Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Puppet Sect

Demon Sect, Puppet Sect.

The new servant disciples stood in a line, on the verge of tears, waiting for roll call, among them was Song Yan.

The recruitment of the Demon Sect, which occurs once every five years, is mostly done through abductions, especially for servants.

Song Yan was also taken by force.

However, this was not important.

Because after the abduction, the original owner seemed to have died during transportation, and he happened to transmigrate here, without any memories, without anything, which was actually the best case for him.

A fierce man in black armor held a roster, calling names one by one for assignment.

The assignments were random, as no one would specifically choose slots for servant disciples. Although "recruitment" happens once every five years, the attrition rate of servant disciples in the Demon Sect is relatively high. So, as soon as servants are lacking, the Demon Sect continues to capture more.

Before his transmigration, Song Yan was just a corporate drone, now he listened intently to the black-armored fierce man announce the names of places.

Tannery, Mortuary, Skin Making Room, Washing Room, Kitchen, Spirit Plant Garden, Messenger Room, Procurement Room, Test Chamber...

There were many types of servant roles, but to the newly arrived servants, some places, even by name, were not clear as to their functions.

However, there were, after all, some who had heard the notorious name of the Puppet Sect.

"Ma Lao Zuo."

"Present."

"Report to the Mortuary, assist the Official Disciples."

The named person, a middle-aged man who seemed honest, shivered upon hearing the words, and suddenly fell to his knees with a thud, pleading with tears and snot: "Sir, please assign me somewhere else, I’m willing to be a pig or a dog, as long as you don’t send me to the Paperman Peak, Mortuary, or Tannery! Sir, I beg you!"

The black-armored fierce man nodded and asked, "Have you thought it through?"

The middle-aged man was overjoyed, exclaiming repeatedly, "Thank you, thank you!"

The black-armored fierce man flicked his sleeve, and a white shadow swiftly swept out, growing with the wind, landing behind Ma Lao Zuo. It was a beautiful woman in flowing white clothes, extending her delicate hands up and down onto Ma Lao Zuo’s head.

Crunch!

With a twist of her small hand, Ma Lao Zuo’s head spun around.

Thud!

The corpse fell to the ground, lifeless in an instant.

The black-armored fierce man retrieved his hand, the woman in white transformed into a paperman and flew back into his sleeve. He clapped his hands, soon some old servants came from outside, swiftly carried the corpse away to an unknown place.

Seeing the new servants in front of him, dumbfounded and filled with fear, the black-armored fierce man finally said, "You all heard him, he himself said he wanted to be a pig or a dog. Killing a pig or a dog, isn’t that too much?"

After saying so, the black-armored fierce man continued calling names.

The rest were trembling with fear, not daring to speak more. Those who were named trembled, wishing to turn around and flee, yet not daring to do so.

"Song Yan."

"Present."

A plain-looking young man stepped forward.

"You go to the Tannery, assist the Official Disciples."

Song Yan was stunned for a moment, remembering what Ma Lao Zuo had said earlier.

Ma Lao Zuo had stated that as long as he wasn’t sent to Paperman Peak, Mortuary, or Tannery, he’d be content. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Clearly, these three places held great danger for servants.

But when faced with the situation, Song Yan had no other choice, and only replied with a trembling voice, "Yes."

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