Go To Your Grandparents House, Host.

The sun had barely crested the horizon when Chen Yuze trudged along the winding dirt path, loose gravel crunching beneath his feet.

Mist clung low to the earth, curling around the roots of gnarled trees like ghosts reluctant to fade.

The road ahead twisted into the base of a mountain that loomed like a sleeping titan—ancient and unmoving.

His robes fluttered lightly in the morning breeze, and his sword—simple, unadorned—bounced against his back with each step. His eyes, dark and knowing, stared ahead with an unreadable calm.

"System," he muttered aloud, not caring if birds overhead heard him talking to himself. "What's the plan here? Do I just go in, wreck everyone, and take the crown?"

A mechanical chime rang in his ears.

[System: Host must win the Tournament of Power. However, harming a cultivator's core or killing within the sect boundaries is strictly prohibited. Violations will result in immediate disqualification, public punishment... and potential execution.]

"Tch," Chen Yuze clicked his tongue. "Execution? Over a fight? This sect really is full of fragile glass dolls."

[System: Host is not strong enough yet to face the consequences. Proceed with calculated dominance.]

Chen Yuze scoffed but nodded slightly. "Understood. I'll crush them without leaving a trace. No shattered cores. Just shattered pride."

The system's tone mellowed.

[System: Host's request to increase Ki cultivation speed is acknowledged. I will guide you through efficient breakthroughs, optimize internal energy flow, and provide suitable items through the multidimensional shop.]

Chen's lips curved into a smirk. "Now you're talking my language."

As the final curve of the trail leveled out, the mist parted—revealing the grandeur of the main sect area.

A vast city nestled at the mountain's waistline. Terraced plateaus carved from stone and overgrown with polished jade grass gave rise to cultivated courtyards, towering pavilions, and enormous stone monuments inscribed with glowing calligraphy.

Disciples moved about in colorful robes, their laughter and footsteps echoing through the marble roads.

Floating lanterns drifted slowly along the wind paths, and above it all, like a dragon guarding its nest, the sect's central peak stretched upward into the clouds.

And there, in the center of it all, stood the main sect itself—an ancient fortress built into the mountain, with layers of steps spiraling toward the heavens.

Golden-tiled roofs shimmered under sunlight, and spirit beasts soared lazily through the skies above, trained and bonded with their cultivator riders.

Chen Yuze's gaze sharpened.

"This... is what they call prestigious?" he muttered with disdain. "Back in the old days, my lowest outer disciples would raze a place like this just to test their blade control."

His smirk returned, sharper this time. "Let's forget about the past. Time to dominate this so-called tournament... in my style."

A sudden chime flickered in his mind.

[System Quest Alert: Side Quest Unlocked]

[Objective: Visit your grandparents' house.]

[Reward: 10 Multidimensional Shop Credits.]

Chen blinked.

"My grandparents' house?" he muttered. "Since when do I have grandparents in this era?"

[System: Based on host's current body DNA, your maternal grandparents reside in this region. Visiting them will unlock future inheritance lines and passive support advantages.]

"What about the credits?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

[System: The Multidimensional Shop contains hundreds of items—cultivation pills, techniques, spiritual armaments, bloodline unlockers, and more. Credits are the currency. Use them wisely.]

Chen rubbed his chin. "Alright, I'll bite."

He paused, looked around at the massive sect infrastructure ahead, and then chuckled darkly. "I don't know where their house is, though."

[System: Scanning Host's DNA... Scan complete. Tracking current bloodline coordinates... Location Found.]

A translucent interface opened in front of his vision—a miniature map with a single red dot marked on a quiet residential area near the foot of the sect's mountain walls.

[System: Navigation active. Estimated travel time: 23 minutes.]

"Hah. Good work, system." He began moving again, steps now more purposeful. "Let's go pay the old folks a visit."

His eyes narrowed with amusement as he strode down the sloping trail toward the city outskirts.

Birds took flight from the trees as his shadow passed under them, and a few nearby disciples instinctively stepped aside, sensing something oddly oppressive in the air around him.

"You know…" he murmured, watching spiritual energy swirl in the air, "In my last life, I never had grandparents. Or a mother who smiled like mine did."

He looked down at his open palm, fingers flexing.

"This time… if I must rise again, it won't be just to burn the world down. I'll carve out my place, but on my own damn terms."

Wind swept through the valley, lifting his robes and stirring the loose hair across his forehead.

A disciple nearby muttered, "Who's that guy?"

Another answered, "No clue… but I don't like the look in his eyes."

Chen Yuze didn't even glance at them.

He was already focused ahead—on the future, the system quests, and the strange feeling blooming in his chest.

Somewhere up that road, a door was waiting to be knocked on. A past he never had. A family he never met.

He smirked, eyes shining with a quiet promise.

"It's time to meet them."