Chapter 11

At the peak of Tianmen Peak, in the Xiantian Hall, Lu Yang stood with proper posture, respectfully waiting for his master to arrive.

Inside the Xiantian Hall, it was cold and quiet, spotlessly clean, with incense smoke rising, calming the mind.

Lu Yang noticed three memorial tablets enshrined in the hall, dedicated to Xiantian Daoist, Guiyuan Tianzun, and Hanhai Daoren.

He knew these three figures, who held special significance in the Wenda Sect:

120,000 years ago, Xiantian Daoist, who emerged from a Daoist temple, established his own sect, founding the Wenda Sect. At that time, Xiantian Daoist was just an ordinary cultivator, and there were thousands like him on the Central Continent. Therefore, when the Wenda Sect was first established, it was just a small sect.

100,000 years ago, the world was in chaos, and the Wenda Sect produced an extraordinary genius. Although his talent for cultivation did not rank among the top fifty at the time, he had a sharp mind, enjoyed making friends, and was righteous, with a mysterious destiny guiding him. He rose to prominence amidst the chaos, riding the wave of the times, standing at the forefront of the era, and achieving unparalleled glory. His cultivation was unmatched, and he was revered as Guiyuan Tianzun.

Under Guiyuan Tianzun's leadership, the Wenda Sect flourished and became one of the top sects of the time. During the Wenda Sect's 20,000-year anniversary, many close friends came to celebrate. He took this opportunity to establish the title of the Five Great Immortal Sects with the four top cultivators of the time, gaining recognition from the world.

Nothing lasts forever, and no glory is eternal. After another 50,000 years, the Wenda Sect declined. The elders were either nearing the end of their lives or had met untimely deaths, and there were few left to support the sect. The disciples were also unremarkable, leading to a difficult situation where the sect was on the verge of falling out of the Five Great Immortal Sects.

Perhaps the Wenda Sect was blessed by destiny. One day, an elder of the Wenda Sect went out to slay demons and rescued a child from the ruins, bringing him back to the sect. They were surprised to find that the child was an extremely rare cultivation genius. The child lived up to expectations, advancing rapidly in cultivation and becoming the strongest at the Tribulation Transcending stage in just a few years.

The child was known as Hanhai Daoren and was later revered as the Reviver of the Wenda Sect, extending its glory for another 50,000 years until today.

"Senior Sister, where is our master?" Lu Yang收回目光，在殿里等了半天，也没等到除了大师姐之外的第二个人。

"Master is currently in seclusion, at a critical stage of cultivation, and cannot be disturbed. I will take on the role of your master and guide you in cultivation."

"Before we begin formal cultivation, let me give you a brief introduction to our sect. Master has very few rules; as long as you don't do anything too extreme or violate moral principles, causing heaven and earth to be enraged, he won't interfere."

"However, my standards are a bit higher than his. What he won't manage, I will."

"Master has four disciples in total. Besides you and me, you have an elder brother and an elder sister. One is in the Western Buddhist Kingdom, and the other is in the Southern Demon Realm. They rarely return to the sect, so it's very difficult to see them."

"Once you achieve some success in cultivation and have the opportunity to travel, you might meet them. For now..." Yunzhi paused, then took out three ink paintings and laid them out in a row. They were of Master, Second Elder Brother, and Third Elder Sister, whom Lu Yang had never met.

The three figures in the paintings were smiling broadly.

Master had white hair and clear eyes, unlike the dull eyes of ordinary old people, resembling a transcendent being who enjoyed playing and wandering in the world.

Second Elder Brother had a gentle smile, with a sword-like brow and star-like eyes, as warm and refined as jade.

Third Elder Sister exuded a thousand charms, a beauty capable of bringing down a nation.

"Master specifically instructed that, including you, there are five of us in the sect. Your initiation ceremony with only the two of us would seem too lonely, so Master prepared these three paintings to represent their presence."

Lu Yang looked at Senior Sister and then at the lifelike black-and-white paintings around him, which seemed to be watching him, feeling a chill run down his spine.

It felt as if the entire sect was a family of loyalists, with only him and Senior Sister left.

Three incense sticks appeared before Lu Yang, handed to him by Yunzhi: "These are message incense sticks, which can transmit your thoughts. Offering three incense sticks to Master can convey your gratitude and respect."

The three incense sticks were lit and placed in a small incense burner in front of Master's painting: "Ancestors bear witness, Master above, please accept your disciple's bow."

Now it felt even more like it.

After the initiation ceremony, Lu Yang hesitantly asked: "Senior Sister, although it might seem disrespectful to ask, is Master really still alive?"

Lu Yang was afraid that Yunzhi would give a cold smile and reveal a secret like "Master has fallen, and the higher-ups are keeping it hidden," and then decide he couldn't be allowed to live.

Yunzhi was confused and didn't understand why Lu Yang was asking this.

"Of course, he is alive."

"I have seen your exam results from Yanchuan Peak. You have accurately memorized the human acupoints and meridians, and can recite and write the basic cultivation techniques. Your learning attitude is commendable."

"Let's begin formal cultivation."

Lu Yang's face lit up with excitement, and he listened even more attentively.

He could finally start cultivating.

The formal cultivation began, and Senior Sister started by saying: "This is my first time teaching a disciple, and it's your first time being a disciple. We'll have to make do with each other."

"However, you don't need to worry too much. I have prepared thoroughly for today."

Yunzhi lined up various small medicine jars, each labeled with the name of a pill, which Lu Yang had heard of:

The White Bone Pill, which can revive the dead and regrow flesh and bones.

The Seven-Story Pagoda Pill, one of the series of merit-accumulating pills invented by the Buddhist Kingdom, which grants merit for saving a life, equivalent to building a seven-story pagoda.

The Nine Cycles Pill, based on the concept that nine deaths can be exchanged for one life in the cultivation world.

With these pills, it would be hard for Lu Yang to die.

"Qi cultivation starts with body training. Although you have not been exposed to body training before, we will start from scratch."

Yunzhi casually tore through space, taking out two large water jars from her storage space. The dull thud as the jars hit the ground made Lu Yang's heart skip a beat, giving him a bad feeling.

"Sword cultivators focus on sword intent and arm strength. Therefore, the first priority in body training is to strengthen arm strength. I will demonstrate once, so watch carefully."

Yunzhi stepped onto the edges of the water jars as if they were flat ground. Then, she used one hand to lift the edge of the other jar, gently lifting it and letting go. Before the jar hit the ground, she switched to the other hand and repeated the process, her movements fluid and graceful, a pleasure to watch.

If you ignored the pain in your arms, this method could indeed strengthen arm strength.

"Doing this much is enough."

Yunzhi put down the water jar, speaking casually.

Lu Yang swallowed hard, knowing that the jar was taller than a person and could easily fit him inside, filled with sand and buried in the ground.

To play with such a large jar, it felt like a matter of life and death.

Lu Yang stepped forward, took a deep breath, and tried to lift the water jar with one hand, but failed.

He then used both hands, exerting all his strength, and the jar barely moved, showing that Lu Yang had indeed tried his best.