Chapter 1: Hundred Lifetimes Book
Demonic Sect, Primordial Sect.
Amidst rolling clouds, surging like an angry sea, countless majestic peaks resembled islands scattered across the cloud sea, like pieces on a chessboard.
On the outermost edge of the chessboard, a peak stood, noticeably shorter than the others, as if its tip had been sliced off, leaving only a flat plateau. On this flat summit, flying boats landed and took off, and newly admitted Named Disciples were currently lined up.
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 seemed rather grim.
According to the original body's memories, the Primordial Sect governed a country named 'Chen'.
Every three years, the Chen country would send a batch of Named Disciples to the Primordial Sect, and in return, the Primordial Sect would ensure favorable weather and the stability of the Chen royal family.
At first glance, this seemed like a great Opportunity to join an Immortal Sect and achieve eternal life.
However, in reality, none of the high-ranking officials and nobles of Chen country were willing to come. Only commoners like Lu Yang were sent as 'blood offerings'.
After all, although thousands of Named Disciples were sent to the Primordial 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 to a 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."
Lu Yang squeezed his arm; it was all soft flesh, not a single hard spot. He felt even worse. Just as he tried to get up, a sharp pain shot through his chest.
"The original body also had a disease. This disease is… damn it!"
Lu Yang cursed a few more times. This was no longer just a matter of weakness; it was a terminal illness, and he clearly didn't have many days left to live.
Just as Lu Yang was filled with despair, thinking he was about to speedrun his Transmigration.
Suddenly, a tiny speck of light appeared before his eyes, then rapidly expanded against the wind, transforming into a screen at a visible speed!
[Name: Lu Yang]
[Lifespan: 18]
[Cultivation: None]
[Aptitude: None]
[Cultivation Technique: None]
[Divine Ability: None]
[Treasure: None]
At this moment, Lu Yang looked at the System interface before him and suddenly felt like crying. It is said that Heaven never Seals off all exits; as long as I want to walk, the path is right under my feet!
System, give me points!
Then, Lu Yang was dumbfounded.
Because he searched high and low, flipped through it, but he couldn't find the plus sign he longed for in the skill section, not even a minus sign.
"No, System, where are my points?"
After searching for a long time, Lu Yang had no choice but to despairingly admit a fact: the personal panel before him seemed to lack the function for adding points.
In other words, to improve, he had to rely on his own efforts.
Lu Yang: "..."
Damn it, before my System Awakening, you wanted me to work hard. Now that I've had a System Awakening, you still want me to work hard. Didn't I awaken the System for nothing?
System, your mother is dead—
[Current Hundred Lifetimes Book Remaining Pages: 100]
[Hundred Lifetimes Book: After death, one can return to the initial time point and restart a new life.]
[After restarting, one can choose one of the previous life's Treasures, Cultivation, or Lifespan, or abandon all gains from the previous life to awaken an Aptitude.]
Father, it's alright now.
Lu Yang suddenly became excited. A hundred Reincarnations, what an immense fortune was this? As long as he used it well, it could completely help him soar to the sky!
"Those whose names are called, come before me."
Just then, a black-robed Daoist, holding a roster, with a floating candlestick beside him, and a sinister expression, appeared before everyone.
"Drip your blood into the life lamp beside me to ignite your life fire. From now on, you will be Named Disciples of my Primordial Sect."
Upon hearing these words, no one present showed any joy.
This was because most of those sent here had heard of the Primordial Sect's infamous reputation and knew that this so-called Named Disciple status 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 young Daoist boy with rosy lips beside Lü Yang stood up and skipped 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 brows that even Mortals could perceive. And judging by his expression and demeanor, he was intelligent and precocious; in the Mortal world, he would surely be a promising scholar sought after by all major academies.
As expected, the black-robed Daoist also showed a look of admiration upon seeing him:
"What a naturally gifted Spirit Child!"
"Daoist Elder Brother, you flatter me," the young Daoist boy respectfully bowed, his tender child's voice making people feel an involuntary fondness.
The black-robed Daoist immediately smiled even more heartily.
"Excellent, excellent! My Primordial Sect needs talents like you!"
As his words fell, the black-robed Daoist lightly drew his pen across the roster, crossing out Chen Liang's name.
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, losing all signs of life.
Having done all this, the black-robed Daoist casually instructed:
"Send the blood and flesh to the Alchemy Hall, the bones and soul to the Treasure Refining Hall, and the internal organs to the Beast Taming Hall. Do not waste such an excellent talent."
These few words left the group of Named Disciples wide-eyed with shock.
The black-robed Daoist chuckled upon seeing their reaction: "Junior Brothers, do not misunderstand."
"The Saint Sect has always valued 'worth'. Therefore, whether a Disciple is excellent or not is solely judged by whether he can create enough worth for the Saint Sect."
"That Junior Brother just now, a natural Spirit Child, with strong bones and muscles, could only create the greatest worth for the Saint Sect after his death, which is why he died."
"As for you Junior Brothers, with your ordinary Aptitude, you can only create worth 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 but had no choice but to comply, fearing they would follow in the young Daoist boy's footsteps and have their lives cut short.
"Lu Yang."
"Here."
Lu Yang responded and stepped forward, his expression respectful.
The black-robed Daoist's gaze immediately fell upon 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, Lu Yang was useless except for being handsome.
"Go to Joyfull Hall."
Lu Yang did not dare to ask further and quickly said, "Yes."
After the assignments were completed, 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 also received a Cultivation Technique.
The Cultivation Technique was named "Yin Yang Great Bliss Art", which was the Cultivation Technique of the Joyfull Hall, where Lu 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 is yours. Remember to carry it with you. The Saint Sect's Formations, Spirit 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, a voluptuous beautiful woman stood, dressed in a long skirt with a slit that reached her thigh, exuding charm and allure with every glance.
"Gulp."
Lu Yang clearly heard someone beside him swallowing.
Seeing everyone looking at her, the beautiful woman not only didn't feel shy but instead covered her mouth with a light laugh, then gracefully lifted the skirt on one side of her waist.
Beneath the skirt, a jade token hung, swaying back and forth in front of a soft, white expanse.
The name on the token: Yu Suzhen.
"This is Joyfull Hall. Little sister Yu Suzhen, I suppose I am also your Senior Sister."
The next second, Lu 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 Joyfull Hall."
Yu Suzhen chuckled, then twisted her slender waist, her skirt rustling, and walked step by step to Lu Yang, her swaying whiteness making Lu Yang dizzy.
"I see you're good-looking. Come with me, I'll introduce you to the situation of Joyfull Hall."
Lü Yang quickly cupped his hands: "Many thanks, Senior Sister Yu."
"Why be so polite?"
Yu Suzhen gave Lu Yang a charming look, then turned around, swaying her snake-like waist, her voluptuous buttocks shaking left and right, igniting the desires of those around her.
Lu Yang, however, dared not look too much and silently followed.
"My Primordial Sect's Disciples are divided into inner and outer. The four outer halls—Treasure Refining, Alchemy, Beast Taming, and Joyfull—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 joined my Hehuan Hall. You won't have to suffer like in the other three halls, as the trials of my Joyfull Hall are much easier."
At this point, Yu Suzhen suddenly leaned closer to Lu Yang.
"Do you want to know what it is?"
The next second, Lu Yang felt a puff of warm air on his earlobe, and a fragrant scent lingered at his nose. He looked back to see an exquisite, pretty face right before him.
"Please enlighten me, Senior Sister," Lu Yang said, raising his head.
"It is 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 full grasp~
Lu Yang immediately gasped in a cold breath.