I'm Eight. Surely I Can Establish A Sect, Right?

Dumen Village.

"What did you just say? Build you a house? Come, come closer and say it again!" Ye Dahai waved his hand as he looked at the child who was half his height.

Ye Yan ignored the bulging veins on the other party's hands, and said, "That's right. I want a house. I don't need it to be big, just approximately 666 square meters is enough. It's best to finish it as soon as possible since I need it urgently."

Ye Dahai knew that it was time for him to use his secret technique after hearing his weird son's request. He put down his hoe and rolled up his sleeves.

"Bastard! Wastrel! You don't do farm work but try to use up our land every day?! I'll beat you to death!" As these words were said, Ye Dahai's fan-sized fist was thrown at Ye Yan, whistling through the wind.

The latter quivered and quickly dodged. At the same time, he frowned, "Dad, stop! If you don't want to do it, then don't. You don't have to hit me! Go away!"

"Ha! "If you don't want to do it, then don't"?! To think you can still say such words! Who was the one who had their eyes on this small piece of land of mine and pestered me every two or three days while not contributing? You useless son, I'll beat you to death!"

Ye Yan knew that things were bad this time, so he hurriedly moved his legs and ran out of the door, "Wait, dad! It's fine if it's not 666 square meters, just half of that is fine! Half is fine! It's not that big, don't you think?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Dahai dared to say that his vow of staying calm for this half a year was no longer in effect. The veins on his fists popped out, "Half of that? Little rascal, I'll make you a huge coffin that size!"

Whoosh! The sound of something cutting through the air was heard. Ye Yan looked back and was so scared that even his snot flew out. His father had thrown a hatchet at him!

"Hey, hey, hey!" His body stiffened and he quickly dodged. The hatchet brushed past his face.

That was close! He was that close to really lying in a 333-square-meter coffin. At the same time, he still couldn't understand why his father was so angry about his request for such a small house.

"Dad, I'll not ask for 333 square meters. Let's discuss it. How about just the size of a stable? "

"No!" Ye Dahai could feel his head spinning from the anger, "A stable? Do you think we have such a huge piece of land?! I'll give you land the size of a pigsty!"

Unexpectedly, those unintentional words made Ye Yan quiver when they fell into his ears. The next second, he shouted at the top of his voice, "Deal! The size of a pigsty! Just the size of a pigsty!"

Ye Dahai, who had caught up with him, saw that things had come to this point and did not want to mess around with his bastard son anymore. He stopped and showed a treacherous smile, "Okay, I promise you, but..."

"But?" Hearing his father's tone, Ye Yan felt uneasy.

"Kid, I'm not in a good mood right now. Let me give you two punches! Otherwise, there's no need to even talk about the pigsty!"

Sure enough, seeing Ye Dahai's sinister face, Ye Yan knew that he was done for. However, for the sake of the bigger picture, such as the house, he decided to take these two hits.

Soon after, cries as if a pig was being slaughtered came from the Zhu family's small residence. In the afternoon, Ye Yan went out with his swollen face and half-drooped arm while no one was around.

He was now eight years old. In other words, he had lived in this world for eight years now. To be honest, he still felt that he was in a dream.

In his previous life, he had been alone. Not long after he was born, his parents broke up and divorced each other. Both of them were heartless and didn't want to take their child, so what they left for Ye Yan was only the support money in his account.

He was sent to his grandparents' place, but within six years, his grandparents died while they were out. After that, he went to school, a boarding school, which meant that he was independent, completely so.

The traumatic experiences of his childhood made Ye Yan afraid of the world. His character gradually became gloomy, unsociable, and silent. In other people's eyes, he was like a cold person, but only he knew that he was just afraid of associating with others. He didn't seem to know how to talk to people anymore.

It was like a joke. Yes, Ye Yan's life had been like a joke, and at the end of his life, fate played a joke on him again.

He transmigrated. In his dreams, he arrived here in this place called the Guting Continent with his memories. He had arrived in Ye Dahai's wife's stomach.

This time, he had a good family. Old Madam Ye was very good to him but unfortunately died in a natural disaster. In the second year of his reincarnation, a blizzard covered the land and sealed the mountains.

It was strange, but the snow seemed to be listening to someone's call and suddenly arrived. It had clearly been the hot summer season, but frost suddenly fell and snow drifted.

Ye Dahai had brought Ye Yan's brother out to sell firewood and couldn't come back, so only the mother and son were left at home. They were poor and didn't have anything to keep warm. Afraid that Ye Yan would catch a cold, his mother kept him in her arms, using her body temperature to keep him warm.

Just like that, little Ye Yan survived several snowy nights under his mother's care. However, his mother, who was his pillar of support, fell sick.

The cold wind was fatal in that era. Without no medical treatment, the family could only watch as the mother's face slowly turned pale, until one morning, cries that reverberated throughout the village sounded.

Because of this catastrophe, Ye Yan recalled the pain of his last life and started to become gloomy again. However, when he saw his new father and brother taking care of him in every way possible, he knew that he was no longer alone.

At least this time, he still had his father and brother. Ye Yan began to change himself and contact the outside world. After spending some time with the villagers, he found that they were all nice, simple, and sincere. A typical example was the figure that was running toward him now.

"Brother Yan, what was the plan you mentioned yesterday? Why did you leave before you finished speaking? I couldn't sleep well the whole night," This person had a slender figure and looked extremely weak. It seemed that he had run over in a hurry as he was panting non-stop when he stopped.

His name was Chen Geng, from the Chen family in the village. He and Ye Yan were childhood friends. It was now the time Ye Yan and Chen Geng agreed to meet.

Hearing Chen Geng's question, Ye Yan became excited. He didn't care about his drooped arm as he shook it and said excitedly, "What I meant is that the location of our sect's base has finally been settled!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Geng was stunned for a moment. Then, he raised his voice, "What? Did Uncle Ye really agree to your request? I remember that your family doesn't have much land."

"Of course..." Ye Yan said bashfully, "But it's not a big house. It's just a small one the size of a pig sty."

Unexpectedly, Chen Geng did not feel disappointed. Instead, he seemed to be even more excited, "That sounds about right. According to Uncle Ye's personality, it would be strange if he didn't beat you to death for your request to build you a house."

"It's okay for the house to be the size of a pigsty, at least we have our own territory now," Ye Yan smiled, pulling Chen Geng to the river at the village entrance, "I'm telling you, I'm the one who built this base, so I'll be the sect master, okay?"

"Deal! You're my big brother, how can I say no?"

"Good! Hahaha, let's go and catch fish!"

Ye Yan's eyes were bright as he walked. The reason why he pestered his father for a piece of land to build a sect was because of an opportunity he had obtained half a year ago.

Ye Yan could still clearly remember the mechanical sound that had suddenly appeared in his mind that day. At that moment, he understood that his cheat had arrived. Ye Yan had obtained the "3000 Sects System" that was still unactivated. If he wanted to activate it, he had to meet one condition, and that was to own a piece of land as a base.