The Demon Sect's Chuansheng Abbey loomed above churning clouds, their waves crashing like an angry sea. Peaks of breathtaking scenery dotted the horizon—scattered like islands in a tempest, or pieces on a vast chessboard.
On the outermost edge of this "board" stood a peak noticeably shorter than the others, as if someone had sliced off its summit, leaving only a flat expanse. Here, flying boats ascended and descended, while newly arrived nameless disciples lined up in silent rows.
Lv Yang was among them.
He'd just transmigrated—opening his eyes to find himself stranded in this place. Residual memories from the original body painted a grim picture: his situation was farfrom fortunate.
From those fragmented recollections: Chuansheng Abbey ruled over a mortal kingdom called Chen. Every three years, Chen sent batches of nameless disciples to the abbey… and in return, the abbey "guaranteed" the kingdom favorable weather and a stable imperial family.
At first glance, this sounded like a blessing—entry into an immortal sect, the promise of eternal life.
Reality was far darker. None of Chen's nobles volunteered. Only paupers like Lv Yang were sent as blood offerings.
After all, tens of thousands of nameless disciples poured into Chuansheng Abbey yearly… yet the number of official disciples never grew. The nameless simply vanished—one after another—like they'd entered not a sacred site, but a bottomless abyss.
Just thinking about it sent shivers down his spine.
"No wonder I'm so weak… feels like my body's been hollowed out…" Lv Yang pinched his arm—all soft flesh, no muscle. Worse, when he tried to stand, a sharp pain lanced through his chest.
The original body was sick… shit!
He cursed under his breath. This wasn't just weakness—it was death's door. Days left, maybe hours.
Just as despair flooded him, convinced he'd die mere moments after transmigrating—
A tiny dot appeared before his eyes. It swelled rapidly, forming a screen visible to the naked eye in an instant:
[Name: Lv Yang]
[Lifespan: 18]
[Cultivation: None]
[Talent: None]
[Techniques: None]
[Abilities: None]
[Treasures: None]
Lv Yang stared. Heaven never seals off all exits!If he wanted a path, it would appear—
"System, give me points!"
Then he froze.
He searched left, right, up, down. No plus sign. Not even a minus.
"No—system, where's the point addition?!"
After ages of hunting, he had to admit the truth: this personal panel had no leveling function.
In other words: improve on his own.
Lv Yang: "..."
Fuck. Before the system, you told me to work hard. Now I have the system—and you still want me to work? What's the point?!
System, fuck your mother—
[Remaining Pages of The Book of a Hundred Lifetimes: 100]
[The Book of a Hundred Lifetimes: Return to the initial time point and restart life after death.]
[Upon restart: Choose one reward from previous life's treasures/cultivation/lifespan… OR abandon all gains to awaken a talent.]
Dad, it's okay.
Lv Yang perked up. A hundred reincarnations—what endless wealth!* If he played it smart, he could soar to the heavens.
"Those called, step forward."
A black-clad Daoist appeared—holding a register, a candle lantern floating beside him, his expression sinister.
"Drop your blood into my Life Lamp. Light the Life Fire, and you'll be Chuansheng Abbey's nameless disciples."
No one cheered. Most knew the abbey's fearsome reputation—these "disciples" brought disaster, not fortune.
The Daoist ignored them and called names:
"Chen Liang."
"Here!"
A rosy-lipped, white-toothed boy skipped forward—strikingly handsome, with eyes that seemed to hold starlight. Even mortals could feel his spiritual aura; he looked precocious, the kind of child academies fought over in the mortal world.
The Daoist's face lit up: "What a natural spiritual prodigy!"
"Senior Daoist, you flatter me," the boy bowed, his childish voice softening hearts.
The Daoist laughed harder. "Good. Chuansheng Abbey needs talents like you!"
He took a brush and crossed out Chen Liangfrom the register.
Plop.
Without warning, the boy's eyes rolled back. He collapsed—dead.
The Daoist shrugged. "Send his blood/flesh to Alchemy Hall, bones/soul to Artifact Refinement Hall, organs to Beast Taming Hall. Don't waste such talent."
His casual words left the crowd dumbfounded.
The Daoist chuckled eerily. "Don't misunderstand, juniors. The Abbey values worth. We judge disciples by how much value they bring. That boy? A prodigy—only dead could he give maximum value. You? Mediocre. Alive, you'll serve. No need to worry."
"Next."
The Daoist continued. The crowd wore terror but obeyed—afraid of meeting Chen Liang's fate.
"Lv Yang."
"Here."
Lv Yang stepped forward, respectful.
The Daoist's gaze lingered on his handsome face—flickered with brief interest, then hardened as he checked Lv Yang's frame.
Disappointment. Clearly: Lv Yang was justpretty.
"Go to the Union of Joy Hall."
Lv Yang dared not ask. "Yes."
After assignments, Lv Yang received a jade token—almost transparent, his name carved into it, a sealed flame swirling within. He also got a technique: The Great Joy of Yin and Yang, the Union of Joy's manual. Rumor said it built true qi for the Qi Refinement Realm.
An old servant led the way, casual: "The Life Fire's in your token. Keep it close. The Abbey's formations, plants, beasts—recognize tokens, not people. Forget it and die? Don't blame me."
Soon, they reached a hall. Standing guard was a plump beauty in a long dress—skirt slit to mid-thigh, her gaze alluring, radiating charm that made hearts race.
Gulp…Lv Yang heard someone swallow hard.
She noticed the stares—didn't blush. Instead, she giggled, covering her mouth as she lifted her skirt, revealing soft curves. Beneath hung a jade token: Yu Suzhen.
"This is the Union of Joy Hall. I'm Yu Suzhen—your senior sister."
Her eyes lit up, fixed on Lv Yang—direct, unhidden.
"What a handsome junior… definitely mine."
She giggled, twisting her waist as she approached—her curves making Lv Yang dizzy.
"You're good-looking. Come—I'll explain the Hall."
Lv Yang cupped his hands. "Thank you, Senior Sister Yu."
"Why so polite?" She shot him a coquettish glance, turned, and swayed her hips—making the men around her flush.
Lv Yang dared not look. He followed silently.
"Our Abbey has inner/outer divisions. The outer four—Artifact Refinement, Alchemy, Beast Taming, Union of Joy—are for you nameless disciples. Pass trials, enter the inner door, get true teachings, become official. You're lucky—Union of Joy's trials are easy…"
She leaned close. "Want to know why?"
Hot breath hit his ear. Fragrance swirled. He turned—a delicate face inches away.
"Dual cultivation."
A sweet, seductive whisper—like a lover's murmur. Before he reacted, her slender hand cupped his head—small enough to hold.
Lv Yang sucked in a sharp breath.