Phoenix Wing Empire, Eastern Province — Crimson Sky City.

  The night hung heavy over the city as a cool breeze whispered through crimson-tiled rooftops. Deep within the northern district of the Wang Family estate lay a tranquil courtyard, shrouded in moonlight and silence. The faint fragrance of spirit herbs lingered in the air, mixing with the subtle hum of formation barriers protecting the area.

  Inside, a young man lay motionless upon a jade bed, his complexion pale as paper. His shallow breathing was the only sign of life. Beside him sat another man, young yet exuding an aura of quiet authority. His sharp, sword-like brows furrowed with worry as he gazed at the one before him.

  “It’s already been two days… when will he wake up?” he muttered under his breath, his voice soft but laced with anxiety.

  This young man was Wang Tian, Patriarch of one of the Four Great Families of Crimson Sky City—a name that carried both reverence and mystery. Though only in his twenties, Wang Tian bore the weight of his clan with pride and determination. Few knew that he was a soul from another world—a transmigrator bound to a destiny beyond mortal grasp.

  He was the youngest patriarch the Wang Clan had ever seen. Years ago, his father—the previous patriarch—and his mother had vanished without a trace, leaving behind only unanswered questions. As the designated successor, Wang Tian willingly stepped forward to shoulder the mantle of Patriarch. It was not out of obligation but from his sense of responsibility and his vow to lead the Wang Clan to greater heights.

  Unknown to all but himself, Wang Tian’s cultivation had already reached the peak of the Soul Formation Realm. However, the world believed he was only at the Nascent Soul Realm. He concealed his strength deliberately, for power hidden in silence was the sharpest blade of all.

  Beyond him, five great elders served as the clan’s pillars—one had reached the middle stage of the Soul Formation Realm and one had reached the early stage of soul Formation Realm, while the remaining three stood proudly at the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm. They lived in seclusion, emerging only when the clan’s survival hung in the balance.

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  As the night deepened, footsteps sounded from beyond the courtyard gate. Not long after, a graceful man in his forties stepped into view. His black hair was tied neatly behind his head, and his sharp eyes gleamed with calm intelligence. Despite his age, his vigor rivaled that of a man in his prime, his every movement exuding the poise of a seasoned cultivator.

  “Xiao Tian, how fares Nephew Jian’s condition?” the man asked, his tone steady yet edged with concern.

  He was Wang Chun, the Second Elder of the Wang Clan—known for his composed temperament and reliability.

  “He’s still in a coma, Uncle Chun,” Wang Tian said quietly, his gaze heavy. “I don’t know when he’ll wake up.”

  “Don’t despair,” Wang Chun said, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “The First Elder has already gone to the Imperial City to find medicine. Have faith. The heavens favor those who persevere.”

  Wang Tian’s eyes softened with gratitude. “Thank you, Uncle.”

  “Don’t thank me,” Wang Chun said with a faint smile. “You are the Patriarch now. It is our duty to support you, just as your father once supported us. Worry not—your brother will awaken soon. For now, get some rest. I’ll send Mei’er to watch over him.”

  “Understood, Uncle. I’ll rest once Mei’er arrives,” Wang Tian said softly.

  After Wang Chun departed, silence once again blanketed the courtyard. Only the chirping of crickets and the flutter of lanterns filled the night. Wang Tian sat beside his brother, his thoughts drifting like leaves upon still water.

  The moonlight shifted, and in that moment of calm reflection, a sound unlike any other resonated in his mind.

  [Ding!!!]

  It was crisp—mechanical—yet it reverberated through his very soul.

  [System Initialization Complete!] [Welcome to the SUPREME CLAN SYSTEM.] [Congratulations, Host, on successfully binding with the System. The Supreme Clan System shall aid you in becoming an unparalleled genius of this world.]

  A translucent screen of light arose before his eyes, bathing the courtyard in ethereal glow.

  Wang Tian froze, his heart racing as the unfamiliar words branded themselves into his consciousness. “Sys… System?” he murmured, his voice unsteady.

  Then, realization dawned, and disbelief melted into exhilaration.

  “Finally… after nearly thirty years in this world… it’s here.”

  A faint smile curved his lips as his eyes lifted toward the serene night sky.

  “Supreme Clan System,” he whispered, his tone filled with resolve. “Let’s see how far we can go.”

  The wind stirred the courtyard lanterns, and beneath the pale moonlight, the wheel of fate began to turn anew—for both Wang Tian and the Wang Clan.