C1 Allencompassing Dissolving and Synthesizing System

"Ah!"

Lin Yaoyang let out a muffled groan, his hand instinctively going to the back of his head, throbbing with pain.

He rose to his feet in what seemed to be a cave long hidden from the sun's rays. Obscure characters, serpentine in their complexity, floated in the stale air.

Lin Yaoyang couldn't decipher the meaning of these symbols. He glanced around, and suddenly, the floating patterns converged into a beam of light that infused itself into his forehead.

In that moment, Lin Yaoyang's mind was flooded with countless shards of memory.

He recalled how, while his peers grappled with being third or fourth grade martial artists, he had already ascended to the rank of an eighth grade martial artist! And then, at the mere age of twelve, he had soared to the status of a second grade martial master!

Taking over the Lin Family's affairs was just on the horizon. As the mayor of Qingye Town, he was the sole Martial Arts powerhouse in the area! The town's elite sought to align with the Lin Family, offering their daughter—a prodigy who, at the same age as Lin Yaoyang, had reached the level of a sixth grade warrior—as a match for him. Their union was poised to become a celebrated tale.

But fate had other plans. At sixteen, he was struck by lightning, his meridians shattered, his cultivation lost, leaving him a mere mortal. The Lin Family had poured fortunes into his recovery, managing only to cling to his fragile life.

Now, Lin Yaoyang relied on weekly doses of medicine from his family just to survive.

Before his fall, Lin Faang, the son of a prominent Lin Family member, had lived in Lin Yaoyang's shadow. Despite his own considerable talent, he was always the forgotten runner-up.

Lin Faang, elated at Lin Yaoyang's downfall, callously cast him off a cliff, leading to Lin Yaoyang's tumble into this very cave.

Approaching a stone table, Lin Yaoyang noticed an ancient wooden box, its surface marred by countless fissures, a testament to its age.

Lin Yaoyang eyed the box with hesitation before finally reaching out to open it. To his surprise, a luminous orb burst forth from the wooden confines! It shot straight into Lin Yaoyang's eyes in the blink of an eye. Yet, he felt no discomfort whatsoever.

He could distinctly sense the orb's presence in his mind, bringing with it a refreshing coolness and an ineffable sensation that spread throughout his body.

Around him, the cave suddenly brightened. Stone platforms that Lin Yaoyang had previously overlooked were now aglow with multicolored lights, adorned with vibrant buttons.

As he stood there, dumbfounded, a voice echoed in his mind: "The Almighty Synthesis System is now activated!"

"Who's there?" Lin Yaoyang called out, startled.

The voice continued, unfazed.

Talent system... Loading...

Talent system... Load complete...

Disintegration system loading... Disintegration system load complete...

Synthesis system...

A crisp voice rang inside his head, "What is this?" Lin Yaoyang was perplexed and filled with curiosity.

In this world, everyone practiced cultivating Qi, which could fortify the body and extend life. Those with exceptional talent, favored by the heavens, could eventually wield the power to reshape landscapes and perform feats beyond imagination, even reviving the dead or turning flesh to bone.

Lin Yaoyang collected himself, realizing he must have received some legacy. Testing the disintegration feature, he discovered that with a mere touch and mental command, he could break down objects into points, redeemable for various items.

He surveyed the cave, finding it filled with oddities, things he had neither heard of nor seen before, and he sought an exit.

But as the thought of departure crossed his mind, his vision whited out.

When his sight returned, Lin Yaoyang found himself outside the cave. He paused, taking in his surroundings – he was at the base of the herb garden, not far from the Lin Family home.

He hadn't gone far when he unexpectedly ran into Lin Faang, who was heading his way. Lin Faang's face darkened at the sight of Lin Yaoyang.

With a menacing tone, he said, "Lin Yaoyang, you must have the devil's own luck to still be alive! But it seems even the heavens have their limits in helping you. They've delivered you right back to me! Rest assured, you won't escape today. I can't let you live to betray me. Prepare to die!"

As he spoke, Lin Faang drew a long sword, its blade slender and its hilt ornately decorated, and thrust it directly at me, aiming for my heart with the intent to kill.

In desperation, Lin Yaoyang raised his hand to block the strike. The moment his hand made contact with the sword, a voice echoed in his head, detecting the touch of metal and asking if he wished to decompose it.

Unsure of what 'decompose' meant, Lin Yaoyang had no time to ponder and no other option. "Yes!" he blurted out.

Instantly, Lin Yaoyang felt a warmth on his left hand that touched the sword, and to his amazement, Lin Faang's sword disintegrated into a cloud of dust that dispersed on the wind. A voice in his head announced the disassembly of a white-grade weapon, adding ten points to his score.

It actually worked? Lin Yaoyang thought in disbelief.

Across from him, Lin Faang's face was a picture of bewilderment. Coming to his senses, he bellowed, "Lin Yaoyang! What have you done with the sword?! You should know, this is a centuries-old heirloom of the Lin Family, a masterpiece forged by a master craftsman encountered by our ancestors!"

As Lin Faang's face flushed with anger, Lin Yaoyang silently scoffed at the thought that such a prized sword was worth a mere ten points. Suddenly, the sound of approaching footsteps broke the silence. An elderly man with a white beard and an upright posture approached—it was Lin Yuan, an elder of the Lin Family!

Upon seeing Elder Lin, Lin Faang hurried over, exaggerating the story. After hearing Lin Faang's account, Elder Lin turned to Lin Yaoyang with a stern voice and demanded, "You good-for-nothing! What have you done with the sword?!"

Lin Yaoyang's heart skipped a beat, but he feigned innocence. "I have no idea! Lin Faang came at me with the sword, and I merely blocked it with my hand."

Elder Lin, fuming with rage, blew his beard and glared. "Listen here, that sword is Qingye Town's finest treasure. It's because of that blade that our Lin Family can hold its own against other clans. And you've gone and lost it?"

Hearing Elder Lin label him as worthless, a surge of anger rose within Lin Yaoyang, and he retorted heatedly, "Fine! In three days, I'll present you with a sword that surpasses this one!"

Elder Lin scoffed at Lin Yaoyang's declaration. "Three days? You think you can procure a weapon smith's treasured sword in just three days? Lin Yaoyang, oh Lin Yaoyang, you fancy yourself a great genius? Right now, you're nothing but a failure! You're even less useful than the Lin Family's servants—at least they can practice martial arts. Very well, I'll grant you three days. Fail, and don't you dare say I was heartless. I will have your head!"

With those final words, Elder Lin turned to leave, his sleeves billowing. Lin Faang, panic-stricken, cried out, "Elder Lin, you can't just let him off the hook!" Clearly, he feared Lin Yaoyang might retaliate for his attempt to kill him and for throwing their kin off the cliff.

Elder Lin glanced sideways at Lin Faang with a chilling look, silencing him. Lin Faang had no choice but to sullenly follow the elder, casting a malevolent glare at Lin Yaoyang before departing.