Hearing those words, Huang Wu's expression remained completely neutral—neither joy nor resistance showed on his face.It didn't look like becoming a celestial made him feel anything. It neither excited him nor disgusted him. He simply stood there, calm and unreadable.
Seeing his lack of reaction, the old man was stunned. After all, Huang Wu should have either been happy—because he was receiving a powerful the purest celestial bloodline and a powerful inheritance—or he should have shown some resistance, rejecting the offer out of pride for his human origin, unwilling to transform. But he didn't seem to be either of those.
'Strange...' he thought. 'Most would either be thrilled by this opportunity or repulsed by the idea of transformation. But this boy... he's unreadable.'
After a brief silence, Huang Wu finally spoke, his tone steady:
"So… what kind of test must I pass to obtain the inheritance you mentioned?"
The old man's surprise faded, and a faint smile returned to his wrinkled face.
"No test," he replied. "I saw how you used someone else's tribulation to temper your own body. That level of courage, that unshakeable Dao heart... Those are all the qualities I need in a successor. And you already possess them.
He paused, then asked, "So… are you willing to accept my inheritance?"
'Looks like this old guy is really desperate to give me his inheritance…Or maybe… he's just looking for a body to possess.Hehe, son of a bitch... An old horse trying to eat young grass..."
"But that's fine. As long as you're handing me all your wealth, I'll accept it. In the end, not only will you lose your gifts, but you'll lose the bride too, hehe…' Huang Wu thought to himself.
A flicker of cold amusement passed through his mind.
But on the surface, though, Huang Wu remained composed. With a slight bow and a respectful tone, he said:
"Since senior believes this junior is qualified to receive your inheritance, then this junior respectfully accepts it," Huang Wu said calmly.
Upon hearing that Huang Wu had agreed to accept the inheritance, the old man's eyes lit up with undisguised joy.
Crack—!
Without warning, the space beside him split open with a jagged rupture. The old man raised his hand, and a surge of gentle yet powerful Qi enveloped Huang Wu, lifting him up while shielding him from the violent pressure leaking from the spatial crack. With a flick of his sleeve, he stepped into the void, carrying Huang Wu along.
Huang Wu remained calm, but his eyes scanned the surroundings warily. Even within the distorted folds of space, he stayed alert—his instincts sharp, his gaze steady.
A moment later, they emerged on the other side. The oppressive void vanished, replaced by a faintly glowing cave. It resembled the one from before, but unlike the pitch-black silence of that place, this one radiated a soft brilliance. At its center stood a five-colored altar, gleaming with sacred light.
The old man moved with practiced grace, and with a wave of his hand, gently placed Huang Wu at the heart of the altar. Most of Huang Wu's clothing had already been shredded by the earlier tribulation, and with another motion, the old man stripped away the remaining rags.
"Little one," he said with a kind but serious tone, "take this pill. I refined it myself using my essence blood and countless rare spiritual medicines. It will help your body adapt to the celestial bloodline. Once it takes effect, there will be no rejection or backlash."
Huang Wu looked down at the pill. It was a deep blue, and from it radiated a potent medicinal fragrance. He stared at it for a brief moment, suspicion flashing in his eyes.
He didn't trust this old man. There was something… off. The timing, the secrecy, the overly benevolent words—it all seemed too perfect.
But in the end, he didn't hesitate.
Without a word, he placed the pill in his mouth and swallowed. A bitter tang spread through his throat, followed by a warm surge of energy that quickly coursed through his limbs.
Huang Wu lay down on the altar, his eyes slowly growing heavy. The five-colored light beneath him pulsed gently, wrapping him in a strange, soothing warmth.
Within moments, he drifted into unconsciousness—his expression calm, as if in deep, dreamless sleep.
Meanwhile, far away from the hidden cave…
Su Chen sat cross-legged in the center of the Immortal Pond, his body glowing faintly beneath the immortal qi. Ancient golden characters floated in the air around him—silently revolving in orbit. Each character pulsed gently, aiding him in absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy.
The rich immortal essence in the pond surged toward him, flowing through the twelve meridian gates across his body. His physique greedily devoured the energy, refining and storing it deep within his core.
He was on the verge of a breakthrough.
Everything was ready—the energy, the foundation, even the mental state.
But there was one problem.
The suppression of the Immortal Palace loomed over him like an invisible mountain, shackling his cultivation. It wasn't the right time. So instead of rushing, Su Chen chose to temper himself slowly, storing the refined immortal energy within his body like a dragon coiling in wait.
Suddenly, a crisp chime echoed in his mind.
[Ding! Your dual body, Huang Wu, has completed Option A of the task.]
[Reward: Immortal Galaxy Sword (Immortal Grade). Bonus Reward: True Dragon Treasure Technique has been delivered to system storage.]
Another chime followed immediately.
[Ding! You have chosen to complete Option 2.]
[Reward: Immortal Rebirth Armor (Immortal King Grade) and Eternal Immortal Wind have been delivered to system storage.]
[All rewards have been pre-refined by the system. Host may directly absorb and integrate them at any time.]
Su Chen's eyes snapped open. He stopped circulating his cultivation technique as a glowing blue system panel shimmered into view before him.
His eyes swept across the words once. Then twice. Then a third time.
"…Wait, seriously?" he muttered.
Then—hahaha!
He burst into laughter.
Not the restrained chuckle of a reserved genius, but a full-blown, echoing laugh that rippled across the surface of the Immortal Pond.
"He finally received an inheritance... and completed the task…"
Su Chen grinned wildly, looking half like a lunatic, half like someone who had just won a cosmic lottery. The light from the floating golden characters reflected in his eyes, which now gleamed with a sharp, almost dangerous brilliance.
His laughter gradually subsided. Slowly, he clenched his fists, feeling the immense power sealed within the rewards pulsing quietly inside the system's storage. His heart pounded—not from fear, but from raw anticipation.
"So... the sword, the armor, the dragon technique… and eternal immortal wind all mine."
A slow smile crept up his face, calmer now—but no less triumphant.
"This world really isn't ready for me yet jejeje...."