My Ultimate Sign-in System Made Me Invincible - Chapter 444 Showing Master Han The Pagoda

Chapter 444  Showing Master Han The Pagoda

The next morning, Liam got out of bed and went to the bathroom to take his bath. He walked out some minutes later, dressed up and went downstairs for breakfast.

As he walked down the stairs, he checked his phone and he saw that he has a couple of unread messages from the group chat.

Kristy has sent the videos she took and everyone were reacting to it. Watching how the flew out of the shaft and how Matt fell down in a slow motion was very hilarious.

Liam chuckled, reading through the messages. He got to the dining table, where breakfast was already waiting. He sat down and started eating.

A few minutes later, he was done. He stood up, thanked Evelyn and told her to thank the ladies, then he vanished.

***

Liam appeared in front of Master Han’s house just as the morning light broke over the rooftops of the surrounding buildings.

He walked to the wooden gate and knocked twice, then waited.

Almost a moment later, he heard footsteps, light and quick, crossing the courtyard at a pace that suggested someone had been waiting close to the door for some time. The gate swung open and Luo stood behind it, a bright smile on his face and something that looked very much like relief loosening the tension around his eyes.

“Welcome, Grandmaster,” he greeted, bowing his head.

Liam nodded. “How are you? How is Master Han?”

“I’m well, Grandmaster. Master Han has fully recovered.” Luo stepped back to allow him through. “He has been waiting for your arrival. Patiently,” he added, with the careful emphasis of someone relaying a message without quite saying it directly.

Liam smiled. “I was occupied with something. I couldn’t come earlier.”

Luo shook his head slightly, the gesture dismissing any need for explanation. He understood. After what Liam had done, hunting down the assassins who had nearly killed Master Han, Luo’s trust in him had now become an instinct, instead of being a choice.

He led Liam into the compound, through the familiar courtyard with its worn stone path and the small, carefully tended plants along the walls, and into the main living area.

Two men were seated inside.

Master Han sat in his usual chair, and he has a bright smile on his face.

The second man was someone Liam hadn’t seen before. He appeared to be around Master Han’s age, his face carrying the particular weathering of someone who had spent decades doing physical work.

His expression when Liam entered was difficult to categorize precisely, a frown that wasn’t unfriendly, paired with a sharp curiosity that he didn’t bother to conceal. His eyes moved over Liam with the directness of someone used to assessing people quickly and trusting their own judgment about what they found.

Master Han rose the moment he saw Liam, crossing the room with steps that were steady and unhurried.

“Welcome, Master,” he said, with a bow that carried real weight behind it.

“I’m glad to see you recovered,” Liam said. “How do you feel?”

“As though the incident never happened,” Master Han replied.

Liam nodded. He turned his attention briefly to the second man, who had remained seated but was watching the exchange with undisguised interest. The man’s frown had deepened slightly, and there was a quality to his focus that felt like someone trying to solve a problem they hadn’t expected to encounter.

Liam couldn’t identify the source of the man’s reaction, and he didn’t pursue it.

Master Han caught the direction of Liam’s glance and turned back to his guest. He spoke with the easy authority of someone in his own home. “Come. I’ll see you out.”

The man stood without argument. As they moved toward the door, he began asking questions in a low voice, and Master Han answered them with a patience that suggested he had been fielding versions of the same questions for some time. At one point, the man angled himself to look back at Liam, and Master Han redirected him with a word and a firm look.

They disappeared through the gate.

Liam waited. The compound was quiet around him. Luo stood at a respectful distance near the wall, not speaking.

Master Han returned several minutes later, closing the gate behind him and he looked at Liam with a calm, ready expression.

“My apologies for that,” he said.

“No need,” Liam replied. He looked at both of them. “If you’re ready, we should go.”

Master Han’s expression shifted into something that was clearly trying not to show too much. He had been waiting for this for  days, and now, it was finally time.

But composure was doing noticeable work on his face at this particular moment.

“We’re ready,” he said.

Liam looked at Luo, who straightened immediately.

“Hold onto me,” Liam said.

They moved to his sides without hesitation. The moment they made contact, the all vanished from the compound.

***

The next moment, their entire vision was filled with a red landscape.

Red terrain stretching in every direction. The cracked, rust-colored earth of the Dimensional Space extended to every horizon without interruption, and the sky above was a deep violet that pressed down from everywhere at once.

In front of them, rising from the red ground like something that had grown there rather than been built, stood the Heavenly Scriptures Pagoda.

Master Han and Luo both went still.

They looked down at the ground beneath their feet. The red dust was real, shifting slightly under their weight. The air was was rich with pure spiritual energy, and it press gently against the skin from all directions.

Master Han turned slowly, taking in the horizon. His expression had abandoned its composure entirely and replaced it with the open, unguarded look of someone confronting something they have no existing category for.

“Where is this?” he asked.

“My Secret Space,” Liam said.

Master Han absorbed that without speaking, which was more telling than any response would have been.

Liam pushed open the Pagoda’s massive double doors.

The interior stopped both of them at the threshold.

From outside, the Pagoda had looked large. From inside, it was something else. The space expanded in every direction in a way that resisted straightforward measurement.

The ceiling was high enough that the upper levels were lost in a soft, diffuse light that came from no visible source. The floor was polished to a mirror finish, a deep, dark material that reflected the light above and the figures standing on it with equal clarity.

Shelves ran the full height of the interior walls, floor to ceiling, packed with jade slips, scrolls, and objects whose purposes weren’t immediately clear, all arranged with the systematic order of a place that had been organized by no ordinary person.

The scale and weight of the knowledge visible on those shelves gave Master Han and Luo a bout of shock.

Luo made a quiet sound and stopped himself.

Master Han said nothing for a long moment. His eyes moved across the shelves, the floors, the distant walls, the rooms branching off from the central space. His hands, which had been still at his sides, moved together in front of him.

Liam let them look for a moment, then he began explaining.

The Pagoda was a sanctuary and a complete resource repository. Every technique category was represented on those shelves, cultivation methods, combat techniques, formation knowledge, alchemy, and forging.

The restrictions were tiered by floor, each level accessible only to those whose cultivation or skill had reached the corresponding threshold. The first floor was open to anyone. Higher floors requires advancement in cultivation or skill.

The rooms along the sides were specialized. Training rooms for combat. Cultivation chambers. Formation rooms for students of that art. Pill rooms for alchemists. And forging rooms, built specifically for the craft, equipped with everything the discipline required, maintained at all times by the Pagoda’s systems, and stocked with resources that did not deplete.

He said that last part clearly and let it sit for a moment before continuing.

He turned to Master Han.

“Take a forging room,” he said. “Choose whichever one suits you. Use it for as long as you want, at any hour. The resources inside are yours to work with freely. There are no limits on time and no limits on material.”

Master Han looked at him. The open expression he’d worn since they arrived hadn’t changed, but something behind it had shifted, moving from overwhelmed into one that sat closer to the specific feeling of a craftsman being handed conditions they had spent their entire career imagining and never expecting to actually have.

A room built for forging, with infinite resources, no interruptions, no scarcity and no ceiling on what he could attempt.

He looked around the Pagoda one more time, slowly, as though confirming that what he was seeing was what he was seeing.

Then he turned back to Liam and bowed deeply.

Liam acknowledged it with a slight nod.

“Make good use of it,” he said simply. “That’s all I ask.”

***

Liam spent almost half an hour more, settling Master Han and Luo into the Pagoda. Since he was done, he can finally focus on searching for the skill or technique he could use to split or clone himself.

But before doing that, the first thing he should do was to sign-in for the day.

“System, sign-in,” he said, as he walled out of the Pagoda.

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