Dimensional Storekeeper - Chapter 78

78: Beginning of Hao’s Cultivation Journey 78: Beginning of Hao’s Cultivation Journey The first was the Solar-Ascendant Constitution.

This constitution drew its power from the light around the cultivator.

By harnessing solar energy and radiant qi, it enhanced speed, agility, and reflexes to the extreme.

The body could even transform into light for a short time, allowing the cultivator to phase through solid objects.

However, this ability was not limitless, as it depleted energy quickly, requiring mastery over one’s qi to use it effectively.

The second option was the Glacian Dragon Constitution.

Blessed with the ancient bloodline of the Glacian Dragons, this constitution granted control over the element of ice.

The body would become attuned to cold, allowing the cultivator to summon ice qi to freeze enemies and shape glaciers at will.

As the cultivator reached higher realms, they could even transform into a massive ice dragon, capable of summoning blizzards that could freeze entire landscapes.

The power over ice would become unstoppable as the cultivator’s cultivation progressed.

Hao didn’t know all the technical details, but something about these two reminded him of his favorite characters from manga back on Earth.

The solar one?

It gave off the same lazy, light-speed menace as that sunglasses-wearing admiral with a kick that could bend space.

The ice dragon?

Definitely had that icy, white-haired captain energy – the kind that could freeze an entire battlefield because he’s mildly annoyed.

Hao didn’t even care about the stats anymore.

These were just cool.

In the end, he pointed to the Solar-Ascendant Constitution.

“I’ll go with this one.” [Are you sure about your choice, host?

You’ll only be able to pick another one when the system upgrades again to the next version.] “Yeah.

Go for it.” He wasn’t just guessing – he had a brilliant idea pop into his brain.

He wasn’t sure if it would work that way, but if it didn’t… well, no harm done.

[Beginning to apply the Solar-Ascendant Constitution to Blank Canvas Constitution.] [Warning: Please stay conscious, host.

This will hurt a little.] ‘Why do you sound like a dentist.’ He sighed and shut his eyes, accepting his fate.

First came the heat.

A low, buzzing warmth in his chest that slowly spread across his entire body.

It wasn’t too bad – until it was.

That warmth turned searing.

It felt like his blood had transformed into golden magma, rushing through every vein, carving out new pathways of qi as it moved.

His veins lit up with blinding brilliance, as if someone had poured sunlight directly into them.

His bones began to ache, then throb, as if they were being stretched and reformed to hold something far beyond mortal power.

His muscles twitched uncontrollably, every fiber trembling like it was trying to escape his skin.

His skin tingled.

Not from pain, but from pressure.

As if the sun itself was pressing down on him from every direction.

Then came the sensation that his entire skeleton was being reforged – bathed and hammered by radiant light.

He couldn’t move.

He couldn’t scream.

His voice was trapped in his throat, his limbs heavy and distant.

Beads of sweat rolled off him in streams, each one shimmering like drops of melted glass.

His breaths came out as steam.

It felt like he was being reborn – inside the sun.

He clenched his teeth.

Light ran wild through his meridians, burning them open, flooding every corner of his body with golden qi.

Even the tips of his fingers pulsed with unbearable brightness.

Suddenly, a mysterious pull tugged at his very core.

He felt weightless.

Like his body had vanished entirely.

He was no longer Hao.

He was light.

He was speed.

He was motion itself.

And then – Silence.

Stillness.

His limbs returned.

His weight settled back into the bed.

The pain faded, replaced by a strange calm.

He inhaled.

It was over.

Or just beginning.

[Congratulations, host!

You have successfully acquired the Solar-Ascendant Constitution.

You may now begin cultivating.] [For best results, it is advised to purchase a cultivation technique from the shop first.] A new screen flashed open in front of him.

──────────────── [Status] Name: Hao Body: Blank Canvas Constitution (Solar-Ascendant Constitution) Cultivation Rank: Mortal Realm Cultivation Technique: NA Martial Technique: NA ──────────────── Hao slowly moved his fingers.

His arms.

His legs.

“Urggh…” His body ached like he’d done a thousand pushups, but he was alive.

Drenched in sweat – his entire polo shirt clung to him as a second skin.

His pants were just as bad, and the bed beneath him was completely soaked, as if he’d just finished swimming laps in his sleep.

‘Gross.’ He sat up with a groan and stumbled to the light switch, flicking it on.

The room lit up.

And immediately – he felt it.

Warm.

Gentle.

Subtle.

It wasn’t pain.

It wasn’t fatigue.

It was something new.

Something… flowing into him?

He blinked.

His body felt just a little lighter, as if the air had gotten thinner – clearer.

“…Is this… qi?” Hao murmured, unsure.

[Yes, host.

What you are currently absorbing is spiritual qi, naturally drawn in due to the Solar-Ascendant Constitution.] The moment the lights filled the room, the Solar-Ascendant Constitution had flared to life.

Threads of light-qi trickled into his body, slowly circulating through his newly opened meridians.

It was like being wrapped in sunlight after a cold winter.

It was faint.

Barely anything.

But it was real.

He was cultivating.

Hao’s eyes widened.

He glanced at the floating screen and grinned.

“Cultivation Rank: 1st Stage of Spirit Awakening Realm.” His chest tightened.

“I’m a cultivator…” Hao whispered.

Then louder, pumping his fist.

“I’m a cultivator!” After all these years of reading webnovels, daydreaming about sword-flying, qi-blasting, heaven-defying protagonists… It finally happened.

He was one of them now.

Every man who’d ever read even one chapter of a xianxia novel would understand.

This was it.

This was the dream.

And he was living it.

Hao couldn’t help himself.

He spent the next few minutes pacing back and forth, then jumping in place, then doing half a lap around the room.

After his little celebration, he finally calmed down and changed into fresh clothes.

He yanked off the soaked bedsheet and tossed it aside.

Hao didn’t bother folding it.

He already knew the rooms provided by the system would refresh themselves overnight.

By morning, the bed would be spotless with a new set of sheets, as if nothing had ever happened.

Well… that meant he’d have to sleep on the sofa tonight.

But would he really sleep?

He was a cultivator now!

Who needed sleep when he could spend the night cultivating?

Real cultivators trained day and night, didn’t they?

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