Chapter 69: 30 Days Streak Reward
Chapter 69: 30 Days Streak Reward
Sunlight spilled into the quiet courtyard.
The morning light lit up the room instantly
Rhain’s eyes opened after a while.
He slowly sat up and stretched his neck.
Right at that exact moment, the familiar sound came.
Ding!
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Thirty days had passed since he had transmigrated into this brutal, unforgiving world.
In just one month, he had gone from a dying, beaten outer disciple to an existence capable of obliterating the strongest factions in the region.
With a single thought, Rhain accessed the boundless dark void of the System Inventory.
Floating quietly beside the Crimson Serpent Blade treasures was a mask.
A faint ripple distorted the air, and the mask materialized directly into his palm.
It was smooth, featureless, and forged from an unknown, pale-white material, that looked like a cross between bleached bone and transparent jade.
There were no eye holes, no mouth—just a blank, hauntingly empty visage.
Instantly, a flood of profound information poured into his consciousness.
Faceless Emperor Mask.
An artifact forged by an ancient existence to walk the myriad worlds completely undetected.
Upon binding, the mask could flawlessly alter the user’s physical appearance, facial structure, height, and voice.
But its true value did not lie in just physical illusions.
It could completely mask and fabricate a cultivator’s aura and essence.
[Note: The disguises forged by the Faceless Emperor Mask are flawless. Even an expert at the Core Formation Realm can not see through the illusion. Furthermore, even experts at the Domain Master Realm might find it difficult to perceive the truth without specialized ocular abilities.]
"Integrate," Rhain commanded inwardly
The mask in his hand suddenly liquified.
It turned into a stream of pale, translucent liquid that flowed directly onto his skin, sinking seamlessly into his face.
There was no discomfort.
Within the span of a single breath, the mask completely vanished, perfectly fusing with his flesh.
Rhain stood up and walked over to the bronze mirror resting in the corner of the room.
He looked at his reflection.
Handsome, sharp features. Dark grey eyes.
With a single thought, he activated the artifact.
The reflection in the mirror changed.
His jawline broadened. His skin tone shifted from its healthy, resilient hue to a sickly, pale grey.
His striking dark grey irises morphed into a dull, muddy brown.
Even his height dropped by exactly two inches, his broad shoulders slouching into a slightly hunched, completely unremarkable posture.
In a fraction of a millisecond, Rhain Voss was gone.
Standing in the mirror was a completely ordinary, forgettable youth.
The kind of person who could walk through a crowded street without drawing a single glance.
Knock! Knock!
Someone was on the door.
Rhain’s dark grey eyes shifted toward the entrance.
"Change," Rhain spoke.
The voice that came out was slightly hoarse.
Within a second, he was Rhain Voss again.
"Come in," he said calmly.
The door opened and Marren stepped in.
Her injuries from the Hollow Realm largely healed, though faint traces of exhaustion still lingered beneath her eyes.
She cupped her fists respectfully. "Rhain, all the resources from the Hollow Realm, the Ironpeak Sect, and the Barlowe family have been fully cataloged and sorted. Sect Master and Family Head Dorris are waiting in the treasury for you to inspect it."
Rhain gave a slight nod.
"Let’s go."
When they arrived at the sect’s treasury, the massive doors were wide open.
When Rhain stepped inside, he was slightly dazed by the pile of resources.
Hundreds of jade bottles filled with pills were arranged in neat, color-coded rows along the eastern wall.
Racks of gleaming weapons occupied the entire western section.
Stacks of manuals, each one carefully bound and labeled, filled the central shelves from floor to ceiling.
Standing before this mountain of organized wealth were Harmon, Dorris, Kory, Silas, Amos, Roderick, and Torin.
Seeing Rhain enter, all seven of them turned and greeted Rhain.
"Everything has been sorted precisely as you instructed," Harmon said, gesturing toward the rows of resources. "Common and Uncommon-Grade items have been set aside for distribution among the disciples and lower-ranking elders. All Rare-Grade resources have been separated and placed here for your review."
Rhain’s dark grey eyes swept across the treasury methodically.
He walked first to the section where the Rare-Grade pills and herbs had been gathered.
There were roughly a hundred jade bottles and sealed containers, each one emitting a faint, alluring glow of concentrated essence.
He casually picked up a few Rare-Grade herbs that could be good for his cultivation and recovering from injuries.
Then, he moved to the weapon racks.
Rhain currently relied on his bare fists and the Void Fist technique to crush his enemies.
He didn’t have a specific preference for a weapon.
So he selected one of each type.
A curved, crimson-veined saber.
A silver-tipped spear.
A pair of spiked iron caestus.
He tossed every single one of them into his spatial ring.
Behind him, the corners of Harmon and Dorris’s mouths twitched.
Was he planning to casually master every single weapon known to the Verdane Continent?
But considering the sheer, logic-breaking monstrosity of his talent, they didn’t dare to question it. If Rhain wanted to fight with a different weapon every day of the week, that was his business.
Finally, Rhain walked over to the martial arts section.
This was his real target.
With the Red Tribulations Heavenly Flame, he needed a suitable conduit to unleash its destructive power.
His gaze rapidly scanned the fire-attribute manuals.
He picked up manual after manual, his golden-ringed Eyes of Truth rapidly scanning the essence circulation diagrams within each one.
Fire-related techniques were rare in this collection.
But after fifteen minutes of methodical searching, his hand stilled on a manual tucked deep in the bottom shelf.
The title was etched in faded crimson characters.
[Rare-Grade Fire Technique: Solar Annihilation Sphere Art]
Rhain flipped it open.
Under the Eyes of Truth, the essence circulation routes were laid bare in vivid detail.
The technique was designed to transform the fire essence into a huge sphere of fire.
Upon launch, the sphere would detonate on impact, releasing a devastating explosion of flame essence in a targeted radius.
Rhain’s eyes lit up slightly.
At its base level, with ordinary fire essence, the destructive power was respectable but unremarkable for its Rare-Grade ranking.
If one were to channel a Heaven-Grade flame through these pathways instead of ordinary fire essence, the destructive output would be amplified to an absolutely terrifying degree.
It was exactly what he needed.
He turned around and looked at the five Spirit Manifestation experts.
"I have taken what I need," Rhain stated. "Divide everything else between the sect and the Graves family however you see fit. The faster our people grow, the safer we all are."
Harmon and Dorris exchanged a glance.
To willingly walk away from this much wealth... his vision was clearly fixed on heights they could not even begin to imagine.
"We will handle the distribution immediately," Dorris said. "Harmon and I will personally oversee it."
"One more thing, Rhain," Harmon suddenly spoke.
He took out a storage ring from his robe.
"Rhain. If you will not take the resources, you absolutely must take this."
Rhain took the ring, and raised a brow as he swept his consciousness inside.
His eyes flickered slightly.
Filling the vast interior of the ring were neatly stacked, glittering ingots and coins of a dark bronze metal.
Aetherium Crystals.
The currency of the entire Aethermere.