Chapter 1: Book of Hundred Lives

The Demonic Sect, the Primordial Saint Sect.

Layer upon layer of cloud seas churned with fury, while countless peaks of myriad appearances stood like islands within them, scattered like stars and arranged like pieces on a chessboard.

At the outermost edge of this chessboard stood a peak noticeably shorter than the others, as if its summit had been sliced off by an invisible hand, leaving only a flat plateau; upon this flat top, flying boats took off and landed, while newly admitted outer disciples stood in a single file.

Lu Yang was one of them.

He had just transmigrated; the moment he opened his eyes, he found himself here, and the lingering memories within his body told him that his current situation seemed rather dire.

According to the original body's memories, there was a kingdom under the rule of the Primordial Saint Sect named "Chen."

Every three years, the Kingdom of Chen would send a batch of outer disciples to the Primordial Saint Sect, and in return, the sect guaranteed favorable weather for the kingdom and ensured the imperial family remained as stable as Mount Taishan.

At first glance, this seemed like a heaven-sent opportunity to join an immortal sect and achieve eternal life.

In reality, however, not a single noble or high official in the Kingdom of Chen was willing to come; only poor commoners like Lu Yang were sent as "blood offerings."

After all, although tens of thousands of outer disciples were sent to the Primordial Saint Sect every three years, the number of formal disciples had never shown any significant increase; only the outer disciples vanished one after another without a trace, as if they were not going to a holy land of cultivation but into a bottomless abyss.

Just thinking about it was enough to make one shudder with fear.

"No wonder I feel so weak; it feels like my body has been hollowed out."

Lu Yang pinched his arm; it was all soft flesh, not a single hard muscle, which made him feel even worse, and as soon as he tried to rise, a sharp pain shot through his chest.

"The original body seems to have an illness, and this illness is... damn it!"

Lu Yang cursed a few more times; this was no longer a matter of mere weakness but a terminal condition, suggesting he had only a few days left to live.

Just as Lu Yang felt utterly despondent, thinking he would speed-run to death immediately after transmigrating,

a tiny point of light suddenly appeared before his eyes, then expanded violently with the wind, transforming into a screen at a speed visible to the naked eye!

[Name: Lu Yang]

[Lifespan: 18]

[Cultivation Base: None]

[Talent: None]

[Technique: None]

[Divine Abilities: None]

[Treasures: None]

At this moment, looking at the system interface before him, Lu Yang suddenly felt like crying; had he not heard that heaven never cuts off all paths, and that as long as one wishes to walk, the road lies beneath one's feet!

System, add points for me!

Then, Lu Yang was dumbfounded.

Because no matter how hard he searched left and right, scrolling up and down, he could not find the plus sign he longed for in the skills column; there wasn't even a minus sign.

"Wait, System, where are my attribute points?"

After searching for a long time, Lu Yang had to despairingly admit a fact: the personal panel before him seemingly lacked the function to add points.

In other words, if he wanted to improve, he would have to rely on his own efforts.

Lu Yang: "..."

Damn it, before I awakened the system, you told me to work hard; now that I've awakened the system, you still want me to work hard? Then what was the point of awakening this system at all?

System, your mother is dea—

[Remaining Pages of the Book of Hundred Lives: 100]

[Book of Hundred Lives: Upon death, you can return to the initial timeline and restart a new life.]

[After restarting, you may choose one from the treasures, cultivation base, or lifespan of your previous life, or forsake all gains from the previous life to awaken a talent.]

Father, never mind.

Lu Yang suddenly became excited; a hundred cycles of reincarnation—what immense wealth was this? If utilized properly, it could completely propel him to soar to the heavens!

"Those whose names are called, step forward before me."

Just then, a black-robed Daoist Priest with a sinister expression appeared before everyone, holding a register in one hand while a candlestick floated beside him.

"Drop your blood into the Life Lamp beside me to ignite the Life Fire; thereafter, you shall be outer disciples of our Primordial Saint Sect."

Upon hearing these words, no one present showed any sign of joy.

This was because most of those sent here had heard of the Primordial Saint Sect's notorious reputation and knew that being an so-called outer disciple here was a curse rather than a blessing.

However, the black-robed Daoist Priest paid no heed to their thoughts and simply began calling out names one by one.

"Chen Liang."

"Present!"

As the black-robed Daoist Priest called out the name, a young Daoist acolyte with red lips and white teeth standing beside Lu Yang jumped up and hopped over to the priest.

This young acolyte was exceedingly handsome, with bright, large eyes that seemed to speak; most importantly, a spiritual aura perceptible even to mortals emanated from between his brows, and judging by his demeanor and posture, he was intelligent and mature beyond his years, surely a scholarly seed that every academy in the mortal world would fight to recruit.

As expected, upon seeing this, the black-robed Daoist Priest also revealed a look of astonishment:

"What a naturally spiritual child!"

"Senior Brother Daoist praises me excessively," the young acolyte said, bowing respectfully, his childish voice involuntarily endearing him to others.

The black-robed Daoist Priest immediately laughed even more heartily.

"Excellent, excellent; our Primordial Saint Sect needs talents like you!"

As soon as the words fell, the black-robed Daoist Priest lifted his brush and lightly struck through the name [Chen Liang] on the register.

Thump!

The next second, without any warning, the young acolyte who had been full of spiritual energy suddenly rolled his eyes upward, collapsed to the ground, and fell completely silent.

Only after doing all this did the black-robed Daoist Priest casually instruct:

"Send the blood, skin, 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 excellent talent."

With just a few words, the crowd of outer disciples stood dumbfounded.

The Daoist Priest in black robes let out a cackling laugh upon seeing this: "Fellow Junior Brothers, do not misunderstand."

"The Sacred Sect has always valued 'worth'; therefore, whether a disciple is excellent or not depends solely on whether he can create sufficient value for the Sacred Sect."

"That Junior Brother just now was a born Spirit Child with strong bones and tendons; only after death could he create the greatest value for the Sacred Sect, which is why he died."

"As for you Fellow Junior Brothers, your aptitude is mediocre; you can only create value for the Sacred Sect while alive, so naturally, you need not worry about such things."

"Next."

The Daoist Priest in black robes continued calling out names; the crowd below wore expressions of terror yet dared not disobey, fearing they would follow the young Daoist boy's fate and have their lives struck off as well.

"Lu Yang."

"Present."

Lu Yang responded and stepped forward, his demeanor respectful.

The Daoist Priest in black robes immediately fixed his gaze on Lu Yang's delicate and handsome face, first showing delight, then proceeding to inspect his bones and tendons.

However, very soon, he shook his head in disappointment.

Clearly, in his view, apart from being handsome, Lu Yang was good for nothing.

"Go to the Hehuan Hall."

Lu Yang dared not ask further and quickly replied: "Yes."

After the allocation ended, Lu Yang received a jade token; the token was nearly transparent, engraved with his name, and seemed to seal a ball of flame within.

Besides this, he was also assigned a cultivation method.

The method was named the "Yin-Yang Great Joy Ode," precisely the technique of the Hehuan Hall to which Lu Yang had been assigned; it was said to allow one to cultivate true qi and enter the Qi Refining realm.

The old laborer responsible for guiding them led the way while casually remarking: "The fire inside the life token is your life flame; remember to carry it with you at all times. The Sacred Sect's formations, spiritual plants, and spiritual beasts all recognize the token, not the person. If you forget to bring it one day and die within the Sacred Sect, do not blame me for not warning you."

Before long, the group was led to the front of a hall.

Standing before the hall was a plump beauty wearing a long skirt with a slit rising to the root of her thighs; with every glance, she radiated vibrant allure and countless charms.

"Gulp."

Lu Yang clearly heard someone beside him swallow saliva.

Seeing everyone looking, the beauty felt no shame; instead, covering her mouth with a light laugh, she gracefully lifted the side of her skirt with a delicate hand.

Beneath the skirt hem, a jade token hung conspicuously, swaying back and forth before a patch of white, soft flesh.

The name on the token read: Yu Suzhen.

"This place is the Hehuan Hall. I am Yu Suzhen, and I suppose I am your Senior Sister."

The next second, Lu Yang noticed the beauty named Yu Suzhen brighten her eyes; her gaze landed squarely on him, direct and without the slightest concealment.

"This Junior Brother is so handsome; he must be a disciple of our Hehuan Hall."

Yu Suzhen chuckled lightly, then swayed her snake-like waist, her skirt flaps crossing as she walked step by step toward Lu Yang, the flashing white flesh making him dizzy.

"I see you look quite good; come with me, and I will introduce you to the situation in the Hehuan Hall."

Lu Yang hastily cupped his hands: "Thank you, Senior Sister Yu."

"Why so polite?"

Yu Suzhen gave Lu Yang a coquettish glance, then turned around, twisting her snake-like waist, her plump buttocks swaying left and right, stirring intense desire in the hearts of those watching.

Lu Yang, however, dared not look too much and silently followed.

"Disciples of our Sacred Sect are divided into inner and outer; the Outer Sect has four halls: Treasure Refining, Elixir Refining, Beast Taming, and Hehuan. These are where you registered disciples will go."

"Only by passing the trials of the four Outer Sect halls can one enter the Inner Sect, receive true transmission, and become a formal disciple."

"Your luck is not bad; having entered my Hehuan Hall, you will not suffer hardships like those in the other three halls, after all, the trial of the Hehuan Hall is much easier."

Speaking thus, Yu Suzhen suddenly leaned close to Lu Yang.

"Do you want to know what it is?"

The next second, Lu Yang felt a puff of hot breath spray onto his earlobe, while a fragrant scent lingered around his nose; turning to look, he found an exquisite, pretty face right before his eyes.

"Please enlighten me, Senior Sister," Lu Yang said, lifting his head.

"It is dual cultivation."

Her delicate, sweet voice whispered in his ear like a lover's murmur; before the words had even faded, a slender, jade-like hand had already rested on Lu Yang's head.

Slender enough to be held in one grasp~

Lu Yang immediately drew in a sharp breath.

(End of Chapter)