I'm in the world of cultivation, and I get a system for becoming a wealthy urban tycoon?

Lu Yang reads the "Heavy Sword Manual" every day.

He could recite the incantations and sword stance diagrams inside with his eyes closed.

Being able to memorize something perfectly is one thing, but being able to truly understand its meaning is quite another.

Those formulas were concise and refined, with multiple variations hidden behind each sentence. He pondered them repeatedly for four years, but it always felt like looking at distant mountains through a thin mist.

The outline is vaguely visible, but the details are impossible to discern.

At this moment, he sat cross-legged on the bed, his brows furrowed, his fingertips unconsciously tapping his knees, his entire mind immersed in the difficult world of cultivation techniques.

The sunlight outside the window slowly shifted, creeping from the foot of the bed to the base of the wall, and the light inside the room subtly changed angles, but he was completely unaware.

When his neck started to ache, he looked up in surprise and realized that more than an hour had passed.

"call……"

Lu Yang let out a long breath, his gaze immediately falling on the transparent panel deep within his sea of ​​consciousness.

Sure enough, the daily reading task section had a completed mark.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the pounding in his heart, and eagerly submitted the application.

[Intelligence: 1 → 1.1]

The next moment, an extremely strange coolness arose out of nowhere from the depths of his mind. It was not intense, but rather carried a gentle warmth, like a very fine and soft mist, which gently enveloped his entire head.

This feeling lasted only a few breaths before fading away quietly.

Lu Yang then clearly noticed the difference.

His mind seemed to have been washed by a mountain spring, becoming exceptionally clear and agile.

The technical barriers that had previously troubled him and left him puzzled were now being dismantled and connected in his mind on their own. Several key points that had been intractable suddenly became clear as if by divine inspiration!

"this……"

Lu Yang's heart pounded wildly, and his eyes gleamed with barely suppressed excitement.

After my intelligence improved, my comprehension really did improve as well!

Does that mean that as long as he completes his daily tasks day after day, his intelligence can continue to grow in this way?

A 0.1% increase per day adds up to a more than 30% increase over a year!

Moreover, he vaguely sensed that the increase in intelligence points and the resulting increase in comprehension did not seem to be a simple linear relationship.

Even a tiny improvement of just 0.1 led to a near-breakthrough in his understanding of the technique, making his thoughts much more fluid and agile.

He simply couldn't imagine what it would be like if one day his intelligence were stacked to tens or even hundreds of points.

At that time, wouldn't it be as easy and effortless as reading the lines on the palm of your hand when you finally try to comprehend those techniques and spells?

Lu Yang took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and slowly moved his gaze down the panel, landing on the last daily task.

"Four hours of rest..." he muttered to himself, his eyes flickering. "I wonder if cultivation counts as rest?"

The path of cultivation inherently nourishes essence, energy, and spirit; in a sense, it can be considered a form of self-care.

His mind raced, and he quickly made up his mind. Without saying a word, taking advantage of his recent insights into the new cultivation technique, he closed his eyes again, faced the sky with his five centers facing upwards, and began to circulate the faint spiritual energy within his body.

Once immersed in cultivation, one completely forgets about time.

When he opened his eyes again, the room was already dimly lit.

A glint flashed in his eyes, and he felt his spiritual energy grow slightly stronger. Instead of feeling tired, he felt full and energetic.

The cultivation lasted for more than four hours.

He quickly looked at the panel and saw that the status of the daily rest task had changed to "completed".

A smile appeared on Lu Yang's face.

For cultivators, cultivation is essentially about drawing upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to temper the physical body and nourish the spirit, which has the miraculous effects of prolonging life and strengthening the foundation. Isn't this a deeper level of rest?

The ultimate goal of rest is to allow the body and mind to recover and even become better, right?

That makes sense.

He chose to submit the task.

【Charm: 0.9→1】

This time, it didn't have the same immediate effect as before.

Lu Yang felt a slight warmth in his body, as if an invisible soft light was brushing across his skin, and then he felt nothing else.

"Um?"

Lu Yang frowned, and with a hint of suspicion, walked to the only palm-sized bronze mirror in the room. In the dim light streaming in from the window, he carefully examined himself.

Look left, look right.

His eyebrows and eyes were still the same, his facial features remained unchanged, but perhaps it was just the soft glow of the setting sun, but he felt that he looked even more... in the mirror than before.

It looks pleasing to the eye now.

It was a very subtle, overall enhancement of harmony.

The look in her eyes and brows seemed clearer, and even her skin appeared more delicate.

"This charm value, does it make people more attractive?" He touched his face and muttered to himself.

He was already quite handsome to begin with, and now he's even more so. While he's certainly not bad-looking, in this dangerous and power-driven world of cultivation, you can't make a living just by looking at your face.

Strength is the only true currency.

Lu Yang shook his head, no longer dwelling on the slight changes in appearance, and returned his attention to the panel.

All three daily tasks were completed, and the reward for the fourth task lay quietly there: 50 points of general experience.

Without a second thought, he immediately invested all 50 experience points into the Spirit Root column.

[Spiritual Root: Medium Grade (50/1000)]

It takes 1000 experience points to upgrade a mid-grade spiritual root to a high-grade one.

At a rate of 50 points per day, the transformation can be completed in just 20 days!

By then, with a superior spiritual root, cultivation will be twice as effective, and the efficiency of absorbing spiritual energy will be greatly improved. He is fully confident that he can break through the bottleneck and enter the mid-stage of Qi Refining before the sect assessment ends!

After distributing his experience points, Lu Yang felt a sudden, intense emptiness and hunger in his stomach.

Cultivators in the Qi Refining stage are far from reaching the point of living on dew and abstaining from grains.

Such prolonged periods of sitting in meditation and ascetic practice consume a great deal of the body's energy.

He rubbed his protesting stomach, got up, pushed open the door, and walked towards the dining hall in the central area of ​​the disciples' residence.

The dining hall is a simple two-story wooden pavilion, and at this moment, the area in front of the building is full of disciples.

With the assessment date drawing ever closer, an invisible sense of urgency permeated the air.

Most of the disciples coming and going were in a hurry. Some were walking alone with their heads down, while others were gathered in twos and threes, discussing cultivation problems in hushed tones. They even deliberately kept their voices down when they talked and walked very fast.

Clearly, even for something as essential as eating, everyone wants to save as much time as possible and doesn't want to waste even a moment.

Lu Yang's steps were not slow either, as he stepped into the cafeteria.

As soon as you enter, a rich aroma of food wafts over you like a wave, making your mouth water.

He walked briskly toward the area where ordinary meals were sold, where there was a queue as always.

However, Lu Yang's gaze was casually swept across the room, but it was drawn to a window on the other side not far away.

That's the food window.

In stark contrast to the bustling scene of long queues in the regular dining area, only two teenagers stood in front of that window.

The two were huddled by the window, whispering something to the servant disciple inside who was in charge of serving meals. Their faces were full of trouble and pain, and their fingers unconsciously twisted the storage pouch at their waists.

Lu Yang's eyes flickered, and he stopped in his tracks.

Spiritual food.

That food is made with precious ingredients imbued with spiritual energy!

Spirit rice, the essence of demon beasts' flesh and blood, and high-grade spiritual herbs... then cooked by a skilled spiritual chef using special techniques, different spiritual foods have different auxiliary effects, similar to elixirs.

However, while spiritual food may not be as potent as elixirs, it has one irreplaceable advantage.

It is gentle and nourishing, without any risk of erysipelas accumulation.

For wealthy cultivators, using spiritual food to aid their cultivation is a common and extravagant practice.

Lu Yang remembered that in the first two years after he entered the sect, there were queues in front of the spiritual food window.

At that time, quite a few of the disciples came from wealthy families.

By the third year, most of the wealthy and qualified disciples had already entered the outer sect, and the food stall became visibly deserted.

It's not hard to understand why some people are gritting their teeth and queuing up again this year.

This year's assessment is the last chance, and some disciples are planning to invest their last resources to fight for that last glimmer of hope.

If it were the old Lu Yang, he wouldn't have even glanced at that spiritual food window.

The reason is simple: I'm short of money.

but now……

Lu Yang subconsciously glanced at the transparent panel suspended in his consciousness.

[Wealth: 10 Spirit Stones]

With the Godly Rich System around, shouldn't I indulge in some serious spending?

Although he doesn't have much money right now, it's not unreasonable for him to eat some spiritual food, is it?

He subconsciously licked his dry lips, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly.

The aroma that I had smelled countless times in the cafeteria over the past two years—an aroma far more enticing than ordinary food—seemed to linger on my nose again.

In his past life, he was a true Chinese foodie, never stingy with food.

We were always dirt poor and simply couldn't afford it.

Now that we finally have some confidence, we have to try something new, no matter what!

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, Lu Yang immediately changed direction and strode towards the window for spiritual food.

As he approached, he could clearly hear the blue-clad youth by the window pleading in a low voice, "...Senior brother, can't you really lower the price a little more? We're just a little short..."

Behind the window stood a burly, square-faced, broad-mouthed handyman.

He crossed his arms, looking down at the boy, and let out a sneer through his nose upon hearing this:

"Cheap? Do you think this is some ordinary market where you can haggle? The canteen is a sect property, with clearly marked prices, and no cheating! Can't afford it? If you can't afford it, then go eat the ordinary food over there."

He raised his chin and gestured towards the long queue in the regular food area, his tone becoming increasingly sarcastic: "This spiritual food isn't for poor wretches like you who don't have a few spirit stones in their pockets."

The two boys, clearly companions, turned pale and then red with anger at the sarcastic words. They clenched their fists tightly, daring not to speak out, but only glaring angrily at the burly man.

The square-faced, burly man didn't care at all, and even glared back at him with interest, a contemptuous smile playing on his lips.

He started as an apprentice and worked at the food stall for over ten years. What kind of people hasn't he seen?

With just one glance, he could see almost everything about the disciple opposite him.

These two lads, despite being dirt poor, still insisted on asking about the price of spiritual food. They clearly knew that with their own abilities, they had no chance of passing the normal assessment and wanted to sell everything they owned to try their luck one last time.

People like this will basically end up like me, eliminated and relegated to menial tasks in the outer sect.

As a seasoned old handyman with the backing of the sect's canteen, a lucrative business, why would he be afraid of two juniors with bleak prospects?

So what if they mock me? What can they do to me?

"No money and still trying to eat spiritual food like those privileged senior brothers and sisters, tsk tsk," the burly man sneered, shaking his head as he added insult to injury, "So young, and you haven't improved in any other skills, but you certainly have a thick skin."

Seeing the two boys trembling with anger but unable to refute him, their faces turning ashen with frustration, the square-faced, burly man felt a perverse sense of satisfaction.

Damn it, I failed the test back then too. You two good-for-nothings think you can leap over the dragon gate?

Just as he was immersed in pleasure, a figure suddenly and slowly squeezed up to the side of the two blushing teenagers.

The square-faced, burly man instinctively turned his gaze over, and when he saw the person's appearance clearly, he was immediately stunned.

My mind went blank for a moment, and only two words instinctively popped into my head:

So handsome!

The young man before me was tall and straight, with clear and bright features, and especially that indescribable refined and elegant charm, as if he had his own layer of soft light.

Before the burly man could think further, he heard the handsome young man speak calmly: "Senior brother, I want to buy spiritual food."

Upon hearing the word "senior brother," the square-faced, burly man snapped back to reality.

The sarcastic, gloating expression on his face melted away in a fraction of a second, like a spring breeze thawing the ice, replaced by a radiant, even slightly obsequious, smile, and he unconsciously leaned forward slightly.

"Oh dear! You flatter me by calling me 'Senior Brother,' I'm so unworthy of such a title! This, this is our menu, Senior Brother, please take a look and see what you'd like to order today?"

As a shrewd person who has been immersed in the spiritual food industry for more than a decade, he has a very sharp eye.

The handsome senior brother in front of me, with his calm demeanor and confident eyes, is definitely someone who has the confidence to buy spiritual food!

But... a hint of confusion crossed his mind.

According to custom, the disciples' residences on this mountain are only allocated to one batch of disciples per term, and they will be emptied after the assessment is over. How come new people have arrived so soon?

Did the sect change its rules this year?