Chapter 1

In the year 20XX, in front of a temple gate, a man in his early twenties, wearing a black casual suit and blue jeans, lay motionless on the ground in a spread-eagle position. He had a handsome face and was holding a letter containing a secret that his mother had given him.

At this moment, a middle-aged doctor who had just gotten off an ambulance was examining and providing emergency care to the man. However, after a short while, the doctor removed his thick glasses, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and shook his head.

After seeing the doctor shake his head, the man was placed on a stretcher. A nurse took a white cloth and covered his entire body, including his handsome face.

Seeing this, the onlookers knew that this young man had probably met his end.

A middle-aged woman, unable to bear the sight of the handsome young man dying, sighed and said, "That young man was fine, how could he die in front of the temple?"

"He was preparing to come and offer incense early this morning, but he was killed by a string of prayer beads. See, that's the monk who threw the prayer beads!" Another gossipy auntie chimed in, pointing at a fat monk surrounded by two police officers, her eyes filled with disappointment at the current state of the temple.

The fat monk was indeed not just a little fat; his body, if it didn't have limbs, would look like two meatballs stacked on top of each other.

But at this moment, the fat monk was wailing and shouting, "Comrades, I just wanted to make a living. I admit to deceiving people, but how could I possibly kill someone? I did throw a string of prayer beads, but how could a strong young man like him be killed by a string of prayer beads?"

"What kind of prayer beads?" the police officer asked seriously.

"Prayer beads worn on the wrist, with eighteen beads. I found them in the temple's backyard last year. That guy said I was cheating him and wanted to tear down my sign, so in a fit of anger, I threw them over. But it really couldn't have killed him!" The fat monk gestured as he continued to plead his innocence.

"Where are the prayer beads?" the police officer asked again.

"I don't know, they seemed to disappear after hitting him!" the fat monk said innocently.

The police officer then looked at the others and asked, "Did any of you see the prayer beads?"

After hearing this, everyone shook their heads, indicating they hadn't seen them!

In broad daylight, the weapon had vanished, truly a bizarre occurrence! The police officer felt sweat beads forming on his forehead at the strange events of the day.

In the southeastern part of the Outcloud Continent, there is a country called Cheyun, which has stood for eight thousand years. To the east of Cheyun, there is a Blood Flame Mountain Range.

The mountain range is known for its grandeur and peril.

Its grandeur is evident in the main ridge, which stretches east to west for over 300,000 miles and north to south for about 70,000 miles. Countless snow-capped peaks pierce the clouds, and even birds tire and cannot cross.

Its peril is evident in the sheer cliffs that are everywhere, the rugged rocks on the slopes, and the valleys filled with poisonous swamps. Numerous demonic beasts and ghosts lurk within, and even the legendary Immortal Masters would have a hard time returning if they entered without caution.

The mountain range is called the Blood Flame Mountain Range because it often displays a bizarre scene of blood-red light covering the sky. When this happens, the mountains seem to be enveloped in blood-red flames, a sight that leaves one in awe of nature's craftsmanship.

In fact, the reason for this is that the Blood Refinement Sect, one of the seven major demonic sects of the Outcloud Continent, has its headquarters deep within the Blood Flame Mountain Range.

The Blood Refinement Sect's base does not have pavilions or grand halls; instead, it consists of numerous caves. Beneath these caves lies a stunning underground world.

In this underground world, all the pavilions and halls that a sect should have are present. Although it does not have the ethereal beauty of a fairyland, it is still grand and majestic.

In a small stone room in a secluded corner of this underground cave, a young man, who looked to be about seventeen or eighteen, stared at a string of prayer beads in his hand, his eyes wide open and his mouth agape, a look of disbelief on his face.

"Damn fat bald monk, you really are ruthless, sending me to another world like this!" The young man, who rarely opened his mouth, finally spoke, but his words were filled with resentment for a certain bald creature!

Could he not be resentful? Lin Haoming was originally a graduate student at a prestigious medical university, with a promising career and a group of nurses around him. Now, he felt no hope for the future! As an orphan who had worked hard to get to this point, how could he not feel bitter? It was all ruined in an instant!

Now he found himself in a world where one could cultivate immortal arts, but he was a disciple of a demonic sect. If being a disciple of a demonic sect was bad enough, he was also a disciple with low talent. If he only had low talent, he could still get by, but who would have thought that this Lin Haoming also had a great-grandfather who was a Golden Core Ancestor? Relying on his lineage, he had been arrogant and domineering, but after the ancestor died a few years ago, he became a target for bullying by his fellow disciples.

When the ancestor was alive, he lived in a cave with abundant spiritual energy and was served by beautiful attendants. Now, Lin Haoming lived in a cave with scarce spiritual energy and had to do the hardest and most tiring work, even enduring the bullying of others.

In the demonic sect, there was no such thing as taking care of one's fellow disciples. To enjoy anything, one had to earn it through one's own strength. With his mixed spiritual roots and low talent, Lin Haoming could only sigh.

"Lin Haoming, it's time to distribute this month's salary. What are you doing hiding in your cave? Don't you want it?"

Outside, a somewhat hoarse voice called out. Lin Haoming immediately put away the prayer beads and followed the voice out.

The person calling him was a bearded man in his thirties named Hai Futong, who had a cultivation level of the peak of the Qi Condensation stage and was in charge of over twenty outer disciples of the demonic sect.

All this information came from the memories of the previous Lin Haoming. Lin Haoming had been here for three days and was seeing Hai Futong for the first time. For the other two days, he had been doing his work here.

Exiting his stone room, he found himself in a massive natural cave, hundreds of feet long, wide, and high. Stone rooms were carved into the cave walls, and Lin Haoming had just come out of one of them, or rather, jumped down.

Although Lin Haoming's current status was not high, he was still a cultivator and could easily handle a drop of several dozen feet. This was one of the few things that gave him some comfort.

Twenty or so others came out with him, and they all gathered together.

Hai Futong held a jade bottle and, as he passed each person, he poured out two or three light yellow pills. Those who received the pills immediately and carefully put them away.

When it was Lin Haoming's turn, Hai Futong only poured one pill into his hand. Lin Haoming looked at it and said, "Manager Hai, why do I only get one?"

Hai Futong, hearing Lin Haoming speak, immediately sneered and said, "Didn't you say that three pills a month were too many for you to absorb, so you asked me to keep two? Do you want them back now?"

Hearing Hai Futong's threatening words, Lin Haoming was startled and a memory flashed in his mind. It was from when he had been bullied and had to give two-thirds of his monthly pills to Hai Futong in exchange for protection.

In fact, among the twenty or so people, he was not the only one who received fewer pills, but he was the only one who received just one. Although Lin Haoming was bullied, he was not stupid. By giving most of his pills to Hai Futong, at least Hai Futong would not let others bully him. Otherwise, he might not even have one pill left.

Thinking about this, Lin Haoming felt that the previous Lin Haoming had lived a very pitiful life. However, he understood that his talent was extremely poor. When the ancestor was alive, the pills were sufficient every day, but even then, at the age of thirteen, he was only at the sixth level of the Qi Condensation stage. Now, four years later, he was still at the sixth level, while a girl named Xie Ruolan, who was supposed to be his future partner, was already at the ninth level of the Qi Condensation stage and two years younger than him. This was truly a case of comparing oneself to others and feeling inferior.

Of course, Xie Ruolan was now a key inner disciple of the sect and had no memory of him. They hadn't seen each other for years.

In the world of cultivation that Lin Haoming now found himself in, the cultivation levels were divided into four major stages: Qi Condensation, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, and Nascent Soul. Beyond the Nascent Soul stage, there was the legendary Spirit Transformation stage, but even the ancestor had never seen anyone at that level. Each major stage was divided into ten levels, with the first three being the early stage, the fourth to sixth being the middle stage, the seventh to ninth being the late stage, and the tenth being the Great Perfection stage.

The gap between each major stage was significant, and even within the same major stage, the gap between minor stages was considerable. For example, the gap between the fourth and sixth levels of the Foundation Establishment stage was not as large as the gap between the sixth and seventh levels.

Lin Haoming was currently at the sixth level of the Qi Condensation stage. If he could advance to the late stage of the Qi Condensation stage, he would at least not be bullied so severely here. However, without an ideal cave, without pills, and with his extremely poor talent, it was extremely difficult to turn things around.

"Alright, take your pills and get to work. Otherwise, don't blame me for being harsh on you!" After distributing the pills, Hai Futong patted his buttocks and left.

Just as Lin Haoming was about to leave, two people suddenly blocked his path. One of them said with a smile, "Young Master Lin, I'm about to break through to the ninth level of the Qi Condensation stage, and I'm short on pills. Could you lend me yours?"

The person speaking was Li Haiying, who had bullied Lin Haoming the most when he first arrived. It wasn't until he started paying most of his salary to Hai Futong that Li Haiying was warned and reined in.

Seeing that Li Haiying dared to openly rob him, Lin Haoming, who was already very annoyed, said, "Li Haiying, I am under the protection of Manager Hai!"

Li Haiying, hearing this, sneered and said, "Kid, you might not know, but today is the last time Hai Futong will distribute pills. He's leaving, and from next month, I will be in charge of this area. If you're smart, you'll hand over all your pills. Otherwise, you'll regret it!"

Hai Futong had only taken two of his pills, but Li Haiying wanted all of them. This was too much for Lin Haoming to bear. However, since Li Haiying dared to come up to him in front of so many people and Hai Futong hadn't even left, what he said must be true.

If he gave in, it would only be the first of many times, and he would end up like the previous Lin Haoming, dying a miserable death.

Since he had come to this world, Lin Haoming was not willing to spend the rest of his life like this. He was still young and unwilling to give up!

Thinking about the rule that sect members could not kill each other and that he was the descendant of the ancestor, Lin Haoming didn't believe Li Haiying would dare to harm him.

Facing Li Haiying's aggressive demands, Lin Haoming directly poured the pill into his mouth, swallowed it, and deliberately smiled, saying, "Sorry, I don't have any left!"

PS: The author is back with a new book. This book will definitely be completed, so please feel free to add it to your collection!

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