"Fragnts of the Supre Pavilion Master set: By collecting all the fragnts, the host can exchange them for the complete Supre Pavilion Master set. An example...how does the host feel about searching for quests himself? Ever thought about it?"
Darius frowned upon hearing this response. He had truly never thought about it deeply...not because he didn’t care, but because things had been happening one after another, leaving him no ti to revisit his earlier conversation with the system about quests.
"No clue," Darius replied, shaking his head.
"You wouldn’t be able to guess it anyway, even if you tried."
Darius heard the system’s robotic voice and could faintly discern a mocking tone within it. Already used to this attitude, he rely nodded and continued listening.
"The host has already acquired one part of the Supre Pavilion Master set upon being chosen. You currently possess the Eye of Reality, which allows you to identify evil individuals from the human race, demons, and even alien races...as long as you look at them."
Darius was montarily stunned before the system continued.
"Additionally, the host can never remain weak, as the system has implied multiple tis. With each quest you assign to the board, you will receive a certain amount of power, which you can freely allocate to enhance your cultivation."
"This Supre Pavilion Master set sounds incredible!" Darius blinked in surprise, and a smile appeared on his previously expressionless face.
A new service mysteriously appeared on the pavilion’s service board, with a price displayed next to it.
Improved Cultivation Room...ten spirit stones.
"As a young man aiming to beco the Supre Pavilion Master, how could you not have any short-term goals? System mission: achieve a profit of at least one hundred spirit stones and one thousand gold coins within a week."
The system solemnly assigned a mission to Darius.
At that mont, Darius realized that the system had begun taking things seriously. Previously, it had issued passive rewards, but now the rewards required him to take initiative.
’Shaless,’ Darius cursed inwardly, already feeling a headache forming. He understood the system’s aning without needing to reread the ssage.
Go out and obtain quests for your mbers...or forget about future upgrades.
However, for so reason, a smile appeared on Darius’s face, his eyes lighting up. ’This system is truly different from the others I’ve read about. Although cultivation seems easy, in reality, everything depends on .’
Darius understood that the true challenge of this pavilion system lay in managing his ti without neglecting his usual business hours. For a mont, he felt as though he were working a nine-to-five job...where even after returning ho, thoughts of work still lingered.
He then focused on the mission, and the smile on his face froze as he made a few calculations.
To earn one hundred spirit stones within a week, he would need to rent out the cultivation room a hundred tis...or attract ten people to use the improved cultivation room. And to earn a thousand gold coins, he would need to issue even more quests than that...
"System, this is too difficult! I only managed to rent the cultivation room once and gain a single mber today, and you expect to rent it a hundred tis in seven days... Why don’t you just kill instead!?" Darius complained bitterly.
He completely set aside the improved cultivation room, as the entry requirents were far too high according to the system. Even though he didn’t fully understand the cultivation levels of this world, he grasped the basics.
A third-realm cultivator would never co to the outer city...let alone visit his pavilion.
However, the system responded in its usual solemn tone. "To beco the Supre Pavilion Master, you must not fear any difficulty. Every challenge you face is rely a stepping stone toward greatness."
Darius remained expressionless. He was indifferent to the system’s encouragent. Perhaps if it hadn’t spoken so solemnly, he might have been slightly persuaded.
With a sigh, Darius lay down on his bed and closed his eyes.
***
Any had returned to the rchants’ manor. Although she had just dealt with her pursuers and her entire body was stained with blood, she didn’t seem bothered by it. Her mind was focused entirely on sothing else.
The lingering effect of enlightennt had not fully faded and continued to grant her insights...especially during her earlier fight. It left her restless, her common sense refusing to accept that such a service could exist.
If she told her brother about it and asked him to visit that place, it wouldn’t be surprising if he locked her in the manor for three months and called her crazy.
"To break through my spell’s bottleneck during combat... just by cultivating for an hour in that room, for a re one spirit stone... this..." Any muttered, her heart beating faster as a chill spread across her body. "This is simply unbelievable, even after experiencing it."
"I almost lost my life..." At that mont, she finally realized that the young man in the pavilion had looked at her as though she were nothing more than a jumping monkey...a re child.
As Any quickened her pace toward her room, several servants noticed her disheveled appearance and stared in shock.
Seeing the young miss covered in blood was not unusual, but for her to walk around without her veil was sothing unheard of.
"Young miss’s face is completely red... was she poisoned?" one servant whispered, only to be elbowed in the chest.
"Are your eyes just for decoration? If she were poisoned, she wouldn’t be this calm. She’s clearly in love...just look at her expression, constantly changing."
...
Their conversation snapped Any back to reality. Noticing their gazes fixed on her face, she quickly put on another veil, hastened her steps, and disappeared from their sight.
Any sat cross-legged in her room, her eyes closed. Spiritual energy circulated through her body, her skin shimring faintly, making her appear even more beautiful than usual.
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