[Talent 3: Divine Revelation Reading
Level: Lv3 (6/8)
Ability 1: Martial Arts Creation Lv12 (223/3986) (Expandable)
[Talent 4: Achieving the Dao Through Anger
Level: Lv3 (5/8)
Ability 1: Martial Arts Creation Lv9 (873/992) (Expandable)
[Talent 5: Stunning Everyone with a Single Cry
Level: Lv3 (2/8)
Ability 1: Lie Dormant Lv7 (239/248) (Expandable)
[Talent 6: Hundred-Lifetime Reincarnation
Level: Lv1 (1/2)
Ability 1: Hundred-Lifetime Body Lv2 (1/4): After death, the user can be reborn once. Currently, the maximum number of uses is eighteen.
[Talent 7: Reincarnation Inheritance
Level: Lv1 (1/2)
Ability 1: Inherited Body Lv2 (1/4): Upon being reborn, one can inherit 60% of their previous cultivation level and take one item with them.
Chen Du stared at the long array of panels in front of him, a surge of indescribable pride welling up inside him.
[World's Spiritual Endowment] grants him a new talent with each new realm he enters.
[Divine Revelation Reading] allows him to instantly dismantle any cultivation technique he sees, and the Achieving the Dao Through Anger and Stunning Everyone with a Single Cry allow him to unleash his full potential even in dire straits!
[Hundred-Lifetime Reincarnation], giving him eighteen chances to start over.
[Reincarnation Inheritance] can also take away 60% of one's cultivation level.
These talents, if given to anyone else, would be enough to make people fight tooth and nail for them.
With such extraordinary talent, it would be a joke if he couldn't make a name for himself in the Motian Sect.
Foundation Establishment? In the past, Wang Dong cultivated diligently for nine lifetimes, but he couldn't even get close to the Foundation Establishment stage.
But now, with all that he's accumulated, he should be able to relax easily.
Golden Core?
Nascent Soul?
Even Deification?!
This Red Sun Immortal Realm is far more advanced than any world he had ever been to before.
The higher the goal, the more he wanted to climb.
Moreover, there are still three days before the spirit testing platform opens.
Three days later, he was going to write the name "Wang Dong" into the roster of the Motian Sect.
Three days later.
The ceremony was held below the spirit-testing platform, and the dusty square was filled with teenagers of similar age to Chen Du.
A senior disciple from the outer sect of the Motian Sect stood on the high platform, recited a string of rules with a blank expression, and then everyone swore an oath in unison.
It was called a vow, but it was really just a formality.
Chen Du mingled in the crowd, recited a few lines, and was thus accepted into the sect.
He was assigned to Butterfly Dragon Peak!
Butterfly Dragon Peak is neither the best nor the worst among the peaks. Its terrain is gentle, but its spiritual energy is much richer than that at the foot of the mountain.
As you walk up the stone steps, you'll see a vine with purple flowers growing on both sides. When the wind blows, the petals fall like butterfly wings, and a faint, bitter fragrance fills the air.
This is probably... the origin of the name Butterfly Dragon Peak.
Upon reaching the summit, Chen Du first went to the Hall of Affairs to collect his identity token.
The token was cast from black iron, with his name and the peak he belonged to engraved on the front, and a fierce dragon coiled on the back.
Without even looking up, the disciple tossed him a storage bag, a set of gray disciple robes, two bottles of Gathering Qi Pills, and a cultivation manual.
He took the items, thanked them, and followed the directions to the Spirit Beast Hall.
In the courtyard of the Spirit Beast Hall, there were several rows of iron cages, each containing various young beasts.
When it was Chen Du's turn, the senior disciple in charge of distributing the items glanced at him and casually picked up a small, grayish creature from the cage on the far side and tossed it to him.
Chen Du caught it and saw that it was a palm-sized lizard covered with fine, dark scales. Its four claws were icy cold, and it was hissing and flicking its long, thin tongue at him.
It doesn't look very impressive.
The senior brother didn't even look up, and directly introduced, "Earthscale Lizard, it only needs to eat spirit stones, it's easy to raise."
It seems that these newly initiated disciples are like wheat, plentiful every year, harvested in one crop each year.
Chen Du put the Earthscale Lizard into his spirit beast bag. After returning to the stone house assigned to him, he first changed into his gray clothes, then placed the token, pills, and cultivation manual on the table and examined them one by one.
The Earthscale Lizard poked its head out of the spirit beast pouch, its beady eyes curiously looking around.
Chen Du's gaze fell back on the items on the table. The Gathering Qi Pill was in a celadon bottle. He poured out one of them; it was grayish-white and emitted a very faint luster.
He held it to his nose and smelled it. It wasn't the scent of medicine, but a very faint smell... like burnt bones mixed with some kind of oil.
He slowly gripped the pill, and Wang Dong's memories flooded back like a tide.
These Gathering Qi Pills are refined using a person's True Essence and flesh.
Most of those who were refined into pills were not ordinary people captured from outside, nor were they prisoners of small worlds that had been breached. Instead, they were outer Qi Refining of the Motian Sect!
Those who failed the assessment, whose cultivation was ruined, who were executed for breaking the rules, and who died mysteriously during missions—all their bodies were collected and sent to the alchemy room.
They drained his True Essence, refined his blood, stripped away his soul, ground his bones into powder, and boiled his flesh and blood into a paste, finally creating these grayish-white Gathering Qi Pills.
Outer disciples are like firewood for the sect when they are alive, and they are the same when they die.
The Motian Sect never wastes a single thing!
A fine iron short sword, the leather on the scabbard is made of tanned human skin.
The person who provided this skin was most likely an outer disciple who wore gray robes just like him.
The catalytic process of the Earthscale Lizard in the spirit beast pouch may also involve some unclear or ambiguous factors.
Wang Dong had a very vague memory: in one of his past lives, there was a boy in his room whose cultivation was stuck at the third level of Qi Refining. He disappeared suddenly after half a year.
When Wang Dong went to the alchemy room to collect the medicine, he saw several pieces of unburnt bone fragments in the ditch outside the room, along with half a piece of gray cloth cuff, exactly the same as the clothes the boy often wore.
There are many such examples among the nine generations.
For example, when an outer sect Qi Refining disciple dies, his body will be dragged away by the patrol puppets within twelve hours and sent to the "Return-to-Origin Array" at the bottom of each mountain peak.
That formation was formed by 108 bronze pillars, the pillars of which were engraved with Spirit-Devouring Inscription.
The corpse was thrown into the center of the array, and the copper pillar lit up at the same time. The True Essence power that the deceased had left in his meridians and flesh were forcibly pulled out like peeling silk from a cocoon and flowed into the Spirit-Storage Pearl at the top of the pillar along the patterns.
The process didn't even spare the dead; it was like pressing oil, until the corpses were shriveled up and no more spiritual energy could be squeezed out, before they were sent to the alchemy room to be melted down and boiled into ointment.
The Return-to-Origin Array also contains a Soul-Suppressing Banner. When a corpse first enters the formation, the soul that has not yet dissipated will instinctively try to escape.
Once the banner is shaken, countless fine gray threads, as thin as spider silk, emerge, wrapping the soul layer by layer and pulling it back into the banner.
The soul wailed within the banner, its consciousness slowly eroded, refined into the purest "Soul Fluid."
Soul Fluid is a superior medicinal catalyst and also a good material for refining weapons.
Although the Soul Fluid of outer disciples is of poor quality, it has the advantage of large quantity, and the supply can not meet the demand.
Those who fared even worse were not quite dead.
Disciples who commit serious offenses will be hung on Soul Pillar outside the Law Enforcement Hall; their souls will be extracted before they are killed.
There are nine Soul-Locking Nails on the Soul Pillar. With each nail driven in, the soul is torn apart a little.
The executioner would force the condemned to voluntarily release all their True Essence to fill the energy storage device in front of them, while drawing it out and asking, "Are you willing to return all your cultivation to your sect?"
The disciple was in a state worse than death, and in the end, he would often cry out not for mercy, but the name of a fellow disciple or relative.
Once he breathed his last, the Soul-Locking Nails on the Soul Pillar would rotate on their own, pulverizing his last few wisps of soul and completely collecting them at the bottom of the pillar.
He didn't dare to think about it at the time, but he gradually came to understand later.
Chen Du believed that Wang Dong had died in the outer sect in his previous nine lives, and that his corpse in each life had probably been recycled and refined.
The Ten-Life Bottle can only allow his True Spirit to return, but those nine corpses have probably already become part of some kind of elixir.
Chen Du gently placed the pill back into the bottle, his movements very slow.
He knew in his heart that his current identity was also that of an outer sect Qi Refining disciple.
In the eyes of the Motian Sect, there was little difference between him and that grayish-white pill.
The sect raises them like pigs; if they become spoiled, they are slaughtered.
What many disciples need to do is avoid becoming the next batch of materials.
And now, the ruthless Motian Sect has welcomed an extraordinary talent like Chen Du!
For Chen Du, it was a must-win situation!