Cultivating Immortality: I Can See the Script of Life

"This will be your room from now on. Go inside and wait."

Wu Wei casually pointed at Wan Yi, his tone perfunctory.

After saying that, without waiting for Wan Yi's reaction, he led the remaining people deeper into the cave to continue distributing the cave dwellings.

Wan Yi looked up at the stone chamber.

Two immortal materials have already been assigned to stone chambers, each with its own room, which appears to be a single room.

His stone chamber must be the same.

I didn't expect the Demonic Sect to be so considerate, actually providing single rooms. At least I have some private space and don't have to fight with everyone else.

Wan Yi pushed open the creaking wooden door and entered the stone chamber.

But I was stunned as soon as I stepped inside.

This stone chamber is only about the size of a palm, and inside there is only a stone bed. It looks like it was carved directly out of the wall and is connected to the ground. It's hard and uncomfortable to lie on.

Besides that, there wasn't even a stone table or bench; it was completely bare, even more rudimentary than an ordinary woodshed.

What's even more outrageous is that wooden door, which looks dilapidated and doesn't even have a lock; it can be opened with a gentle push.

Wan Yi felt a headache coming on and knew something was wrong.

Seriously? There's not even a lock?

This means anyone can just come and go as they please. You wouldn't even know if someone sneaked in at night and got into trouble. That's just too unsafe.

Wan Yi sighed softly, only able to console himself.

Well, I can only hope that the Demonic Sect has rules and won't allow indiscriminate killing.

Judging from how meticulous the Demonic Sect is, every single immortal material they recruit must be their private property.

Property should not be damaged at will.

They probably won't kill people easily.

The more he thought about it, the more heartbroken he became. Wan Yi sighed again, sat cross-legged on the hard stone bed, and took off all his belongings.

There are only two items: a disciple's jade token and a book titled "The Great Method of Raising Corpses and Refining Puppets".

That jade token hasn't been refined yet, so anyone who gets it can freely claim contribution points. That's how Wu Wei just stole his contribution points.

When Wan Yi opened the manual again, he was instantly dumbfounded.

The characters on it are crooked and I don't recognize a single one. They're like celestial script. It's impossible to even understand them, let alone cultivate oneself.

Oh no, this writing is no ordinary writing!

Wan Yi's heart sank, and he knew something was wrong.

If things continue like this, let alone cultivating magical power, they won't even be able to understand the cultivation techniques.

It is impossible to reach the realm of embryonic breathing before one's contribution is exhausted.

Wan Yi picked up the disciple's jade token. Although he couldn't understand the words on it, he knew with his toes that there should still be 90 contribution points left.

The sect's interest-free loan was worth 100 contribution points, but Wu Wei stole 10, leaving only 90 contribution points. That makes sense.

But the next second, he suddenly remembered what Feng Yousu had said.

and many more!

Feng Yousu once said that cultivation techniques, cave dwellings, and sermons are not free; contributions are required!

The 100 contribution points will have to be deducted from the cost of the cultivation technique and the cave dwelling.

No, it should have already been deducted.

Does that mean that although the sect's interest-free loan is worth 100 contribution points, the contribution points actually received are far less than that?

It may even be almost gone.

Wan Yi almost lost his composure.

If that's the case, unless the number of cultivation techniques, cave dwellings, and lectures is only in the single digits, this amount of contribution won't last more than a few months.

In just a few months, they couldn't even learn these celestial scripts, let alone cultivate any techniques.

Besides, I'm just a mortal, I need to eat.

In this demonic sect, even buying a bite to eat probably requires contributing.

Wan Yi frowned, the more he thought about it, the more something seemed off.

There's definitely something wrong here!

If that were the case, apart from those exceptionally gifted geniuses, no one else would be able to survive.

But he had just witnessed the fate of those geniuses.

Ding Xiu is a prime example; he was directly captured and forced to refine human pills.

Wan Yi scratched his head, looking puzzled.

If everyone does this, where will the Demonic Sect get its disciples?

There must be some secrets they don't know, otherwise no one could have survived.

Just then, someone knocked on the broken wooden door from the outside.

"Who?"

Wan Yi's heart tightened, and he instantly became alert.

There isn't a single good person in this demonic sect. Who knows if those outside are there to steal his contribution points or to use him to create puppets?

A seemingly friendly, unfamiliar voice came from outside the door: "Are you the newly initiated Junior Brother Wan? I am Senior Brother Qian Zhuo from the Corpse Puppet Hall."

As soon as he finished speaking, the unlocked, dilapidated door was pushed open from the outside, and a burly young man walked in. He was enormous, like an iron tower, almost blocking the entire doorway, and had a cheerful appearance.

Wan Yi quickly got off the stone bed, looked up, and a panel instantly appeared in front of him.

The next moment, his pupils suddenly contracted.

Name: Qian Zhuo

[Talent: Smooth Sailing (Green), Inferior Aptitude (White)]

[Cultivation Level: Mid-stage Fetal Breathing]

[Destiny: The Dead Are Supreme (Main Character)]

It turns out to be the protagonist of "Respect for the Dead"!

Wan Yi's mind was buzzing, and he was filled with shock.

I had just settled in and hadn't even had a chance to look for the protagonist when he delivered himself to my doorstep?

But this talent... is it for real?

Wan Yi stared at the panel and looked at it three times to make sure he hadn't misread it.

There are only two talents in total. The best one is green, "Smooth Sailing," and the other is white, "Inferior Aptitude," which is utterly useless.

This is supposed to be the main character?

Not to mention comparing him to Fang Xiu, the protagonist of "The Old Demon of Biyang" who has golden talent, he can't even compare to Ding Xiu, the supporting character of "The Old Demon of Biyang" who has purple talent!

This main character is so awful!

Could it be...

Suddenly, Wan Yi had a flash of inspiration and came up with a bold guess.

Could there be differences between different scripts?

Some protagonists are world-class celebrities, while others might just be local tyrants in a small place.

Some protagonists might only reach the Qi Refining stage by the end, and it's uncertain whether they'll even survive to the finale.

After all, the script could also be a tragedy!

At this moment, Qian Zhuo stared at Wan Yi with a strange expression and asked, "Junior Brother Wan, do you know me?"

Wan Yi quickly snapped out of his daze, adopting a restrained and apprehensive demeanor: "Senior Brother is joking. I am new here and do not know the rules of the immortal sect. I was too nervous to see you and was a little dazed. Please forgive me."

Upon hearing this, Qian Zhuo laughed heartily: "It's alright. When I first joined the Holy Sect, I was even more nervous than you."

Qian Zhuo seemed unwilling to waste time. After comforting Wan Yi, he cut straight to the point, his tone becoming more serious: "I'm here today for no other reason than to deliver the spare contribution points that my junior brother didn't collect at the Yinshan Association."

Wan Yi looked on in astonishment: "Spare contribution? There's such a good thing?"

He was just worried about not having enough to live on, and then a windfall fell from the sky?

Qian Zhuo smiled kindly: "Of course, this is a benefit of our Corpse Puppet Hall. New disciples can receive a full 1000 contribution points for free at the Yinshan Association, and they can pay off the principal and interest within three years."

He paused, then added, "Don't worry, our Yinshan Society is the most reasonable. We don't engage in those shady practices that exploit our disciples. We just follow the old rule of 'nine out, thirteen back,' and you'll only need to pay back 1300 contribution points."

Wan Yi's joy froze instantly, and his lips twitched.

Is this what you call welfare?

Isn't this just lending?

Nine out and thirteen back?

Are all the benefits offered by the Demonic Sect this outrageous?