Chapter 1: Hundred Lifetimes Book
Demonic Sect, Chu Sheng Sect.
Layers of cloud seas, surging like angry waves, myriad mountain peaks resembled islands within the cloud sea, scattered like pieces on a chessboard.
At the outermost edge of the chessboard, a mountain peak stood, noticeably shorter than the others, as if its tip had been sliced off, leaving only a flat expanse. On this flat summit, flying boats landed and took off, and newly inducted Named Disciples were currently lined up.
Lü 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 seemed rather grim.
According to the original body's memories, the Chu Sheng Sect governed a country named 'Chen'.
Every three years, Chen Country would send a batch of Named Disciples to the Chu Sheng Sect, and in return, the Chu Sheng Sect would ensure favorable weather for Chen Country and a stable imperial family.
At first listen, this seemed like a great Opportunity to join an immortal sect and achieve eternal life.
However, in reality, none of Chen Country's high officials or nobles were willing to come. Only commoners like Lü Yang were sent as 'blood offerings'.
After all, although thousands of Named Disciples were sent into the Chu Sheng Sect every three years, the number of official Disciples of the Chu Sheng Sect had never significantly increased. Only the Named Disciples disappeared one after another, as if they were not going to a Cultivation Holy Land, but an bottomless abyss.
Just thinking about it was enough to send shivers down one's spine.
"No wonder I'm so weak; I feel like my body has been hollowed out..."
Lü Yang squeezed his arm; it was all soft flesh, not a single hard spot. Feeling even more uncomfortable, he tried to get up, but a sharp pain shot through his chest.
"The original body seems to have a disease, and this disease is... Fuck!"
Lü Yang cursed a few more times. This was no longer just a matter of weakness; he was terminally ill, clearly not having many days left to live.
Just as Lü Yang was filled with despair, thinking he was about to complete the game as soon as he Transmigrated.
He saw a tiny speck of light suddenly appear before his eyes, then it rapidly expanded against the wind, transforming into a screen at a visible speed!
"Name: Lü Yang"
"Lifespan: 18"
"Cultivation: None"
"Aptitude: None"
"Cultivation Technique: None"
"Divine Ability: None"
"Treasure: None"
At this moment, Lü Yang looked at the System interface before him and suddenly felt like crying. Doesn't the saying go, 'Heaven never Seals off all the exits'? As long as I want to walk, the path is right under my feet!
System, give me some points!
Then, Lü Yang was dumbfounded.
Because he searched high and low, flipped up and down, but he couldn't find the plus sign he yearned for in the skill section, not even a minus sign.
"No, System, where are my points?"
After searching for a long time, Lü Yang had no choice but to despairingly admit a fact: his personal panel, it seemed, did not have the function to add points.
In other words, if he wanted to improve, he had to rely on his own efforts.
Lü Yang: "..."
Damn it, before I had my System Awakening, you wanted me to work hard. Now that I have my System Awakening, you still want me to work hard? Then wasn't my System Awakening for nothing?
System, your mother is dead—
"Current Hundred Lifetimes Book remaining pages: 100"
"Hundred Lifetimes Book: After death, you can return to the initial time point and start a new life."
"After restarting, you can choose one from the previous life's treasures, cultivation, or Lifespan, or give up all gains from the previous life to Awaken an Aptitude."
Father, it's alright now.
Lü Yang suddenly became excited. A Hundred Lifetimes of Reincarnation, what an immense fortune! As long as he could make good use of it, it could definitely help him soar to great heights!
"Those whose names are called, step forward."
Just then, a black-robed Daoist, holding a roster and with a candlestick floating beside him, appeared before everyone with a sinister expression.
"Drip your blood into the life lamp beside me and ignite the life fire. From now on, you are Named Disciples of my Chu Sheng Sect."
Upon hearing these words, no one present showed any joy.
This was because most of those sent here had heard of the Chu Sheng Sect's infamous reputation and knew that being a so-called Named Disciple was a misfortune, not a blessing.
However, the black-robed Daoist ignored their thoughts and simply called out names one by one.
"Chen Liang."
"Here!"
As the black-robed Daoist called out a name, a fair-skinned, red-lipped young Daoist boy beside Lü Yang stood up and bounced to the Daoist's front.
This young Daoist boy was very handsome, with bright, expressive eyes. Most importantly, there was a Spiritual Qi in his demeanor that even Mortals could perceive. And judging by his expression and posture, he was intelligent and precocious, surely a prodigy that various academies would eagerly contend for in the Mortal world.
As expected, the black-robed Daoist also showed a look of admiration upon seeing him:
"What a naturally gifted Spirit Child!"
"Daoist Brother overpraises me."
The young Daoist boy bowed respectfully, and his tender child's voice made people involuntarily feel fond of him.
The black-robed Daoist immediately laughed even more heartily.
"Excellent, excellent! My Chu Sheng Sect needs talents like you!"
As his voice fell, the black-robed Daoist lightly drew his brush across the roster, crossing out the name 【Chen Liang】.
Thud!
The next second, without any warning, the young Daoist boy, who had been full of Spiritual Qi, suddenly rolled his eyes upwards and collapsed to the ground, completely losing all signs of life.
Having done all this, the black-robed Daoist casually ordered:
"Send the blood and flesh to the Alchemy Hall, the bones and soul to the Treasure Refining Hall, and the internal organs to the Spirit Beast Hall. Do not bury such an excellent talent."
These few words left the group of Named Disciples dumbfounded.
The black-robed Daoist cackled when he saw their reactions: "Junior Brothers, do not misunderstand."
"The Saint Sect has always valued 'worth', so the measure of a Disciple's excellence lies only in whether he can create enough value for the Saint Sect."
"That Junior Brother just now, a naturally gifted Spirit Child with strong bones and muscles, could only create the greatest value for the Saint Sect after his death, which is why he died."
"As for you Junior Brothers, with your mediocre Aptitude, you can only create value for the Saint Sect while alive, so naturally, you don't need to worry about these things."
"Next."
The black-robed Daoist continued to call names. The crowd below was terrified, yet they had no choice but to obey, fearing they would follow in the young Daoist boy's footsteps and have their lives crossed out as well.
"Lü Yang."
"Here."
Lü Yang responded and stepped forward, his expression respectful.
The black-robed Daoist's gaze fell immediately on Lü Yang's handsome and refined face, first showing joy, then examining his bones and muscles.
However, he quickly shook his head in disappointment.
Clearly, in his opinion, Lü Yang was useless except for being handsome.
"Go to Hehuan Hall."
Lü Yang dared not ask further and quickly said, "Yes."
After the allocation, Lü Yang received a jade token. The token was almost transparent, with his name engraved on it, and a ball of flame seemed to be Sealed within.
In addition, he was also given a Cultivation Technique.
The Cultivation Technique was named "Yin Yang Great Bliss Art," which was the Cultivation Technique of the Hehuan Hall to which Lü Yang had been assigned. It was said to allow one to cultivate True Qi and enter the Qi Refining realm.
The old handyman leading the way casually said as he guided them: "The life fire in your life token. Remember to carry it with you at all times. The Saint Sect's Formation, spiritual plants, and Spirit Beasts only recognize the token, not the person. If you forget to bring it out one day and die in the Saint Sect, don't blame me for not telling you."
Before long, the group was led to a grand hall.
In front of the hall stood a voluptuous beautiful woman in a long dress, with a slit up to her thigh, captivating and charming in her every glance.
"Gulp..."
Lü Yang clearly heard someone beside him gulping.
Seeing everyone looking, the beautiful woman not only showed no shyness but instead chuckled softly while gracefully lifting one side of her skirt with her slender hand.
Beneath the skirt, a jade token hung, swaying before a patch of white, soft flesh.
Name on the token: Yu Suzhen.
"This is Hehuan Hall, and I, Yu Suzhen, can be considered your Senior Sister."
The next second, Lü Yang noticed that the beautiful woman named Yu Suzhen's eyes lit up, and her gaze fell directly on him, unashamedly staring.
"This Junior Brother is so handsome, he must be a Disciple of my Hehuan Hall."
Yu Suzhen chuckled, then twisted her lithe waist, her skirt flowing as she walked step by step towards Lü Yang, her swaying flesh making Lü Yang dizzy.
"You look good; come with me. I'll introduce you to the situation of Hehuan Hall."
Lü Yang quickly cupped his hands: "Many thanks, Yu *Shijie*."
"Why be so polite?"
Yu Suzhen gave Lü Yang a charming glance, then turned around, swaying her snake-like waist, her voluptuous buttocks shaking from side to side, igniting the desires of those around her.
Lü Yang, however, dared not look too much and silently followed.
"My Saint Sect Disciples are divided into inner and outer. The four outer halls—Treasure Refining, Alchemy, Spirit Beast, and Hehuan—are where you Named Disciples go."
"Only by passing the trials of the four outer halls can you enter the inner sect, receive true teachings, and become an official Disciple."
"You're lucky to have entered my Hehuan Hall; you don't have to suffer like in the other three halls, as the trials of my Hehuan Hall are much easier."
At this point, Yu Suzhen suddenly leaned close to Lü Yang.
"Do you want to know what it is?"
The next second, Lü Yang felt a warm breath on his earlobe, and a fragrant scent wafted to his nose. He looked back to see a delicate, pretty face right before him.
"Please enlighten me, Senior Sister."
Lü Yang looked up and said.
"It's Dual Cultivation."
Her sweet voice whispered in his ear, like a lover's soft murmur. Before her words finished, a slender jade hand had already rested on Lü Yang's head.
A gentle grasp~
Lü Yang immediately gasped for a breath of cold air.