Innate Great Emperor

Chapter 7: The Broken Game Interface

Ye Jin left the ancestral hall. He felt like a massive weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

Of course, he still had to sell the act. Looking half-dead, he leaned on his loyal aide A Si and limped toward his courtyard. Piao Ling followed silently like a shadow.

They reached the wing room.

Ye Jin hated the Second Madam to the bone. But he had to admit she had skills. Almost every servant in the Ye estate was in her pocket.

It formed a tight surveillance net. The targets were Ye Jin and Ye Feng.

Only the stubborn A Si remained loyal. The Second Madam tried bribes, threats, and sweet talk. The boy never yielded.

This family infighting was brutal. It was exhausting. A fight to the death, both sides wounded.

As the loser, Ye Jin walked out with his head high. The winner was utterly disgraced.

Ye Jin's counterattack was vicious. The Second Madam couldn't recover. No elder wanted to deal with that venomous woman anymore.

Even those doing business with the Wan family grew wary.

The Second Madam did frame Ye Jin. But she never planned to kill him. In the Ye Pack, reputation decided a disciple's life. Ruining his name was lethal enough.

But Ye Jin pushed further. He fanned the flames. The elders now felt threatened by her. They instinctively resisted the Wan family.

Ye Jin lay on the bed like a dead pig. He let out a long breath. He stared at the ceiling, silent.

Three old scrolls sat on the table. Elder Xiong had sent them.

"Three Sovereigns Tripod Suppressing Fist." "Flying Fish Swimming Body Steps." "Five Thunder General Slaying Blade Art."

The first two were basic Qingyang Sect techniques. Mid-tier rank one. Ye Jin would enter the sect eventually. Better to get familiar now.

The "Five Thunder General Slaying Blade Art" was Ye Tianxiong's signature move. A mid-tier rank two martial art. A battlefield blade technique.

After mastering it, Ye Tianxiong used his profound internal energy to refine it.

His mind settled. Ye Jin finally organized his memories. Since rebirth, he inherited the body's full memories.

The continent was called Tianpan Shenzhou. His nation was the Dayu Dynasty. One of three great powers.

Yujing City was the capital. The Ye Clan was one of the ten great families.

There were two cultivation paths. Martial Cultivators and Spirit Cultivators. Both had nine ranks. Lower three, middle three, upper three.

Lower: True Strength, True Qi, Inner-Outer. Middle: Spirit Qi, Spirit Astral, Yin-Yang. Upper: Divine Core, Inner Demon, Dharma Idol.

Beyond the nine ranks: Divine Power, Longevity, Immortal.

True Strength cultivators relied on raw physical power. Called Martial Apprentices. Those who cultivated internal energy were Warriors.

Those who could project True Qi to their limbs were Martial Masters. Those who drew in world Spirit Qi were Innate Martial Masters.

Those who refined it into Spirit Astral were Martial Lords. Those who gave it spirit nature were Martial Saints.

Condensing one's essence into a core made a Divine Core realm. An immortal body, regenerating limbs. Called Martial Venerables.

Surviving the inner demon tribulation allowed one to merge with the world. Condensing a Dharma Idol.

This was the peak. Whether cultivation or martial arts, they reached the same end. Called Gods. Above the nine ranks were the Void, Dao, and Immortal realms.

Elder Ye Tianxiong had shown surging true energy. Like flames. Endless clouds. That was the peak of Innate Martial Master. One step away from Spirit Astral.

Spirit Astral experts formed an impenetrable qi armor.

Ye Jin learned the family's basic internal energy since childhood. He was stuck at Rank 3 Warrior. He lacked high-level martial arts. The Ye family valued both civil and martial arts. Hence the bottleneck.

Raising his strength was urgent.

"Wait! How could I forget the experience bar?" Ye Jin slapped his thigh and jumped up. He opened the inventory.

He searched the attribute panel greedily. From the first row down. Nothing. No experience upgrade. No skill points.

"f**k! No way. My experience bar and skill points are gone?" Young Master Ye panicked.

After checking a dozen times, he confirmed. No skill points. No experience. His heart, just ignited, was dunked in ice water. It went cold. He slumped to the floor, devastated.

His system interface was broken! It lost the core experience upgrade and skill point system!

All his stats and combat skills had to be trained manually. Slowly. Through proficiency.

Poor Young Master Ye suffered his first blow after transmigrating.

"f**k. I'm a promising transmigrator. Crying over this small setback? The big shots would laugh."

Sadly, he couldn't level up through combat experience either. If he could, he'd go to the border. Kill a thousand people or monsters. Instantly become a top expert.

Thinking of this fatal flaw, Ye Jin felt utterly aggrieved.

But Young Master Ye was no ordinary man. He snapped out of it. Rolled over and stood up.