Invincible Leveling

The Dragon Elephant Void Scripture

The mission was accepted.

However, Qin Tian didn’t care much about whether he could complete it. After all, there was no time limit on the mission, nor were there any penalties for failure.

At this moment, his thoughts were focused on how to swindle some benefits from Cang Tianji. At the very least, he wanted to get the box—there had to be something valuable inside.

Cang Tianji’s voice grew weaker, like a dying man.

“This box contains the Dragon Elephant Void Scripture, a technique I stumbled upon by chance. Before I could study it, that traitor Long Xiaotian discovered it…”

“Master, get to the point. You don’t have much time left. Give me everything useful! I’ll cultivate diligently and avenge you one day.”

“Any secret techniques or precious pills—bring it on. The more, the better.”

Cang Tianji coughed weakly, his voice barely a whisper. Qin Tian had to press his ear against his master’s mouth to hear clearly. He concentrated deeply, afraid of missing anything.

“You must cultivate the Dragon Elephant Void Scripture well. It’s a technique left behind by an ancient martial god before his ascension, possessing unparalleled power. Once mastered, it will shake the world, making you invincible across the universe.”

“Since your body is frail, I’ll give you a Dragon-Tiger Pill. This pill is extremely potent. Do not consume it unless you’ve reached the Lingdong Realm. Even a slight mistake could cause your body to collapse and ruin your dantian.”

“What else? Hurry up!” Qin Tian was growing desperate as Cang Tianji’s voice faded. He wished he could jolt his master back to life with an electric shock. But he forgot—Cang Tianji was already dead. His reappearance was a mere return of his soul, using the last trace of true energy within him.

“The ring on my finger—take it. It’s a token of the sect master, as well as a spatial ring containing my life’s work and everything from Tianji Sect…”

With those final words, Cang Tianji’s mouth shut, and the sharpness in his eyes disappeared.

It seemed he was truly, completely dead now.

Wasting no time, Qin Tian plucked the ring from Cang Tianji’s hand, overjoyed.

The ring, neither gold nor jade, resembled a piece of decayed wood. Without hesitation, Qin Tian slipped it onto his finger and gently rubbed it. As he pondered how to open it, the space within the ring suddenly expanded in his mind.

The sight inside startled him—it was like a mountain of treasures!

Seeing piles of cultivation manuals, top-grade weapons, and bottles of elixirs, Qin Tian couldn’t help but drool.

Just as he tried using his mind to retrieve a weapon from the ring, he was stunned.

A system notification echoed in his mind:

“Mission incomplete. Rewards unavailable.”

“Damn it! How is this a mission reward?” Qin Tian exploded in anger, cursing out loud.

From the paradise of treasures, he was instantly plunged into the depths of despair. The experience was excruciating—everything he saw was his, yet he couldn’t touch it.

Among the countless treasures, a dark, ugly pill resembling dried dung caught his attention. When he focused on it, the system revealed its details.

Dragon-Tiger Pill

Grade: Seventh-tier (spiritual medicine ranks from 1 to 9)

Effect: Refines the body, enhances physique, and clears meridians

Usage: Oral consumption

Qi Energy: +1000

Life Force: +3000

Vitality: +500

A bitter irony indeed.

“Damn it, so many treasures locked away, and all I get is one tiny pill! What a stingy old man!”

Qin Tian glared disdainfully at Cang Tianji’s motionless body before eagerly opening the box. Inside, a piece of brocade cloth was neatly folded. Tiny characters covered the fabric. Under the moonlight, Qin Tian read the first line:

“Ten thousand dragon elephants, boundless power, dominion over all…”

Ding!

“Congratulations, Player ‘Qin Tian,’ on obtaining the Dragon Elephant Void Scripture. Technique Level: Divine.”

“Divine level?” The system’s announcement left Qin Tian wide-eyed in disbelief.

In the Tianyuan Continent, techniques were classified into lower, middle, and upper grades, followed by Gold, Jade, Immortal, and Divine. In his memory, he had never even seen a Gold-grade technique, let alone Divine. The entire continent would struggle to produce one such technique.

“Is this real?”

Regaining his senses, Qin Tian quickly tucked the brocade cloth into his robe. He sighed as he glanced at Cang Tianji’s stiff body.

“At least we were master and disciple. I’ll do my part and bury you.”

With the burial done, dawn was breaking.

Knowing the area was dangerous, Qin Tian didn’t linger, fearing the pursuit of those after Cang Tianji. If he encountered Long Xiaotian or someone from the Wanmo Sect, even ten lives wouldn’t be enough to survive.

Heart racing with anxiety, he held the priceless treasure close. The thought of its discovery filled him with dread. He vowed to keep it secret, even from himself.

Before he realized it, he was back at the slaughterhouse, waking Meng Lei, and the two hurried back to the Furong Tavern.

That morning, Qin Tian remained absentminded, as if his soul had left his body. Zhang Dafu seized the opportunity to berate him mercilessly, but Qin Tian didn’t even seem to hear it.

Frustrated, Zhang Dafu eventually stormed off.

“What’s wrong, young master?” Meng Lei asked with concern.

Qin Tian had acted strangely since the previous night—not just breaking into the second rank of a martial artist but slaughtering chickens all night for no apparent reason.

Qin Tian finally returned to himself, giving Meng Lei a weak smile. “It’s nothing… nothing.”

In his previous life, Qin Tian was an orphan who had never experienced great fortune. His current body’s previous owner had lived a miserable existence for fifteen years. Now, holding a Divine-grade technique felt like winning the lottery—a dream come true.

By noon, he had calmed down, though his heart still raced whenever he thought of the Dragon Elephant Void Scripture. Outwardly, he remained the same lowly servant of Furong Tavern, a nobody.

But ambition began to take root…

For the next half month, Qin Tian spent his nights at the slaughterhouse leveling up and practiced the Dragon Elephant Void Scripture in a hidden field before dawn. Sleeping no more than two hours a day, he pushed himself harder than ever—except, perhaps, when grinding levels in games back in his previous life.

Meanwhile, a storm was brewing in Qinghe City.

Disciples of Tianji Sect frequently passed through, terrifying every family in the city.

Who would suspect that the treasure they sought lay with an unremarkable servant?

Through tavern gossip, Qin Tian learned more about Tianji Sect. The sheer difficulty of seizing its leadership and toppling the ancient Wanmo Sect made his SSS-level mission seem impossibly daunting.

For now, he set those thoughts aside. His only goal: to reclaim his place in the Qin family within three years, proving to those who mocked him that he could rise without them—and crush them underfoot.