[Successful Admission]
The waning light of dusk bathed the martial arena of Qingshi City in gold. Lin Ye stood among the crowd, his face expressionless.
He had done it.
Though he had scraped by with the label of “low-grade talent,” he was still admitted—officially registered as a reserve disciple in this round of Tianyuan Sect’s selection. After identity verification and the imprinting of his spirit mark, Lin Ye, along with several dozen other successful candidates, was escorted to a sect encampment outside the city for centralized training and supervision.
The camp was built around a hill, enclosed in layers of spirit formations and inscription seals. Only disciples could enter or leave.
“From this moment on, you are outer disciples of Tianyuan Sect. Anyone who fails the three-month trial will be expelled without mercy!”
The steward’s voice rang cold and sharp. No one dared to show slackness.
Lin Ye’s expression remained calm, but inside, a ripple stirred quietly.
“The first step is done. I’ve set foot inside the Tianyuan Sect.”
[Life in the Camp]
Life in the camp was far harsher than the world outside imagined.
Before dawn each day, the disciples were roused for training—physical drills, cultivation exercises, carrying spirit stones, recording fluctuations in ambient energy… every task demanded near-perfection. A single misstep earned punishment.
Lin Ye kept his edge hidden. His performance was steady, neither outstanding nor lacking. All his spare moments were devoted to silent observation:
—The patrol routes within the camp. The rotation schedule of stewards. The rhythm and operation of the defensive spirit arrays.
—And the quiet formation of small cliques among the talented and well-connected.
He committed everything to memory.
He wasn’t here to cultivate.
He was here to wait—for the moment to strike, and to lay down his pieces on the board.
[The Difference in Cultivation Methods]
At night, lessons were held in the Spirit Hall. All reserve disciples were required to study Tianyuan Sect’s foundational technique, “Spirit Breath Art”—a method designed to draw in ambient energy and nourish the spirit root.
Lin Ye sat in his usual spot, cross-legged, guiding spiritual energy into his body step by step.
But unlike the others, he secretly used the power of his Reverse Scale Bloodline as the core, drawing the spiritual energy down into his dantian and slowly merging it with his demonic essence.
The result stunned him.
The normally docile spiritual energy, instead of rejecting the demonic force, was devoured and refined by it. His internal energy became smoother—denser, more cohesive.
“So the sect’s techniques… aren’t entirely useless.”
“If I can fully integrate both paths, maybe I can break through the limitations that bind demonkind.”
The system echoed his thoughts with a crisp chime:
[Spiritual Energy Integration Level Up: Internal Energy Circulation Efficiency +6%.]189Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmJphNRqGg1
[Current Demonic Essence Purity: 64%. Further optimization possible.]
Lin Ye slowly opened his eyes, a glint of cold clarity flickering within them.
He was already walking a path no one else could see.
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