The Yandere System in the World of Cultivation

Victor shook his head.

"Sect master misunderstood me, now I'm not worthy to follow you, at least until I can reach the late stage of Heavenly Ascension(3), meaby then I won't be an eyesore"

Silence enveloped the hall.

"You said you would do anything for me but when I decided to give you an opportunity, a chance, you took a step back, is that what you want to do?"

Victor lifted his head and met the stubborn gaze of the sect master with a sense of despair; it was clear that to refute her words was impossible, all he could do now was to agree.

'Shit! Why does this kind of shit happen to me every time?!" He genuinely didn't understand what he had to do with it, as if he was immersed in a star of despair from which misfortune emanated at every step.

'At least not yet…' Victor breathed a sigh of relief; at least now it was impossible for him to become a holy son; he had an ordinary physique with which he could only become a normal disciple of the sect. And then when he could complete the quest and receive a new physique, he could figure it out and find a way out of this situation.

He was still in his thoughts as suddenly he heard the message from the system again.

Ding!

[Congratulations to the host on completing the quest!]

[You have completed both tasks with ease. You receive a "Legendary Chest" as reward.]

The legendary chest, as the system called it, brightly shimmered with different colors. It was similar to the various rewards in the random boxes you can get in the games for completing a particular mission.

The moment the trunk opened, the whole hall was filled with an ineffable sense of comfort; if before it had reflected many bright colors, now there remained only one color, a bright golden light effused from inside the chest.

From the opened chest, a golden beam suddenly shot towards Victor's glabella.

[Notice: glabella is the spot on the forehead, right between the brows.]

Victor did not know exactly what was happening now, but if to trust the feeling, it was clearly not something bad, he felt something warm enveloping and changing not only his roots but also his meridians, dantian and even bones.

The spiritual energy that Victor had always struggled to feel at that moment gushed into his body, replenishing his dantian, which had dried up from his efforts and was now lacking. The power he felt now was incomparable to anything he had ever felt before.

Ding!

[Master, you are incredibly lucky to receive the physique of the Celestial Emperor (Rank: Divine)]

Gulp.

Victor swallowed hard; at this moment he completely forgot about death, the master and the sect and all the other nonsense, as all his thoughts focused on the reward he had received.

'Am I really this lucky?' He pinched his cheek several times trying to figure out whether he was dreaming or not, only when his cheek began to hurt from his repetitive pinching did he become convinced that this was really happening.

He almost never gets lucky, no matter what situation he was in, but now just completing the first quest, and he immediately received the rank that was the maximum he could, just thinking about it Victor breathed heavily. It was a piece of luck he never believed in.

It was only after a while that he calmed down a little, and he was glad.

Before completing the quest, Victor hoped that he would receive a physique of the highest heavenly rank, which was already quite good, but he did not expect it to be a divine rank, as he clearly knew what that meant.

While in the library of the Yang Clan, he carefully studied physiques, because they were the basis of cultivation, something required to storm through the ranks of cultivation, the greater the physique the higher chance that you can become a strong cultivator. And he remembered that there are a total of four types of physiques.

The ordinary one he had up to that point, the earthly one, which was found in the majority of cultivators, the heavenly one, mostly the geniuses of the top sects had them, and the divine one, a rank that existed only in legends.

Despite the fact that it was only in legends and rumors, it was accurately described that a cultivator with such a physique was called the "Son of Dao," so with such a physique a cultivator would not have a single obstacle on his path of cultivation.

He would have no problems regarding the bottleneck, his breakthroughs would not at all be like that of ordinary cultivators who needed a suitable environment. Instead it was like a sip of a cup of tea, the rate of recovery of spiritual energy was at maximum speed possible that exceeded the recovery rate of a cultivator with a heavenly physique several times over.

In some cases, when a cultivator found a suitable technique for cultivation, he did not even need to meditate, because the spiritual energy seemed to revolve around him, this was the physique that myriads of cultivators dreamed of.

In all the existence of this world, there were only a few people with this physique, and each one of them was someone whom no one could touch in his era. Of course, these names were eventually lost even in the records, and the reason for their disappearance has not yet been elucidated.

Ahem!

At that moment he heard someone cough and remembered that he was not alone but with the sect master, looking at how she looked at him strangely, Victor coughed awkwardly.

He noticed that the trunk as well as the overflow of bright colors throughout the hallway were not seen by her, sighing in relief, there would be a problem if she asked any questions.

"Will you join my temple?" - Again the cold voice of the sect master sounded, which brought Victor out of his thoughts.

"Master of the sect, thank you for the offer. It is an honor for someone like me." - Speaking these words he bowed while his eyes glittered.

He used to hesitate because he didn't want to attract opinion if he became a holy son of the Temple of the Dark Moon, but he knew that now it was impossible to avoid it. The rank of his physique would be found out wherever he went.

And upon learning this, many would openly hunt for him down, jealousy or fear of the future completely clouded the cultivators' minds, which would have been fatal for Victor. He clearly knew what outcome would await him.

But, now that the sect master had personally invited him into the sect and had even allocated a holy son seat for Victor, it was impossible to refuse.

Although the Temple of the Dark Moon was a demonic sect there were only a few righteous sects that would dare to confront the sect directly, but would soon retreat for fear of the sect master.