Explosions thundered through the sky, one after another.
Spells crisscrossed the air like a dazzling storm of light — multicolored beams, sword shadows, elemental bursts. Every flash of energy lit up the sky like fireworks. Beneath that spectacle, the corpses of demonic birds rained down from above, their shrill screeches echoing across the mountains like death wails.
"Kill them all!!"
Disciples and elders of Xuantian Sect fought with unwavering resolve. Some cast spells with trembling hands, others controlled flying swords that danced through the sky like threads of silver. Their eyes burned with determination. They had already chosen — to live and die with their sect.
High above, Sect Master Xu Younian and the seven Core Formation peak masters were locked in a brutal aerial clash with the Azure Roc Demon King.
RUMBLE!!
The spiritual pressure from their battle whipped up a hurricane, tearing rows of trees from the mountain slopes and splintering them midair. The wind carried debris in every direction, and the ground below trembled with each exchange.
It looked less like a battle and more like a natural disaster.
Hovering above them all, the Azure Roc Demon King sneered.
"You're all too weak. If this is the best you can do... you won't even scratch me."
"Evil beast—DIE!"
Xu Younian roared as he formed a complex set of seals with his hands. Instantly, arcs of blue lightning tore through the sky like angry dragons, lighting the clouds with thunderous roars.
"Now!!"
The seven peak masters joined in, each unleashing their strongest spells at once — blazing fire lotuses, sword storms, mountains of ice and crushing palms of golden light. The combined force of eight Core Formation cultivators exploded toward the Azure Roc in a single terrifying assault.
The sky seemed to groan from the pressure. Space rippled. Thunder boomed. The ground cracked.
For a moment, it felt like the very heavens might collapse.
But the Azure Roc Demon King simply laughed.
"Interesting... So this is your limit? Then let me show you what it truly means to stand at the Nascent Soul Realm."
A fierce glint flashed in his eyes. His wings unfurled — massive, cyan, and blinding — stretching like a curtain over the sky. His aura surged wildly, shaking the air as if the world itself were recoiling.
Then—
FWOOOSH!!
He opened his beak and released a devastating beam of spiritual light.
BOOM!!
The attack erupted like a newborn sun, pure and overwhelming, devouring the sky itself. The shockwave split clouds apart and flattened mountaintops in the distance.
When the blinding light finally faded, several figures came crashing down from the sky. The ground shuddered as they slammed into it, raising a cloud of dust and shattered stone.
"Cough… cough…"
Xu Younian and the peak masters staggered to their feet, blood staining the corners of their mouths. Their robes were torn, their breathing ragged. But worst of all was the despair in their eyes.
They had given it everything — and it wasn't even close.
The gap between Core Formation and Nascent Soul… was simply too vast.
"Hahahaha! What now? Who else dares to resist?!"
The Azure Roc Demon King hovered above like a tyrant of the sky, laughter ringing out over the battlefield.
Below, hundreds of disciples stared up at the scene in horror. Their last hope — their strongest protectors — had been swatted down like flies.
"No… please… no…"
Panic spread like wildfire. Some collapsed. Others dropped their swords. The sect's once-mighty fighting spirit cracked under the weight of despair.
The very air grew heavy, suffocating.
The aura of death began to descend upon the Xuantian Sect.
Suddenly—
A hoarse, inappropriate voice rang out across the battlefield. It was clearly that of an old man, yet the tone carried an infuriating air of smugness.
"Hey! You overgrown pigeon! Yeah, I'm talking to you! Dumbass bird—look over here!"
"...Huh?"
The Azure Roc Demon King paused mid-air, stunned. He turned to locate the source of the voice — and there, standing atop a mist-covered peak, was a black-robed old man leaning on a cane.
The man looked ancient. His face was wrinkled, his posture hunched, and his vitality was clearly on the brink of collapse. And yet, he was shouting into the sky with wild arrogance.
"How dare a mortal like you insult me?!" the demon king snarled, eyes narrowing. He could sense it clearly: the old man had no cultivation. He was just a mortal, and barely alive at that.
Xu Younian's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Junior Brother Ye?!"
The seven peak masters were just as stunned. No one expected that Ye Junlin, the long-retired Peak Master of Misty Peak who had secluded himself for decades, would suddenly appear at a moment like this.
Back on the mountaintop, Ye Junlin waved his cane and raised a loudspeaker, shouting at the top of his lungs:
"Hey! Chicken wings! If you've got a problem with me, then COME HIT ME! I'm standing right here!"
With only minutes left before death, Ye Junlin had no choice. He'd been ignored while trying to get punched earlier… but this time, he had a plan. After returning to the cave of his body's former self, he found this old spiritual loudspeaker.
No cultivation was required — just insert a spirit stone, and the sound would be amplified ten thousand times.
His goal was simple: Provoke a beating.
The moment this arrogant voice echoed across the battlefield, everyone froze. Both sides — human and demon — paused their battle and turned their heads toward the madman spewing insults from the peak.
Countless disciples stared in disbelief.
"Wait… is that the legendary Peak Master from Misty Peak?!"
"I heard he was the youngest to ever reach the Core Formation Realm in sect history... but didn't he lose his cultivation years ago?"
"Well… he's definitely more irritable than the rumors made him out to be…"
Whispers spread like wildfire.
Meanwhile, the Azure Roc Demon King was trembling with rage. His spiritual pressure surged, warping the space around him, turning the clouds black. His voice thundered with fury.
"In all my years, I've never seen a human this arrogant—"
"Well, congrats! Now you have!"
Ye Junlin raised his chin defiantly, like a man who desperately wanted to get punched.
But under his bravado, cold sweat rolled down his forehead. His body was failing. His vision was doubling. He could barely stand.
[Ding! System reminder: 10 seconds left before host dies.]
[Beginning countdown...]
[Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven…]
"COME ON, DAMN IT!! HIT ME!!"
Ye Junlin was practically howling. I'm about to meet my ancestors, and this bird's just hovering there glaring at me?!
"INSOLENT WORM!! I'LL BURN YOU TO ASHES!!
The Azure Roc Demon King snapped. Rage overtook reason. He opened his beak and unleashed a full-power beam of spiritual destruction, aimed directly at the foolish old man who dared insult him.
BOOOOM!!
The sky cracked. A beam of light tore downward like divine judgment. The sheer pressure of the attack caused the mountain to tremble — and not a single cultivator in Xuantian Sect could stop it.
"Junior Brother Ye!!"
Xu Younian's eyes turned red. Everyone thought the same thing: he's gone.
They had no idea… that Ye Junlin had never been more excited in his life.
"HA! GOOD GUY, YOU FINALLY TOOK THE BAIT!"
[Ding! Detected: Host is under attack by an enemy in the early-stage Nascent Soul Realm.]
[Triggering Special Ability — Strength Through Adversity!]
[Congratulations! Host has broken through to the mid-stage Nascent Soul Realm!]
A blinding surge of power exploded from Ye Junlin's frail body.
Cracks split the ground beneath his feet. His skin regained its vitality in an instant — the wrinkles vanished, liver spots faded, and a youthful glow returned. His hunched figure straightened, bones cracking as if reborn.
His face transformed. Sword-like eyebrows, deep eyes like twin stars, sharp jawline, flawless skin.
He had returned to his prime — no, even better than before.
Only one thing remained unchanged: his long, waist-length white hair. But now it shimmered like woven starlight, pure and radiant, flowing like silk under the wind.
"So this... is the Nascent Soul Realm?"
Ye Junlin clenched his fists, stunned by the terrifying energy flooding his body. For the first time since waking up in this world, he felt… invincible.
[Ding! Of course. This system is very professional~]
The sultry milf voice purred sweetly in his ears — enough to make half the continent blush.
BOOOOM—
The Azure Roc's beam suddenly veered off course.
As if struck by a more powerful force, it bent upward at the last moment and exploded high in the sky. The impact sent a shockwave blasting out in all directions, flattening trees and sending clouds spinning in reverse.
Everyone's scalp tingled. The entire sect trembled.
The Azure Roc Demon King stared, stunned.
"You… you're in the Nascent Soul Realm?!"
He hadn't sensed any cultivator of that level in this entire region. And this newly-emerged aura — it wasn't just at the same level. It was stronger.
…
Ye Junlin slowly floated into the sky, hands clasped behind his back. His black robe flared in the wind, and his long, silver-white hair whipped around him like a banner. A chilling light burned in his eyes, and an overwhelming pressure radiated from his body.
A storm of spiritual energy swirled around him.
"This… this can't be real…"
Xu Younian and the others were stunned, as if struck by lightning.
"Junior Brother Ye… is actually at the Nascent Soul Realm?!"
Their expressions twisted into disbelief and awe.
Are you kidding me?
This was the same guy who'd been wandering Misty Peak like a grumpy old man for decades — looking half-dead and claiming to be crippled. But now, he had suddenly revealed himself as a Nascent Soul powerhouse?!
So all these years… the seclusion, the apathy, the drinking tea and staring at birds — it was all a cover?!
"Junior Brother Ye, you sly old devil!"
Down below, the sect erupted in stunned cheers.
"It's true! The master of Misty Peak is in the Nascent Soul Realm!"
"There are barely any Nascent Soul experts in all of the Wasteland Province! But our Xuantian Sect actually has one!"
"Glory to Xuantian Sect! These demon beasts are finished!"
The sect erupted in cheers.
To ordinary disciples, the Nascent Soul Realm was already a distant legend. In truth, the cultivation world was divided into nine major realms: Qi Refinement, Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul, Soul Formation, Body Integration, Tribulation Transcendence, Mahayana, and finally — True Immortal.
And within the Eastern Region, composed of fourteen provinces, Wasteland Province sat firmly at the bottom. In such a remote corner, a single Nascent Soul expert was enough to dominate an entire province.
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for gaining cultivation for the first time.
System reward: Random Magical Power — Great Desolation Imprisoning Heaven Finger!]
Ye Junlin blinked.
"…Not bad."
BOOM!
A torrent of information poured into his mind — incantations, divine seals, battle intent spanning eons — and in the blink of an eye, he had fully mastered the technique.
His eyes glinted with killing intent.
Meanwhile, in mid-air, the Azure Roc Demon King's pupils shrank. He hesitated for a moment, then suddenly forced a smile.
"Fellow Daoist… I believe everything earlier was just a misunderstanding, yes? How about we let bygones be bygones? I'll come visit another day, perhaps with a peace offering?"
"Little ones, withdraw!"
He flapped his wings, preparing to retreat with what was left of his army.
But—
"Now that you've come, you think you can just leave?"
Ye Junlin's voice was calm, but cold as frost.
The Azure Roc Demon King's expression turned dark.
"Your cultivation is indeed deeper than mine. But it's not that much stronger. Are you sure you want to push this into a death match?"
Even though Ye Junlin had reached the mid-stage Nascent Soul, the Azure Roc was confident. His physical body, as a high-tier demon beast, was powerful enough to compensate for the gap. In a true battle, it was still anyone's game.
By choosing to retreat, he had already shown immense respect. But Ye Junlin wasn't budging.
"Arrogant fool. You overestimate yourself."
Ye Junlin shook his head with a sneer.
"You forced my hand!!"
Humiliated, enraged, and with no way out, the Azure Roc Demon King roared. His wings ignited with spiritual fire as he began burning his demon core, unleashing every last drop of power he had.
"Not good!!"
Xu Younian's heart sank.
If Ye Junlin lost now… it would be an unimaginable loss to the sect.
But Ye Junlin didn't flinch.
Amid the roaring winds and swirling clouds, he simply lifted his right hand.
His long silver hair danced around him like strands of starlight. His fingers stretched high into the air.
BOOM—
The sky changed color. The clouds churned. The heavens groaned.
A colossal finger — ancient and majestic — descended from above like the very hand of a forgotten god.
It was covered in ancient runes, each one pulsating with eternal light. The pressure was apocalyptic, as if the world itself were about to be crushed.
At the same time, Ye Junlin's voice rang out.
Cold. Clear. Reverberating through the soul.
"Great Desolation Imprisoning Heaven Finger!!"
The terrifying killing intent locked tightly onto the Azure Roc Demon King. Its feathers bristled. A cold chill swept over its body, and for the first time in centuries, it felt genuine fear.
"Th-this aura…"
The demon king's mind went blank. Its eyes widened as the massive celestial finger descended from the sky, freezing the very space around it. The oppressive force made it impossible to move.
BOOM!!
The earth cracked open. Dust and smoke erupted into the air, obscuring the sky. When it cleared, a giant blood-covered corpse lay motionless in a massive crater — the Azure Roc Demon King was dead.
"The king is dead! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!"
The remaining Azure Roc demons shrieked in panic. Without their leader, their courage crumbled instantly, and they scattered in all directions, scrambling to escape.
"Don't let a single one live!"
Xu Younian recovered from his shock and shouted with fury.
"Yes!"
The morale of the disciples soared. The elders' eyes gleamed with righteous fury as they launched a full-scale counterattack. One after another, the invading demon birds were slain midair, until none remained.
Just like that, the crisis was over.
And the man who turned the tide — Ye Junlin — was now the center of everyone's attention.
The technique he had just unleashed left everyone speechless. Even the disciples who hadn't known much about him before were now staring with reverence and awe.
"Junior Brother Ye, it's really all thanks to you."
Sect Master Xu Younian stepped forward, his tone full of emotion. He cupped his hands respectfully.
"We all believed your cultivation had been destroyed… that you'd never recover."
"But secretly… you broke through to the Nascent Soul Realm without a word…"
The Peak Master of Hidden Sword Peak, an unshaven middle-aged man, let out a bitter laugh. His expression was mixed — part admiration, part shame.
"Hmph! What do you know?"
The Peak Master of Heavenly Fragrance Peak lightly covered her mouth with a chuckle. Her voluptuous figure swayed slightly, exuding a mature, elegant charm. Her eyes flicked toward Ye Junlin's now-youthful face, glowing with subtle admiration.
"Junior Brother Ye has always been low-key. He simply didn't want to show off. Silently protecting the sect behind the scenes... how noble."
"Indeed. It seems we've all been thinking too small."
Another peak master nodded solemnly.
Ye Junlin narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Good grief. These guys are just making stuff up now."
Still — since they misunderstood things in the right direction, it saved him the trouble of explaining anything.
But just then—
"Sect Master! Bad news!!"
An elder's voice rang out from the rear.
Xu Younian's expression tightened. "What happened?! Speak!"
"Just now, the Wind-Thunder Sect launched a surprise attack! They've invaded our spiritual mines and seized our spiritual veins! The garrison disciples resisted bravely… but nearly all of them were wiped out!"
BOOM!!
The moment the elder finished speaking, the crowd exploded with rage.
Ye Junlin's expression darkened. From the original body's memories, he recalled that Wind-Thunder Sect was also one of the Six Great Sects of Wasteland Province, and the one geographically closest to Xuantian Sect.
There had been some friction before — minor disputes over territory and resources — but they'd never escalated beyond words.
Now, however, Wind-Thunder Sect had used the Azure Roc attack as cover to launch a coordinated sneak assault?
"Cunning bastards," Ye Junlin thought.
[Ding! New quest unlocked: Sign in at Wind-Thunder Sect to receive unimaginable rewards!]
The sexy milf voice sounded.
Ye Junlin's eyes gleamed with curiosity.
Looks like it was time for a little trip.
"Outrageous! Wind-Thunder Sect has gone too far — bullying us while we're weak?!"
Xu Younian's eyes burned with fury. "Everyone, follow me! We're taking back what's ours!"
Then, he turned toward Ye Junlin with a respectful tone.
"Junior Brother Ye… may I ask what you think?"
In the world of cultivation, strength determined status.
Now that Ye Junlin had the highest cultivation in the entire sect, even the sect leader had to defer to him in strategic decisions.
Ye Junlin shrugged casually.
"Do whatever you need to. I'll head to Wind-Thunder Sect first."
His tone was calm, but his meaning was explosive.
With his cheat power and a top-tier divine ability, he was more than qualified to walk straight into enemy territory.
And Wind-Thunder Sect? They'd just served themselves up on a silver platter.
Xu Younian blinked — then grinned and gave a thumbs up.
"Junior Brother Ye… so damn domineering!"
The surrounding elders and disciples were thrilled. How many years had it been since Xuantian Sect felt this strong? This… invincible?
They immediately mobilized.
Warships filled the sky as the Xuantian Sect's forces assembled in full.
The momentum was overwhelming. The morale was sky-high.
Even the dogs in the mountain path were accidentally slapped by the flying formation teams as they passed.
…
At this moment—
In the spiritual mines and cultivation grounds that once belonged to Xuantian Sect, the situation had completely changed.
The surviving disciples who had been stationed there were covered in blood, their robes tattered. They were imprisoned in crude iron cages like criminals — or worse, beggars.
Their faces were full of shame. Their bodies trembled with exhaustion. But their eyes still burned red with defiance and anger.
All around them, blue-robed cultivators walked to and fro — disciples of Wind-Thunder Sect. Some sneered, others openly mocked the prisoners as they passed.
"Senior Brother," said a young man with a sharp mouth and monkey-like features, "who would've thought? This spiritual vein now belongs to us!"
"Hmph," snorted the tall man beside him, chest puffed with pride. "Not just this vein — every single resource Xuantian Sect owns will belong to Wind-Thunder Sect soon!"
"Bullshit!"
One of the captured Xuantian disciples glared from inside the cage, blood trickling down his temple.
"Just wait — our sect will regroup and take back this place!"
HA HA HA HA—
The tall Wind-Thunder disciple burst into laughter, clutching his stomach.
"I laugh at you for being both ignorant and stupid!"
He swaggered closer, grinning as he leaned in toward the cage.
"You really don't know, do you?"
"Earlier today, the Azure Roc Demon King led his entire clan to attack your sect."
"He's in the Nascent Soul Realm."
"Now tell me — you seriously think a weakling sect like yours, bottom-ranked among the Six Great Sects of Wasteland Province, could survive something like that?"
"What?!"
The disciple in the cage felt his heart plummet.
So that's why Wind-Thunder Sect had dared to invade — they knew the Azure Roc Demon King's assault would weaken Xuantian Sect!
Still, one disciple gritted his teeth and forced out a bitter retort:
"Even if what you say is true… you think that beast will spare you next? Your Wind-Thunder Sect is the closest to ours. When he's done eating us, you're next!"
"You think you can act alone in a world like this? Dream on!"
But instead of getting angry, the tall man smiled.
"Clearly, you don't understand how high our Wind-Thunder Sect has risen."
"Let me enlighten you."
"Our young master was accepted into the Feathered Immortal Sect in Qing Province years ago. He's incredibly talented — so much so that the inner sect took notice."
"And just today, one of their elders personally visited Wind-Thunder Sect."
"With his strength? Killing that Azure Roc Demon King would be as easy as waving a hand."
The captured disciples stared at him, stunned.
Qing Province. Feathered Immortal Sect.
Their hearts began to pound.
The Eastern Region was divided into fourteen provinces, each vast and filled with countless clans, kingdoms, and sects.
Among them, Wasteland Province was the most barren — remote, impoverished, and weak.
In contrast, Qing Province stood at the pinnacle of the Eastern Region, a jewel of spiritual abundance and elite sects.
And the Feathered Immortal Sect was one of the strongest powers within it — so legendary that a Nascent Soul cultivator in Wasteland Province was just a disciple to them.
If Wind-Thunder Sect had truly gained their backing…
Then the Azure Roc Demon King really was nothing.
"...It's over. It's all over…"
Hope drained from the eyes of the Xuantian Sect disciples. They slumped to the ground inside the cages, the fire in their hearts extinguished.
Their pride shattered.
Their faith broken.
"Hahaha!"
The tall man laughed as he saw their despair.
"You dogs still dared to bark at me earlier?"
"From now on, this is your life — mining spiritual stones like slaves. You'll break your backs for our Wind-Thunder Sect until the day you die!"
The tall man sneered coldly, basking in the despair of the prisoners.
But then—
"S-Senior Brother, look—up there!!"
One of the Wind-Thunder Sect disciples pointed to the sky, his face suddenly drained of color.
BOOM!!
A thunderous explosion echoed across the valley.
Several massive warships tore through the clouds, descending from above like heavenly chariots. From the decks came the deafening cries of warriors:
"Disciples of Xuantian Sect — obey the order! Kill every last intruder!"
Figures soared into the air — robed cultivators, their auras surging. Spiritual light burst outward in every direction, and a crushing spiritual pressure blanketed the battlefield.
"Impossible!! That's... that's a Core Formation Realm cultivator leading the charge!"
The Wind-Thunder Sect disciples paled. They had expected disorganized retaliation at most — not a coordinated assault led by a powerhouse.
In an instant—
Wails, screams, and cries echoed across the occupied spiritual mines.
…
…
Wind-Thunder Sect.
Inside a grand, antique hall, the atmosphere was filled with excitement and tension.
Sect Master Chen Yunhai and a group of core elders were respectfully receiving a distinguished guest from afar.
"Elder Mu, I heard that my son Chen Xiao has performed exceptionally well in the Feathered Immortal Sect... and that he's been accepted as a true disciple by a Venerable? Is that true?"
Chen Yunhai asked cautiously, but his eyes shimmered with eager anticipation.
Elder Mu stroked his long goatee and replied with a warm, kindly smile:
"Sect Master Chen, it's absolutely true. Your son has been recognized by Venerable Ju Yang himself. The Venerable has personally passed on supreme cultivation techniques to him. He even mentioned that your son may return to visit you sometime soon."
Instantly, the hall erupted.
Chen Yunhai's face flushed with excitement.
Venerable Ju Yang.
A title only granted to cultivators who had reached the Tribulation Transcendence Realm — one of the few stages where stepping into immortality became a real possibility.
And now, his son... was a disciple of such a being?
"Sect Master, allow us to congratulate you!"
The elders of Wind-Thunder Sect bowed deeply, their voices full of flattery.
Chen Yunhai stroked his beard, practically glowing with pride.
"My son Chen Xiao… may truly have a chance to become an immortal!"
Everyone in the hall was visibly excited.
Elder Mu kept his smile, calm and smooth like a spring breeze — but deep in his eyes, a trace of disdain flickered.
'Tch. If it weren't for Chen Xiao's special position in the inner sect… and Venerable Ju Yang's instructions, I wouldn't even set foot in a place like this. Poor spiritual energy, crude people — typical of backwater provinces.'
Still, he kept up appearances.
"Ahem. Your son asked me to deliver this to you personally, Sect Master Chen — an upper-grade Nascent Soul Pill."
"A Nascent Soul Pill?!"
Chen Yunhai's eyes lit up. He rushed to open the wooden box Elder Mu handed over.
Inside sat a radiant, perfectly-rounded pill, pulsing with potent spiritual energy.
The glow alone was enough to take one's breath away.
"Congratulations, Sect Master! With the aid of this pill, your breakthrough to the Nascent Soul Realm is all but guaranteed!"
The elders stood in unison, offering respectful congratulations.
"Hahaha! My son is truly filial!"
Chen Yunhai laughed heartily, face glowing with pride.
But Elder Mu's internal disdain only grew deeper.
'It's just a Nascent Soul Pill… and they're acting like it's heaven's gift. As expected from these remote cultivators.'
Still smiling, he cupped his hands and said politely:
"Then I shall offer my congratulations in advance. If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave."
"Wait."
Chen Yunhai suddenly stepped forward and said shamelessly:
"Regarding the Azure Roc Demon King…"
Elder Mu raised an eyebrow slightly.
"I will handle it."
That one sentence — delivered with nonchalance — was all Chen Yunhai needed to hear.
It was the very reason why, despite knowing the Azure Roc Demon King had entered the Nascent Soul Realm, Chen Yunhai still boldly launched an invasion of Xuantian Sect's territory.
"Excellent. Excellent!"
Chen Yunhai's face beamed with joy.
BOOM!!
Suddenly, a terrifying shockwave tore through the sect's defenses.
A black-robed figure broke through layer upon layer of protective formations and descended alone into the heart of Wind-Thunder Sect, landing like a meteor.
The sky trembled.
The sect was instantly thrown into chaos. Disciples and elders stumbled back in fear, staring at the intruder in disbelief.
Ye Junlin stood tall at the center of the courtyard.
His long, silver-white hair flowed like a celestial river behind him. His expression was calm — even playful — as if he hadn't just shattered every formation they had.
"So this is Wind-Thunder Sect, huh?"
His voice was relaxed, but carried an undertone of disdain that made everyone around him shudder.
And then—
A seductive voice rang out in his mind, filled with mature charm.
[Ding! You have arrived at the sign-in location: Wind-Thunder Sect. Would you like to sign in?]
"Sign in."
Ye Junlin replied silently, the corners of his mouth lifting.
He was curious — what sort of treasure would the system give him this time?
[Ding! Sign-in successful. Congratulations to the host for receiving…]