Seven Mysterious Spaces: My Rise to Power in the Cultivation World

The old butler led Zhuang Yu to the family head's study. The family head, Zhuang Xiong, sat in a grand chair with a gloomy face, holding a list in his hand. When he saw Zhuang Yu enter, he threw the list in front of him: "Take a look, this is the family's new resource allocation plan."

Zhuang Yu picked up the list, glanced at it briefly, and his face darkened.

Good heavens, this isn't resource allocation, it's clearly resource plunder!

On the list, most of the high-quality spirit stone veins, spirit herb fields, and even a few Foundation Establishment Pills treasured by the family were assigned to the faction of the First Elder Zhuang Xiong and the Second Elder.

All he had were a few barren spiritual fields and some low-grade spiritual herb seeds, barely enough to feed a beggar!

"Patriarch, this..." Zhuang Yu was about to speak when Zhuang Xiong rudely interrupted him.

"What? You think it's not enough? You're just a greenhorn, you should be grateful to get these resources! If it weren't for your future position as clan leader, what do you think you would have gotten?" Zhuang Xiong said with a disdainful look, his tone full of warning.

Zhuang Yu sneered inwardly. This old fox was clearly trying to sideline him!

What good is becoming the clan leader?

Without resources, it's just an empty shell!

He took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, but his face remained calm: "The patriarch is right, I was being ignorant."

Leaving the master's study, Zhuang Yu felt like a fish trapped in a dried-up pond, extremely frustrated.

As soon as I entered the garden, I saw Zhuang Wen walking towards me with a "sincere" expression.

"Brother Zhuang Yu, I heard you were tricked by the family head?" Zhuang Wen patted Zhuang Yu's shoulder with feigned sympathy, giving him an "I understand you" look.

Zhuang Yu casually moved his shoulder away and said indifferently, "Second Elder is quite well-informed."

Zhuang Wen chuckled, leaned close to Zhuang Yu's ear, and whispered, "Brother, I have a suggestion. I wonder if you'd be interested? If you're willing to help me deal with the Grand Elder in the resource competition, I guarantee you 30% of the resources after it's done. How about it?"

Zhuang Yu sneered inwardly. This Zhuang Wen was indeed like a weasel offering New Year's greetings to a chicken—he had no good intentions.

He didn't want to get involved in their conflict, but he also didn't want to miss out on the resources. So, a plan came to him.

"I appreciate the Second Elder's kindness." Zhuang Yu pretended to ponder for a moment, then shook his head. "However, dealing with the First Elder is something a junior like me is probably beyond my capabilities..." He paused deliberately, a mysterious smile playing on his lips. "But... I do have a better way to acquire resources..."

Zhuang Yu lowered his voice mysteriously, leaned close to Zhuang Wen's ear, and whispered a few words.

Zhuang Wen was stunned for a moment, then an expression of disbelief appeared on his face, and finally he burst into laughter: "Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant! My dear brother, how is your brain structured? How come I never thought of that!"

Zhuang Yu simply smiled slightly, feigning inscrutableness.

After saying goodbye to Zhuang Wen, he went straight to the family warehouse, the image of the yellowed ancient book fragment in the mysterious space surfacing in his mind.

The inscription contains a secret about the family warehouse: in the northwest corner of the warehouse, there is a forgotten secret compartment containing a batch of precious spiritual materials, which have long been forgotten by the family due to their antiquity.

Following the guidance of the ancient book, Zhuang Yu found the hidden compartment in a corner of the warehouse filled with miscellaneous items.

Upon opening the hidden compartment, a rich spiritual energy rushed out.

Inside were more than a dozen jade boxes, each emitting a faint, precious glow.

Zhuang Yu casually opened a jade box, and inside lay a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, emitting a refreshing fragrance.

"I've struck it rich!" Zhuang Yu thought to himself with delight. These were crucial materials for refining Foundation Establishment Pills!

With these spiritual materials, he could refine a large number of Foundation Establishment Pills to improve his cultivation level, and even help Wang Yao break through her bottleneck.

The news spread rapidly, and within half a day, Elder Zhuang Xiong received the message.

His face turned ashen, and he slammed his hand on the table in front of him, shattering it: "Outrageous! This brat dares to hoard resources!" He immediately gathered his men and stormed towards the warehouse.

"Take him down! Seize all those resources!" Zhuang Xiong ordered, and his men swarmed forward, surrounding Zhuang Yu.

Swords gleamed, and the air was thick with murderous intent.

The surrounding family disciples rushed over upon hearing the news. Some were worried about Zhuang Yu's safety, while others were gloating and waiting to see a good show.

Despite being surrounded and attacked by the crowd, Zhuang Yu remained completely calm.

He formed a hand seal, and a golden light emanated from his body, forming a golden shield that blocked all attacks.

A slight smirk appeared on his lips.

"You little minions think you can steal my things?" He slowly raised his right hand, a golden light shimmering in his palm...

"Heh, now comes the main event."

The golden light suddenly burst forth!

Instead of attacking, they transformed into countless golden runes, like playful sprites, fluttering around the crowd besieging Zhuang Yu.

Everyone felt a blur before their eyes, and then felt numbness and weakness all over their bodies, unable to move.

"Pressure point striking? When did this kid learn this move?" Zhuang Xiong's men looked at each other, inwardly groaning.

Zhuang Yu ignored the underlings and walked straight to Zhuang Xiong, cupping his hands and saying, "Elder, what are you doing? I was just organizing the warehouse and accidentally discovered some forgotten resources. How did that become hoarding?"

Zhuang Xiong was so angry that his beard trembled: "Stop pretending! These resources are clearly..." Before he could finish speaking, Zhuang Yu took out a jade slip from his sleeve and handed it over: "Elder, this is a list that I found in the warehouse. It clearly records the origin and use of these resources. Please take a look."

Zhuang Xiong took the jade slip, scanned it with his divine sense, and his expression immediately became quite interesting.

The contents of the jade slip were exactly the same as what Zhuang Yu had said. It even recorded that these resources were originally intended for the cultivation of the younger generation of the family, but were later shelved for some reason.

His face flushed red; this…

This script is wrong!

Seizing the opportunity, Zhuang Yu retrieved another uniquely shaped magical artifact from his mysterious space—a glittering golden...

Loudspeaker!

"Ahem," he cleared his throat and shouted into the megaphone, "Dear elders, brothers and sisters of the family, today I, Zhuang Yu, have obtained a batch of precious cultivation resources. In order to promote the prosperity of the family, I have decided to donate a portion of these resources for the construction and development of the family!"

This sudden action stunned everyone present.

Zhuang Xiong was dumbfounded. What exactly was this kid up to?

The news quickly spread throughout the family, and several respected neutral elders rushed over upon hearing the news.

Zhuang Yu presented his "legal income" and "donation plan" one by one, and provided some of his resources as proof.

These elders originally had a good impression of Zhuang Yu, and now seeing his "selflessness," they praised him even more and expressed their support.

"Elder, I think Xiaoyu did a good job. He can admit his mistakes and correct them, which is a great virtue," said an elderly man with white hair, stroking his beard.

Zhuang Xiong had no way to express his bitterness and could only swallow his anger.

In the dead of night, Zhuang Yu returned to his room, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

Wang Yao entered carrying a cup of hot tea and asked softly, "Young Master, what brings you today..."

Zhuang Yu took the teacup, took a small sip, and slowly said, "Yao'er, what do you think of this performance?" He paused, his gaze falling on the deep night sky outside the window, and said softly, "The real show has only just begun..."

Zhuang Yu returned to his courtyard, where Wang Yao greeted him and offered him a cup of spiritual tea.

"Young master, today's events were truly perilous."

Zhuang Yu took the teacup and chuckled, "Thrilling? This is nothing. The real show is yet to come." He took a sip of tea, a sly glint in his eyes, "This cultivation world is far more interesting than I imagined."

Wang Yao frowned slightly and said worriedly, "Young Master, the faction of the First Elder and the Second Elder will probably not let this go. We still need to be careful."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Zhuang Yu put down his teacup, stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the twinkling stars in the sky. "The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. If they want to play, I'll play along."

He took out the gleaming golden megaphone from his storage bag, a playful smile playing on his lips.

This loudspeaker is a treasure he found in a mysterious space. It is called "Heaven-Shaking Roar". It can not only amplify the sound, but also add mental attacks. It can be described as a powerful tool for showing off and slapping people in the face.

"Since they want to cause trouble, I'll give them a little something extra." Zhuang Yu stroked the horn, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

He suddenly remembered something, turned to Wang Yao and said, "Yao'er, help me prepare the brush, ink, paper and inkstone."

Although Wang Yao was puzzled, she immediately did as instructed.

Zhuang Yu spread out the Xuan paper, picked up his brush, dipped it in ink, and began to write with vigorous strokes.

A moment later, a notice appeared, which read: "The family treasure vault is about to open. All family members are welcome to participate in the treasure hunt. First come, first served!"

After finishing writing, Zhuang Yu nodded in satisfaction and handed the notice to Wang Yao: "Post this on the family bulletin board. Tomorrow morning, I'm going to make the whole family excited!"

Wang Yao took the notice, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure.

She knew that her young master was about to make another big move.

As night deepened, undercurrents surged within the Zhuang family compound.

Zhuang Xiong's room was brightly lit.

He sat in his chair with a gloomy expression, listening to his subordinates' report.

"Elder, that kid actually..." The subordinate hesitated, seemingly unable to believe the news he had heard.

Zhuang Xiong slammed his fist on the table and roared, "Speak! What did that kid do this time?!"

The subordinate answered tremblingly, "That kid... he posted a notice saying he's opening the family treasure vault and inviting all clansmen to search for treasure..."

"What?!" Zhuang Xiong's expression changed drastically, and he stood up abruptly. "How dare he?!" He strode to the window, gazing in the direction of Zhuang Yu's courtyard, his eyes flashing with a sinister light...

He grabbed the teacup on the table and smashed it on the ground. "Go! Bring Master Zhuang here!"