C13 Level Eight Martial Cultivator!

After the initial shock wore off, an uncontrollable wave of ecstasy crashed over him. "Hahahaha! Damn, 8000 experience points!"

Those 8000 experience points could catapult Lin Yaoyang straight to a Level 8 or even a Level 9 Warrior! The thought alone was enough to send him into fits of laughter. He marveled at how, in just a brief moment today, he had gone from a cripple unable to muster a wisp of qi to the verge of becoming a Level 8 or Level 9 Warrior. And with a bit more luck, he might even ascend directly to the rank of Martial Master.

Lin Yaoyang's heart blazed with excitement, knowing he was now utterly safe. Even without securing the Demonic Core or a Spiritual Force Weapon, just becoming a Martial Master would ensure his triumphant return to the Lin Family in three days.

He could already envision the scene: countless gaping mouths and eyes wide with disbelief. Three days to rise from nothing to a Martial Master—a feat not just without precedent but truly legendary!

The very thought of potentially shattering a record set the fire in Lin Yaoyang's heart ablaze. As a Martial Master, not a soul in the Lin Family would dare threaten his life, especially not when compared to a prodigy capable of such a meteoric rise.

What was a mere sword in the grand scheme of things? If Lin Yaoyang's growth continued at this breakneck pace, he could become a Master at Martial Extreme Level, and the Lin Family would stride across the vast Southern Country unchallenged.

Should Lin Yaoyang defy the odds even further and attain the status of Martial Saint, he could safeguard the Lin Family's glory and riches for a millennium. At such a height, the so-called masterpiece of some novice Grandmaster Refiner would be laughably insignificant.

Chuckling to himself at the thought, Lin Yaoyang vigorously shook his head, casting aside the distractions. The voice in his head had mentioned a newbie gift bag—what was that about?

"Open it!" Lin Yaoyang commanded inwardly.

In his mind's eye, a gift box glowed with a red hue. At the behest of his will, the box sprang open.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations to user 'Lin Yaoyang' on mastering the 'Basic Sword Technique.'"

"Congratulations to user 'Lin Yaoyang' on mastering 'Alchemy.'"

"Congratulations to user 'Lin Yaoyang' on mastering the 'Artifact Forging Technique.'"

"Congratulations to user 'Lin Yaoyang' on mastering the 'Formation Carving Art.'"

"Congratulations to user 'Lin Yaoyang' on mastering the 'Talisman Carving Art.'"

"Congratulations to user 'Lin Yaoyang' on mastering the 'Beast Taming Technique.'"

"Congratulations to user 'Lin Yaoyang' on mastering the 'Puppet Technique.'"

...

In an instant, Lin Yaoyang had mastered a series of auxiliary professions.

Every supporting occupation available on the continent had been automatically cultivated. Suddenly, Lin Yaoyang's head swam with dizziness as it filled with top-tier knowledge from various professions.

This knowledge was as if etched into his brain, unshakably solid, something he would never forget.

Once the dizziness passed, Lin Yaoyang grasped what had just occurred, and his heart rate shot up.

His heart pounded furiously. All the supporting occupations? Lin Yaoyang was incredulous, utterly astounded. Each of these supporting occupations was notoriously difficult to master, with exceedingly high barriers to entry.

Cultivating any supporting occupation came with stringent requirements, and the daunting challenge brought with it boundless reverence. Regardless of the sub-occupation, achieving two levels or higher meant receiving preferential treatment wherever one went.

Whether traveling to any country, joining any sect, or aligning with any power, one would be welcomed as an honored guest and secure a significant place within that influence.

The allure of these supporting occupations was truly breathtaking. The cultivators might not possess overwhelming personal strength.

Yet, due to the specialized nature of their abilities, there would always be those in need of their services, with demand perpetually outstripping supply.

Should anyone dare to cause them trouble, they would need to weigh their actions carefully. With a mere gesture, these cultivators could rally countless formidable allies to their side, eager to assist for the chance to earn their favor.

The most likely scenario when confronting a pill master: if you fail to eliminate them swiftly and they manage to send out an alert, the only sensible course of action would be...

Run as far as you can, because you'll never know when dozens, or even hundreds, of Martial Masters, Martial Extremes, and Martial Saints might be hot on your heels, intent on your demise!

This just goes to show the sheer, terrifying influence of a Cultivator; they truly can command a legion with a single call.

Take a Beast Tamer, for instance. They don't even need to call for backup. With a snap of their fingers, they can summon a horde of level six, seven, or even eight Demonic Beasts.

Escape would be futile.

Yet, this is merely the most basic of a Beast Tamer's arsenal, merely scratching the surface of their capabilities.

Lin Yaoyang burst into laughter, standing his ground. "Others need innate talent for these pursuits—alchemy requires a fire affinity, formation crafting needs a natural talent, beast taming demands an affinity talent... But me? I need none of that. I just need to hone my skills. As my proficiency grows, there are no limits to how my sub-occupations can level up. Just give me enough time, and I'll crush every weapon forging grandmaster and alchemy master under my heel."

"Terrifying, it's just too damn terrifying!"

Amidst his elation, Lin Yaoyang couldn't shake a deep-seated fear of the system. Was there anything it couldn't achieve?

"Yes, such as killing you."

The moment Lin Yaoyang pondered this, the voice in his head promptly replied.

Taken aback, Lin Yaoyang quickly found solace in the thought. The system had no reason to deceive him. With its array of heaven-defying, fearsome methods, it had countless ways to end him without resorting to such elaborate schemes.

Besides, it was highly unlikely it coveted anything from him. After all, he was once just a person unable to cultivate. What could he have that it desired?

With this reassuring thought, Lin Yaoyang's spirits soared. Good times were on the horizon. He inquired inwardly, "To what level can I ascend right now?"

"Level 9 Warrior."

Without hesitation, Lin Yaoyang commanded mentally, "Proceed with the upgrade!"

There was no verbal response, only a physical one. Lin Yaoyang felt a sudden chill, followed by a wave of comfort spreading through every limb and bone in his body.

Lin Yaoyang felt a profound sense of connection throughout his body's meridians, as if they had all been linked together. The sole exception was a segment at the location of his Dantian. It appeared that once he ascended to the rank of a Martial Master, his body would be fully restored!