In My Eyes, The World Is Perfect.
...
Deep under the sect, in a dark room, lit only by a few torches, the highest council of the Great Whirlwind Sect sit around a stone circular table.
The Elites.
"Gao Yong. You let those kids off too easily." An old hooded figure with a sagging face speaks. His voice is monotone, lacking emotion.
Elite elder Ghoul Ru looks straight at sect leader Gao Yong with dark, hooded eyes, then turns his attention to the green-skinned Elder Xiang Lin.
A muscular elder with green skin speaks. One of his eyes are shut, and the other eye's pupil looks lost, moving from side to side.
"Burp... I agree with Ghoul Ru, they were traitors, Gao Yong."
He slams his palm on the stone table.
"And you know what you do to traitors? Gurgle... gurgle... you massacre them."
The sight of Elder Xiang Lin would make any person with a weak stomach throw up immediately, he is the epitome of grossness.
Sect leader Gao Yong responds in a serene manner, his shut eyes unmoving as he sips some green tea.
The room goes silent as Gao Yong speaks.
"They were kids. It was the obvious thing to do, giving them a strike is enough—"
THWACK
The sound of a palm slamming on the stone table echoes throughout the room, filling it with a sense of pressure and dread.
Sect leader Gao Yong's breath hitches in his throat, his hands trembling slightly, causing the tea to spill over—with the boiling hot tea falling on his skin, though he couldn't care less compared to the sound he had just heard.
Even Ghoul Ru, who normally shows no emotion, slightly shifts in his seat.
In unison, the elite elders and sect master turn towards the source of the sound.
There, sitting at the front of the circular table, is a man.
Not no ordinary man.
His wild mane of white hair spills all around him, his beard reaches all the way to his thighs, and his eyes are wide open, like his soul just got dragged out of his body.
His palm is stuck to the stone table—for he is the one who just slammed his palm.
Gathering everyone's attention, he scans the room with his dilated pupils.
He licks his dry lips, the cracks flickering as his tongue swipes over them.
"You... You five are. I remember now, you five are the elites, aren't you?"
Sect leader Gao Yong, the usually composed, now stands, trembling, as he gets down on his knees.
His breaths come in short gasps, they are usually controlled, but not in the face of this... this monster.
"I greet Master..."
His forehead touches the cold stone ground as he gets into a kowtow position.
THUD!
THUD!
THUD!...
Over, and over, and over again did sect leader's Gao Yong make that sickening sound as he slams his forehead onto the stone ground.
His vision gets blurry, his mouth tasting metallic.
A pool of blood gathers where his forehead impacts the ground.
After 20 sickening kowtows...
The master smiles.
"What a good disciple, knowing how to respect his master."
He strokes his thigh-length beard, pondering as he cradles his head back and forth.
Each elite elder holds their breath, not daring to make a single sound.
Suddenly.
"Oh!"
Master Xuelei abruptly stands up, disappearing into a mist, like he was never in the room.
Each elite elder collectively lets the breath they've been holding out, regulating their breathing techniques back into order.
Sect leader Gao Yong's face is grim, blood dripping down his face as he dismisses the elites.
"You may leave."
...
[Full scan of Great Whirlwind Sect completed, loading leaderboard.]
[1. Master Wang Xuelei. (Cultivation: Hidden) +/-]
[2. Great Elder Zhuoren. (Cultivation: Hidden) +/-]
[...]
"Hmm, Zhuoren, not the strongest in this sect?"
Xuan Wu ponders.
A couple of hours ago, he traced the seal in his soul back to an old fart named Great Elder Zhuoren.
Turns out he really wasn't supposed to escape the illusion.
"But to think... Master Wang Xuelei? Who could this great figure be?"
Xuan Wu sits in his own abode, given by the Sword Peak. The ceremony was over, and each disciple returned to their peaks.
[...Check Master Wang Xuelei information?]
"Hehe, yes please."
A portrait of Wang Xuelei shows up, with his name and title next to it.
'Weaver of Fear, Wang Xuelei.'
[Age: 32,021/33,000]
[Cultivation: Unity Coalescence]
[Cultivation Techniques: Ancient Whirlwind Arts, Brute Force Scripture]
[Innate Talent/s: Nigh-Legendary grade cultivation talent, Green Whirlwind Body, Peril Ancestor Blessings, Birth of A Great Moon, The Stars Aligned, 1 Red Whirlwind, 2 Blue whirlwinds, 3 Green Whirlwinds]
[Abilities...]
Xuan Wu's jaw drops, eyes wide open.
"U-U-Unity coalescence, what the fuck even is that! And how, how, how many innate talents! Is this guy the protagonist of this world or what!"
"And hundreds of abilities on top of that?"
Xuan Wu gulps, opening up his own profile in the system, then configuring innate talents.
[Innate Talent/s: Trash-low grade cultivation talent, Green Whirlwind Body]
Xuan Wu looks around hesitantly, closing the system, then whistling to himself, hands in pockets.
His door suddenly opens, and a fatty comes in.
"AHHHHH!!"
Xuan Wu leaps onto his bed, grabbing the beginner sword he received from his master off of the nearby table.
"Demonic beast, go back to where you came from."
Xuan Wu shudders, "This is my first fight, I know it, fuck it, I've got the Cheat System, even if I lose I can make it so I win!"
The fat disciple standing there, Fatty Wang, blinks.
then he slowly points at himself, tilting his head.
"D-Demonic beast?"
...
Fatty Wang sits in Xuan Wu's abode, sipping tea.
Xuan Wu nervously shifts in his bed, eyeing fatty Wang.
"Oh, so you meant demonic beast as in very powerful? That's what you're saying?"
For the past few minutes, Xuan Wu has been feeding this fatty lies, so he won't eat him.
"Yes, yes, that's right. Well what did you come here for?"
Fatty Wang laughs, reminding himself.
"Oh yeah, that's right, me and two other people are going on our first mission, every single disciple that was alone in the ceremony was in seclusion, except for you, so that brought me here!"
Xuan Wu strokes his chin.
"A mission? I like the sound of that."