At the peak of Flying Sword Mountain, Li Beifei, Duan Fei, Bai Yifei, and Xuan Mingzi stood together, looking down.
"Hey, how many people do you think will make it to the second test in the end?"
Xuan Mingzi asked curiously.
"According to the previous ratios, about one-tenth of them should remain," Duan Fei said with a smile. He had the most say in this, after all, he had always been involved in the development of the Seven Star Sword Sect.
Sure enough, after half an incense stick's time, only four thousand three hundred and twelve young men and women remained standing out of the tens of thousands. However, these people were also covered in sweat, obviously enduring tremendous pressure.
In the sky, Yang Fan nodded with satisfaction as he looked at the young men and women who were still standing. He said, "The second test will begin in an hour. Use this hour to prepare well."
"As for those who didn't pass my test, don't be discouraged. It's just that you are not suitable for the sword path of our Seven Star Sword Sect, and you can choose other cultivation directions. Disperse!"
Those who were eliminated reluctantly left the foot of Flying Sword Mountain in an orderly manner under the arrangement of the Seven Star Sword Sect disciples. Soon, the originally crowded foot of the mountain seemed a bit empty.
The young men and women who passed the test were extremely excited, chattering and discussing.
"That was close! I almost couldn't hold on. Fortunately, I gritted my teeth and persevered, otherwise my dad would definitely be disappointed if I went back like that."
Among this group of young men and women, there was a delicate-looking girl with bright, watery eyes and simple clothes, patting her chest and whispering in relief.
"I wonder if Young Master Yi has passed," the girl suddenly thought of something, her face flushed slightly.
"Sister Duanmu, that's great, you passed the test too."
At this moment, a handsome young boy in brocade and silk clothes walked over. Saying he was a young boy was perhaps inaccurate, as he looked only ten years old, three or four years younger than the girl.
"Young Master Yi, you passed too, that's wonderful!" When Duanmu Yun saw the young boy, she perked up immediately, as if all her previous fatigue had vanished.
Duanmu Yun's ancestors had all been servants of the Yi family. Duanmu Yun was Yi Jifeng's personal maidservant. Everyone understands what a personal maidservant is—someone who might become the young master's concubine in the future.
Yi Jifeng was the wealthy young master who had rewarded Gu Changsheng, disguised as an old man, with one hundred middle-grade source crystals. He had a strong desire to join the Seven Star Sword Sect, and when the Seven Star Sword Sect's recruitment event was held as scheduled, the Yi family sent people to escort Yi Jifeng to the Seven Star Sword Sect. Duanmu Yun, as Yi Jifeng's personal maidservant, naturally had to follow.
Duanmu Yun's father was also a high-ranking servant of the Yi family, but he didn't want his daughter to be like him, a servant to be bossed around for the rest of her life. Therefore, when he learned that Yi Jifeng would be taking Duanmu Yun to the Seven Star Sword Sect, he urged Duanmu Yun to work hard to join the Seven Star Sword Sect, as this was their Duanmu family's only chance to turn things around.
"Sister Duanmu, here, eat this, and you'll have the strength to climb Flying Sword Mountain later," Yi Jifeng walked up to Duanmu Yun, took out a pill from his bosom, and a faint fragrance instantly permeated the surroundings, immediately attracting the attention of the people around.
"My god, who is this little brother? He's so generous, taking out a third-order spirit pill."
Spirit pills are divided into first to ninth order, corresponding to the nine cultivation realms, and above that are saint-level pills.
The one in Yi Jifeng's hand was a third-order spirit pill, corresponding to the凝神 (Ningshen) realm, but Yi Jifeng was only a觉醒 (Juexing) realm early-stage little cultivator. To be able to take out a third-order spirit pill, his family background must be quite extraordinary.
Duanmu Yun looked at the pill her young master handed over with a blank expression. Soon, she came back to her senses and shook her head repeatedly, saying, "Young Master, this pill is too precious, I can't take it."
For Duanmu Yun, she couldn't afford this pill even if she sold herself. How could a maidservant like her take something so precious? It didn't align with the values she had been taught since childhood.
The people around looked at Duanmu Yun with envy, wishing they could switch places with her.
Yi Jifeng said, "Sister Duanmu, you're my person, what's wrong with me giving you a pill?"
"Wow, this little brother is so good at flirting, actually saying something like that."
"Look, the girl is blushing, haha, she's been flirted with."
Listening to the whispers around them, Yi Jifeng didn't react much, after all, he just regarded Duanmu Yun as his own person, but Duanmu Yun blushed furiously. Afraid that her young master would say something shocking if he continued, she immediately took the pill and swallowed it under Yi Jifeng's reminder.
After swallowing it, she immediately felt that her body was much lighter, and even the mental energy she had previously lost was replenished. Her overall mental state was many times better than before.
"Thank you, Young Master!" Duanmu Yun said.
Soon, an hour passed, and the second test began.
Under Yang Fan's guidance, a group of young men and women began to climb Flying Sword Mountain from different directions.
In the clouds, Gu Changsheng, the Golden Ancient Emperor, and the Divine Calculator were already tired of watching, so they started brewing wine and chatting about something.
The White Tiger Demon Emperor and Houtu, on the other hand, watched with great interest, pointing and commenting from time to time.
"Hey, Little White, look at that little girl. The five elements in her body are biased towards fire, but it's not pure enough. If she had a Fire Virtue Body, she could inherit my brother Zhurong's inheritance. And that little boy, the five elements are biased towards water, but it's still too mixed… Alas, why is it so difficult to find twelve people who can inherit the inheritance of our twelve Ancestral Gods? So far, only my apprentice Tuoba Yu'er can inherit my earth law."
Houtu kept complaining and sighing, like a widowed woman, full of resentment.
"Sister Houtu, don't worry, this can't be rushed, you have to take your time," the White Tiger Demon Emperor comforted.
"Pfft!"
Suddenly, a sound attracted their attention. They looked back and found that the Golden Ancient Emperor and the Divine Calculator were covered in moisture.
"What's wrong with you guys…"
Houtu asked in confusion.
"It's nothing, nothing, you guys continue chatting," Gu Changsheng chuckled, telling them to turn around and continue chatting.
Houtu glanced at Gu Changsheng, she didn't believe that nothing was wrong. But seeing the miserable state of the Golden Ancient Emperor and the Divine Calculator, she remembered when Gu Changsheng put chili peppers in the wine he brewed, and Gu Changsheng sprayed her with it too.
After Houtu and the White Tiger Demon Emperor turned around and continued their topic, Gu Changsheng muttered, "Why did this old woman win Little White over so quickly? Strange, apart from that rebellious apprentice, Little White is usually indifferent to others, but she's actually calling Houtu 'Sister'? Could it be that Houtu cast some kind of charm on Little White?"
Gu Changsheng didn't understand the mysteries of friendship between women. The Divine Calculator and the Golden Ancient Emperor sitting across from him suddenly felt bad.
"Boss, we're all at this level of cultivation, you don't have to spray wine even if you're surprised, it's such a waste!" the Golden Ancient Emperor said resentfully.
"Waste? Then you should drink it all!" Gu Changsheng retorted.
"Then please continue spraying!" the Golden Ancient Emperor immediately admitted defeat. Drink the wine that someone else sprayed out? He didn't have that kind of perverted hobby.
The Divine Calculator seemed to have resigned himself to his fate, without any complaints, just took out a silk scarf and slowly wiped the wine stains off his body.
Anyway, he couldn't beat him. Reason? Fists are the reason.
Let it be!
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