Chapter Three: Wish-Forged Technique and the Hierarchy of Demons
The Demonbone Sect was no haven.It was a crucible.
After the Blood Trial, Lin Yu was granted a place among the Outer Disciples—the lowest rank, where most died before advancing. Yet even here, the path to power was paved with opportunity… and corpses.
Cultivation Realms (Mortal to Immortal)
In the Three Planes—Lower, Middle, and Upper—the known cultivation realms were as follows:
Body Tempering (9 stages)
Qi Foundation (9 stages)
Core Formation (3 cores: Earth, Sky, Spirit)
Nascent Soul (Early, Mid, Late)
Soul Forging (Split Soul, Solid Soul, Divine Soul)
Origin Sea Realm
Heaven Ascension Realm
Celestial King
Void Transcendence
Immortal Origin (Upper Plane-only)
Lin Yu, thanks to the Wish System, had skipped Body Tempering entirely, entering directly into the 3rd Stage of Qi Foundation after awakening.
He was already stronger than most Outer Disciples—but that was not enough.
Structure of the Demonbone Sect
Holy Disciples (Chosen by the Demon Patriarch, 1-3 per century)
True Disciples (Handpicked by Elders, future powerhouses)
Core Disciples (Elite, ruthless, masters of at least one complete technique)
Inner Disciples (Refined warriors, able to use martial techniques)
Outer Disciples (Fodder, stepping stones, or hidden dragons)
Above all stood:
Demon Elders (Soul Forging and above)
Grand Elder Council
The Sect Master: "Mother of Fangs" (Heaven Ascension Realm)
*Patriarch—location unknown, power unknown. Rumored to be Celestial King or beyond.
Lin Yu's First Technique: "Bone-Searing Fang Art"
Each new disciple was allowed one Blood Scripture Draw—a chance to bond with a random demonic art through the Shrine of Fangs. Most drew trash.
Lin Yu approached the altar, bloodied and calm.
He placed his palm on the jagged stone. "I wish… for something worthy of vengeance."
[Wish System activating… binding incoming technique to your fate. Enhancing…]
Technique upgraded: Bone-Searing Fang Art → Eternal Hellfang Dragon Art (Top-Tier Ancient Art – Lost to Time)
Black fire surged through his veins. Screaming visages danced around him.
The technique burned itself into his soul.
A cultivation method fused with blood and hatred.
He could now manifest Hellfang Claws, coated in burning demonic essence.
With mastery, he would eventually summon a Phantom Bone Dragon in battle.
The art consumed spirit bones and blood essence, growing stronger with every kill.
The shrine cracked down the center. Even the Elder overseeing the draw stepped back in shock.
"You… what did you just awaken?" the Elder hissed.
Lin Yu smiled faintly. "A legacy."
Later, alone in his cavern cell, Lin Yu meditated.
He felt the dragon within him stirring—an echo of Long Tian's former might—now wrapped in demonic power.
And he knew:
He wouldn't be in the Outer Sect for long.
He would rise.
Claw his way to the top.
And one day…
He would return to the Cloud Crystal Sect.
Not as a forgotten beast—
But as the storm they could never control.
One Versus Twenty – The Blood of Reputation
The news spread like wildfire through the Outer Sect barracks:
"The new guy pulled a top-tier technique from the Shrine. The altar cracked."
"No one's ever done that before. He must've cheated or used some forbidden trick."
"Doesn't matter. We're twenty. He's one. He'll hand it over or die."
In the seething pit of the Outer Sect, nothing drew blood faster than envy. Power wasn't earned—it was taken. And the newcomer had just painted a target on his back.
Demonbone Arena – Nightfall
Lin Yu stood at the center of the stone arena, surrounded by torches flickering with blue flame. Around him were twenty Outer Disciples—some grinning, some silent, all armed.
At the front stood Deng Shao, the self-proclaimed king of the Outer Sect. A brute in his 9th stage of Qi Foundation, wielding a massive serrated blade.
Lin Yu, by contrast, stood empty-handed, expression unreadable.
Deng spat on the ground. "You should've handed over that technique, newbie. We don't care where you're from—but you walk into our pit with treasure, we take it."
Lin Yu tilted his head. "You want the technique?"
"Obviously." "Then come take it." The Fight
It began with a roar.
Two disciples rushed first—one wielding chains, the other spears.
[Wish System Activated: Temporary Buff – Reflex Enhancement + Bone Density Increase]
Lin Yu dodged the first strike with inhuman speed, caught the chain mid-air, and yanked its owner off his feet—straight into his elbow.
Crack. Skull shattered.
The spear struck—Lin grabbed it and snapped it in half, driving the broken end into the second attacker's leg. He howled, dropped.
Three more charged.Too slow.
Hellfang Claws: Activated
Black flames spiraled around Lin Yu's arms, his hands becoming claws of burning bone.
Slash. Slash. Slash.
Blood sprayed across the arena.
Panic spread. The crowd watching from the outer ring began to murmur.
"Wait… isn't he only 3rd stage?"
"How is he this fast? This strong?"
"Those claws… they're not normal demonic essence…"
Lin Yu's eyes burned violet.Ten were down.The rest hesitated.
Deng Shao snarled and charged.
Steel clashed with flame—his massive sword struck Lin Yu's shoulder. Sparks flew. Lin grunted, blood staining his robes.But he grinned.
[Wish System: Trigger – Counterattack Protocol Engaged]
Buff Granted: Triple Strike Execution Window – 10 Seconds
Lin Yu roared and countered with a series of three consecutive strikes—each faster and more brutal than the last.
The third broke Deng's jaw and launched him ten meters into the wall.
He didn't get up.Twenty challengers entered.Only one stood.Aftermath Silence reigned.
From the crowd, whispers bloomed like wildfire.
"Who… is he?"
"He beat Deng Shao. That monster."
"Did he really only just join?"
A Core Disciple watching from above narrowed his eyes.
"That's not ordinary demonic power… there's something ancient in that boy."
And far away, in the inner chambers, one of the Elders poured wine over a scroll.
"Lin Yu… a dragon in a corpse's skin," he murmured. "Now the Outer Sect has fangs."
That night, Lin Yu returned to his cave, covered in bruises, eyes glowing in the dark.
He had made his move.
The Demonbone Sect had seen his shadow.
And soon… they'd fear his name.