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Ke Yin has a problem. Well, several problems.

First, he's actually Cain from Earth.

Second, he's stuck in a cultivation world where people don't just split mountains with a sword strike, they build entire universes inside their souls (and no, it's not a meditation metaphor).

Third, he's got a system with a snarky spiritual assistant that lets him possess the recently deceased across dimensions.

And finally, the elders at the Azure Peak Sect are asking why his soul realm contains both demonic cultivation and holy arts? Must be a natural talent.

Expectations:

• MC's main cultivation method will be plant based and related to World Trees

• Weak to Strong MC

• MC will eventually create his own lifeforms within his soul as well as beings that can cultivate

• Main world is the first world (Azure Peak Sect)

• MC will revisit worlds (extensive world building of multiple realms)

• Time loop elements

• No harem

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Chapter 337: Blood and Bargains

The morning sun entered through the windows of our small courtyard rooms, casting warm patterns across the simple wooden table where we shared breakfast. Wei Lin was practically glowing, not just from the sunlight, but from the unmistakable radiance of a successful breakthrough.

"Pass the congee, would you?" Lin Mei asked, her eyes never leaving Wei Lin as if he might vanish if she looked away. The events of last night had clearly left her shaken, though relief had replaced most of her earlier anger.

I slid the earthenware pot toward her, watching as Wei Lin casually floated a spoon through the air with a flick of his finger. Show-off.

"So," I said, breaking the comfortable silence, "how does it feel to be looking down at us lowly peasants from your lofty Ninth Stage heights?"

Wei Lin grinned, popping a slice of pickled radish into his mouth. "Honestly? Strange. I've spent so long planning each step of my cultivation that suddenly skipping ahead feels... unearned, somehow." He looked down at his hands, flexing his fingers as if testing their reality. "I keep expecting to wake up and find it was just a dream."

"Nothing unearned about it," I countered. "You left the safety of the sect in search for the breakthrough; you nearly died for it."

"Ke Yin's right," Lin Mei added, her stern expression softening. "Though I still think you were reckless." She poked his arm with her chopsticks for emphasis.

Wei Lin caught her hand, his expression growing serious. "I know. And I'm sorry for worrying you. But I don't regret the outcome." His gaze shifted to me. "Both of us having Beyond Heaven-rank methods means our paths are bound to be... unconventional."

I nodded, we shared something that set us apart from other disciples, cultivation methods that defied normal progression, that stretched the boundaries of what was possible.

"It's nice," I admitted, "having someone who won't get left behind." The moment the words left my mouth, I realized how arrogant they sounded. "That came out wrong. I just meant—"

"No, I understand," Wei Lin laughed. "Most Beyond Heaven-rank cultivators end up isolated. Their peers can't keep up, and their seniors see them as threats." He raised his tea cup in a mock toast. "To abnormal cultivation paths and the friends who walk them."

Lin Mei rolled her eyes but smiled. "You two and your secret society of weird cultivation methods."

"Says the woman who combines herbalism and formation arts like nobody else," I replied. "Don't pretend you're normal either."

We continued breakfast, discussing the upcoming tournament at the sect and Wei Lin's plans for his ninth marketplace stall. The comfortable banter felt alien yet comforting, a slice of normality in the chaos of cultivation.

"What are your plans for today, Ke Yin?" Lin Mei asked, gathering the empty dishes. "We should head back to the sect by tomorrow at the latest. The tournament prelims start in a few days.”

I nodded, having already decided my course of action. "I have some meditation to catch up on.”

"We'll be in town gathering supplies," Wei Lin said. "Lin Mei wants to stock up on some rare herbs they sell here in the mountain markets."

"Perfect," I replied. "I'll meet you for dinner, then?"

We agreed on a time, and after helping clear the table, I retreated to my room. As soon as the sliding door closed behind me, I activated a more comprehensive privacy formation than the one I'd used the previous night. This one would not only prevent sound from escaping but would also mask any spiritual fluctuations that might occur during the ritual I was about to attempt.

Taking a deep breath, I settled into a cross-legged position on the sleeping mat and closed my eyes, focusing my awareness inward to enter my inner world.

The Genesis Seed stood proud at the center, its roots spreading outward into the four distinct quadrants I'd so carefully constructed. And there, wrapped in those roots, was Ke Jun's blood statue, crimson and motionless, still under the influence of my Blue Sun calligraphy.

I approached cautiously, studying the statue's features. Even frozen, there was something unsettling about the blood-red sculpture of my supposed ancestor. Perhaps it was the knowledge of what he'd attempted to do to me, or perhaps it was simply the unnatural stillness of something I knew to be animate.

With a gesture, I summoned a small portion of Blue Sun energy, forming it into a counter-symbol to the sleep character I'd inscribed on Ke Jun's forehead. The azure glyph hovered between my fingers for a moment before I sent it floating forward to merge with the original character.

There was a flash of blue light, and the sleep symbol dissolved.

For several heartbeats, nothing happened. Then, slowly, the blood-red eyes of the statue opened, focusing immediately on me with unnerving intensity.

"That was unnecessary," Ke Jun said, his voice carrying a hint of annoyance. "And frankly, discourteous."

"Forgive me for not extending the highest courtesies to someone who tried to possess my body," I replied dryly. "Consider it a reasonable precaution."

Ke Jun's expression shifted to one of mild amusement. "Fair enough, descendant. I see you've returned promptly. I take that to mean you've secured what we need for the ritual?"

I nodded, producing the vial of Zhao Xun's blood, though only in spiritual form, a projection of the real vial I'd prepared in the physical world. "Demonic blood from a Stage Eight cultivator, as requested. Fresh enough that it still carries his spiritual essence."

Ke Jun's eyes widened slightly. "Impressive," he admitted. "I expected you to take much longer hunting a demonic beast. Where did you find a demonic cultivator?"

"He found us," I said simply. "He made the mistake of targeting my friend."

"Convenient timing," Ke Jun remarked. "The World Tree Sutra cultivators have always had remarkable luck. Perhaps it's not coincidence but some innate affinity for finding what you need across worlds."

I shrugged. "I've obtained the blood. Now tell me exactly how this ritual works."

Ke Jun's lips curved into a thin smile. "Eager, aren't we? Very well." He shifted slightly within his restraints, the Genesis Seed's roots adjusting to maintain their grip. "The ritual requires three components: the physical setup in your external body's world, the spiritual connection to me within your inner world, and the ethereal projection to the Nexus itself."

I settled cross-legged on the ground before him, prepared to absorb every detail. This wasn't the kind of technique where approximations would suffice.

"First," Ke Jun began, "you must prepare a space in the physical world, ideally circular, with the demonic blood placed at the center of a three-point formation. Use spirit stones at each of the three points to stabilize the energy flow. The formation doesn't need to be complex, just balanced."

"Simple enough," I nodded. "What next?"

"Once the physical formation is active, you'll enter meditation and return here, to your inner world. Then guide your spiritual sense to link with the demonic blood through me, essentially using your connection to me and my bloodline's connection to the demonic arts to create a bridge."

I frowned. "That sounds... intimate."

"Worried I'll try to possess you again?” Ke Jun laughed. “Don't be. The Genesis Seed has me thoroughly contained, and this process creates a one-way channel only. Think of it as borrowing my knowledge rather than my influence."

I wasn't entirely convinced, but I nodded for him to continue.

"The final step is the most delicate," he said, his tone growing serious. "Once the bridge is established, channel the Ethereal Link technique. You'll need to execute it perfectly the first time, there's no room for error when connecting to the Nexus."

"And if I make a mistake?" I asked, already suspecting the answer.

"Best case? Nothing happens, and we try again after you recover. Worst case?" His blood-red eyes gleamed. "Your consciousness gets lost between realms, leaving your body an empty shell. But don't worry, that is extremely rare, and your technique only needs to be ninety percent correct. I'll handle the rest."

"How comforting," I muttered.

Ke Jun continued as if he hadn't heard my sarcasm. "Once connected, your ast...

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