Sword Sect Servant

"Yang Chen? Yang Chen!"

Hearing the shouts by his ear, Yang Chen jolted, his unfocused eyes snapping back to reality.

"Stop spacing out and hurry up and follow,"

A tall, thin young man spoke quickly, then immediately followed the surging crowd walking into the distance.

"Where is this...?"

Watching the tall, thin young man leave, a hint of confusion flashed in Yang Chen's eyes. If he remembered correctly, he should have been sleeping at home right now.

Suddenly, a sharp pain struck.

Yang Chen grunted, clutching his head as he squatted down. A jumble of chaotic memories surged like a tide, almost bursting his head, as if someone was stabbing his brain with needles.

"Feng Country..."

"Yuzhou..."

A massive amount of memories forcefully flooded his consciousness. Fortunately, the intense pain came and went quickly. In just a few breaths, it vanished without a trace.

Yang Chen squatted on the ground, gasping for air. His face was devoid of color, but the memories that had appeared in his mind allowed him to understand his current situation.

"Yang Chen, hurry up and catch up!"

As Yang Chen was lost in thought, the tall, thin young man's voice called out again, this time with a hint of urgency.

"Coming!"

Yang Chen took a deep breath and quickly hurried to catch up.

"What's wrong? Your face looks so pale,"

When Yang Chen caught up to the group, the tall, thin young man, Zhu Xi, asked with a frown.

"I'm fine."

Zhu Xi didn't comment and didn't press further. Instead, he comforted Yang Chen, "If anything's bothering you, remember to tell me. We're from Fulong County, after all. We should help each other out."

"Okay."

Yang Chen nodded and fell silent.

His mental state was very poor right now. To avoid revealing any flaws, he could only minimize the time spent talking.

Following behind the group, his mind was in turmoil.

He had transmigrated, possessing the body of a sixteen-year-old with the same name.

He was surprisingly adaptable to the transmigration. For him, although arriving in another world was sudden, he was generally happy to accept it.

Before his transmigration, he was just an insignificant nobody with no family, a mere scrap on the fringes of society. Being able to live another life in another world was a gain no matter what.

However, his heart was not calm because this world was very dangerous.

This was a world where martial power reigned supreme. Flying through the sky, burrowing underground, splitting mountains, and shattering seas were not legends but realities.

In other words, whether ordinary people could live out their natural lives depended purely on luck.

To control one's own destiny, one could only embark on the path of martial arts, continuously cultivating to enhance one's strength.

Therefore, everyone in this world shared the same goal: the pursuit of martial arts.

And the previous owner of this body was one of the countless people, fortunate enough to pass the assessment of the Sun Moon Sword Sect today and become a servant disciple of this ancient power.

They were now in a mountain peak within the Sun Moon Sword Sect's territory, named Nineteenth Servant Peak.

Although they were servant disciples, Yang Chen was still pleasantly surprised.

The Sun Moon Sword Sect had a deep foundation. He didn't know exactly how powerful it was, but in Feng Country, his former hometown, it was a supreme existence.

Being a servant disciple of this overlord-level power was already an opportunity that countless people envied.

This meant that one day, he might be able to access more profound and unfathomable cultivation techniques, having more opportunities for advancement than ordinary martial artists outside.

"From today onwards, you are disciples of Nineteenth Peak, Area 8. Everyone line up and receive your new disciple supplies in order."

Without realizing it, Yang Chen and the others had arrived at a residential area.

He suppressed the myriad thoughts in his heart and obediently joined the end of a line to receive supplies.

While waiting in line, he did not forget to observe his surroundings.

There were at least four to five hundred servant disciples like him here, both male and female, all around his age.

Hundreds of people were divided into three lines. At the front of the lines, three tables were set up. Currently, three young men in green robes with indifferent expressions were sitting there, distributing supplies for new disciples to each disciple.

Yang Chen watched for a moment, and the thoughts he had suppressed earlier resurfaced. He couldn't help but wonder with anticipation if he, too, would one day be able to fly through the sky and escape underground.

Having come to this world and joined the Sun Moon Sword Sect, he naturally wished to become one of those supreme figures who could crush mountains with their fists and command the world.

"Keep going!"

Yang Chen silently encouraged himself.

The line gradually moved forward. After an unknown amount of time, it was his turn.

"Name?"

The green-robed youth at the table asked indifferently. Yang Chen, who had been observing from behind for a long time, already knew the rules. He respectfully replied, "Yang Chen."

The green-robed youth carefully checked the roster. After confirming, he took a new disciple's supplies from the table and handed them over, while also instructing:

"Wait to the side. Steward Lin will speak shortly."

"Okay."

Yang Chen took the supplies and walked to the side, waiting patiently.

This was the first day of entering the sect. The disciples didn't know each other and stood separately, with very little conversation.

Zhu Xi did say a couple of words to Yang Chen, but seeing that Yang Chen wasn't very talkative, he didn't say much more.

After a long while, once everyone had received their sect entry supplies, the three green-robed youths magically put away the tables and chairs in front of them. Then, they respectfully looked into the distance.

Yang Chen followed their gaze and saw a young man in flowing white robes, with a handsome and elegant demeanor, approaching slowly.

Though described as slow, his speed was actually extremely fast. One moment he was dozens of feet away, and the next he was standing before everyone.

Yang Chen and the other disciples, many of them, rubbed their eyes, their expressions filled with shock.

As the white-robed youth drew near, a green-robed youth with a somewhat effeminate face respectfully said, "Senior Brother Lin, all supplies have been distributed."

The white-robed youth nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over Yang Chen and the group of young boys and girls with their tender faces.

"I am Lin Chuan, the steward of Area 8, Nineteenth Servant Peak."

Facing hundreds of pairs of eyes, the white-robed youth's voice spread out calmly, "First, congratulations on passing the Sun Moon Sword Sect's assessment and becoming a servant disciple. This is a brand new starting point, and I sincerely hope you will all achieve success in your cultivation."

"Today is your first day in the sect. As per tradition, I will state a few points of attention here."

Yang Chen and the others immediately focused their attention, afraid of missing any crucial information.

"Firstly, I don't care what your identity was before entering the sect, whether you were a villager from the mountains or the child of royalty. Since you have come to the Sun Moon Sword Sect, you must abide by the sect's rules. Any behavior that provokes the sect's rules will be severely punished. At best, you will be expelled from the sect; at worst, you will be killed on the spot. I hope you will engrave this in your hearts."

Lin Chuan stood with his hands behind his back. Although his voice was not loud, it reached everyone's ears precisely.

The disciples who heard this all pursed their lips tightly. Yang Chen was no exception. He knew well that this world had strict hierarchies, and all status and position were closely related to strength.

As he was now, a trivial servant disciple, obeying the sect's rules was an ironclad law.

Lin Chuan paused, giving everyone ample time to digest the information.

"Secondly, servant disciples must complete the tasks assigned by the sect daily. Tasks will be summarized each month. If you fail to complete a task once in a month, your cultivation resources for the next month will be halved. If you fail twice, your resources will be deducted. If you fail three times, you will be expelled from the sect."

At this statement, many faces changed color, and some even became fearful, worried that one day they might fail a task and suffer punishment.

Lin Chuan observed this scene and calmly said, "Finally, you have five years. Within five years, if you cultivate to the Blood Martial Ninth Level, you will have the opportunity to be promoted to an outer disciple. This opportunity arises once a year."

"If any of you can cultivate to the Blood Martial Ninth Level within one year, it means you have five opportunities!"

"After five years, anyone who has not cultivated to the Blood Martial Ninth Level or failed to be promoted to an outer disciple will be considered to have automatically forfeited their status as a servant disciple of the Sun Moon Sword Sect."

"Do you all understand?"

"We understand!"

Slightly chaotic replies rose one after another.

Lin Chuan glanced at everyone and said calmly, "Since you understand, you may disperse. Gather here at the hour of Mao, the first quarter [5:15 AM]. You will be assigned tasks then."