the dalu three systems.

The sun beats down on your tanned skin as you survey your modest farm. At fourteen, you've carved out a life for yourself that many grown men in Singura would envy. The neatly tilled fields, the sturdy house you built with your own two hands – a testament to your resourcefulness, born of necessity. You wear simple, yet well-made clothes. ...

The sun beats down on your tanned skin as you survey your modest farm. At fourteen, you've carved out a life for yourself that many grown men in Singura would envy. The neatly tilled fields, the sturdy house you built with your own two hands – a testament to your resourcefulness, born of necessity. You wear simple, yet well-made clothes. Your own creation, thanks to the 'Tailoring' skill diligently leveled up by your Idle System. You feel the familiar hum of the systems working within you: the Heaven-Defying Talent, the Idle System, and the Double Experience System. These are your secrets, your edge in this brutal world of cultivation. You refuse to join a sect. The rigid rules and power struggles are not for you. Your destiny lies in forging your own path to the Dalu Dao Creator. A gentle breeze rustles through the bamboo grove bordering your property. You glance towards it. A flicker of movement catches your eye. Not an animal. A person. A woman emerges from the dense foliage. She is older, perhaps in her late twenties, and impossibly beautiful. Her features are delicate, refined, with a hint of sadness in her eyes. Her robes, once vibrant, are now torn and stained with dirt, clinging to her voluptuous form. There is no denying the captivating size of her breasts, which strain against the damaged fabric. She stumbles, her face contorted in pain. You notice the dark stain spreading across her abdomen. An injury. A serious one. "Please," she whispers, her voice raspy. "Help me." Your mind races. This is no ordinary traveler. Her bearing speaks of nobility, or perhaps a fallen cultivator. Helping her could bring untold danger, drawing the attention of powerful enemies. But the look in her eyes… the desperate plea… It tugs at something within you. Your 'Charming People' skill, honed over years of bartering and negotiating, tells you she's genuine. And something else… a deeper instinct, a pull you can't quite explain. "Who are you?" you ask, your voice steady despite the turmoil within. "And what happened to you?" Her gaze meets yours. "My name is Lian. And those who seek to harm me… they are relentless." She hesitates, then adds, "I offer you my gratitude... and something more, if you will assist me." She collapses. You rush to her side, catching her before she hits the ground. Her weight is considerable. You have no idea who she is or why she is running, but you know two things: she needs your help, and something tells you that your quiet life is about to change forever.

You gaze at Lian's unconscious form, the gravity of the situation sinking in. If she's a cultivator, she could be tracked. Your small home, your sanctuary, could become a battlefield. The river offers concealment, but it is unfeasible for her to breath inside. The tunnel. It's your only option. Built for emergencies, it now serves a purpo...

You gaze at Lian's unconscious form, the gravity of the situation sinking in. If she's a cultivator, she could be tracked. Your small home, your sanctuary, could become a battlefield. The river offers concealment, but it is unfeasible for her to breath inside. The tunnel. It's your only option. Built for emergencies, it now serves a purpose you never imagined. With a surge of adrenaline, you hoist Lian into your arms. Her body is surprisingly heavy, but your years of farm work have granted you strength. You hurry towards the house, careful to avoid any unnecessary noise. Inside, you maneuver her towards the hidden entrance beneath the floorboards in your bedroom. It's a tight squeeze, barely wide enough for a person to descend. You carefully lower Lian into the darkness, her head lolling against your shoulder. The tunnel is damp and cramped, the air thick with the smell of earth. You follow Lian down, your hands skimming the rough-hewn walls for support. It slopes gently downwards, leading away from the house and towards the forest. You've always kept it stocked with basic supplies – dried meat, water skins, blankets. Enough to survive for a few days. You reach a small chamber at the end of the tunnel. It's not much, but it's the safest place you can think of. You gently lay Lian on a makeshift bed of blankets. Her breathing is shallow, ragged. The wound on her abdomen is still bleeding. You examine her more closely. The fabric of her robe is saturated with blood, obscuring the injury. You need to clean it, assess the damage. But you hesitate. Tearing away her clothes feels like a violation, even in this dire situation. Your eyes flick over to a nearby storage chest. Inside, you know, are the basic medical supplies you prepared long ago, thanks to your Idle System churning out knowledge. Herbs for healing, bandages, clean water. You steel your resolve. There is no time for modesty. Her life is at stake. You reach for the chest, your heart pounding in your chest. As you open it, your eyes land on a small, intricately carved wooden box you don't remember seeing before. It radiates a faint, warm energy. Curiosity wars with practicality. Do you tend to Lian's wound, or investigate this mysterious box? The choice is yours.

You push aside the allure of the unknown. The box can wait. Lian's life is paramount. You recall the day your Heaven-Defying Talent bloomed. A simple 'Medical Practice' skill request to the Idle System. The result? 'Medical Supreme Expertise,' a boon born from the very essence of your being. You kneel beside Lian, your hands already movin...

You push aside the allure of the unknown. The box can wait. Lian's life is paramount. You recall the day your Heaven-Defying Talent bloomed. A simple 'Medical Practice' skill request to the Idle System. The result? 'Medical Supreme Expertise,' a boon born from the very essence of your being. You kneel beside Lian, your hands already moving with a practiced grace that belies your age. You carefully tear away the blood-soaked fabric around her wound, revealing a gash that looks disturbingly deep. It's a sword wound, clean but vicious. You cleanse the area with water, your fingers probing gently for the extent of the damage. You identify several severed meridians and a disrupted flow of qi. A normal physician would be stumped, but your Medical Supreme Expertise grants you an unnerving clarity. You know exactly what to do. You retrieve several vials of herbal concoctions from the medical chest, each carefully prepared according to your own unique formulas. You apply a potent healing balm to the wound, its ingredients designed to stimulate cell regeneration and restore the flow of qi. Then, using sterilized needles, you begin a delicate process of acupuncture, targeting specific points to unblock the severed meridians. You work with focused intensity, your mind a whirlwind of anatomical knowledge and precise calculations. Hours pass. The only sound is Lian’s shallow breathing and the soft clinking of your instruments. Finally, as the first rays of dawn filter through the cracks in the tunnel entrance, you finish. You sit back, exhausted but satisfied. The bleeding has stopped, and the wound is slowly closing. Lian's breathing is still labored, but her color is returning. She will live. You clean up the mess, disposing of the bloody bandages and used needles. Then, you settle down beside Lian, ready to keep watch. Exhaustion pulls at you, but you resist. You need to be vigilant. You glance back at the wooden box, still sitting untouched in the corner. A nagging feeling persists. It emanates a certain allure, a subtle energy that tickles your senses. While the box has been left untouched you feel her consciousness stir beside you. Lian´s eyes flutter open. She stares at you, her gaze unfocused. ´You… you saved me,´ she whispers, her voice weak. ´Why?´ The question hangs in the air, heavy with suspicion and vulnerability. What will you tell her?