Yin Sha Sect

Chapter 1: Yin Sha Sect

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West of Kang Prefecture, the Hengduan Mountain Range, known as the Heavenly Veins, is world-renowned for its magnificence, peril, and ferocity.

Its magnificence lies in its main ridge, stretching over 380,000 li north to south, its spine connecting to Heaven and Earth, so vast that birds exhaust themselves before crossing. Its peril stems from countless Branches, crisscrossing mountains and ridges numbering in the millions. Sheer cliffs and bottomless ravines are commonplace, impossible for even mountain apes to scale. Its ferocity is evident in countless miasmic valleys, poisonous swamps, and treacherous peaks, where Demon Beasts reign supreme and Monsters run rampant. Even those who have achieved cultivation would be utterly annihilated if they ventured in and made the slightest mistake.

Closer to the southern end lies a Branch named the Yin Sha Mountain Range. This vein snakes northeast for over 30,000 li. Within the angle formed with the main ridge lies a vast area. The warm southeast monsoon is blocked, and the scorching southwest wind cannot penetrate. This region is perpetually swept by howling northerly winds, which, due to the peculiar terrain, are forced to eddy and swirl within this very angle. Consequently, this place is filled with chilling winds year-round, the Sha Wind whistling incessantly.

Legend also has it that countless Young Men ago, the once-dominant Great Shang Empire suffered a crushing defeat. Millions of troops, protecting the Shang Emperor and over a million noble Clans, fled for refuge and accidentally entered this seemingly spacious gorge, only to find themselves in a dead end. Naturally, these nearly four to five million people, along with their pursuers, engaged in a cataclysmic battle here. Afterward, the land was strewn with corpses, and countless ghosts wailed in anguish.

Time has passed, and the Great Shang Empire has long since vanished, unknown Young Men ago. The victorious Great Chen Empire, after thousands of years of glory, also dissipated into smoke over 30,000 years ago.

Now, this vast region, known as Yin Sha Valley, has become increasingly Yin Sha and cold, growing more Ghostly. It is nighttime, dark clouds obscure the sun, rendering vision impossible. Among the valleys and hills, the Sha Wind howls, ghosts cry like wolves, and Phantoms abound. Ordinary people would have their livers and gallbladders shattered upon hearing such sounds.

Yet, amidst this scene of countless Devils and Myriad Ghosts emerging, a mountain in the center of Yin Sha Valley, its peak artificially flattened, is unusually lively.

This was once a mountain spanning hundreds of li. Someone, wielding immense Spiritual Power, had somehow sliced off nearly half of it. Upon this platform stand majestic halls and countless exquisite pavilions. However, while these halls are grand, they exude an eerie chill and heavy Qi. The pavilions are ingenious, but their detailed carvings depict nothing but skulls, Fierce Ghosts, or malevolent gods, Fierce Demons. Especially the archway at the main entrance, hundreds of feet high, appears to be constructed from countless white bones, with ferocious Vengeful Souls nailed into it, howling and crying, struggling and cursing. Anyone who approaches is often ensnared and dragged by thousands of Vengeful Souls, devoured without a trace within mere breaths.

At the highest point of the archway, the chilling inscription reads the three giant characters "Yin Sha Sect". Upon closer inspection, each character seems alive, wriggling slightly. Occasionally, a Zhang of blurred, ferocious human faces can be seen, exuding an overwhelming malevolent energy at all times. These are the ancestors of several righteous sects, Yin Sha Sect had annihilated, whose Nascent Souls were later refined by the Myriad Sha Array for years to form ghost infants. These ghost infants not only endure the torment of Yin Sha refining their bodies ceaselessly but are also forced to fight desperately against enemies when the sect is attacked. Truly, life is worse than death.

All these scenes seem to form a scroll painting of a human hell.

July 14th.

Every tenth year on this day, it is a grand occasion for Yin Sha Sect. Normally, the Ancestors from various peaks, caves, and valleys would gather to exchange insights and treasures. Of course, the most important event is the decennial Disciple allocation day.

For any sect to endure and expand, it cannot rely on just one or two experts. The inheritance of a Sect is considered a grand ceremony by every sect, regardless of whether it is a righteous or Evil Sect. Cultivation, so-called Cultivation, is not something everyone is qualified for. To Cultivate, one must possess a Spiritual Root. However, among ordinary people, those with Spiritual Roots are less than one in ten thousand. And of those with Spiritual Roots, nine out of ten have inferior Spiritual Roots, making them incapable of cultivation. Among the remaining one, their quality varies.

Therefore, Yin Sha Sect has a large contingent of personnel who, Inside and outside their sphere of influence, tirelessly scour for children possessing Spiritual Roots for the sect. Within their sphere of influence, they can openly recruit. However, outside their control, they resort to stealth and abduction, employing every Law to acquire them.

Within Yin Sha Sect's sphere of influence, they control three to four major nations and six to seven smaller ones, with a total population of one billion. Yet, even among these billion people, only six to seven hundred children suitable for cultivation can be provided every ten years. Coupled with the Clan Members sent by the various branches and Clans under Yin Sha Sect's command, and those abducted from outside their territory, the most recorded intake was just over nine hundred children.

This time, the total is seven hundred and sixteen.

Lei Dong's face was pale. In fact, any thirteen-year-old child would fare worse than him in such a place, surrounded by eerie green Firelight, with Myriad Ghosts howling, resembling a true inferno.

Other children had already started crying. However, after the child who cried the loudest had his head severed by a sword, the hundreds of children, either stunned by fear or effectively taught by the example, fell silent.

Lei Dong's paleness was partly due to being genuinely terrified by this sinister and frightening place, and partly due to immense disappointment. Ever since transmigrating to this ancient-like world, he had harbored dreams of living a remarkable life, like other transmigrators, experiencing a grand and eventful existence. To this end, he had never stopped strengthening his body since he could walk, hoping to use it to kill enemies on the battlefield and achieve great deeds. Although his family was not exceptionally wealthy, they were well-off enough to provide for his basic needs. Thus, at a young age, he had trained himself to be tall and sturdy, resembling a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy.

Upon suddenly gaining the qualification for Cultivation, and after his Spiritual Root was detected, Lei Dong was ecstatic, unable to contain himself. He had initially thought this world was one of warring ancient kingdoms. He never expected that the immortals, only appearing in legends, were real.

He couldn't help but be moved. Even with his transmigator advantage, if he was lucky, he might become a wealthy lord. If he was luckier, he might be enfeoffed as a king or general. If his luck was truly extreme, he might even become an emperor. A hundred years of life pass in a flash.

However, once he knew this world had cultivators and he was fortunate enough to obtain the qualification, Lei Dong naturally began to fantasize. A handsome and refined man, clad in white robes, hands behind his back, stepping on a Flying Sword, fighting Monsters, leveling up, wooing beautiful women, and most importantly, achieving immortality. Truly the ultimate enjoyment.

But he never expected that after two years of concentrated training, he would be brought to this ghost place today. Yin Sha Sect—the name alone suggested it wasn't a righteous sect. Looking at the environment, the attire of the people, either sinister and Qi-filled or wicked and Sha-like gods. And the red and black Uniforms adorned with Yin Sha Fierce Ghosts. It was clear this was an evil sect.

It seemed the Books always said that evil couldn't suppress righteousness, and those seemingly powerful ghost Devil evil cultivators would ultimately perish at the hands of righteous sects. While the Books could be disregarded for now, the thought of the white-robed Fairy sisters he had coveted for nearly two years crossed his mind. Seeing him in this evil sect, they probably wouldn't let him pursue them. Perhaps they would say, "Devil, take this sword!" and then Flying Swords would whiz towards him.

The thought of this made Lei Dong's mouth involuntarily turn bitter.

What made him even more bitter was that these over seven hundred Young Man children were gathered in a circle, with a fighting arena dozens of feet in circumference in the center. As expected of an Evil Sect, even the fighting arena was built with a bizarre and evil Beguiler, inlaid with countless Withered Bones and corpses, emitting a faint green light, with a ghost wind rustling.

On the fighting stage, two Disciples around twenty years old were locked in combat. One tall Disciple, holding a sword seal, was commanding a Small Sword emitting a faint green light, which danced and chased a short, stocky Disciple. At the same time, he chuckled sinisterly, "Junior Brother, why don't you surrender obediently and avoid being pierced through the heart by my Ghost Fire Sword and having your soul refined to death by Netherflame."

The tall Disciple's Ghost Fire Sword was exceptionally agile, flying like birds and fish. This Flying Sword was incredibly sharp, easily slicing through gold and iron. Its most vicious aspect was being tempered with Netherflame; upon contact, it didn't burn the Body but specifically scorched the soul. The Pain to the soul was ten times greater than that to the body. Ordinary people who came into contact with it would instantly die of agony, their faces contorted, their bodies scratched until no intact flesh remained, truly vicious.

The Ghost Fire Sword was one of Yin Sha Sect's signature Flying Swords, and many Disciples chose to refine it due to its immense power. However, due to varying Artifact Refining skill levels and material quality, their strength naturally differed.

The shorter one also had a Ghost Fire Sword, but not long ago, during a sword fight with the taller Disciple, it was sliced in two after less than a moment's resistance, falling to the ground like a dead fish. Its green light completely dimmed after a few struggles. Clearly, there was a difference in the quality of their Ghost Fire Swords.

Now, the shorter one was fleeing in a sorry state around the arena. However, his footwork was still quite nimble, allowing him to narrowly evade most of the Ghost Fire Sword attacks. On the few occasions he couldn't escape, a silver shield, covered in ferocious Demon and ghost reliefs, would suddenly appear to block a blow for him. Unfortunately, after blocking several attacks, the silver shield was already covered in cracks and was no longer usable.

People's hearts often sympathize with the weak, especially many of the Young Man children. Lei Dong and the others, forced to watch, and after hearing a stiff-faced person explain why they were having a fight, most couldn't help but feel sympathy for the disadvantaged shorter Disciple.

However, Lei Dong had a different perspective. The shorter Disciple, though fleeing in a disheveled manner, had a solemn expression and showed no signs of fear, seemingly having some hidden moves. Otherwise, in this kind of battle where one could surrender, continuing to fight would not only be meaningless but also potentially life-threatening.

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