On the platform.
The cultivators transford into examinees, each relying on their own skills to begin answering the questions.
The trio of Wu Zhi effortlessly penned a complete answer sheet with swift strokes.
Two hours passed in the blink of an eye. Many cultivators were still scratching their heads and were politely escorted off the platform.
The attendants took away the examination papers and handed them to Elder Qin for review. The more he read, the deeper his frown beca.
The examinees’ answers were fluent and displayed a high level of professionalism. Many field-specific issues were perceptive, with areas even he could learn from. But the trouble was, he didn’t recognize the exam questions. It seed he hadn’t written these questions.
How to kill elegantly?
Insights on cultivating in the Four Parts Obversation Realm?
Insights on cultivating in the Divine Passage Realm?
Predicting how a strong being in the Immortal Gods Realm should cultivate?
How to control sound waves during dual cultivation?
Each essay was ticulous, detailed in depth, so much so that even he hadn’t thought of such details imdiately, showing experienced expertise. None of it seed written by young novices.
Especially the predictions on the cultivation of Immortal Gods Realm cultivators, which were accurate. Without the cultivation level of the Immortal Gods Realm, such real insights couldn’t possibly be written.
The exam-taker was nad Yang Hua, soone he didn’t recognize. Having a powerful individual at the second heaven of the Divine Passage Realm amongst the examinees was already ludicrous; it surely couldn’t be an Immortal Gods Realm cultivator. Absolutely not.
Alas, he couldn’t get a handle on it; those who altered the titles were all showing Divine Passage Realm cultivation. The changes were too perfect, making it difficult even for him to tell the truth from the lies.
Damn it, this was the first ti in all his years as an elder that he encountered such a situation. After a terrifyingly detailed rational analysis, he concluded that these malicious title editors likely had cultivation levels not inferior to his own.
Does this an a group of old monsters snuck into the examination hall?
No wonder the atmosphere on the platform felt off, devoid of the aggressive spirit often displayed by the young, eager to win and prove themselves. It felt chillingly calm; this martial competition was a warning light.
"Let’s move on to the third round, shall we? A test of temperant. I’m sure none of you are unfamiliar with this. It’s a standard test. I know those who’ve cultivated to this level have exemplary temperant. This is just a formality, so please make yourselves comfortable,"
Elder Qin said with a kindly smile, suggesting the challenge wasn’t difficult and would be easy for them to pass.
But only a fool would believe that. This sly old fox of the Qin Family was trying to lower their guard, relax their defenses, only for them to find themselves trapped in deep waters when they finally realized.
The test began the mont those words were spoken.
The cultivators with slightly weaker cultivation levels noticed nothing; the scene before them hadn’t changed, and they firmly believed they remained in reality. Yet Elder Qin didn’t move, standing frozen at his spot.
"What’s going on?"
"Elder Qin, why haven’t we started the test?"
A young person asked, clearly puzzled.
"Sothing’s very wrong; the demonic beasts are invading, coming right at us!"
Just then, a streak of light flashed down, and so disciples rushed out, faces full of alarm.
"What? Prepare for battle at once! Go inform the Family Head!"
Elder Qin shouted angrily, "Temporarily postpone the platform contest and do not leave the city; please, stay within the city walls!"
But just as his voice fell, several loud explosions were heard, shaking the entire platform.
"Roar!"
Countless ancient beasts poured into the city, wantonly slaughtering cultivators.
"Purple Lightning Dragon King!"
"Crocodile Turtle!"
"Cangtian Snow Eagle!"
"All ancient beast species; how could they appear simultaneously in Abyssal City?"
"We’re here for a contest of martial arts, not to help your Abyssal City fend off demonic beasts. Release the city restrictions and let us leave!"
"Indeed, every young talent here is a pride of major families. If hard here, your Abyssal City will find it difficult to justify it!"
Seeing the apocalyptic scene at the horizon, the cultivators panicked. They couldn’t bother seeking reasons; there was only one thought in their minds: RUN!
Leaving this city quickly was the best strategy; otherwise, they might lose their lives!
"These new young people really haven’t seen much. They dare to call themselves the elites of major family forces without any vision?"
Wu Tianchou looked disdainfully at the young cultivators in panic, running around like headless chickens.
They weren’t even aware they were trapped in an illusion, yet they claid to be geniuses.
"You can’t completely bla them; after all, they are young and inexperienced. Plus, this setting was indeed viciously laid out, almost seamlessly integrated with reality, causing them to lose their bearings. It’s normal,"
Wu Dazhuang remarked.
"There are so with decent minds,"
Wu Tianlong observed, noting only a handful remained calm. Apart from Qin Ming and the Forbidden Area’s Child, the rest were like them, mixed in the crowd, all sly old foxes.
"Hold still, this array will naturally collapse without a fight."
...
On the high platform, in the audience seats.
The people were witnessing an entirely different scene. Soti along the way, the platform had been surrounded by a mass of vaguely rotten flesh, exuding a red mist that enveloped the cultivators on the platform.
The young cultivators flailed their arms and legs, gesturing wildly in the air, sotis accidentally injuring fellow cultivators, causing their sect leaders to flush with embarrassnt. This was truly a humiliating episode.
Li Xiaobai frowned deeply, staring intently at the massive ats encircling the platform. That flesh was all too familiar—Flesh Mountain!
An entity he’d dealt with since the Immortal Spirit Continent. The nauseating stench was unforgettable for life!
Even in the Immortal Gods Realm, they existed, and Qin’s family bred them extensively. Indeed, they are excellent tools for honing a cultivator’s will, captured by many great powers for their disciples’ training.
Just didn’t expect to see such a disgusting thing even in this realm.
"Nephew, have you gained any insight from this setting?"
Qin Tian noted Li Xiaobai’s peculiar reaction and smiled as he spoke.
"I see nothing except how disgusting and nauseating these chunks of at are."
Li Xiaobai truthfully replied.
"Hahaha, Flesh Mountain has existed since the beginning of ti, and this is not your first encounter. You did suffer quite a bit before it back then!"
Qin Tian’s eyes held a mysterious hint, laughing heartily.
"Indeed, indeed, nobody wants to face this thing; it’s downright disgusting. But for a cultivator’s will training, it is priceless."
Li Xiaobai nodded, grasping the hint and continuing the conversation seamlessly.
What he didn’t know was that the real Qin Yu had never suffered before Flesh Mountain. As a spoiled child with no discipline, he had never undergone training with Flesh Mountain.
Qin Tian’s eyes carried deep aning, and he said no more.
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