor’s memories, he seemed to have discovered something bizarre.
Sure enough, it didn’t take long for Vuong Minh to distinctly sense a cluster of brilliant Violet Radiance residing deep within his soul.
It’s the very thing that was deep inside the Son Dong cave!!!
Vuong Minh grew thrilled.
…
The Vuong Family Villa.
On the large bed, Vuong Minh kept his eyes tightly shut, looking as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.
But his breathing grew increasingly heavy, his blood surged, and his heart hammered wildly—all proving that he was very much awake.
“Warning!
Warning!
Heart rate has exceeded 180 beats per minute.
Abnormal signs detected.
Master, please confirm your status.”
Amy’s cold, emotionless voice suddenly rang in his ears, snapping Vuong Minh’s eyes wide open.
Two beams of almost tangible light shot from his eyes, terrifyingly bright.
If anyone had been there, they would have easily noticed the boundless ecstasy and excitement hidden within them.
It was the Violet Radiance from the Son Dong cave!
It had followed him all the way to the future.
Although he still didn’t fully understand what this thing was or where it came from, that didn’t matter anymore.
All Vuong Minh needed to know was that his future in this world was destined to be anything but ordinary.
Exhaling deeply, he ordered Amy to cancel the warning.
Only then did Vuong Minh force himself to calm down and carefully evaluate it.
The origin of the Golden Finger that had resurrected him was a mystery, but its functions were absolutely perverse.
It could absorb anything and everything—from easy targets like spiritual energy and spirit stones, to difficult ones like physical matter and raw ores.
It could then revert that matter to its origin and fabricate absolutely anything he desired, provided the mass-energy equivalence was balanced and he had previously “Reverted” that specific item.
Simply put, he could turn stone into gold, provided their mass-energy values were equal.
Ten kilograms of stone could turn into one kilogram of gold, or maybe more—that wasn’t the point.
The point was that as long as he possessed an item, he could replicate it infinitely.
Of course, living beings were the exception.
It wasn’t so overpowered that it could instantaneously clone life.
Furthermore, the Violet Radiance could absorb all emotions or sentiments directed at him by others.
Positive emotions could nourish his soul and assist in deducing cultivation methods and knowledge.
Negative emotions could transform into karmic fire, burning and tempering his physical body.
Strong!
Too damn strong!
Despite having lived two lifetimes and weathered all sorts of storms, Vuong Minh felt his ego inflating wildly.
With a Golden Finger of this caliber, did he really need to limit his goals to some dogshit Victoria Academy?
Wouldn’t the number one academy, the War God Academy in Eagle Nation, be a much tastier prize?
But he wouldn’t stop there.
The vast sea of stars was his true destination!
“Warning!
Warning!
…”
“Shut up!”
Glaring at the holographic body of a certain Elf loli, Vuong Minh tried once more to suppress his raging emotions, fidgeting in his eagerness to test it out.
The watch on his wrist wasn’t a good candidate; it was tied to too many things like network connections and serial numbers.
It couldn’t be cloned casually.
He looked around the room, trying to find something handy to deconstruct and revert to its origin right now.
Right at that moment…
Knock knock…
“Baby, are you feeling any better?
Mom is coming in, okay?”