Better late than never!
The perks of transmigrating as a Great Xia native are truly something.
Wait a minute—what kind of transmigration perk is this?
Su Ji believed reaching this point was entirely due to his talent and hard work.
It was his impeccable timing in drawing the lottery of fate.
Just a tiny bit of luck at play.
Now, a colorful destiny awaits from the very start.
If this isn’t fate’s chosen one, then what is?
Forget the Love-Longing Sect.
Even if it were a demonic sect, Su Ji could carve his own bloody path to survival without breaking a sweat!
Noticing Su Ji’s silence, the young woman spoke up to break the tension: "Since Senior Brother Su Ji has successfully broken through to Qi Refinement, I won’t disturb you further. I’ll take my leave now."
She paused at the doorway and added, "Don’t forget to leave me a good review at the Contribution Hall."
Su Ji: ???
What?
A good review?
Does that come with any… special services?
If the service is good, I’ll request you again next time.
This damn sense of déjà vu…
Su Ji even began questioning whether he’d actually transmigrated.
Was he just dreaming with his pillow too high?
Whatever.
No big deal either way.
By now, Su Ji had digested most of both sets of memories.
The complexity of these memories and the world’s lore made it near impossible for this to be a dream.
Perfect timing to explore freely: "Then I won’t see you out, Junior Sister—"
[Conversation with Su Jiu triggered, meeting aesthetic preferences. Romance options activated.]
[Option 1: Respond gently, expressing gratitude for her help in your breakthrough. Promise a good review and casually inquire about the process for a servant disciple to become an outer disciple. (Reward: Love-Longing Sect outer disciple status)]
[Option 2: Flat-out refuse. "No special services but still want a review? Get lost!" (May trigger special events or immediate combat.)]
[Option 3: Be blunt. Question why someone of her talent and cultivation would take on menial tasks like assisting servant disciples. (Reward: Unknown)]
[Permanent Option: Offer your pitiful life as tribute to my peerless sword path! (Current kill count: 0)]
Su Ji quickly scanned the four options.
Su Jiu?
So that’s this junior sister’s name.
Same surname—maybe they were distant relatives centuries ago.
Option 1: Safe, conventional, utterly uninspired.
Option 2: Reeked of someone who’d sworn eternal vengeance against poison and gambling.
Option 3: Su Ji genuinely had this doubt.
From his reorganized memories, he’d spent two and a half years as a servant disciple, barely scraping together enough sect contributions to exchange for this Qi Refinement breakthrough opportunity.
His "seniority" was why Su Jiu addressed him as "brother."
But usually, such tasks were assigned to other outer disciples—most of whom were mediocre Qi Refiners themselves, their assistance barely effective.
None could match this junior sister’s skillful technique. Her "massage" had been downright heavenly.
As for the last permanent option…
Honestly, Su Ji was tempted.
Why?
Well, those two white-tier fate blessings earlier—their names and effects weren’t just mismatched…
They were abstract to the point of absurdity.
So, was the true purpose of this "romance option" actually…
"Women keep distracting me from cultivation…"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
"I’ll slaughter until no one dares speak!"
Of course, this was just speculation.
Testing it now wasn’t practical.
Even a fool could see he stood no chance against Su Jiu.
The two special fate blessings seemed flashy but offered zero combat power.
Thus—
New to this world, better play it safe.
Option three felt like the steady choice.
"Junior Sister, there’s something I’m unsure whether to ask…"
Su Jiu blinked, seemingly caught off guard. She glanced back slightly. "Shallow ties warrant few words. Best not ask, Senior Brother."
Su Ji: …
This world’s vibe felt increasingly off.
Not even a shred of curiosity?
Still, no major issue.
Just as Su Jiu lifted her snow-white foot to step over the threshold—
She suddenly retreated, as if remembering something.
Returning to Su Ji, she reached into her robes and produced a small jade vial.
"Senior Brother just broke through to Qi Refinement. Your foundation isn’t stable yet."
Su Jiu extended the vial. "This is a first-grade ‘Blood-Clotting Pill’ I crafted myself. Low-tier, but the effects are mild."
"Good for stopping bleeding and numbing pain, internal or external injuries."
Su Ji: …
What fresh scam is this?
Was she so taken by his handsome face that she’d force-feed him the soft rice of dependency?
How else to explain this?
Then Su Jiu clarified: "If Senior Brother doesn’t mind, three low-grade spirit stones will do. Much cheaper than market price."
How abruptly the dagger was drawn!
He currently felt invigorated, every meridian singing with vitality—what "internal or external injuries" needed treating?
Had she offered pills to consolidate his realm or accelerate cultivation, he might’ve considered.
But Blood-Clotting Pills?
Handcrafted?
Even if she’d foot-crafted them, they weren’t worth three low-grade spirit stones.
Su Ji declined politely: "I have no need at the moment."
Su Jiu’s expression turned odd, her voice dropping: "These pills aren’t valuable, but Senior Brother may soon face injuries. They could prove lifesaving."
Su Ji raised an eyebrow.
That was… impressively tactless.
Or was it a veiled warning?
Regardless, three low-grade stones were beyond his means.
"Thank you for your kindness, but I can’t afford it."
Su Jiu didn’t press. After a pause, she uncorked the vial, shook out one pill into her palm, and tossed it to Su Ji.
Her tone turned icy: "The path of immortality is long. Farewell forever, Senior Brother."
With that, she strode out without looking back.
"Baffling…"
From Su Ji’s perspective, this junior sister’s cryptic behavior made little sense.
He lacked omniscient insight—
Wait.
Didn’t he actually have it?
As the saying goes: Use it or lose it. Early cooldowns reset faster.
"Observe Fate!"
The world around him froze.
The mottled grain of wooden walls, dust motes hanging midair—all motion ceased.
Then, something vast, unfathomable, exploded before his vision, collapsing into countless starry specks.
He "saw" endless threads—some bright, some dim; some thick, some fine.
Most were intangible.
Only one shone vividly, tinged with dark crimson.
Su Ji’s consciousness yanked that thread apart.
The scene before him warped violently.
Now, let’s witness—
What "predestined fate" truly means.