Eternal Entry

In this world, everyone is born with entries on their body. Some have 【Divine Strength】, some have 【Heavenly Eye】, some have 【Photographic Memory】. When Chen Yan was sixteen, on the entry-testing stone with nine slots, not a single one lit up. The ancestral hall was silent for three breaths, then the clan leader said two words: Expelled. No one knew that the person inside this body was called Shen Wujiu in his previous life. As the appraiser of the Entry Pavilion, he had appraised for forty years and hadn't installed a single one on himself—he had seen people who installed the wrong one rot into empty shells within three years. Which one is trash, which one is treasure, which one is a landmine buried by someone else—he could see through at a glance. On the day he was driven out of the ancestral hall, Chen Yan walked to the abandoned entry pit on the back mountain, squatted down, and reached his hand in. At the bottom were the garbage entries stripped and broken by the Chen family over centuries—in Chen Yan's eyes, that was a pit full of divine gear. Others cultivated desperately; Chen Yan scavenged desperately. What you throw away as garbage are the parts to assemble divine gear. Later, Chen Yan blood-washed the Luoxia Sect, carrying a woman who contained someone else's entries on his back, heading north. Past the boundary marker, the official road was cut off. In the northern wasteland's alkaline fields, a group of people had no entries, no names; in the official register, there was only one slot: stove, card. There, Chen Yan learned another craft: keeping accounts for the nameless, recording heaven for the unregistered. Only when recorded does one count as having lived. There was only one thing Chen Yan couldn't see through. It had no name, ate and drank nothing, and only stirred gently when someone installed an entry. Later, he learned that it was waiting. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: Eternal Entry — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠