Yi Feng stared at the glowing interface before him, the words "Infinite Money System" pulsing in neon blue. "This can't be real," he muttered, rubbing his eyes. Just yesterday, he'd been scavenging for scraps in the bustling market of the impoverished district.

"Master Yi!" A booming voice echoed, and a massive figure stepped out from the shadows—a hidden bodyguard, clad in dark robes. "I am your protector, Xu. With your system, we can reshape our destinies."

Yi Feng grinned, a spark igniting in his chest. "What's our first move?"

"Join the Azure Flame Sect," Xu suggested, folding his arms. "They control resources in the cultivation world. With your wealth, you'll rise quickly."

"Let's do it!" Yi Feng declared, adrenaline rushing through him.

At the sect's entrance, a stern elder glared. "Who dares to challenge our gates?"

"Yi Feng, here to join!" he shouted, the words ringing through the air.

The elder raised an eyebrow. "With what merit?"

A sly smile crept onto Yi Feng's face. "A donation of a million spirit stones," he said, tapping the shimmering interface. The elder's jaw dropped.

"Welcome to the Azure Flame Sect," he murmured, stepping aside.

As Yi Feng stepped through the gates, he felt the weight of his choices. Wealth could be a weapon, or a curse. Only time would tell.

Inside the Azure Flame Sect, Yi Feng marveled at the sprawling grounds filled with vibrant flowers and towering trees. The air was thick with the scent of incense and the hum of whispered incantations. "This place is amazing," he said, glancing at Xu, who walked beside him, his expression unreadable.

"The power here is intoxicating," Xu replied, his voice gravelly. "But be cautious. Not everyone will welcome your sudden rise."

Yi Feng chuckled, a hint of arrogance in his tone. "Let them try. I have the system and you."

As they approached the main hall, a group of disciples laughed nearby. "Look at the new guy! Thinks he can buy his way into the sect," one said, snickering.

"Pathetic," another chimed in, and they burst into a fit of laughter, "Ha ha! Let's see what he's made of!"

Yi Feng's fists clenched, but Xu placed a steadying hand on his shoulder. "Ignore them. Show your worth."

"Yeah, I will," Yi Feng shot back, determination clear in his voice. "Let's start with the trial of elements. I'll crush their expectations."

Xu nodded, a hint of a smile on his lips. "Then let's prepare. Your journey is just beginning."

As they trained, Yi Feng felt the power of the system coursing through him. With each challenge, he grew stronger, drawing the attention of the sect's leaders. But with that attention came envy—a simmering threat that could ignite at any moment.

One evening, during a training session, a rival disciple confronted him. "You think you're special, Yi Feng? Money can't buy talent!"

Yi Feng grinned, the challenge igniting a fire within him. "Then let's see who's truly talented. A sparring match?"

The crowd gathered, murmurs rippling through the air. "This will be fun," Xu whispered, his eyes glinting.

The fight began, and as fists flew, Yi Feng's confidence soared. He dodged, countered, and with a powerful kick, sent his opponent sprawling. The crowd gasped, and Yi Feng's heart raced. "Who's laughing now?" he shouted, raising his arms in triumph.

But the victory was short-lived. In the shadows, a figure watched—an elder with a dark expression. "This boy could disrupt the balance," he muttered, plotting his next move.

Yi Feng sensed the tension, but for now, he savored the taste of victory. The stakes were higher than ever, and the game had only just begun.