so i'm starting to get confused with this cultivation level so i'll just make it easy starting from arc 1 to 9 with its sub arcslowestlowmidhighhighest

  and enjoy <3

  A few hours after the elders left the recovery room,Han Ye had not moved an inch.

  He sat in silence, his eyes vacant, staring at his open palms. The bck vein-like markings on his skin pulsed faintly, and the number 95% was still etched into his wrist—glowing softly, ominously.That cursed book sat quietly at the edge of his bed, its presence subtle but constant. He could feel it. Whispering, beckoning, tempting.

  “Seriously, what the hell is my life…” he muttered, shaking his head with a bitter ugh. “Why did it turn out like this?”

  He sighed.

  “At least… at least I made it to the lowest level of Arc III cultivation in less than a month. Yay…?”A moment of fake celebration—followed by a long exhale of regret.“But damn it, why did I ever touch that cursed book?”

  Just then, the door slid open.

  Lan Ji and Xue Lian walked in, sweat still clinging to their brows, their robes a bit dusty from post-training exhaustion. They silently took seats beside his bed, neither speaking for a few awkward minutes.

  It was Xue Lian who finally broke the stillness.“How are you feeling, Han Ye?”

  “I’m fine,” Han Ye answered with a forced smile. “Actually, I’ve broken through. I’m Arc III now.”

  His smile faded quickly. They could tell it wasn’t real.

  Silence returned like a thick fog.

  Lan Ji, clearly fed up with the heavy mood, stood up suddenly and looked Han Ye straight in the eyes.“What actually happened, Han Ye? We saw everything. You changed… and then space and time twisted around you—”

  “Then I got shot in the head by an energy arrow, my neck turned 180 degrees, and I passed out. That what you meant, Lan Ji?”Han Ye interrupted, his voice ft. Emotionless.

  Lan Ji froze mid-sentence, his mouth hanging slightly open.His face drained of color.

  Because it was exactly like the day before.Exactly like the moment it all went wrong.

  Suddenly, none of them noticed it—but the temperature seemed to shift. The air rippled. The walls flickered between states of material and light.

  Sanity: 87%

  Reality itself began to pulse around Han Ye.

  Xue Lian backed away slowly.“Han Ye…?”

  But just as quickly—he blinked.

  “Huh… Sorry.”His tone softened, emotion returning to his voice. He shook his head as if waking up from a nightmare.

  The numbers flickered—

  95%

  Han Ye exhaled slowly.‘That was close…’

  He looked at his friends—both of them tense, unsure whether to call for the elders or stay still.

  He smiled gently, this time almost genuine.

  “It’s okay. I’m still me. Just… not all the time.”

  Meanwhile, deep within the sect’s heart,In the Elder Council Chamber, a heavy air of seriousness hung over the round stone table.

  Seated were Elder Meng, Elder Ji, Elder Jian, and Elder Xian. None of them wore their usual expressions—no tears from Elder Meng, no zy slouch from Elder Ji, no scent of alcohol clinging to Elder Xian’s robe, and even Elder Jian’s gambling tokens were missing from his sleeves.

  At the center, hunched over scrolls and accounting records with dark circles under his eyes, sat Vice Sect Master Xi—a man who looked like he hadn’t slept in days.

  He gred at the group with narrowed eyes.“So… there’s a disciple causing trouble serious enough for you all to drag me into this?”

  “Yes, Vice Master,” Elder Ji replied, more solemnly than usual. “His name is Han Ye, and he’s become… a situation that forces us to think twice before taking action.”

  Xi let out a deep sigh and leaned back, rubbing his temples.Ever since the Sect Master ran off with the sect's entire treasury, leaving behind only a vague letter and empty coffers, Xi had been holding everything together with sheer willpower and cheap tea.

  “I don’t have time for cryptic stories. Just tell me—is this going to endanger the sect or not?”

  Elder Xian shook his head. “We can’t say for certain. But what we’ve seen… no, what we’ve felt—it’s not normal.”

  Elder Ji added, his voice heavy filled with fear, “When he showed me that cursed book…"

  Vice Master Xi raised his eyebrows, "Cursed book? Demonic book?"

  elder ji replied," no even that book is more dangerous than the demonic book. because just mentioning the name of the book, reality began to twist. We nearly lost sense of time and space. And he survived wounds that should have killed even a arc IV cultivator.”

  Elder Jian, who rarely took anything seriously, crossed his arms. “That kind of anomaly—if left unchecked—could colpse the entire reality of this sect.”

  Xi’s face darkened. “You’re telling me a single disciple could destabilize our entire domain? even with me whose cultivation level is in mid arc v?”

  “He already did,” Elder Ji muttered.

  Silence settled in the room. No one cracked a joke. No one dared.

  Xi stared at them one by one, and for the first time in weeks, he sat upright. “Alright then… tell me everything about Han Ye. From the beginning. No details left out.”

  Then the elders expined in more detail all the events that happened, starting with Elder Ji asking what was in Han Ye's hand until the incident in the inpatient room that had just happened.

  then the elders expined in more detail all the events that happened starting with elder ji asking what was in han ye's hand until the incident in the inpatient room that had just happened. vice master Xi heard all this and finally he said,

  "so you want me to isote him and how did he open room, elder meng's?"

  "by pulling the room like pulling a curtain. his movements were so light he didn't even use the space technique which was considered very difficult" elder meng replied.

  "if isoting maybe not but more precisely watching him" elder meng continued.

  The room was silent for a moment then vice master Xi made a decision by letting Han Ye stay as usual with the note to always supervise him. The elders agreed with the vice master's decision then they dispersed from the room.