Demon Sect, Primordial Saint Sect.
A vast sea of clouds churned like raging waves, and countless majestic peaks stood like islands scattered across the sea of clouds, arranged like pieces on a chessboard.
On the very outskirts of this chessboard, there stood a mountain noticeably shorter than the others, as if its peak had been sliced off, leaving a flat summit.
On the flat mountaintop, flying boats landed and took off, while the newly admitted registered disciples were lining up in a row.
LĂŒ Yang was among them.
He had just transmigrated here, and upon opening his eyes, found himself in this place, with lingering memories in his body telling him that his current situation was quite dire.
According to the memories of his bodyâs previous owner, under the rule of the Primordial Saint Sect, there was a nation called âChenâ.
Every three years, the Kingdom of Chen would send a batch of registered disciples to the Primordial Saint Sect, while the sect in return would ensure the kingdomâs favorable weather and the royal familyâs stability.
At first glance, this sounded like being accepted into an immortal sect and gaining the great fortune of achieving eternal youth and longevity.
However, in reality, none of the dignitaries or nobles of Chen were willing to come; only impoverished commoners like LĂŒ Yang were sent as âBlood Offeringsâ.
After all, despite thousands upon thousands of registered disciples being sent into the Primordial Saint Sect every three years, the number of official disciples never seemed to grow noticeably, while registered disciples simply vanished one after another, as if they were not entering a sacred place of cultivation, but plunging into a bottomless abyss.
Just thinking about it sent chills down one's spine.
âNo wonder I feel so weak, like my bodyâs been hollowed out.â
LĂŒ Yang pinched his arm, finding only soft flesh, without a single firm spot, feeling even worse as pain surged through his chest the moment he tried to get up.
âThe original owner of this body seems to have been sick too... Damn it!â
LĂŒ Yang cursed under his breath a few more times, realizing this was not merely a case of weakness, but a terminal illness, with only a few days left to live.
Just as LĂŒ Yang was despairing, feeling that he would speedrun death right after transmigrationâ
A small point of light suddenly appeared before his eyes, then rapidly expanded in the wind, turning into a screen visible to the naked eye!
ăName: LĂŒ Yangă
ăLifespan: 18ă
ăCultivation: Noneă
ăTalent: Noneă
ăCultivation Technique: Noneă
ăDivine Ability: Noneă
ăTreasure: Noneă
At this moment, looking at the system interface before him, LĂŒ Yang almost wanted to cry.
Had he not heard that heaven never seals off all paths?
As long as he wished to walk, there would be a road beneath his feet!
System, add points for me!
Then, LĂŒ Yang was dumbfounded.
Because no matter how he searched, up and down, left and right, he simply could not find the plus sign he was dreaming of in the skills section.
Not even a minus sign!
âCome on, system, whereâs my stat-adding function?â
After a long, fruitless search, LĂŒ Yang was forced to accept a cruel reality: the personal panel before him apparently had no add-point function.
In other words, if he wanted to improve, he would have to rely entirely on his own efforts.
LĂŒ Yang: â...â
Damn it, before awakening the system, you wanted me to work hard.
Now even after awakening the system, you still want me to work hard?
Then whatâs the point of my system awakening at all?
System, your mom is deadâ
ăCurrent remaining pages of the Book of a Hundred Lifetimes: 100ă
ăBook of a Hundred Lifetimes: Upon death, return to the initial point in time and restart a new lifetimeă
ăAfter restarting, you can choose one of the following to inherit from your previous life: treasure, cultivation, or lifespan, or you can abandon all previous gains to awaken a new talent.ă
Daddy, itâs fine now.
LĂŒ Yang suddenly became excited.
A hundred cycles of rebirthâwhat an immense fortune!
As long as he made good use of it, it could absolutely help him soar to the heavens in one leap!
âThose whose names are called, step forward.â
At this moment, a black-robed Taoist appeared before the crowd, holding a register in his hands, a candlestick floating beside him, his expression sinister and gloomy.
âDrip your blood into the life lamp beside me and ignite the life fire. From then on, you will be registered disciples of the Primordial Saint Sect.â
Upon hearing these words, no one present showed any joy.
This was because most of those who had been sent here had heard of the Primordial Saint Sectâs infamous reputation, knowing that being a registered disciple was more a curse than a blessing.
However, the black-robed Taoist paid no heed to the crowdâs thoughts and continued calling out names one by one.
âChen Liang.â
âHere!â
The black-robed Taoist called out a name, and beside LĂŒ Yang, a young boy with rosy lips and white teeth stood up and hopped over to the Taoist.
The little boy was extremely good-looking, with bright eyes that seemed almost able to speak, and more importantly, there was an aura of spiritual energy between his brows so obvious that even mortals could sense it.
Judging from his expression and demeanor, he appeared clever and precociousâundoubtedly a prodigy whom the great academies would have fought over in the mortal world.
Sure enough, the black-robed Taoist revealed a look of amazement upon seeing him:
âWhat a naturally gifted spirit child!â
âThank you for your praise, Taoist brother.â The little boy bowed respectfully, his tender voice making it hard not to feel a sense of affection.
The black-robed Taoist smiled even more joyfully.
âVery good, very good, our Primordial Saint Sect needs talents like you!â
As soon as he finished speaking, the black-robed Taoist lightly stroked a brush across the register, striking out ăChen Liangă's name.
Thud!
The next second, without any warning, the little boy who had just been brimming with spiritual energy rolled his eyes upward and collapsed to the ground, completely lifeless.
After doing all this, the black-robed Taoist casually ordered:
âSend his blood and flesh to the Pill Refinement Hall, his bones and soul to the Treasure Refinement Hall, and his internal organs to the Beast Taming Hall. Do not waste such an excellent talent.â
In just a few short words, he left the gathered registered disciples staring in shock.
The black-robed Taoist cackled upon seeing this:
âFellow disciples, do not misunderstand.â
âOur sect has always valued âworthâ, and thus a discipleâs excellence is judged solely by the value they can create for the sect.â
âThat fellow disciple just now was a naturally gifted spirit child with strong bones and vigor. Only by dying could he create the greatest value for the sect. Thatâs why he had to die.â
âAs for you all, being of mediocre aptitude, you can only create value by living, so thereâs no need to worry about such things.â
âNext one.â
The black-robed Taoist continued calling names, while the people below looked terrified but dared not disobey, fearing they would follow the little boy's fate and lose their lives.
âLĂŒ Yang.â
âHere.â
LĂŒ Yang answered and stepped forward respectfully.
The black-robed Taoistâs gaze first landed on LĂŒ Yangâs delicate and handsome face, showing a flash of delight, but then began examining his bones and physique.
Soon after, the Taoist shook his head in disappointment.
Clearly, in his eyes, LĂŒ Yang had nothing going for him aside from his good looks.
âSend him to the Pleasure Hall.â
LĂŒ Yang dared not ask any questions and quickly replied, âYes.â
After the allocation was completed, LĂŒ Yang received a jade token.
The token was nearly transparent, engraved with his name, and seemed to have a flame sealed within it.
In addition, he was given a cultivation technique manual.
The cultivation technique was named ăOde of Yin-Yang Great Blissă, the signature cultivation method of the Pleasure Hall to which LĂŒ Yang was assigned, said to help cultivate true qi and step into the Qi Refining stage.
The old servant leading the way casually explained as they walked:
âThe life flame inside your life token must be carried with you at all times. The sectâs formations, spirit plants, and spirit beasts recognize the token, not the person. If you go out and forget it, donât blame me if you die within the sect.â
Before long, the group arrived in front of a hall.
Standing before the hall was a voluptuous and seductive woman dressed in a long skirt slit up to the top of her thigh, her every glance and gesture oozing charm and allure.
âGulp...â
LĂŒ Yang clearly heard someone beside him swallow hard.
Seeing the reaction, the beautiful woman did not shy away. Instead, she giggled, covering her mouth with a hand, while with the other, she teasingly lifted one side of her skirt.
Underneath, a jade token dangled, swaying lightly above her soft, creamy-white thigh.
The name engraved on the token: Yu Suzhen.
âThis is the Pleasure Hall. I, Yu Suzhen, am also considered your senior sister.â
The next second, LĂŒ Yang noticed Yu Suzhenâs eyes light up, her gaze locking onto him unabashedly, staring intently.
âThis little junior brother is so handsome; he must surely belong to our Pleasure Hall.â
Yu Suzhen chuckled softly, then twisted her waist like a water snake and, with her skirts fluttering, sauntered over to LĂŒ Yang, the sight making his head spin.
âI think you look quite good. Come with me, and Iâll introduce you to the Pleasure Hall.â
LĂŒ Yang hurriedly cupped his hands respectfully:
âThank you, Senior Sister Yu.â
âWhy so polite?â
Yu Suzhen gave LĂŒ Yang a coquettish glance, then turned around, swaying her plump hips from side to side, igniting the burning desires of everyone around.
LĂŒ Yang, however, dared not look too much and followed silently.
âIn our sect, disciples are divided into outer and inner gates. The outer gate has four halls: Treasure Refinement, Pill Refinement, Beast Taming, and Pleasure. These are where registered disciples are assigned.â
âOnly after passing the tests of the outer halls can one enter the inner sect, receive true transmission, and become an official disciple.â
âYouâre lucky to have entered our Pleasure Hall. Compared to the other three halls, thereâs no suffering or hardship here. Our tests are much easier.â
As she spoke, Yu Suzhen suddenly leaned close to LĂŒ Yangâs ear.
âWant to know what the test is?â
The next second, LĂŒ Yang felt a warm breath against his ear, and a sweet fragrance filled his nostrils. Turning his head, he saw an exquisitely beautiful face close at hand.
âPlease enlighten me, Senior Sister,â LĂŒ Yang said, lifting his head.
âThat would be dual cultivation.â
A soft, tender voice whispered in his ear, like a lover murmuring sweet nothings, and before the words were fully spoken, a slender jade hand gently rested on LĂŒ Yangâs head.
Delicate and full~
LĂŒ Yang couldnât help but suck in a sharp breath.