Chapter 666 - 627: Registered on the Roster, the Holy Land’s Pill Pavilion

Yang Chan watched as a disciple from the Internal Affairs Hall consulted a list in his hands, questioning the disciples from the Cyan Yuan Sect. A peculiar fluctuation emanated from the Hall disciple as a special Spirit surged forth, and he stared directly at the person he was questioning.

This power wasn’t very obvious, but it gave one the feeling of being seen through. This was one of the investigative techniques the Black Dragon had told Yang Chan about before.

In fact, it wasn’t just a recent development; ten thousand years ago, all the major powers possessed such investigative techniques. The most powerful of these methods, when performed by Great Divine Power Users, could review a person’s past to confirm if there were any issues with them.

However, these techniques were not easy to perform and were typically reserved for important individuals.

It was somewhat similar to the Soul Search Yang Chan had seen in his previous life. Unlike a Soul Search, however, it wouldn’t harm the target’s Divine Soul or turn them into an imbecile. This technique could retrieve all of a person’s memories from birth, whereas a Soul Search would only yield fragmented ones. Of course, this more advanced method also had many restrictions.

Naturally, a disciple from the Merak Sacred Land’s Internal Affairs Hall couldn’t perform such a technique. What he was using now was just a simple investigative method.

It was a method of inspecting one’s aura. Yang Chan himself had no issues with it. As for Princess Lan Yue, she used a function of her Thousand-Faced Treasure to only display the Power of the Ox Demon’s Mighty Fist that she had cultivated in the Cyan Yuan Sect.

After all, Princess Lan Yue had entered with a low-status identity, equivalent to a Servant Disciple of the Merak Sacred Land. She was merely serving Yang Chan, so her position was not high, and she naturally wouldn’t receive much attention.

Yang Chan wasn’t the only one who brought such attendants; Gu An and the others had as well, though not many. Now that they had joined Chiyu Peak, these attendants were considered Servant Disciples of Chiyu Peak.

Unless their Martial Arts Cultivation saw a major improvement, they were essentially fated to be Servants for life. They could only follow the person who brought them up the mountain. If that person failed to secure a place on Heaven-Reaching Supreme Mountain, these attendants, just like other Servant Disciples, would have no choice but to go down the mountain to work.

In reality, a Servant who was brought up the mountain was far better off than the Servants below. The cultivation environment alone was on a completely different level.

They were all within the Profound Void Grotto Heaven, but being on the mountain versus at its base was already a different level entirely. The gap between being inside the Profound Void Grotto Heaven and outside it was even greater.

Therefore, Yang Chan wasn’t too worried about Princess Lan Yue.

As the Internal Affairs Hall disciple began his inspections—or more accurately, his inquiries—one by one, the identities of the disciples from the Cyan Yuan Sect were registered. This was just the initial record-keeping.

However, with this information recorded, it also meant that these people from the Cyan Yuan Sect were now officially members of the Merak Sacred Land and, by extension, Chiyu Peak.

Before long, it was Yang Chan’s turn. When his time came, the Internal Affairs Hall disciple gave him a second glance, his expression growing friendlier. It was clear he knew a little about Yang Chan’s situation.

The Merak Sacred Land placed great importance on Advanced Pharmacists. Generally, unless there was a major feud, everyone would show them goodwill, because you never knew when you might need to ask one for a favor. This was especially true for an Advanced Pharmacist with immense potential.

Yang Chan could feel a special pulse of Spirit from the disciple sweep over him, probing his condition. Normally, such an investigative technique would expose any secrets one might be hiding.

However, Yang Chan’s Meditation and Breath Holding Technique had already reached the Tier Five Outstanding level, and its ability to conceal his aura was extremely powerful. Even if a Blood Exchange Martial Saint were to personally inspect him, he could remain hidden as long as he didn’t expose his Cultivation. Naturally, the disciple found nothing out of the ordinary—he only saw what Yang Chan deliberately revealed.

His Martial Arts Talent, for instance, was quite good—truly outstanding, in fact. However, with his status as an Advanced Pharmacist taking precedence, it didn’t seem so conspicuous. This was even after Yang Chan had deliberately held back. Otherwise, his current Talent was likely on a level seen only once every few hundred, or even a thousand, years. If not that, it would at least be at the Saint Son or Saintess Level. He had made sure not to reveal his talent to that degree.

Princess Lan Yue and the others were also inspected, but the methods used on them were much simpler than the one used on him. The Merak Sacred Land naturally didn’t pay much attention to Servant Disciples. They would only be inspected again if their status was raised.

It was just like how the Cyan Yuan Sect didn’t care much for its Servant Disciples; if they failed to meet the sect’s requirements by a certain deadline, they would be dismissed. But in the Merak Sacred Land, they were treated as consumables.

The Merak Sacred Land was by no means a completely safe place.

Beneath the calm surface, many dangers lay hidden.

Take the Demon Cave, home to the Earth Demons, for example. Every time the Demon Cave opened, many Servant Disciples from the Merak Sacred Land would die. In the eyes of the Merak Sacred Land, these Servant Disciples weren’t even considered true members, so their loss was of little concern.

Yang Chan had heard some of this from people like Lü Zhenghai, and he had deduced the rest himself. The fact that so many people, including Servant Disciples, had been brought from the Cyan Yuan Sect was a case in point.

"Pharmacist Yang, your identity information has been registered!"

The disciple from the Internal Affairs Hall looked at Yang Chan with a beaming smile, his tone very polite.

"Thank you, Brother!"

Yang Chan cupped his fist in thanks.

He could feel the goodwill emanating from the other party. This wasn’t the first time he’d felt it; he had sensed the same goodwill from Feng Anliang before.

For him, this was a good thing. It meant he probably wouldn’t be deliberately targeted.