Chapter 1: The Hundred Lives Tome

Chapter 1: The Hundred Lives Tome

The Demon Sect, the Chu Sheng Sect.

Amidst the layers of clouds, the waves roiled with fury, and the myriad peaks stood like islands in the sea of clouds, scattered like pieces on a chessboard.

On the outermost edge of this chessboard, a peak that was noticeably shorter than the others stood, as if its summit had been cut off, leaving only a flat expanse. On this flat summit, flying boats rose and fell, and a line of new probationary disciples stood at attention.

Lv Yang was one of them.

He had just arrived in this world, and upon opening his eyes, he found himself here. The residual memories in his body told him that his current situation was not good.

According to the memories of his predecessor, the Chu Sheng Sect ruled over a kingdom named Chen. Every three years, the Chen Kingdom would send a batch of probationary disciples to the Chu Sheng Sect, in exchange for the sect’s promise of favorable weather and a stable royal family.

At first glance, it seemed like a great opportunity to join a sect and achieve immortality. However, in reality, not a single noble from the Chen Kingdom was willing to come. Only people like Lv Yang, the poor and destitute, were sent as "Blood Offerings."

After all, every three years, thousands of probationary disciples were sent to the Chu Sheng Sect, but the number of formal disciples never significantly increased. Instead, one after another, the probationary disciples disappeared without a trace, as if they had entered not a sanctuary of cultivation, but an endless abyss.

Just thinking about it was enough to send shivers down one's spine.

"No wonder I feel so weak, like my body has been drained."

Lv Yang pinched his arm, which was all soft flesh, not a single hard muscle. He felt even worse when he tried to stand up, only to be met with a sharp pain in his chest.

"The predecessor seems to have been sick, and this illness... damn!"

Lv Yang cursed a few more times. This wasn't just a matter of weakness; it was a life-threatening condition, and he didn't have many days left to live.

Just as Lv Yang was on the brink of despair, feeling that his journey through the realms would end prematurely, a tiny speck of light suddenly appeared before his eyes. It grew rapidly, expanding into a visible screen!

[Name: Lv Yang]

[Lifespan: 18]

[Cultivation: None]

[Talent: None]

[Cultivation Technique: None]

[Abilities: None]

[Artifacts: None]

At that moment, Lv Yang, staring at the system interface before him, felt like crying. Hadn't he heard that there's always a way out of any situation? As long as he wanted to walk, the path would be there!

System, give me some points!

Then, Lv Yang was dumbfounded.

No matter how he searched, he couldn't find the plus sign he had been hoping for in the skill section, not even a minus sign.

"System, where are my points?"

After searching for a long time, Lv Yang had to accept a harsh reality: the personal interface before him had no function to add points.

In other words, if he wanted to improve, he had to do it through his own efforts.

Lv Yang: "..."

Damn it, before I awakened the system, you wanted me to work hard, and now that I have the system, you still want me to work hard. Isn't the system just a waste then?

System, your mother—

[Remaining Pages of the Hundred Lives Tome: 100]

[Hundred Lives Tome: After death, you can return to the initial time point and reincarnate once]

[After reincarnation, you can choose one of the following: your previous artifacts, cultivation, or lifespan, or you can give up all previous gains and awaken a talent.]

Dad, everything is fine.

Lv Yang suddenly became excited. The cycle of a hundred lives was an incredible resource. If used wisely, it could help him soar to great heights!

"Those whose names are called, step forward."

At that moment, a black-robed Daoist, holding a register and a floating lantern, appeared before the crowd, his expression sinister.

"Drop your blood into the lantern beside me to light your Fate Flame. From now on, you will be probationary disciples of the Chu Sheng Sect."

Upon hearing this, no one in the crowd showed any joy.

Most of those sent here had heard of the Chu Sheng Sect's notorious reputation and knew that being a probationary disciple was more of a curse than a blessing.

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

"Chen Liang."

"Here!"

When the black-robed Daoist called out a name, a rosy-cheeked, bright-eyed young Daoist child stood up and skipped to the front.

This child was exceptionally handsome, with bright, expressive eyes and an aura of spirit that even a commoner could sense. His demeanor and intelligence suggested that he would be a prized student in any academy in the mortal world.

Sure enough, the black-robed Daoist was impressed.

"What a talented child!"

"Senior Daoist flatters me", the young Daoist child bowed respectfully, his young voice endearing.

The black-robed Daoist smiled even more broadly.

"Excellent, excellent! The Chu Sheng Sect needs talents like you!"

With that, he drew a line through "Chen Liang" in the register.

Thud!

In the next instant, the young Daoist child, who had just been full of spirit, suddenly rolled his eyes and fell to the ground, lifeless.

After completing this, the black-robed Daoist casually ordered:

"Send his blood and flesh to the Alchemical Pill Hall, his bones and soul to the Alchemical Treasures Hall, and his organs to the Beast Taming Hall. Don't let such a talented child go to waste."

His words left the probationary disciples in shock.

The black-robed Daoist chuckled sinisterly. "Don't misunderstand, fellow disciples."

"The Holy Sect values 'value.' Therefore, a disciple's worth is measured by whether they can create sufficient value for the Holy Sect."

"The disciple just now, a talented child with strong bones, could only create the greatest value for the Holy Sect after death, which is why he died."

"As for you, fellow disciples, with average talents, you can create value for the Holy Sect while alive, so you don't need to worry about such things."

"Next."

The black-robed Daoist continued calling names, and the crowd, though terrified, had no choice but to comply, fearing they would share the same fate as the young Daoist child.

"Lv Yang."

"Here."

Lv Yang stepped forward, his expression respectful.

The black-robed Daoist's gaze immediately fell on Lv Yang's handsome face, initially showing pleasure, but then he examined his physique.

However, he soon shook his head in disappointment.

Clearly, in his eyes, Lv Yang was good-looking but had nothing else to offer.

"Go to the Happionment Hall."

Lv Yang didn't dare to ask more and quickly replied, "Yes."

After the allocation, Lv Yang received a jade plaque. The plaque was almost transparent, with his name engraved on it, and it seemed to contain a flame.

In addition, he was given a cultivation technique.

The technique was called The Grand Treatise of Yin and Yang, the cultivation method for the Happionment Hall, which was said to allow one to cultivate true qi and enter the Qi Gathering Stage.

An old servant, who was guiding them, said casually, "The flame inside the Fate Talisman is your Fate Flame. Remember to carry it with you at all times. The sect's formations and spirit plants and beasts recognize the plaque, not the person. If you forget to bring it one day, don't blame me if you die within the sect."

Soon, the group was led to a grand hall.

Before the hall stood a woman in a long dress, the hem split to her thighs, exuding a sensual charm and grace.

"Throat clearing."

Lv Yang clearly heard someone swallowing their saliva.

Seeing the crowd's gaze, the woman, far from being shy, covered her mouth with a light laugh and lifted the hem of her dress, revealing a jade plaque hanging from her waist, swaying gently.

The plaque read: Yu Suzhen.

"This is the Happionment Hall. I am Yu Suzhen, your senior sister."

In the next moment, Lv Yang noticed Yu Suzhen's eyes brighten as she fixed her gaze on him, unashamed and direct.

"Such a handsome disciple must belong to my Happionment Hall."

Yu Suzhen giggled, then swayed her slim waist, the hem of her dress fluttering, as she walked up to Lv Yang, her movements making him dizzy.

"You look good. Follow me, and I'll introduce you to the Happionment Hall."

Lv Yang hurriedly bowed. "Thank you, Senior Sister Yu."

"Why so formal?"

Yu Suzhen gave Lv Yang a flirtatious glance, then turned and walked away, her ample hips swaying, igniting the desires of those around her.

Lv Yang, however, didn't dare to look more and followed silently.

"In the Holy Sect, disciples are divided into inner and outer sects. The Four Outer Sects—artifacts, alchemy, beast taming, and the Happionment Hall—are where probationary disciples are assigned."

"Only by passing the tests of the Four Outer Sects can one enter the Inner Sect, receive the true teachings, and become a formal disciple."

"You're lucky to be in the Happionment Hall. Unlike the other three halls, you won't have to suffer as much, for the Happionment Hall's tests are much easier."

At this point, Yu Suzhen leaned closer to Lv Yang.

"Do you want to know what they are?"

In the next moment, Lv Yang felt a warm breath on his ear, and the scent of fragrance filled his nose. Turning his head, he saw a delicate, beautiful face close to his.

"Please, Senior Sister, enlighten me."

"It's Dual Cultivation."

Her soft, sweet voice whispered in his ear, like a lover's tender words. Before he could react, a delicate hand was already resting on his head.

A gentle touch—

Lv Yang gasped.

(End of Chapter)

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