Azure Cloud Sect

At this moment, the Azure Cloud Sect was bustling with noise and excitement, with a long line of youths who looked no older than eighteen snaking through the sect grounds.

"I've transmigrated?"

Within the line, a young man looked around, his face filled with bewilderment.

Suddenly, a torrent of memories surged into his mind, and the next moment, the young man's eyes gradually brightened.

"Good grief, I actually transmigrated into a world of cultivation, and I'm just a lowly Chore Disciple who just joined the Azure Cloud Sect?"

Ye Lin muttered to himself.

A world of cultivation—where the strong could decide the life and death of billions with a single thought, and the weak could only struggle to survive in the cracks.

It was a world of pure survival of the fittest.

"Here, this is yours, take good care of it."

At this moment, a middle-aged man in a white robe standing at the front handed Ye Lin a white pill and instructed him.

Ye Lin took the pill, nodded, and then left the line.

Having been baptized by the memories, Ye Lin knew very well that what he had just received was the exclusive pill for Chore Disciples: the Qi Gathering Pill.

Although it was not graded, it could strengthen the body for a mortal.

Aside from spirit stones, the grades of all treasures in the world were divided into: Yellow, Profound, Earth, Heaven, and Immortal.

Each major category was further divided into low-tier, mid-tier, and high-tier.

Holding the pill along with the clothes and token that had just been distributed to him, Ye Lin headed toward his living quarters.

However, just then, a burly man walked toward him. Ye Lin glanced at him out of curiosity before looking away.

Yet, the burly man walked straight toward him.

"Did you collect your Qi Gathering Pill?"

The burly man arrived in front of Ye Lin and asked with a frown.

Looking at the muscular man before him, Ye Lin couldn't help but feel a heavy sense of oppression.

"I did."

Ye Lin replied politely.

"Very good. Hand over the pill as protection money for being a new arrival."

The burly man stretched out a palm as large as a fan and spoke to Ye Lin.

Hearing this, Ye Lin raised his head and looked the burly man straight in the eye. Suddenly, a transparent panel appeared before him.

Name: Zhang Liang Cultivation: Qi Refining Level 3 Fate Grade: White (Mediocre) Destiny Traits: [Small Fortune] [Heaven-Shocking Blade Technique] Fate: Descends the mountain for training in three years, provokes a disciple from a major sect, and is ruthlessly killed. Recent Opportunity: While cultivating at the Back Mountain at night, he discovers a cloth bag under a stone tablet containing ten Low-Tier Spirit Stones. After absorbing the spirit stones, his cultivation surges to Qi Refining Level 5.

[Small Fortune]: Possesses some luck; always manages to pick something up when going out. [Heaven-Shocking Blade Technique]: Has a unique insight into blades and progresses rapidly on the path of the blade.

Looking at the transparent panel before him, Ye Lin was startled. Could this be his golden finger?

Ye Lin then lowered his head to look at his own toes, and a transparent panel appeared before him as well.

Name: Ye Lin Cultivation: None Fate Grade: Black (Cursed with Misfortune) Destiny Traits: [Cursed with Bad Luck] [Divine Comprehension] Fate: Because he refuses to submit to the Zhang Liang before him and vows not to hand over the Qi Gathering Pill, he is ruthlessly crippled by Zhang Liang. Recent Opportunity: None

[Cursed with Bad Luck]: Poor luck; for instance, guaranteed to trip while walking, guaranteed to be cheated on if married. [Divine Comprehension]: Transcendental comprehension; learns various techniques at an extremely fast speed. For the same technique, while others take three months to master it, you only need a few days.

Fate grades are divided into: Black, White, Green, Blue, Purple, Yellow, Red, and Gold.

The level of one's fate grade concerns the destiny of one's entire life; a Gold fate grade belongs to those favored by the Heavenly Dao.

However, this "Cursed with Bad Luck" trait was truly a bit absurd.

Checking the panel had only taken a few seconds, and just then, another Chore Disciple walked up from behind Ye Lin.

The Chore Disciple, who had just finished collecting his pill, was walking along with a grin.

"Even though I'm just a Chore Disciple, it's not bad to have pills to collect."

The Chore Disciple said with a grin.

"Hand over the pill in your hand; it's the protection fee for new disciples."

At this moment, Zhang Liang, who was in front of Ye Lin, stepped forward to block the Chore Disciple's path.

"On what grounds? This is a pill issued by the sect. Besides, what protection fee? I've never heard of such a thing."

The blocked disciple questioned Zhang Liang, who frowned upon hearing this.

Without hesitation, Zhang Liang stepped forward, snatched the Qi Gathering Pill from the disciple's hand, and delivered a kick straight to his chest.

The disciple was sent flying, crashing heavily onto the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

"On what grounds? On the grounds that my fists are bigger than yours."

Zhang Liang put away the Qi Gathering Pill and said coldly.

"Damn it, let me tell you, I am Li Ziming, the young master of the Li Family in Tianfeng City at the foot of the mountain! You dog, return that pill to me at once!"

Lying on the ground, Li Ziming shouted at Zhang Liang, his face full of fury.

Hearing this, Zhang Liang sneered, walked over, and stomped his foot down onto Li Ziming's palm.

A crisp crack echoed, followed by Li Ziming's shrill scream. Zhang Liang lifted his foot to reveal that Li Ziming's palm had been crushed into a bloody mess.

"Hmph, don't forget where you are. Don't try to use your worldly influence to pressure me; I'm telling you, it's utterly useless."

With that, Zhang Liang walked toward Ye Lin.

"What about yours?"

Hearing this, Ye Lin reluctantly took out his pill and handed it to Zhang Liang.

"Not bad, you've got some sense. Remember, I am the Chore Captain, and this pill is the protection fee."

"As long as you are in the Azure Cloud Sect and remain a Chore Disciple, you must listen to me. Do you understand?"

"I understand."

Looking at Zhang Liang before him, Ye Lin nodded.

Seeing this, Zhang Liang patted Ye Lin on the shoulder and walked ahead.

Watching Li Ziming, who had been crippled by a single kick, Ye Lin felt a chill in his heart. Having just transmigrated, his mindset clearly hadn't adjusted yet.

But now, he had been taught a harsh lesson.

The world of cultivation was truly, brutally cruel.

Ignoring the wailing Li Ziming, Ye Lin hurried toward his living quarters.

Looking at the thatched hut before him, Ye Lin felt a bit speechless. He pushed the door open, and a cloud of dust rushed out to meet him.

Setting down his clothes and token, Ye Lin began to tidy up his future home.

Time passed quickly. In the blink of an eye, night fell. The sky had gradually darkened, and the stars were scattered across the heavens, twinkling with a baleful intent that was quite beautiful.

Looking at the clean and tidy hut, Ye Lin nodded in satisfaction before changing into the clothes he had just been issued.

To walk within the Azure Cloud Sect, one had to wear the exclusive uniform and carry the token; otherwise, if caught, one would be arrested in a heartbeat.

Moreover, in the Azure Cloud Sect, the life of a Chore Disciple meant nothing. If caught, one might simply cease to exist.

Watching the sky grow darker, Ye Lin did not forget his true objective. He had to reach Zhang Liang's fortuitous encounter first.

He stepped out and headed toward the Back Mountain.

The reason he chose to go now was that the outskirts of the Azure Cloud Sect were sparsely populated at this hour, making it less likely to attract attention.

Upon arriving at the Back Mountain, he saw that it was overgrown with weeds and rarely visited.

Clearly, it had been abandoned for a long time. The Back Mountain lay outside the jurisdiction of the Azure Cloud Sect, and since no one managed it, demonic beasts roamed the area from time to time. For an ordinary person, coming here was a life-threatening risk.

In the middle of the Back Mountain stood a single, dilapidated stone tablet. Seeing this, Ye Lin pushed aside the weeds and stepped toward the tablet.

He crouched down, searching left and right, until suddenly, an orange cloth bag caught his eye.

"Found it."

Looking at the bag, Ye Lin felt a surge of joy. He picked it up and opened it, finding ten shimmering crystals lying inside.

Ye Lin hurriedly took the ten spirit stones and tucked them into his chest, leaving the bag where it was.

The bag was clearly a high-quality item that an ordinary person could never possess. If he took it and were discovered later, his life would be forfeit.

Just then, Ye Lin noticed a pile of demonic beast dung next to the stone tablet, which looked quite fresh.

The next moment, Ye Lin used the bag to scoop up the dung, placed it back in the original spot, and hurried back toward his quarters.

The Back Mountain was far too dangerous for an ordinary person; it was best not to linger.

Cultivation Realms: Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Spirit Transformation, Dao Integration, Tribulation Transcendence, Mahayana.