Layers of clouds surged like raging waves.One after another, countless mountain peaks rose like islands scattered across a sea of clouds, arranged like pieces on a chessboard.
At the very edge of this "chessboard," there stood a mountain clearly shorter than the others, as if its peak had been cleanly sliced off, leaving behind a flat plateau.
On that plateau, flying boats rose and landed continuously.Newly recruited registered disciples were standing neatly in a line.
Lu Yang was one of them.
He had just transmigrated here—the moment he opened his eyes, he found himself standing in this very place.
The fragmented memories left behind in his body told him one thing clearly:
His situation was extremely bad.
According to the original owner's memories, the Primordial Sacred Sect ruled over a mortal kingdom named Chen.
Every three years, the Kingdom of Chen would send a batch of registered disciples to the Primordial Sacred Sect.In return, the sect ensured favorable weather and absolute stability for the imperial family.
At first glance, it sounded like a heaven-sent opportunity—entering an immortal sect and pursuing longevity.
But in reality, none of Chen's nobles or officials were willing to come.
Those sent here as "blood offerings" were all commoners like Lu Yang.
After all, every three years, tens of thousands of registered disciples were sent into the Primordial Sacred Sect,yet the number of official disciples never increased.
The registered disciples simply disappeared one after another—as if they weren't entering a sacred cultivation land,but an endless abyss.
Just thinking about it was enough to make one's blood run cold.
"No wonder I feel so weak… it's like my body's been completely drained…"
Lu Yang pinched his arm—soft flesh everywhere, not a trace of muscle.
Just as he tried to stand up, a sharp pain surged through his chest.
"The original body seems to be sick… this illness is—damn it."
Lu Yang cursed repeatedly.
This wasn't just weakness.This was terminal illness.
At this rate, he wouldn't last many days.
Just as Lu Yang fell into despair, feeling like he had transmigrated only to speedrun death—
A tiny point of light suddenly appeared before his eyes.
It expanded rapidly, growing at a visible speed into a screen.
Name: Lu YangLifespan: 18Cultivation: NoneTalent: NoneTechniques: NoneDivine Abilities: NoneTreasures: None
Staring at the system interface, Lu Yang suddenly felt like crying.
Isn't it said that Heaven always leaves a path open?As long as I want to walk, the road will appear beneath my feet!
"System! Add points!"
Then Lu Yang froze.
He searched left and right, up and down—but there was no plus sign in the skills column.
Not even a minus sign.
"Wait—system, where's my stat allocation?!"
After a long search, Lu Yang had to accept a brutal truth:
This status panel did not have a point-allocation function.
In other words—if he wanted to grow stronger, he had to rely on his own effort.
Lu Yang:"Damn you! Before awakening the system, you told me to work hard.Now I've awakened the system, and you're still telling me to work hard?!Then what the hell did I awaken the system for?!"
"System—damn you!"
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"Dad… it's okay now."
Lu Yang suddenly became excited.
A hundred reincarnations—what an immeasurable fortune!
If used properly, it would be more than enough to let him soar straight to the heavens!
"Those whose names are called, step forward."
A black-robed Daoist appeared before the crowd, holding a register in his hands.A candleholder floated beside him, his expression sinister and cold.
"Drip your blood into the life-lamp beside me.Ignite your life flame, and from this day on, you are registered disciples of the Primordial Sacred Sect."
No one looked happy.
Most of those sent here had already heard of the sect's notorious reputation.They knew very well that becoming a "registered disciple" was disaster, not fortune.
The black-robed Daoist paid no attention and began calling names.
"Chen Liang."
"Here!"
A fair-skinned young Daoist boy beside Lu Yang stepped forward cheerfully.
The child was strikingly handsome, with bright eyes full of spirit.Even an ordinary person could tell—this was a naturally gifted spiritual child.
If placed in the mortal world, every academy would fight to recruit him.
Sure enough, the black-robed Daoist's eyes lit up.
"What a naturally born spiritual child!"
"You flatter me, Daoist Brother."
The boy bowed respectfully, his childish voice instantly endearing.
The black-robed Daoist smiled even wider.
"Excellent! The Primordial Sacred Sect needs talents like you!"
He lifted his brush and casually crossed out [Chen Liang] from the register.
Thud.
Without any warning, the boy's eyes rolled back, and he collapsed lifelessly onto the ground.
The Daoist spoke calmly:
"Blood and flesh to the Alchemy Hall.Bones and soul to the Artifact Refining Hall.Organs to the Beast Taming Hall.Don't waste such an excellent talent."
The registered disciples stood frozen in horror.
The Daoist laughed eerily.
"Don't misunderstand, junior brothers.The Sacred Sect values only 'usefulness.'
"That junior just now could create the greatest value after death,so naturally, he had to die.
"As for you—mediocre talents—you only create value while alive,so there's no need to worry."
"Next."
Names continued to be called.Fear spread across the crowd, yet no one dared resist.
"Lu Yang."
"Here."
Lu Yang stepped forward respectfully.
The Daoist first looked at his handsome face, briefly pleased,then examined his physique.
Soon, he shook his head in disappointment.
Clearly, in his eyes, Lu Yang was nothing but good-looking.
"Go to the Hehuan Hall."
Lu Yang didn't dare ask questions.
"Yes."
After the allocation, Lu Yang received a jade token—almost transparent, with his name engraved on it.Inside, a flame seemed to be sealed.
He also received a cultivation manual.
"The Yin-Yang Grand Joy Scripture."
This was the cultivation technique of the Hehuan Hall,said to allow one to cultivate true qi and step into the Qi Refining Realm.
As an old servant led them away, he said casually:
"The flame inside the token is your life flame.Carry it at all times.The sect's formations and spirit beasts recognize tokens, not people.Forget it one day, and if you die in the sect, don't blame me for not warning you."
Soon, they arrived before a grand hall.
Standing there was a voluptuous, beautiful mature woman in a long dress,the slit reaching all the way to her upper thighs—every glance overflowing with charm.
"Gulp…"
Lu Yang clearly heard someone swallow hard beside him.
Seeing the stares, the woman didn't shy away.Instead, she laughed softly and lifted her skirt slightly, showing her slender waist.
A jade token hung beneath her dress.
Name: Yu Suzhen
"This is the Hehuan Hall.I am Yu Suzhen—your senior sister."
Her eyes suddenly lit up as she looked at Lu Yang.
"So handsome.You must be a disciple of our Hehuan Hall."
She twisted her supple waist and walked straight toward him,her figure dazzling enough to make one dizzy.
"You look promising. Come with me.I'll explain the Hehuan Hall to you."
"Thank you, Senior Sister Yu."
"Why be so polite?"
She shot him a charming glance and turned away,leaving hearts burning behind her.
Lu Yang didn't dare look too much and followed quietly.
"Our sect has inner and outer disciples.The four outer halls—Artifact Refining, Alchemy, Beast Taming, and Hehuan—are where registered disciples go."
"Only by passing the trials of the outer hallscan one enter the inner sect and become an official disciple."
"You're lucky to join the Hehuan Hall.Our trials are much easier than the other three…"
She suddenly leaned close.
"Do you want to know what it is?"
Warm breath brushed against his ear, fragrance filling his senses.Her delicate face was right before his eyes.
"Please enlighten me, Senior Sister."
"That would be… cultivation."
Her soft, tender voice whispered like a lover's murmur.
Lu Yang sucked in a sharp breath.