HeavenlyPen

Abandoned. Betrayed. Forgotten.

Jian Mu was born into the Heavenly Demon Sect, yet his bloodline brought him nothing but scorn. His mother, a mere commoner, perished under mysterious circumstances, leaving him at the mercy of his father’s scheming wives. Cast aside and left to fend for himself, he was forced to live in the shadows of a once-glorious sect.

But fate is cruel, and destiny is written in blood.

Deep within him, an ancient will stirs—the remnants of the a mysterious being of unmatched power and madness. Though Jian Mu does not yet know it, the whispers in his mind are not mere hallucinations but the voice of something sinister offering him a path. A path paved in agony, vengeance, and unrelenting power.

When the chance to enter the Heavenly Demon Academy arises, Jian Mu seizes it, despite his weakness. Against prodigies of noble blood, against monstrous foes, against a world that deems him unworthy—he will carve his name into history. With each battle, he will change. With each loss, he will break. And as his humanity withers, something far more terrifying will take its place.

The weak boy who was abandoned will not remain weak for long.

He will become a storm of blades. A requiem of carnage.

The Bloodsong of the Heavenly Demon.

Bloodsong of the Demon sect

Jian Mu stepped through the towering gates of the Heavenly Demon Academy, joining the crowd of new disciples gathered in the courtyard. There were hundreds upon hundreds of disciples all belonging to clans far greater then his. All eager, all hungry. Yet only a handful would be chosen.

In front of them stood a raised platform, where three figures observed them with sharp, calculating gazes.

The first was a towering man with a scar running down his left eye, dressed in simple yet imposing black robes. His aura alone was suffocating. Instructor Han, the Combat Master, known for breaking students who didn't meet his expectations.

Beside him was a young woman in crimson robes, her presence cold and detached. Instructor Mei, the Strategy and Internal Cultivation Master, rumored to be as ruthless with her lessons as she was in battle.

The last was an elderly man, dressed in deep violet, his gaze filled with quiet menace. Elder Bai, the overseer of the entrance exam. His word was final.

Elder Bai stepped forward, his voice cutting through the murmurs.

"The Heavenly Demon Academy does not accept the weak! This is not a place for cowards or fools who think talent alone will carry them!" His gaze swept over them like a blade. "If you wish to enter, you must earn your place. If you fail, you leave—or you die."

Some disciples stiffened. Others grinned, eager for bloodshed.

Jian Mu remained still. He already knew—this was a battlefield, nothing more.

"The entrance exam will be divided into three trials," Elder Bai continued. "The first will begin now."

With a flick of his wrist, a massive stone gate behind him rumbled open, revealing a huge forest with wooden weapons, dummies, and an arena drenched in old bloodstains.

"The first trial is simple." Instructor Han's voice was like gravel grinding against steel. You must collect 1 golden talesmans before sun rise. They are 200 of them here and last of all, Survive!"

A low growl echoed from within the training ground. Dozens of caged beasts stood in the distance, their eyes glowing with hunger.

"Collect a Talesmans and prove your worth. If you cannot fight, you do not belong here."

He had no martial arts experience. No sword techniques. No training.

As the cages were unlocked, chaos erupted.

The First Trial