Chapter 505: Creation Rules

At the temporary cave dwelling on Pure Fire Peak.

Wang Yu stood beside a spiritual pool inside the cave, watching two Iron-Eating Crocodiles play in the water, his expression thoughtful.

Clearly, he could not avoid participating in this sect’s grand competition—he would have to take part.

Though he had been a true disciple at the Four Symbols Sect, the status of a true disciple in a Golden Core sect was vastly different from that in a Nascent Soul sect.

On his way to the Azure Water Palace, during casual talk with Yan Lingxiang, he had learned that nearly all seventy-two true disciples of the Azure Water Palace were at the Foundation Establishment stage, with very few even at the early stage, unlike the Four Symbols Sect, where true disciples still included Qi Condensation cultivators.

The Azure Water Palace was nearly ten times larger than the Four Symbols Sect, and among its inner disciples, many had reached Foundation Establishment at a young age, meeting the criteria for true disciple status; the seventy-two true disciples were undoubtedly the very best among them.

Though he had never participated in the Four Symbols Sect’s grand competition, he had heard many speak of it, and he assumed the rules of the Azure Water Palace’s competition would not differ much.

Generally, sect grand competitions did not restrict the use of artifacts, talismans, or spiritual beasts, since these all represented part of a cultivator’s strength; competing for true disciple status sometimes depended not only on power, but also on one’s background and accumulated resources.

After all, without any background, a competition participant couldn’t even borrow a suitable artifact—how could they hope to vie for true disciple status?

Without sufficient accumulated resources, one would never dare to expend precious talismans and pills during the competition, or else a single grand competition might leave the participant utterly bankrupt.

In terms of background alone, he had a Golden Core peak master, giving him just enough standing to compete for a true disciple position; but with only early Foundation Establishment cultivation, it was still barely sufficient.

Yet he cultivated both body and method, could instantly cast high-level spells, practiced the ferocious Crimson Sun Great Art, and possessed various combat techniques learned from Blue Star—so if he faced a typical late Foundation Establishment disciple, he was not truly afraid.

But participating in the sect grand competition was different: he would not only have to defeat ordinary Foundation Establishment disciples, but also overcome a current true disciple to seize the true disciple title.

The true disciples of a Nascent Soul sect were naturally not comparable to ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators; most likely, all of them possessed the power to fight across cultivation boundaries.

He had little confidence in his chances.

This was why he had asked Mu Bo whether Yan Tu intended for him to participate.

But now, regardless of the reason, since the other party clearly wanted him to join the competition, he had no room to refuse—and he should ideally secure a true disciple position, or else he would lose significant favor in the eyes of his new master.

It seemed that to ensure success, Xiao Bai would likely have to compete in the grand event.

Moreover, to increase his chances, he should forge a spiritual artifact for Xiao Bai before the competition, and also complete the refinement of his own core artifact before then.

Also, the Soul-Subduing Art he obtained from the Ancient Toad Patriarch needed cultivation—he must condense one or two Guardian Soul Runes to guard against soul battles between Foundation Establishment cultivators.

In addition, he had acquired the Star Mind Art cultivation method from Blue Star, ranging from levels four to six.

Each level increase of this method doubled his mental power; though he could not reach level four within half a year, even a slight boost in mental power would significantly enhance his spiritual sense.

Thus, he first needed to find some Star Stones.

But more urgently, he must first heal his meridians—this was the most pressing matter.

He could not possibly fight powerful enemies while injured, or else his full strength would be reduced to only six or seven tenths.

So although he seemed to have nearly a year, there was still much to do; yet if he truly secured the true disciple title and claimed a true residence, he would have firmly established himself in the Azure Water Palace—with a third-rank spiritual vein to assist him, his cultivation speed would surge dramatically, and advancing to Golden Core would no longer be a fantasy.

But before that, there was one more urgent matter to verify.

Thinking of this, Wang Yu made his decision, patted the large green head that had somehow drifted close to him twice, and rose to head toward the meditation chamber.

As soon as he stepped into the chamber built from fire-crystal ore, he sat cross-legged on the crimson jade stone and silently murmured, “Login Interface.”

The next instant, a swirl of white light enveloped him, and he reappeared in the silver hall.

He reached out with both hands toward the empty air before him; tiny crystalline glimmers coalesced in his palms, and moments later, a small vial and a rough, blood-red hide appeared in his grasp.

Indeed, it worked.

Seeing this, Wang Yu raised an eyebrow.

The small vial naturally contained “Xiao Bai’s blood essence”; the blood-red hide was the piece he had directly cut from the blood cocoon.

Both had been replicated directly within the Login Interface.

According to past experience, only items he had personally forged as artifacts, personally refined as pills, or their corresponding materials and spiritual herbs could be spontaneously created here.

The Xiao Bai blood essence in the vial had been drunk by him yesterday; under the influence of unknown energy, it had turned violently chaotic and shattered his body into fragments.

Though this attempt had failed, it seemed to have satisfied some rule of the Login Interface, allowing the blood essence to be directly generated here—no longer requiring him to draw blood from Xiao Bai each time he needed it.

Though he had long suspected something of the sort, he now grew even more certain of the Login Interface’s “creation” rule.

Whether refining artifacts or pills, or even blood essence ingested into his body, it all seemed to be a process of “attribute detection,” or rather, a “data collection” process.

Does this mean that as long as he performs a detailed “attribute detection” or “data collection” on any item brought into this space, he can replicate it here?

Wang Yu stared at the small vial in his hand, his gaze flickering repeatedly.

The blood cocoon’s outer skin had also been replicated by this space—this had been unexpected.

Was it because the “blood cocoon” itself originated within the Login Interface, its data and attributes already automatically detected and collected by the system?

Wang Yu looked again at the blood-red hide in his other hand, pondered further, then shook his head after a moment, setting the matter aside for now; instead, he moved his arm and pressed the blood-red hide against his forehead.

He closed his eyes and sent a thread of spiritual intent into it.

A vast array of spiritual runes appeared, dense with crimson spiritual symbols, flickering like countless stars.

Indeed, the “spiritual rune array” on the mysterious yellow eye had been copied onto this blood-red hide.

As long as he comprehended this rune array, he could instantly master the spell encoded within it.

Thinking of the terrifying “illusion” the yellow eye had unleashed, Wang Yu’s heart leapt—he instantly opened his eyes.