C2 His Golden Finger

"Ahu, head back first," Yeh Hongchen instructed, pausing abruptly in his steps.

Ahu, puzzled by the sudden halt, bowed slightly in response, "As you wish, Young Master."

Within the Dust Ending Palace, only those of the palace lord's lineage could address Yeh Hongchen as Young Palace Lord instead of the more formal title.

Once Ahu was out of sight, Yeh Hongchen's figure stirred, soaring away with the grace of a swallow.

Before long, he arrived at a mountain known as Scarlet Peak, a place solely his, where none could enter without his consent.

The two disciples guarding the entrance bowed deeply as Yeh Hongchen approached, "We greet you, Young Palace Lord."

With a slight smile and a nod, Yeh Hongchen continued on his way into the mountain.

"The Young Palace Lord is truly kind-hearted, immensely talented, unpretentious, and strikingly handsome."

"Hey, don't get carried away. Let's just concentrate on our duties."

Overhearing the conversation behind him, Yeh Hongchen couldn't help but shake his head. Since his arrival in this world, such remarks had become all too familiar.

Reaching the riverbank, Yeh Hongchen closed his eyes, his consciousness plunging into the sea within.

The sea of consciousness was something every martial artist possessed, yet only those who had reached the Innate Stage could enter at will.

Yeh Hongchen's sea of consciousness was modest, resembling a mere stream, yet such a sea was a rarity even among those in the Innate Stage.

Upon entering, he spotted a luminous orb and drew his consciousness closer.

"Ding! The clock-in system is now bound. Would you like to clock in?"

True to form, the electronic voice echoed once he neared the orb.

Suppressing his astonishment, Yeh Hongchen mused, "This must be my ace in the hole. I'm curious to see its full potential."

Without hesitation, he softly uttered, "Clock in."

"Ding! You have successfully clocked in! Your next clock-in will be one week from now."

"Ding! Congratulations, host, you have received the Meteor Tear!"

Hearing the announcement, Yeh Hongchen froze momentarily, then a wave of elation washed over him.

Meteor Tear!

Astral Odyssey is an immensely popular novel, and its protagonist, Qin Yu, wields the golden finger known as the Meteor Tear.

This fabled energy, born from the dying Goddess of Life, not only accelerates the absorption of Cosmic Qi but also boasts formidable healing powers.

"It looks like this system only allows for clocking in to receive a random item it bestows upon the user."

In a mere moment, Yeh Hongchen grasped the essence of this system.

Though it lacked the potency of the golden fingers found in other novels, this was the system Yeh Hongchen cherished above all.

After all, over-reliance on a system could be a downfall. Even if one's power grew, the moment the system departed from the host, the foundation would crumble.

Stepping out of his sea of consciousness, Yeh Hongchen opened his eyes, filled with hope.

Yet, the Meteor Tear was nowhere to be seen—not even a pebble.

Gazing skyward, Yeh Hongchen murmured doubtfully, "Could it be that, like Qin Yu, I must wait until nightfall to receive the Meteor Tear?"

Three more minutes passed without a sign. Yeh Hongchen promptly departed, resigned to wait for the evening.

Exiting the mountain, Yeh Hongchen was met with a flurry of reverent salutations.

"Good day, Senior Brother Yeh."

"Greetings, Senior Brother Yeh."

"Honors to you, Senior Brother Yeh."

These were the warm regards from his Junior Brothers at the same palace.

"Yeh has advanced in his cultivation again. Excellent! Truly the leading figure of our palace, a genius among geniuses!"