Han Yang didn’t linger in Yuyue City; instead, he immediately returned to the room the Duanmu Family had prepared for him.
He picked up the Cultivation booklet that Han Haiyan give him and began to read it.
The booklet wasn’t thick, and he quickly found the record of the amber insect egg.
Vicious Beast Record: Primordial Earth-Dragon Centipede
Classification: Ancient Variant / Large-Scale Insectoid Demon Beast.
Intelligence: Low (Driven by primal instinct).
Innate Divine Ability: Earth Traversing Divine Ability
Danger Assessment: High.
In antiquity, a primeval ancestor reached the S0oul Transformation realm, its body large enough to mimic a mountain range.
Cultivators must note its ability to alter its size at will.
Once it merges into the earth, it leaves no spiritual fluctuations behind, and its escape speed is so fast that even divine sense can rarely lock onto it.
Han Yang didn’t know if this description was true or false, or if it was exaggerated.
But he also understood why, despite how powerful it sounded, the Han Family ancestor neither hatched it himself nor sold it.
It was likely that ordinary people couldn’t raise this thing.
The larger its size, the more resources it consumed.
Let alone ordinary people, even if it were given to a Sect, the Sect might not be willing to Cultivate it.
The item was probably genuine, but it might not sell for much, belonging to the type that has a price but no market, unless someone who knew its value or desperately wanted it appeared.
After reading for a while, Han Yang carefully put it into his space.
He didn’t plan to ponder this item for now, but instead studied other records in the booklet.
There were no Cultivation Techniques among them; presumably, his Cultivation experience book was a condensed version, focusing more on how to avoid various dangers and killing opportunities, and also including the Han Family ancestor’s brief discussion of the Myriad Dao sect.
(I, Han, cultivated for over 100 years.
When I first entered the Myriad Dao sect, I thought that with hard work and decisive action, I would surely achieve great things in the future.
However, I gradually discovered that the Sect’s tasks were full of peculiarities.
Tasks with generous rewards that were also time-saving and effortless were never available.
For 10 years, I was confined to the fields, like a tenant farmer, and my ambition gradually wore away.)
(Later, with the guidance of a kind person, I finally learned that such tasks had long been monopolized by the Disciples of the Sect’s major Families.
Afterward, I began to socialize with various Family Disciples, and only then did I begin to understand some of the Dao…)
Two hours later, Han Yang muttered with a slight frown.
“According to the Han Family ancestor, this Myriad Dao sect is probably not a normal Sect, but rather a combination of Golden Core Families that established their own Sects.”
“And the Duanmu Family is one of them.” This chapter was taken from g.com without permission.
“And everything in the Sect is almost entirely controlled by these major Families.
If you want to live comfortably, you must integrate into it, either by becoming a Disciple or through marriage.”
“As for Outer Sect Disciples, ninety-nine percent of them are actually serving these Families, no different from the tenant farmers of the Han Family.”
Han Yang put down the booklet in his hand, poured a glass of water, and slowly drank it.
In this booklet, he saw the despair of the Han Family ancestor in the Early Stage of Cultivation, especially those Sect tasks, which made one see no hope at all.
It took him more than ten years to gradually understand some of the Dao, but it was already too late, and Foundation Establishment was hopeless.
Cultivation was no longer just Cultivation; he even had to find ways to scheme and truly integrate into the Myriad Dao sect system, otherwise, he would forever remain in the Outer Sect.
Having nothing else to do, Han Yang began to study the Disciple manual in his hand and the Cultivation experience of the Han Family ancestor.
There were still Six days left until they departed for the Sect.
During this time, Han Yang and some Family Disciples who had tested to have Spiritual Roots strolled around Yuyue City, but they ultimately didn’t enter the market, feeling a bit regretful.
Six days passed in a flash, and finally, the day to go to the Myriad Dao sect arrived.
Everyone arrived at the east of the city again.
“Hiss, Brother Yang, there are so many flying boats!
And they’re even bigger than the flying boats we saw before, and there are actually 10 of them!” Duanmu Xi exclaimed with some surprise.
Han Yang also looked at the 10 flying boats, each a three hundred metre long, with some astonishment.
He estimated that one flying boat could carry over a thousand people.
This once again revealed the extraordinary nature of the Myriad Dao sect.
Soon, everyone began to board the flying boats one after another, using the slips of paper they received during the Spiritual Root test.
After boarding the flying boat, Han Yang observed along the way and found that the entire flying boat was made entirely of wood.
The flying boat was divided into several layers, and they were soon led by some Grey-robed Disciples into a small room.
However, there was nothing in the room except some futons, so everyone had to sit cross-legged.
After waiting for two hours, the flying boat finally started.
Han Yang looked out the window and saw the scenery outside.
The flying boat, enveloped by a transparent light screen, was now soaring through the sea of clouds at an incredible speed, yet there was no sense of turbulence.
His heart grew even more longing for the days to come.
In less than a quarter of an hour, everyone’s initial excitement passed, and they grew tired.
The scenery became mundane after seeing too much of it, so they all sat cross-legged and chatted.
Three hours later, everyone arrived at the Myriad Dao sect.
flying boats could be seen occasionally passing between the various peaks, and some immortal cranes flew freely, with people even standing on the backs of some of them.
The flying boat docked at the foot of a mountain peak.
“Brother Yang, my Third Uncle and I are leaving.
I’ll come to see you when I have time later,” Duanmu Xi said.
As soon as she got off the flying boat, she stepped onto a flying boat only 10 metre long that her Third Uncle, Duanmu Hui, had thrown out of his Storage Pouch.
Han Yang watched the departing Duanmu Xi, knowing that their paths in the future would likely be completely different.
Perhaps the next time he saw Duanmu Xi, their status, position, and Cultivation would have astonishing disparities.
After all, he was just an Outer Sect Disciple.
However, Han Yang didn’t care; the Dao of Cultivation was very long.
“Line up, everyone, and follow me.” A group of Grey-robed Disciples began to organize the young men and women who had just gotten off the flying boat.
Everyone moved in an orderly fashion towards the designated area.
Han Xinghua stood beside Han Yang, curiously observing the Myriad Dao sect, and whispered,
“Brother Yang, do you want to change your name?
Otherwise, it always feels a bit strange.”
Han Yang’s steps paused slightly, and he immediately understood what Han Xinghua meant.
Indeed, Every Servant of Han Family have Surname Han and have no right to Change it.
Surname can only be changed after becoming a free man, since Xinghua already given him his freedom he should change his name.
The names chosen by those large Families were basically those that were repeated over and over, especially for servants, names like Youfu (meaning good fortune), Youyun (meaning good luck), and Youde (meaning virtue).
Even lazier ones existed, such as Han Da, Han Er, Han San, and so on, Had it not been for him strongly insisting that his name be ‘Yang’, who knows how weird his name would have been.
Han Yang thought of his previous life’s name, then looked at a sliver of sunset in the east, paused in silence, and said.
“From today onwards, I’ll be called Gu Yang.”
Han Xinghua’s eyes lit up upon hearing this, and she murmured, “Gu Yang, Gu Yang.
Hmm, this name is simple and meaningful.
Today is the first day of entering the Myriad Dao sect, and it’s also your new life, Brother.”
“This name is good!” Han Xinghua even thought to herself that she was the moon, and Brother Yang was the sun.
Han Yang didn’t know what Han Xinghua was thinking, or perhaps he should be called Gu Yang now, which was his former name.
Soon, everyone arrived before a palace built against the mountain.
The Grey-robed Disciple spoke again, “This is your final test before entering the Sect.”
“Heart-Questioning Hall.”