Immortal Sect's Supreme Star.

As Meng Yu walked past the display window, a bright reflection revealed a handsome and scholarly face—a sixteen-year-old boy in his prime, his smile as gentle as water.

Yet, he couldn't help but recall the scene from three months ago, when the original host had slit his wrist, leaving behind a blood-written message throughout the house.

The original host committed suicide by wrist-cutting, and Meng Yu crossed over to this world.

"Hello."

Meng Yu waved at the mirror, and the illusion disappeared without a trace.

Not far away was the entrance to his home, where someone was already waiting.

"Ah, Meng Yu, why are you only coming back now? I've been waiting for you for two hours!"

An impatient middle-aged man stood at the door, his sharp features twisted in displeasure.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Two, the school had some issues today that kept me until now," Meng Yu apologized politely before opening the door.

In truth, if you made someone wait for two whole hours, it meant you really didn't want to see them.

Having opened the door, Meng Yu glimpsed at the calligraphy on the wall.

"Do not neglect to do good things no matter how small, and do not commit evil things no matter how small."

These were the words left by his body's mother, hoping her child would live safely.

On the table lay sealed beverages, which the man picked up and immediately drank.

"We agreed to sign the guardianship document today, what does making me wait so long mean?" Uncle Two said with an annoyed expression; he was dying of thirst.

"I'm truly sorry, there were some delays at school; by the way, about the money?" Meng Yu asked, looking at Uncle Two somewhat timidly.

"I won't shortchange you, sign the guardianship document first, then we'll talk," Uncle Two replied.

Meng Yu's father had died in battle seven years ago, and his mother had also died in the line of duty for the Enforcement Hall of the Immortal Sect a few years later. As both parents had performed missions for the Immortal Sect and had merits to their names, their children were entitled to certain benefits in addition to the regular compensation, one of which was the eligibility to purchase the Third-Grade Marrow-Cleansing Pill upon meeting certain conditions.

Although this benefit used to be free of charge decades ago.

The Third-Grade Marrow-Cleansing Pill was a coveted treasure, desired by many.

For instance, the original host wanted to exchange it but failed, pressured by the family until he snapped and chose to commit suicide by slitting his wrists. As a result, Meng Yu transmigrated over, inheriting both the original host's memories and cultivation.

Meng Yu's current identity was that of a high school student living alone, and next year's Immortal Sect college entrance examination would determine his future.

This was an era of widespread cultivation, with even fiercer competition. Scions of prestigious families had access to the best cultivation techniques from a young age, along with guidance from famous masters, and could use Spirit Pills freely, while ordinary families could only hope their children were geniuses.

Meng Yu, too, hoped he was a genius, but the reality was that he wasn't, nor was the original host a genius; in terms of talent assessment, they were just slightly better than ordinary people.

Both in the Five Elements bloodline, and in Divine Soul aspects.

At this moment, that Third-Grade Marrow-Cleansing Pill seemed exceptionally important.

"Have you thought it through?"

"Uncle, I beg you, I have the college entrance exam next year, and a good school means so much to me. This one Third-Grade Marrow-Cleansing Pill could determine my future. Can't you please be generous and sign the consent form? If I succeed, it will be a good thing for the family too."

Two years ago, and last year, the original Meng Yu applied twice to purchase the Third-Grade Marrow-Cleansing Pill, but his uncle - his guardian - vetoed it because the conditions were 'not right'.

In the Immortal Sect, the majority of people lack cultivation aptitude—not that they can't cultivate, but that no matter how they cultivate, even with all the Heavenly Treasures and Earthly Rarities piled up, their achievements would still be limited.

However, there are always some who believe in shaping their own destiny even at great expense, ending up with nothing to show for it, further burdening their families. Thus, in terms of the law, Meng Yu's uncle, now his guardian, could veto any decisions until Meng Yu turned 18.

The uncle smiled, his face filled with feigned kindness.

"Meng Yu, I understand that you need this Third-Grade Marrow-Cleansing Pill, but you also need to think about your future.

To buy the Third-Grade Marrow-Cleansing Pill, you'd have to spend a million, using up all your savings and even mortgaging the house. What if you fail in your breakthrough?

Why not leave it for the family? Everyone will remember your generosity, isn't that good?"

"Your innate talent is poor, and even with the Third-Grade Marrow-Cleansing Pill, there's a 70% chance of failure. By choosing to take the money, you wouldn't have to worry in your next life, right?"

"Trust me, the family will compensate you double. I'll find you a new one next year."

If it weren't for the imminent signing of the entrustment document, the second uncle wouldn't have bothered to speak to him so nicely. Keep in mind, before this, he had used many methods to force this young man into a corner with no way out.

"But, I still want to try. After all, there is a 30% chance of success, isn't there?"

Ten thousand years ago, the Immortal Sect ruled the world, and in this world where mighty power was vested in the self, one's personal cultivation determined their future.

People were divided into commoners and citizens, with different ranks enjoying different treatments and benefits. Although having money could let one live safely and comfortably for a lifetime, Meng Yu didn't want that at all.

Moreover, a Third-Grade Marrow-Cleansing Pill, if bought through the official channels, would cost five million per pill!

"Meng Yu, don't be obstinate!"

The second uncle sneered. Were it not for the strict surveillance, and the fact that this brat's identity was somewhat special, did he think he could have lived up till now?

"Your parents are gone, and now I'm the one looking after you. I won't allow you to waste resources like this!"

"Then I just won't buy the Third-Grade Marrow-Cleansing Pill. We can go our separate ways!"

Meng Yu took a deep breath and said resolutely.

"Whatever you like is fine by me."

The second uncle smiled similarly. It's true that everyone really wanted the Third-Grade Marrow-Cleansing Pill, but it wasn't like they couldn't buy it from the market. Although five million was a bit much, they could grit their teeth and buy it if need be. The most important reason they pressured him was that Meng Yu's mother was born from a concubine!

The children born from the legitimate wives, of course, hated this woman and her child. That's why he used means to become the boy's guardian, legally restricting him time after time, enjoying seeing him struggle and suffer.

This brat was quite tough before. On his second visit, he even declared that he would rather die than back down and threatened to sue them.

"Can't we negotiate?"

Meng Yu looked at his second uncle. When applying for a Third-Grade Marrow-Cleansing Pill, the system would send a notification to the guardian. If the guardian does not respond within seventy-two hours, it would be considered consent.

"We're doing this for your own good. You need to understand our difficulties."

He intended to thwart him completely, including previously enticing him to gamble and so on.

"Alright then."

Meng Yu sighed and gazed at the calligraphy on the wall.

"Your mother was a good person, a genuinely good person. The calligraphy she left behind is excellent, and you should learn well from her."

The second uncle said with a smile, reveling in bullying straightforward people like Meng Yu.

Without killing the poor, how could one become rich, right?

The room fell into silence. It wasn't just about the profit—the man simply wanted to watch Meng Yu distressed and helpless; he wanted to press him into the dirt!

You're upset, aren't you? Go ahead and sue me, let's fight it out in court, I'll stall you for years...

But why are his own hands so weak and powerless, and why does he suddenly feel sleepy?

It was then that he remembered, upon arriving at the door, he was quite thirsty and had finished off two bottles of a drink.

"You little bastard, you drugged me..."

Meng Tianyou reached for his phone, but Meng Yu came up behind him, grabbed his neck, and with a forceful twist, rotated it a full circle.

The man collapsed on the desk, never to make another sound.

Outside, night had fallen, and the sky was thick with dark clouds.

Only the light in the living room flickered, illuminating everything, including the row of characters on the wall.

Do not refrain from doing good due to its insignificance, do not commit evil because it is trifling.

Yes, that's exactly right.

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