Chapitre 206: Cultivation 7
The Divine Yang sect was already what I would consider a real Xianxia sect.
It had a mystical atmosphere, people with actual talent, was divided into peaks where you could join to specialize in something, and most importantly, a real currency. My last sect used mortal coins for business and contribution points for everything related to the sect, a great way to avoid having to spend actual money when you can just invent a new currency.
The Divine Yang sect was a proper sect and transactions were done with spirit stones. They weren't being stingy about it either, everyone got a salary depending on their rank in the sect and could earn more by doing tasks.
The mountain range I saw when I arrived here was called the Great Yang Peaks, each peak was ruled over by a peak master, you know the deal. I had no interest in cultivating fire, lightning, or yang and only wanted to spend my time leisurely doing my thing, so I was left with the choice of the Serenity Peak and the Alchemy Peak.
As the name suggested, the Alchemy Peak specialized mostly in pill refining. Since I didn't need their pills and I could still learn alchemy without joining their peak, I decided on the Serenity Peak.
The Serenity Peak was very quiet and consisted purely of people who wanted to be left alone and cultivate in peace without any distraction. It was perfect for long retreats and to top it, their accommodation was nothing short of marvelous.
While there were some beautiful bamboo huts, most people got a cave in the mountain, only those caves were neither dark nor gloomy. They had a small hole in the wall or roof to let sunlight in, a small pond with fish and was decorated with many plants. If any cave was like this, I wouldn't mind becoming a caveman.
After two days of making myself at home, I decided to explore the sect before I became a shut-in. The Serenity Peak was completely quiet except for some birds and other animals, if you listened carefully, you could even hear the noise from the nearby peaks and down the mountain.
While the mountains were used for cultivation and living, the foot of the mountains had turned into something akin to a city with hotels, restaurants, and shops. I would have to explore the shopping district for opportunities later before another son of destiny got them but first I had to find the actual son of destiny.
Something told me that this protagonist would not be a fake one like Xian Chen and would actually be blessed with insane plot armor. The difference between those two would be massive, one would still die pretty easily while the other would have some random omnipotent being pass by to save him.
Even after walking around aimlessly for hours, sitting in restaurants to overhear gossip, and liquifying the bones of several gutsy idiots who tried to mug me, I still found nothing about anyone with high status but no talent or a genius who suddenly lost his talent and cultivation.
I did however find lots of talk about the Sect Master's granddaughter's beauty and talent which pretty much confirmed that there was a protagonist around here somewhere. Since there was nobody worth mentioning in the higher and middle ranks of the sect, it left only the lower ranks.
Not everyone got to join as an outer disciple immediately, many unfortunate souls were turned into slaves, the more fortunate ones did labor while the rest were turned into punching bags to train techniques on or test new pills on.
It might sound cruel but it made perfect sense to me, those with talent needed training that didn't risk their life, and slaves were disposable. You can't test pills specifically designed for humans on test rabbits either.
Nonetheless, the background of a humble slave, a punching bag no less, was normal for their kind, so it was more likely to him to be among them than being the grandson of some elder anyway.
The closer I got to the outer area of the sect where the slaves lived, the more thankful I was that I joined my previous sect and was able to join this one on their recommendation. Even the slums were homely than this place, smelled better too.
"Hey, brother Lin Fan, I got some ointment to help you recover" a fat kid yelled not far away.
Two slaves, one a fatty, the other with a legendary name, I think I found him.
As they say, never mess with someone named Lin, especially if he has a fat best friend.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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