Innate Great Emperor

Chapter 9: The Power of Spirit Armor

"f**k! Are you kidding me, heavens? My talent is too damn low. I don't even meet the basic requirements to cultivate!" Looking at the rows of data, Ye Jin collapsed onto the bed. He was utterly devastated. He howled at the sky.

Poor Young Master Ye set a record. Three blows in a row after transmigrating!

"Whatever. Let's just train first! A rusty spear is better than no spear." Ye Jin gritted his teeth. He was determined.

The sun blazed. Not a single breeze stirred in the Ye estate.

The Ye estate's training ground was large and quiet. Stone locks, wooden dummies, wooden posts, and weapons—everything was there.

Wooden dummies and posts lined the bluestone training ground. Sweat poured down Young Master Ye's back. He stood among the dummies, awkwardly posing.

Every few moments, he ran to the table to check the scroll. Then he practiced again.

The Ye Pack prioritized education above all. They valued both civil and martial arts.

The goal of every Ye disciple: a minister in court, a general in war. Only the failures went into business.

The elders in the ancestral hall that day? All failures. The successful ones became officials.

If Ye Tianxiong weren't the Enforcement Elder, he wouldn't have shown up.

The Ye ancestors put great thought into education. When Ye disciples came of age, they were sent to a secret country estate to study and train.

Teachers taught them. No luxuries. No servants. They ate from the same pot.

Only after their coming-of-age ceremony could they stay in the main estate. Even then, they returned to the country for half a year to farm and study without servants.

This system had one side effect. Rich kids from smaller noble houses mocked Ye disciples as bumpkins.

They didn't know fashion or how to chase girls. They didn't know how to walk dogs, keep birds, visit brothels, or play pai gow.

Even the Empress teased unruly princesses: "Keep acting up, and I'll marry you into the Ye family to eat dry bread and pickles."

But they never stopped to think. Why did so many noble houses rise and fall since the founding of the dynasty?

Only the Ye Pack stood firm at the top. Ministers, generals, first-rank officials, border lords.

Ye disciples had tough childhoods. But generations of famous ministers, fierce generals, and top officials gave them confidence and pride.

The sour rich kids looked down on them for being uncool. The Ye disciples had every reason to look down on them right back.

Ye Jin had just memorized both martial arts manuals by rote. But when he tried the moves, he was a mess.

He grabbed the sesame and lost the watermelon. He looked like a newborn duck. Stumbling steps. Flailing arms.

"Attribute requirements not met. Three Sovereigns Tripod Suppressing Fist cultivation failed!"

"Attribute requirements not met. Flying Fish Swimming Body Steps cultivation failed!"

Over and over, the annoying messages refreshed in his mind sea. They beat down the already unhappy Young Master Ye.

He was a transmigrator, sure. But Young Master Ye's talent was trash.

Finally, Ye Jin couldn't take it anymore. He collapsed to the ground. He lay on his back, gasping for air.

It's over. Young Master Ye's life is finished!

Lying on the sun-baked stone, Young Master Ye's face was dark. He absentmindedly opened his attribute space. He clicked around randomly.

Inside the inventory, a jade-green armor caught his eye.

"Biluo Dragon-Pattern Armor: Part of the Biluo set. Increases Will by 15. Increases Spirit by 10."

A spark of inspiration hit him.

This equipment can increase my stats? Ye Jin's eyes lit up. He kipped up from the ground.

I wonder if my stats will increase if I equip it?

Ye Jin was skeptical. He clicked the armor.

"Equip this item?"

"Yes!"

A sea-blue ripple flashed across Ye Jin's chest. When it faded, a unique, bamboo-green armor was on his body.

The armor was exquisite. Pale blue dragon patterns and ivy vines lined the edges. The blue dragon pattern seemed alive, moving up and down the armor.

The moment he equipped it, a cool sensation spread through his body. It rushed to the top of his head, spiraling slowly.

Ye Jin felt his spirit soar. The gloom vanished. His mind became clear, like a spotless mirror.

Equipment! Right! How could I forget equipment! No pills! No artifacts! But equipment stats can boost my innate attributes!

Ye Jin kipped up from the ground cleanly.

"Ha!" Ye Jin shouted lightly. His body moved like a fish. He practiced the Three Sovereigns Tripod Suppressing Fist, move by move.

It felt completely different from before. The moves flowed through his mind like water. No more stiffness. Every strike connected.

Fast as a whirlwind. Smooth as water. Fierce as fire. His fists and steps merged. He felt like he was floating on clouds, feet not touching the ground.

Ye Jin felt more and more exhilarated. His true qi surged through his limbs. His speed increased. The training ground filled with the sound of howling wind.

Finally, he felt a sense of boundless freedom, flowing like clouds and water.

"Three Sovereigns Tripod Suppressing Fist cultivation successful! Spirit +5, Will +5, Constitution +4, Agility +5, Strength +5."

"Flying Fish Swimming Body Steps cultivation successful! Spirit +2, Will +1, Constitution +6, Agility +8, Strength +8."

Two messages entered Ye Jin's mind sea. Young Master Ye felt vindicated. He roared at the sky: "f**k yeah!"

This mid-tier rank one martial art didn't just kill enemies. It also comprehensively trained his body.

He opened the Martial Arts tab in his attribute interface:

"Three Sovereigns Tripod Suppressing Fist progress: Layer 1, 0.94%."

"Flying Fish Swimming Body Steps progress: Layer 1, 0.81%."

Ye Jin let out a soft breath. No leveling system. No skill points.

If he didn't even have proficiency, he'd be a total trash dumpling. He really wouldn't survive.

Thinking about how equipment boosted training speed, Ye Jin's greedy heart burned again.

"To quickly raise proficiency, I need to boost all five attributes. The higher the talent, the faster I learn." Ye Jin sat cross-legged.

He rubbed his brow in frustration. "How do I get better equipment?"

His wrist brushed against something hard and cold at his waist. His heart stirred. He pulled out a palm-sized black jade token.

A rare purple-gold pattern formed an ancient bird-script character: "Ye."

Ye Jin flipped it over. His mind raced. This was the eldest son's exclusive jade token, forged from black jade iron.

Blades couldn't pierce it. Fire couldn't melt it. It showed his status.

And it had another use: the key to the secret vault!

"The secret vault! Right! There must be high-grade equipment in there! And manuals! Maybe even artifacts!"