The beginning.
"Uhhh.." I moaned as I woke up on my bed.
"Alright, let's begin!" I got up and did my chores.
My name is Yang Yin, I am a disciple at High Heaven Oath. I began training here 2 years ago but I have only merely reached tempered body third stage. This is not normal, it's just... pathetically mediocre.
Brothers and sisters disciples who were accepted into the sect at the same as me had already left this level and expanded their horizons to other renowned sects.
I had no choice but to accept the lowest ranking as a trial disciple while doing jobs like cleaning that no one wants to do.
High Heaven Oath is special because of its intense competition of its disciples. Over here, the strong will advance and conquer, the weak will be enslaved and used. This strict law had been implemented for decades.
At other sects, at least the disciples would extend friendships and love, but that's non existent here. There's only cruelty and power.
If you wish to climb high, you should literally be stepping on the shoulders of your brothers or sisters disciples in training, only then will you be qualified to rule over another.
High Heaven Oath has a rule, Disciples aged 18, regardless of background, will take a probational 2 years to train.
In these 2 years, you will be fully sponsored by the sect so you're only required to train. If you can breakthrough past the tempered body stage within the 2 years, you will be accepted into other other renowned sects or promoted to become an official disciple. Of course, if you wish to train on your own, you're also allowed to do so.
But those who fail to breakthrough, they will be forced to leave or they would be demoted to a mere trial disciple.. like me.
The entire High Heaven Oath consists of a thousand disciples. But the number of trial disciples can be counted with just a single hand.
Comfort is not guaranteed. Even if I missed a meal or got bullied, no one would care.
We humans only have a few decades of life, so giving up halfway is ridiculous!
I must become the strongest of the strongest! And this is my story.
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"Oh? If it isn't our beloved Yang Yin!" A fellow male martial disciple said.
I looked over and saw 13 men, all smiling and surrounding me.
"That's the trial disciple, Yang Yin!"
"What a beauty! Such a shame, she has no talent. Just a weak tempered body third stage!"
"It's not a shame but a blessing. A blessing for us!"
"I would love to have a taste of that lovely body!"
"Hasn't it been 7 days since Yang Yin had fought? It's time.."
The men laughed at me but there's only one thing I could do. I sat down and mediated.
"Is she meditating? HAHAHA! With her weak cultivation! No matter how much she tries, it will be useless!"
"So true! The only thing she can do is learn how to be respectful of us REAL martial artists!"
Someone pulled my hair up and broke my concentration. "Uhhh... S-Stop it!" I said.
A violent slap came across on my face. "So defiant! Let's fight!"
"F-Fine. I will fight." I said and the hand on my hair got released.
I stood up and got into my stance. Knees bent, legs apart, arms up and ready for combat.
"HAHAHAHA!! What kind of stance is that? You doing a half squat?!" Everyone laughed at me but I remained indifferent.
"Yang Yin probably just wants to show off her embarrassing parts to everyone! Look at that!" Everyone looked down at my skirt and I looked down at well.