Yang Yu stood still in the room, the glowing interface of the Million-Time Multiplier System hovering in front of him like an intangible screen. The words still echoed in his mind, each feature a world of possibilities.
"Universal Multiplier: 1,000,000x... I can apply this to anything at will?"
He focused on the first feature that appeared on the screen: Cultivation Speed: x1,000,000. His heart raced as he realized what this meant. One meditation session, one moment of focus, could grant him the progress of a million cultivation cycles. The sheer scale of it felt almost unreal. He closed his eyes, tried to calm his mind, and decided to test it.
The system's holographic interface responded, confirming his choice. A burst of energy surged through him, and he felt his body pulse with vitality. In an instant, his strength increased exponentially. His soul, mind, and body all seemed to synchronize in perfect harmony.
He could feel the power that was coursing through his veins. His eyes shot open, and he checked the system once again. The numbers beside his Cultivation Speed had already increased by a factor of ten, all because of a single breath.
"This is... real."
He explored the next feature: Battle Experience: x1,000,000. A field appeared in front of him, one where he could visualize a shadow of his former self battling multiple enemies at once. He felt no fear or hesitation. The knowledge of battle flowed into him instantly, every strike, every dodge, every maneuver experienced a million times. It was like being trained by the best fighters of all time in the span of a second.
He also tested out Healing Speed: x1,000,000 by wounding his hand lightly. The injury began to heal before his very eyes, the skin knitting itself together at an astonishing pace. The sensation was surreal, almost too fast to comprehend.
As he explored each feature—Learning Speed, Physical Training, Resource Absorption, and Weapon Power—Yang Yu felt as though his potential was limitless. There were no boundaries to what he could achieve. The ability to train his body in the span of an instant, absorb the maximum amount of resources with a single pill, or wield a sword that would make divine weapons seem like toys—all of it was in his grasp.
But he knew he had to proceed carefully. With so much power came the temptation to overuse it. He needed to understand every single feature, to master it, so that when the time came, he could rely on it without hesitation.
After exploring the features of the system, Yang Yu decided to take a moment to breathe. The pain from the lingering poison had finally subsided, but his body still felt weak. He stood up from the wooden bed, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings once more. This wasn't his home. This was Cloudspring City.
Cloudspring was a large, prosperous city nestled on the edge of a vast river. The city's skyline was dotted with grand buildings and towering spires, each one representing the strength and influence of the families within. The Yang Clan was the largest in the city, its power unmatched, and its influence stretched far beyond the city limits. The Yang Clan's estate was a fortress—a sprawling complex that could house hundreds of people, including guards, servants, and family members.
Yang Yu's new life was intimately tied to this city. As the third young master of the Yang Clan, he had been born into wealth, status, and expectations. The Yang Clan's mansion lay at the heart of Cloudspring, its grounds spanning an entire mountain on the eastern side of the city. The mansion itself was a palace, with ornate architecture, vast gardens, and training fields where disciples and young masters would practice their skills.
Even though he had only just awakened to his new identity, Yang Yu could already feel the weight of the family's legacy pressing on him. His father, the current patriarch, was a man of immense power, and his elder brothers were talented, each of them fiercely ambitious in their own right. The competition for power within the Yang Clan was fierce, and as the youngest son, Yang Yu had always been caught in the crossfire of their schemes. Yet, despite his status, he had been overlooked by many, particularly since his childhood had been marred by constant assassination attempts.
But now, with the power of the Million-Time Multiplier System at his disposal, he could change everything. No longer would he be the weakling hiding in the shadows. He could be the one who took control, who forged a path to the top with his own hands.
Yang Yu turned his gaze toward the window. Outside, the city bustled with activity. The streets were crowded with merchants selling goods from across the continent. Travelers from all parts of Tianxuan gathered in Cloudspring City to seek opportunities, and sects vied for influence. A towering spire in the distance marked the location of the Heavenly Blade Sect, a sect known for its martial prowess. It was said that only the strongest could enter, and even fewer could survive the trials within.
In the past, Yang Yu had longed for peace, for a life free from the constant danger that surrounded him. But this world was one where strength determined everything, and peace was a luxury that only the powerful could afford. His family's mansion, while large and luxurious, was also a symbol of the tension that ran through the Yang Clan. They were respected, yes, but also feared. Everyone wanted a piece of their power.
Yang Yu could sense the delicate balance of power within the Yang Clan. His father was growing older, and the struggle for control was intensifying. His elder brothers, who had always been more competent and ambitious, had their eyes set on the throne. The family's political rivals were already preparing to make their moves. To survive, Yang Yu needed more than just the system's power. He needed to outsmart them all.
He looked out the window again, his mind racing. Cloudspring City may have been home, but it was also a battlefield. A battlefield where only the strongest would stand tall, and where the weak would be crushed without mercy.
The Yang Clan estate was nothing short of a marvel. The main hall alone was a masterpiece of architecture, with columns reaching toward the sky, holding up a roof that shimmered with spiritual energy. Inside, the walls were adorned with intricate carvings, each one telling a story of the clan's rich history. The family's ancestral hall was a place of reverence, where the elders would gather to discuss matters of great importance.
Yang Yu walked through the halls, feeling the familiar weight of tradition and legacy pressing down on him. The estate was filled with guards, servants, and disciples who were all bound to the Yang Clan. These people were loyal, but in this world, loyalty could be as much of a weapon as betrayal.
The training grounds were vast, stretching out across several acres. Disciples practiced with swords, spears, and other weapons, while martial artists worked on their cultivation in specialized meditation chambers. It was here that Yang Yu had spent much of his childhood, learning the basics of martial arts and cultivation before he had been targeted by the jealous forces around him.
As he passed by the training fields, Yang Yu's gaze hardened. The system's powers would change everything. He could become stronger than any of his family members, surpassing even his father. But he needed to bide his time. He needed to train, to absorb the resources of this world at an accelerated rate, and to master the techniques that would set him apart.
For now, he would remain in the shadows, watching and learning. But soon, very soon, he would rise.
The Million-Time Multiplier System was his key to greatness.