I stack buffs in a weird world!

Name: Zhang Yang

Pupil awakener: Seven-Polar Pupil (Level 4). Constitution awakener: Shenyan Body (Level 3).

Bloodline: None

Abilities: Weakness Critical Hit (B), Parasitic Control (A), No Blind Spot Vision (B)

Magic Powers: Mutated Azure Hand (100%) {Traits: Soul Devouring, Teleport}, Nine Nether Earth Fire (5%), Demonic Buddha Country (Domain).

Evolution Direction: Seven-Polar Pupil (Level 5) Unknown

Measurements: Strength 50; Spirit 50; Constitution 50;

BUFF: Immune BUFF (920 days, 3 hours, 11 minutes.) Conversion BUFF (1) Reinforcement BUFF (2) Fusion BUFF (2) Deduction BUFF (2)

Miscellaneous: None

"Intermediate Level 3! I didn't expect it to be so easy to break through to the intermediate level 3."

Zhang Yang sighed.

The Intermediate Third Level can be the head of a small sect in the Side Shinto sect, and it can also be regarded as the guardian level in a large sect.

If he surrenders to the court, a city lord position is indispensable.

It took him less than a year and a half to reach the Intermediate Third Level, which some people can only dream of.

I can only say... killing and arson get a golden belt!

Plunder is the only rule to become stronger.

If he hadn't killed all the inner disciples who came to worship the mountain and collected the twenty copies of the "Yi Yang Sutra" distributed by the Demon Cloud Patriarch, how could he get the Shenyan Body?

If he hadn't robbed the collected Five Internal Organs and Six Fu Pills, how could he have risen to the fourth level so quickly?

"Hu~"

Zhang Yang exhaled a turbid breath, and he finally had some self-protection power in this weird world.

The battles in recent days made him a little mentally exhausted, so he simply lay down and fell asleep.

But in the Gilded Pavilion a hundred meters away, someone was staying up all night.

"How could it be? How could it be like this?"

Fang Xiuyu, the only true disciple of the Demon Cloud Patriarch, had a gloomy face and kept muttering.

Ever since he found out that only four disciples passed the mountain worship, he has been in a state of panic.

"Twenty people participated in the mountain worship, and only four came out alive? Obviously..."

Fang Xiuyu immediately stopped talking.

Then the room fell into a long silence.

"Humph... No matter who it is, that thing can only be mine!"

Fang Xiuyu's fierce voice came from the darkness. That thing involved the great terror of the future and could not be lost.

......

The first ray of sunlight in the morning shone into the window. For the first time in this world, Zhang Yang felt that the sunlight was not blue.

He stretched himself. He hadn't slept so comfortably for a long time.

"Senior brother? Senior brother?"

A faint shout came from outside. Zhang Yang raised his eyebrows and opened the gate of Liuyun Pavilion with a wave of his hand.

An inner disciple dressed in black with the logo of Moyun came in hurriedly, holding the black clothes in both hands.

"Brother, this is the clothing of our Moyun lineage. I am sending clothes for you."

Zhang Yang opened the door and took the clothes from the inner disciple with a smile, "Thank you very much, do you want to come in and sit down?"

The inner disciple was a little terrified, "No, brother! Situ Protector asked me to tell you to go to Moyun Hall as soon as possible. The entrance ceremony is about to begin!"

Zhang Yang nodded, "Got it!"

The inner disciple bowed and turned away hurriedly.

Seeing the inner disciple avoiding him, he chuckled and shook his head, "Am I a ghost? So afraid of me!"

After changing his clothes, Zhang Yang stood in front of the mirror and looked at it, "Well, the clothes are nice."

This black satin dress is extremely gorgeous, with exquisite cloud patterns embroidered on it.

The satin fabric is soft and smooth, like the flowing clouds in the sky, exuding a faint luster.

The cloud pattern is finely embroidered, with smooth lines, and each cloud is lifelike, as if floating on the clothes.

The collar of the clothes is inlaid with golden silk threads, adding a touch of nobleness to him.

"Duang, Duang, Duang..."

The bell of the Yifeng Sect rang, and today is this year's initiation ceremony.

The tradition of the Yifeng Sect is very strange. The three great ancestors take turns to arrange the annual recruitment.

This year is the Demon Cloud Patriarch, so the initiation ceremony is arranged in the Demon Cloud Hall.

Zhang Yang and the other four people who entered this year naturally belong to the Demon Cloud lineage.

This is done to prevent any of the three lines from being too powerful, and there are many families in the Yifeng Sect.

The internal forces are complicated and restrained by all parties, forming the giant Yifeng Sect.

However, this system has advantages and disadvantages. The advantage is that it balances the forces of all parties and there will not be a big gap.

The disadvantages are also obvious. The Yifeng Sect is not so united in the outside world. This is also one of the reasons why the Yifeng Sect often loses in battles with other sects.

Zhang Yang came to the Demon Cloud Hall in black clothes. Dang Xiaojie and the other two had already arrived.

Dang Xiaojie and the other two were also wearing black clothes, but the Demon Cloud pattern on Zhang Yang's body was different.There are only a few flowing cloud patterns.

Dang Xiaojie looked at the magic cloud pattern with envy, "Brother Zhang, you are appreciated by the ancestor as soon as you enter the door, which is really enviable!"

Zhang Yang looked at the black clothes on his body, and then looked at the black clothes on Dang Xiaojie's body, and immediately understood.

It turns out that the number of cloud patterns is particular, and the more cloud patterns represent the higher status.

As for the outer disciples, they wore green clothes and stood at the bottom of the steps. They were not qualified to enter the hall.

"Haha... This is Junior Brother Zhang Yang, right? He is really a handsome man!"

A handsome young man in white clothes came from a distance.

Many inner disciples bowed and greeted along the way.

"Brother Fang!"

"Brother who is a true disciple!"

Dang Xiaojie's eyes moved, and he came to Zhang Yang and whispered: "Brother Zhang, this man is Fang Xiuyu, the true disciple of our Demon Cloud lineage! The true disciples are all in white clothes."

Zhang Yang nodded secretly, smiled and clasped his fists and said: "Brother Fang!"

Fang Xiuyu smiled and supported Zhang Yang's hand, "You and I don't have to be polite!"

The hospitality is like a spring breeze, which makes people feel comfortable.

But Zhang Yang didn't think so, he always felt that this Brother Fang was too enthusiastic towards him.

"Let's go, the ceremony is about to begin! You and I will enter the hall together..."

After saying that, he took Zhang Yang's arm and walked into the Demon Cloud Hall.

There were already some inner disciples standing in the Demon Cloud Hall, including several true disciples wearing white clothes.

However, the patterns on the white clothes were not Demon Cloud patterns, one was a round pattern, and the other was a beast-shaped fire pattern.

"Junior Brother Zhang, those are the true disciples of the lineage of Master Yunjing and Master Shouyan. I will take you to meet them after the ceremony..."

Fang Xiuyu said kindly.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Fang!"

Fang Xiuyu then introduced some of the situation of the Yifeng Sect to Zhang Yang, as if he really took Zhang Yang as his junior brother.

However, through Fang Xiuyu's narration, Zhang Yang did understand some of the situation.

The Yifeng Sect has a total of nearly 3,000 outer disciples, 300 inner disciples and five true disciples.

Miscellaneous disciples are not considered formal disciples of the Yifeng Sect, but there are many of them, about 20,000.

The strength of the three branches of the Yifeng Sect is not much different. According to the regulations, each ancestor has two true disciples, and the lineage of Master Moyun is still missing a true disciple.

"The ancestor is here..." Fang Xiuyu reminded in a low voice.

Zhang Yang looked up towards the center of the hall and saw three old men sitting on three seats. The one in the middle was Patriarch Mo Yun.