Demonic Sect, Primordial Saint Sect. Layers upon layers of clouds surged like raging tides. Countless mountains with myriad sights were like islands in this sea of clouds, scattered about like stars, resembling pieces on a chessboard.
And at the outermost edge of this chessboard, a mountain stood, noticeably shorter than the others, as if its peak had been sliced off mid-air, leaving only a flat plateau. On this flat summit, flying ships landed and took off. The newly initiated nominal disciples were currently lined up in a row.
Lu Yang was one of them. He had just transmigrated, opening his eyes to find himself here. The residual memories in his body told him that his current situation was not looking good.
According to the original owner's memories, the Primordial Saint Sect ruled over a kingdom named Chen. Every three years, the Chen Kingdom would send a batch of nominal disciples to the Primordial Saint Sect, and in return, the Primordial Saint Sect would ensure the Chen Kingdom had favorable weather and that the royal family remained as stable as Mount Tai.
At first glance, this seemed like a tremendous opportunity to enter an immortal sect and pursue eternal life. In reality, however, not a single official or noble from the Chen Kingdom was willing to come. The only ones sent over as "blood offerings" were commoners like Lu Yang.
After all, although thousands upon thousands of nominal disciples were sent to the Primordial Saint Sect every three years, the number of formal disciples never saw any significant increase. One after another, the nominal disciples would vanish without a trace, as if they were not going to some sacred land of cultivation, but to a bottomless abyss.
Just thinking about it was enough to make one's blood run cold.
"No wonder I'm so weak. I feel like my body has been hollowed out."
Lu Yang pinched his arm. It was all soft flesh, not a single hard muscle. This made him feel even worse.
Just as he tried to get up, a sharp pain shot through his chest.
"The original owner seems to have been sick too. This illness is... Fuck!"
Lu Yang cursed a few more times. This was no longer just a matter of weakness; he was terminally ill, with only a few days left to live by the looks of it. Just as Lu Yang was filled with despair, thinking he was about to speedrun his life right after transmigrating...
A tiny point of light suddenly appeared before his eyes. Then, it swelled rapidly, transforming into a screen at a speed visible to the naked eye!
【Name: Lu Yang】 【Lifespan: 18】 【Cultivation: None】 【Talent: None】 【Cultivation Technique: None】 【Divine Ability: None】 【Treasures: None】 At this moment, looking at the system interface before him, Lu Yang suddenly felt like crying.
Haven't you heard that Heaven never seals off all paths? As long as I want to walk, the road is beneath my feet! System, add points for me!
Then, Lu Yang was dumbfounded. Because he looked left and right, up and down, but couldn't find the plus sign he was longing for in the skills column. There wasn't even a minus sign.
"Hey System, where's my point allocation?"
After searching for a long time, Lu Yang had to despairingly admit a fact: the personal panel before him didn't seem to have a point allocation function. In other words, if he wanted to improve, he would have to rely on his own efforts. Lu Yang: "..."
Fuck your mom! Before I awakened the System, you wanted me to work hard. Now that I've awakened the System, you still want me to work hard?
Then didn't I awaken this System for nothing? System, your mom is dead— 【Current remaining pages of the Book of a Hundred Lives: 100】 【Book of a Hundred Lives: After death, you can return to the initial point in time and restart a life.】
【After restarting, you can choose one of the following from your previous life: Treasures, Cultivation, or Lifespan. Alternatively, you can give up all gains from your previous life to awaken a talent.】
Dad, it's nothing now. Lu Yang suddenly became excited. A hundred reincarnations, what an immense fortune was this?
As long as he could make good use of it, he could soar to the heavens in a single flight!
"Those whose names are called, come before me."
Just then, a black-robed Daoist appeared before everyone. He held a register in his hands, a floating candlestick beside him, and had a sinister and fierce expression.
"Drip your blood into the life lamp beside me and ignite your life flame. From now on, you will be nominal disciples of my Primordial Saint Sect."
Hearing these words, no one present showed any joy. This was because most of the people sent here had heard of the Primordial Saint Sect's notorious reputation and knew that this so-called nominal disciple status was a curse, not a blessing. However, the black-robed Daoist paid no mind to their thoughts and simply called out the names one by one.
"Chen Liang."
"Here!"
The black-robed Daoist called out a name. Beside Lu Yang, a young Daoist boy with red lips and white teeth stood up and skipped over to the Daoist. This young boy was very handsome.
His bright, large eyes seemed as if they could speak. Most importantly, there was an air of spiritual energy between his brows that even mortals could perceive. Judging by his expression and demeanor, he was intelligent and precocious.
In the mortal world, he would surely be a promising scholar that all the major academies would fight over. As expected, upon seeing him, the black-robed Daoist also revealed a look of astonishment: "What a fine, naturally gifted spiritual child!"
"Daoist brother, you praise me too much."
The young boy bowed respectfully. Paired with his tender, childish voice, it naturally made people feel fond of him. The black-robed Daoist immediately laughed even more heartily.
"Not bad, not bad. My Primordial Saint Sect needs talent like you!"
As his voice fell, the black-robed Daoist lifted his brush and lightly struck out the name 【Chen Liang】 from the register.
Thump!
The next second, without any warning, the young Daoist boy who had been full of spiritual energy a moment ago suddenly rolled his eyes back and collapsed to the ground, becoming completely silent. After doing all this, the black-robed Daoist casually ordered: "Send the blood, skin, and flesh to the Pill Refining Hall.
Send the bones and soul to the Treasure Refining Hall. Send the five viscera and six bowels to the Beast Taming Hall. Don't let such excellent talent go to waste."
These few words left the crowd of nominal disciples dumbstruck. Seeing this, the black-robed Daoist let out a sinister laugh, "Junior Brothers, don't misunderstand."
"The Saint Sect has always valued 'worth'. Therefore, the measure of a disciple's excellence lies solely in whether they can create enough value for the Saint Sect."
"That Junior Brother just now was a naturally gifted spiritual child with strong bones and tendons. Only in death could he create the greatest value for the Saint Sect, which is why he died."
"As for you, Junior Brothers, your aptitudes are mediocre. You can only create value for the Saint Sect by living, so naturally, you don't need to worry about this."
"Next."
The black-robed Daoist continued to call names. The people below all had faces full of terror, yet they had no choice but to obey, afraid of following in the young boy's footsteps and having their lives struck out as well.
"Lu Yang."
"Here."
Lu Yang responded and walked out, his expression respectful. The black-robed Daoist's gaze first fell upon Lu Yang's refined and handsome face. He initially showed a pleased expression, but then he began to inspect his bones and tendons.
But very quickly, he shook his head in disappointment. Evidently, in his eyes, Lu Yang was useless except for being handsome.
"Go to the Joyful Union Hall."
Lu Yang didn't dare ask more, quickly saying, "Yes." After the assignments were over, Lu Yang received a jade token. The jade token was almost transparent, with his name carved on it.
Inside, it seemed as if a ball of flame was sealed. In addition, he was also given a cultivation technique. The cultivation technique was called the Yin-Yang Great Pleasure Ode.
It was precisely the cultivation technique of the Joyful Union Hall where Lu Yang had been assigned. It was said that it could allow one to cultivate True Qi and step into the Qi Refining Realm. The old servant in charge of leading the way said casually as he walked, "Inside the life token is your life flame.
Remember to carry it with you at all times. The Saint Sect's formations, spiritual plants, and spiritual beasts all recognize the token, not the person. If you forget to bring it one day when you go out, don't blame me for not telling you if you die in the Saint Sect."
After a short while, the group was led before a grand hall. Before the hall stood a voluptuous and beautiful woman. She wore a long dress with a slit that went all the way up to the root of her thigh.
With every glance, she exuded a vibrant charm, looking utterly enchanting and seductive.
"Gulp."
Lu Yang clearly heard the sound of someone gulping beside him. Seeing everyone looking, the beautiful woman was not the least bit shy. Instead, she covered her mouth with a light laugh while delicately lifting the side of her dress at her waist with her elegant hand.
Beneath the hem of the dress, a jade token was dangling, swaying back and forth in front of a mass of white, soft flesh. The name on the token: Yu Suzhen.
"This is the Joyful Union Hall. This little lady is Yu Suzhen, and I suppose I can be considered your Senior Sister."
The next second, Lu Yang noticed that the beautiful woman named Yu Suzhen's eyes lit up slightly. Her gaze fell upon him, direct and without any attempt to conceal it.
"This Junior Brother is so handsome, he must be a disciple of my Joyful Union Hall."
Yu Suzhen let out a soft laugh. Then, with a gentle twist of her lithe, snake-like waist, her dress swaying, she walked step by step until she was in front of Lu Yang. The flash of white flesh made Lu Yang's head spin.
"I see you're quite good-looking. Come with me. I'll tell you about the situation at the Joyful Union Hall."
Lu Yang hurriedly cupped his fists, "Many thanks, Senior Sister Yu."
"Why be so polite?"
Yu Suzhen gave Lu Yang a coquettish glare. She then turned around, swaying her snake-like waist, her plump, fleshy hips swinging from side to side, causing the hearts of those around to burn with desire. Lu Yang, however, didn't dare to look too much and silently followed.
"The disciples of our Saint Sect are divided into inner and outer. The four halls of the outer sect—Treasure Refining, Pill Refining, Beast Taming, and Joyful Union—are where you nominal disciples will go."
"Only by passing the trials of the four outer sect halls can you enter the inner sect, receive the true inheritance, and become a Formal Disciple."
"Your luck is quite good. You've entered my Joyful Union Hall. You won't have to suffer like those in the other three halls. After all, the trial of my Joyful Union Hall is much easier."
At this point, Yu Suzhen suddenly moved closer to Lu Yang's side.
"Do you want to know what it is?"
The next second, Lu Yang felt a puff of hot air on the base of his ear, and a fragrant scent lingered at the tip of his nose. Turning his head, he saw a delicate and pretty face right before his eyes.
"I ask for Senior Sister's guidance," Lu Yang said, raising his head.
"That would be dual cultivation."
A sweet, delicate voice whispered in his ear, like a lover's murmur. Before the words had even faded, a slender, jade-like hand had already been placed on Lu Yang's head. A full handful~ Lu Yang immediately sucked in a cold breath.