Yuan Chen woke up wrapped in warmth.
It wasn't the blazing heat of cultivation flames, nor the pressure of heaven and earth. It was something gentler—steady and reassuring. An arm rested around him, familiar and protective, as if the world outside no longer mattered.
For a moment, he didn't open his eyes.
This feeling…
It's real.
In his past life on Bluestar, mornings were always heavy. Silence carried regret. Guilt followed him like a shadow. Even when he slept, his heart never truly rested.
But here—
Here, the world felt quiet in a different way.
Safe.
When Yuan Chen finally opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the softly carved ceiling of the Yuan Clan residence. Ancient runes faintly glimmered above, pulsing gently with protective power.
He turned his head slightly.
Lin Yao was awake.
Her eyes were already on him, sharp yet gentle, as if she had been watching him the entire time.
"Chen'er?" she asked softly.
"I'm awake," Yuan Chen replied calmly.
Only then did she relax. Her arm loosened, though not without reluctance. Even as she let him go, her gaze never left him, as if afraid he might vanish the moment she looked away.
Yuan Chen sat up and quietly slipped away to clean himself. When he returned, dressed in simple robes, the morning sun had already begun spilling into the courtyard.
The air was warm.
Unhurried.
He sat beneath the sunlight, leaning back lazily.
Three years already, he thought.
Three years since he opened his eyes in this world. Three years since heaven trembled at his birth. And three years of choosing calm over ambition.
Just as he settled comfortably—
Ding.
A familiar sound echoed in his mind.
[Daily Sign-In Complete.]
[Reward: Portable Game Console (Bluestar Edition).]
Yuan Chen blinked once.
"…You really like this stuff."
[You don't dislike it.]
The system's voice sounded smug.
He didn't argue.
With a thought, the console activated. A faint glow flickered before him, invisible to anyone else.
Lin Yao watched curiously.
She didn't understand what he was holding or why he seemed so focused on empty air—but she didn't interrupt. Instead, she sat beside him and gently pulled him into her arms again, as if that was the most natural thing in the world.
Yuan Chen leaned back, eyes half-focused on the game.
Lin Yao began talking.
She spoke about cultivation realms, about changes in the immortal world, about rumors drifting through powerful clans. Her voice was calm and continuous, like flowing water.
"Mm."
"Oh."
"I see."
That was all Yuan Chen replied with.
She didn't mind in the slightest.
To her, his presence alone was enough.
Soft footsteps echoed through the courtyard.
The sunlight dimmed slightly.
Yuan Chen felt it immediately.
A cool, tranquil aura—clear and silent—washed over him.
His sister had arrived.
Yuan Xueyin stepped forward, her expression as calm as ever. Her presence was like moonlight reflected on still snow—cold, quiet, and strangely comforting.
Without a word, she reached down and lifted Yuan Chen from their mother's arms.
Lin Yao froze.
"…Xueyin."
Yuan Xueyin held Yuan Chen securely, her gaze steady. "He's mine now."
Lin Yao frowned. "I was holding him."
"He's more comfortable with me."
Yuan Chen didn't speak.
In Yuan Xueyin's arms, the warmth changed. It wasn't hot or cold—just perfectly balanced. A faint chill brushed his skin, soothing rather than uncomfortable.
His breathing slowed without him noticing.
Lin Yao stared at them for a long moment, clearly dissatisfied. But in the end, she only huffed quietly and turned away, pretending not to care.
The courtyard returned to peace.
For a few moments, the world felt exactly as Yuan Chen wanted it to be.
Then—
The air trembled.
Not violently. Not threateningly.
But unmistakably.
Space itself folded.
Lin Yao and Yuan Xueyin straightened instantly.
An ancient figure appeared before them, his presence vast yet restrained.
The Fourteenth Ancestor of the Yuan Clan.
His gaze fell upon Yuan Chen.
"Let me see," the ancestor said calmly.
A vast divine sense swept over Yuan Chen's body.
Silence followed.
The ancestor's expression shifted.
"Foundation Building…" he murmured.
Then his eyes sharpened.
"No."
"Perfected."
Not a single impurity. Not a single instability. Every strand of spiritual energy was aligned as if heaven itself had carefully arranged it.
"…Three years," the ancestor said softly. "Only three years."
Even for the Yuan Clan, this was beyond expectation.
Lin Yao's fingers tightened unconsciously.
Yuan Xueyin's eyes narrowed slightly.
After a moment, the ancestor laughed.
"Good. Very good."
He looked directly at Yuan Chen. "Child. Do you wish to become the Emperor Son?"
Yuan Chen blinked once.
"No."
The answer was calm. Unwavering.
"I'm not suitable," he continued evenly. "That position is too heavy. I prefer living quietly."
The ancestor studied him for a long time.
Then nodded.
"No forcing. You will still receive Emperor Son-level resources."
Yuan Chen nodded. "Thank you."
The ancestor vanished as quietly as he had arrived.
Lin Yao immediately turned to him. "Chen'er… you truly don't want it?"
"Yes."
She smiled gently. "Then that's enough for me."
The sun continued to shine.
Games resumed.
Peace returned.
Yuan Chen leaned back, eyes half-closed.
Then—
Ding.
[New Notification Detected.]
He opened one eye.
"…Already?"
The system laughed.
[Your peaceful life may need to pause.]
The screen glowed softly.
And the calm morning finally ended.
The glowing screen before Yuan Chen shifted.
[System Task Issued.]
[Task Name: Become Number One at the Heavenly Steel Monument.]
Yuan Chen paused.
"…Number one?" he muttered lazily. "What even is the Heavenly Steel Monument?"
There was a brief silence.
[Busy.]
[Figure it out yourself.]
Yuan Chen's eyebrow twitched. "Then what's the reward?"
This time, the system replied almost carelessly.
[Reward: One Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox Cub.]
Yuan Chen's fingers froze mid-air.
"A fox?"
[Not 'a fox.'] the system corrected flatly.
[A Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox—born with spiritual intelligence, capable of cultivation, loyal to its chosen master, and destined to walk the path of immortality.]
Yuan Chen leaned back slightly, eyes narrowing in mild interest.
"…Sounds troublesome."
[You asked.]
The screen dimmed.
Yuan Chen exhaled and turned his head. "Mother."
Lin Yao looked at him instantly. "Yes, Chen'er?"
"What is the Heavenly Steel Monument?"
Lin Yao blinked, then smiled faintly. "That?"
She explained calmly, "It's a special divine steel tablet used by the clans. Foundation Building disciples strike it with pure physical strength. The monument records their power and ranks them. Those who rank higher receive rewards from the clan and recognition."
"So… punching," Yuan Chen summarized.
"Yes."
He fell silent for a moment.
Number one, huh…
The sunlight remained warm. His sister Yuan Xueyin stood quietly nearby. The world was still peaceful.
And yet—
Yuan Chen felt it.
This calm life of his…
might not remain uninterrupted for much longer.
Forget it i will go Tommorow for now game is important