SSS-Rank 10x Reward System: Accepting Disciples to Live Forever-Chapter 189: Same

It was obvious from the very beginning that the flow of time between the real world and the Garden of Eternity was vastly different. Breaths outside could pass like years here. Yet as Wang Chen’s cultivation rose, that gap gradually narrowed. The disparity still existed, but it was no longer as absurd as before.

Seated in silent meditation within the Yun Family estate, Wang Chen observed everything from above.

Inside the Garden of Eternity, beneath calm skies and stable spirit veins, the Purple Lotus Sect flourished.

The two reincarnated souls grew rapidly.

Infancy passed like morning mist.

Childhood unfolded beneath plum blossoms and fluttering sect banners. The clang of wooden swords and the laughter of disciples filled the courtyards.

In what felt like a blink, the two babies who had arrived wrapped in swaddling cloth were now walking, speaking, training.

The sect elders watched with growing astonishment.

Rin.

From the very beginning, there was something different about him.

His eyes were clear—too clear. When others fumbled through their first steps of sword forms, he corrected his stance instinctively. When instructors explained basic breathing methods, he absorbed them as if remembering rather than learning.

His comprehension was terrifying.

At one year old, he could already mimic the basic Purple Lotus Sword Art with shocking precision. At two, he was refining it.

By three, even inner sect disciples began to whisper.

In the training yard, disciples gathered as a small child in purple robes held a wooden sword. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

His wrist flicked.

The blade cut through the air with a clean, sharp whistle.

An older inner disciple stiffened, his wooden sword knocked aside effortlessly.

Gasps rose from the crowd.

"Young Master Rin is such a genius! He is just one year old, but his swordsmanship could already rival the geniuses of the inner sect. A rare prodigy indeed."

"That movement... it’s flawless. He moves like someone who has trained for decades."

"Although the two Young Masters are both talented in their own right, Young Master Rin is a genius in his own league."

Praise spread like wildfire through the sect.

Servants bowed lower when he passed.

Disciples straightened instinctively.

Even elders began to look at him with the subtle reverence reserved for future pillars of the sect.

Wang Chen watched silently, his expression unreadable.

Rin’s Great Dao Foundation was not a joke.

The sealed Dao Providence was beginning to leak through in subtle ways. His sword carried faint traces of resonance. His spiritual roots responded to qi as if it were an old friend.

He was a natural center of gravity.

People gathered around him without realizing it.

...

And then there was Ni Lua.

The elder twin.

From the outside, he was quieter.

Less flamboyant.

Less dazzling.

While Rin dazzled crowds with heaven-defying comprehension, Ni Lua trained in the corner of the courtyard long after others had left.

He did not speak much.

He did not show off.

He simply practiced.

Again.

And again.

And again.

His sword strokes were not as explosive as Rin’s. His aura did not radiate overwhelming brilliance. But his stance was steady, rooted like an ancient pine gripping a mountain cliff.

Even without his past memories, some traits refused to fade.

Decisive.

Hardworking.

Calm.

When praised, he bowed politely but did not smile wider.

When ignored, he did not sulk.

When Rin was surrounded by admirers, Ni Lua quietly refined his footwork.

Once, during sparring, an outer disciple mocked him lightly.

"The elder Young Master is good... but compared to Young Master Rin, you are still lacking."

Ni Lua simply nodded.

"I understand."

There was no resentment in his voice.

Only clarity.

Wang Chen’s gaze softened slightly.

Even stripped of memory, even reborn as a child, Ni Lua still carried the bearing of someone who had seen empires rise and fall.

He did not chase glory.

He built foundation.

He did not crave attention.

He honed his blade.

And that quiet steadiness was far more terrifying than explosive genius.

...

Within the Purple Lotus Sect, two stars were rising.

One shone brightly, brilliant and impossible to ignore.

The other burned low and steady, like an ember that refused to die.

The sect celebrated Rin openly.

But somewhere deep in the currents of fate, something subtle was shifting.

Wang Chen felt it.

A faint intertwining.

A quiet divergence.

The Garden of Eternity had gained not just one variable... but two.

And he, seated above like a silent heaven, watched as the future began to take shape.

In the wide practice ground of the Purple Lotus Sect, afternoon sunlight filtered through drifting clouds, casting long shadows over polished stone tiles.

Rin stood with his hands clasped behind his back, loose purple robes fluttering gently in the breeze. Not far from him, Ni Lua stood beneath an ancient cypress tree, his small figure still and upright, gaze lifted toward the endless blue sky.

He wasn’t merely staring.

His eyes were distant. Deep. As if he were contemplating something far beyond the drifting clouds above.

Rin sneaked a glance at him, then muttered under his breath.

"Damn, Elder Brother is really something. Even when I have cheats to help me, he is not really that far behind me... If I wasn’t born, he definitely would have been the protagonist template."

There was no jealousy in his tone. Only honest acknowledgment.

He scratched his cheek and shifted his focus away.

"Just one day more and Father will teach us how to cultivate."

A faint tremor of excitement slipped into his voice.

Rin’s eyes practically glowed.

To think that he, an ordinary Earthling who used to binge-read cultivation novels until three in the morning, would one day truly step onto the path of cultivation. Not as a reader. Not as a dreamer.

But as the protagonist himself.

His heart thumped with anticipation.

At that moment, a gentle laugh rang out like wind chimes.

A woman with warm eyes and a tender smile approached, her long sleeves trailing softly over the stone.

"Little Rin, can’t wait any longer to start cultivating...?"

Rin nodded so quickly it was almost comical.

Everyone in the sect already knew his impatience. He had tried to secretly meditate countless times. Once, he even attempted to mimic a breathing technique he had overheard from an elder. The result?

A beating so thorough that his buttocks resembled a monkey’s bum—crimson and glowing.

He still insisted it was worth it.

From high above, Wang Chen watched.

He was not particularly impressed by Rin’s enthusiasm.

What caught his interest was Ni Lua.

As someone who possessed cheats himself, Wang Chen understood something fundamental.

You could give two individuals the same cheat.