In A Cultivation world with an upgrading system

The crimson vale(1)

Darwin sat cross-legged on his bed, the Grade 4 Celestial Azure Cultivation Manual resting in his hands. The cover felt warm to the touch, as if the book itself contained living energy. He had never felt this excited about cultivation before—back when he was truly trash, even looking at a cultivation manual filled him with bitter frustration.

He opened the manual and began to read. The words seemed to flow directly into his mind, each sentence clearer than anything he'd ever studied. The Celestial Azure technique was a wind-attribute cultivation method that focused on speed, agility, and the purity of qi. According to the manual, practitioners of this technique could move like the wind itself, their attacks swift and unpredictable.

The first stage, called "Gentle Breeze Foundation," required the cultivator to sense the wind qi in their surroundings and draw it into their meridians in a specific pattern. Darwin closed his eyes and focused on his breathing, just as the manual instructed.

Almost immediately, he felt it—strands of wind qi flowing through the air around him. With his Peak Spirit Root of Wind and Refined Meridian, what should have taken days or even weeks to sense came naturally to him. The wind qi responded to his call like old friends reuniting after a long separation.

He guided the qi through the circulation pattern described in the manual. The energy flowed smoothly through his meridians, far more easily than he'd ever imagined possible. Each cycle refined his qi further, making it purer and more potent. Time seemed to slip away as he lost himself in cultivation.

[Ding! Cultivation progress detected]

[Qi Refining Stage 1 → Qi Refining Stage 2]

Darwin's eyes snapped open in shock. A breakthrough already? He'd barely been cultivating for an hour! Most cultivators at the basic level took weeks or even months to advance a single stage, yet here he was, breaking through as easily as breathing.

But he didn't stop. The momentum was too strong, and his body was practically begging for more qi. He closed his eyes again and continued cultivating, this time with even more focus. The wind qi poured into his body like a rushing river, filling his meridians to the brim before compressing and refining itself.

[Qi Refining Stage 2 → Qi Refining Stage 3]

[Qi Refining Stage 3 → Qi Refining Stage 4]

Two more breakthroughs came in quick succession. Darwin felt his entire body transforming from the inside out. His muscles became denser, his bones stronger, his senses sharper. The world around him seemed to slow down slightly, and he could hear the faint whisper of wind even through the closed windows of his room.

When he finally opened his eyes, the sun had moved considerably across the sky. It was now late afternoon. He had been cultivating for nearly six hours straight, and the results were beyond anything he could have hoped for.

[Name: Darwin Azure]

[Race: Human]

[Age: 16]

[Spirit Meridian: Refined Meridian]

[Spirit Root: Peak Spirit Root of Wind]

[Qi Cultivation: Qi Refining Stage 4]

[Body Cultivation: Body Refining Stage 3]

[Techniques: Celestial Azure Cultivation Manual (Grade 4)]

[Skills: Gentle Breeze Step (Basic)]

[System Skills: Daily Upgrade, Path of Upgrade, Appraisal]

[Daily Upgrades Available: 0]

[Upgrade Points Available: 0]

Darwin stared at the status screen in amazement. Not only had he jumped from Stage 1 to Stage 4 in a single cultivation session, but he'd also automatically learned a movement technique from the manual—Gentle Breeze Step. According to the knowledge now in his mind, this technique would allow him to move with incredible speed and agility, leaving only afterimages behind.

He had used all seven of his upgrades yesterday—three on his meridian, three on his spirit root, and one on the manual. Now he would have to rely purely on his talent and hard work until tomorrow when his daily upgrades refreshed.

He stood up from the bed and immediately noticed the difference. His body felt light as a feather, yet strong as iron. He took an experimental step forward, channeling a bit of qi into his legs as the technique required.

In an instant, he blurred across the room, appearing on the other side before he could even process what happened. He'd moved at least ten feet in the blink of an eye. Darwin couldn't help but grin. If he could barely control it at the basic level, what would happen when he mastered it?

A knock on his door interrupted his thoughts.

"Young Master Darwin, the patriarch has summoned all clan members to the main hall. Your presence is required," a servant's voice called from outside.

Darwin's smile faded. A clan gathering? That was unusual. They typically only happened for important announcements or… his heart sank as he remembered Garwin's words from earlier.

The trial.

"I'll be there shortly," Darwin replied, his voice steady despite the sudden tension in his chest.

He quickly changed into cleaner robes—one of the few decent sets he owned. As he adjusted his appearance in the small bronze mirror on his wall, he noticed his reflection had changed subtly. His eyes seemed sharper, more focused. His posture was naturally straighter, more confident. Even his black hair, which the guard had mocked yesterday, now seemed to shimmer with a faint luster.

Darwin took a deep breath. Whatever this gathering was about, he needed to be careful. Revealing his transformation too early could make him a target. The clan had ignored him when he was trash, but if they discovered he'd become a genius overnight, questions would be asked. Dangerous questions.

He decided on a strategy: appear slightly improved, but not extraordinarily so. He would act as though he'd finally managed to start cultivating at a basic level. Nothing that would draw too much attention, but enough to avoid being completely dismissed.

As he walked toward the main hall, he couldn't help but notice how differently he experienced the world now. He could hear conversations from rooms he passed, sense the flow of qi in other cultivators, and even feel the minute changes in air pressure as people moved.

The main hall was already filling with clan members when he arrived. It was a massive chamber with tall pillars and intricate carvings of dragons and phoenixes along the walls. At the far end sat a raised platform where the patriarch and the clan's elders would address everyone.

Darwin quietly slipped into the back, hoping to remain unnoticed. However, several people still turned to look at him with barely concealed disdain. He was used to those looks, though they stung less now that he knew his true worth.

"Is that the trash?" someone whispered nearby.

"I heard he got beat up by Young Master Garwin this morning. Serves him right for being born useless."

"Why does the patriarch even let him stay? He's an embarrassment to the Azure name. His own twin brother is already at Foundation Establishment while he can't even cultivate."

Darwin clenched his fists but kept his expression neutral. Soon, he thought. Soon they would all see. But not today. Today, he would listen, learn, and prepare.

The massive doors at the front of the hall swung open, and a profound pressure filled the room. Everyone immediately fell silent and bowed their heads as a man with a majestic bearing entered, followed by six younger individuals—the patriarch's children.

Patriarch Aldric Azure was a man in his sixties who looked like he was in his thirties, a testament to his high cultivation level. His presence alone commanded absolute respect. Behind him walked his six children in order of age: Aldrin, the eldest son and a mid Core Formation cultivator; Serina, the second child and a low Core Formation cultivator; Celeste, the third child and the clan's greatest genius who at seventeen was already at peak Foundation Establishment; Darvin, Darwin's twin brother at low Foundation Establishment; Darwin, and finally little Garwin, the youngest at ten years old, who smirked when his eyes found Darwin in the crowd.

The sight of Darvin made Darwin's chest tighten. His twin brother—someone who should have been his closest ally, his equal. Instead, Darvin had long ago distanced himself from Darwin, ashamed to be associated with the clan's "trash." They looked similar, but where Darwin had black hair now, Darvin maintained the family's traditional silver-white hair. Where Darwin was ignored, Darvin was praised.