At this very moment.
Deng Bingding and the other four minor deities were watching the performance of the candidates in the Dao Heart test.
“The four of you have come this far, having experienced countless large and small assessments. You should know that the most important point in any exam is to understand the examiner's intentions and the main purpose of the exam.”
“This is the same for us now as examiners. Only by understanding the intentions of those above can we select talented individuals who will serve the Ten Great Sects and the Heavenly Court in the future.”
Deng Bingding continued, “Those soft-legged shrimps selected in recent years have greatly dissatisfied those above, and the results of various assessments have been declining year after year.”
“This reform aims to select people who climb up from the lower levels of Kunxu, people who have ambition, desire, courage, and can withstand temptation and pressure, so that they can go further on the path of immortality.”
“Among these, resisting temptation is the key to this round of testing.”
Looking at the candidates on the screen, Deng Bingding continued, “For example, in the illusion of this Dao Heart test, rich people face the temptation of even more money. If one level of temptation is not enough, then there is temptation from the second level.”
“It can be said that among these people, whoever is finally admitted to the Foundation Establishment Certificate will definitely experience similar things in the end.”
“So, you should understand our scoring criteria. One of the key points is how much monetary temptation the candidates resist.”
“If there are particularly outstanding candidates, reporting them will also be a meritorious achievement.”
Just as Deng Bingding slowly finished speaking, the meritorious service minor deity Huang Zichou looked at Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen in the illusion and said in surprise, “There are actually two poor students in this exam?”
The other minor deities also looked over when they heard the word “poor people.”
After all, it was a rare thing to see poor people in this Foundation Establishment Exam.
Deng Bingding also looked over and discovered that it was the student she had registered before. She remembered that the other party was named Zhang Yu and was a high school student from Songyang.
“Debts of 700,000, bank savings in the five-figure range, an ant.”
Ant, this was Deng Bingding's evaluation of Zhang Yu.
This was not a derogatory term, but rather stemmed from an evaluation system in her mind.
Just as gods have nine ranks and the Immortal Dao has ten realms, in Deng Bingding's view, people can naturally be divided into different levels.
Those without even a high school education are dust.
Those with a high school education and savings that are only in the 5- or 6-figure range are ants.
Those who graduate from high school, are at the peak of Qi Refining, and can find a job are cattle and horses.
Only those who graduate from university and can find a company job are barely considered people in Deng Bingding's eyes.
Looking at Zhang Yu's savings at this moment, Deng Bingding had already labeled him as a failure.
This was not because Deng Bingding discriminated against poor people, but based on her years of experience as a god…
“Although rich people have surpassed poor people in all aspects such as magic power, physical body, martial arts, and spells, they often win in Dao Heart.”
This was Deng Bingding's experience. From the performance in various exams and tests she had seen, poor people were inferior to rich people in all aspects.
Even if a very few poor people climbed up, the biggest characteristic was often that they were cheap to buy off, wanted the least money, and worked the most overtime.
On the other hand, rich people received training and tempering from a young age, so…
“The richer they are, the stronger they are, the more pressure they can withstand, the higher their vision, the stronger their ambition, and the more they can resist temptation. They are the Immortal cultivators that those above need most.”
“As for ants… sigh, why cultivate immortality if you don't have money?”
“If the company hadn't controlled the public opinion channels and desperately tricked people into joining the rat race, they wouldn't have been suitable for cultivating immortality in the first place.”
…
Just then, Zhang Yu in the light curtain had woken up.
The air he breathed was very fresh. With every breath, it was as if countless small hands were massaging his body, nourishing every inch of his flesh.
He found himself lying on a very soft bed, feeling an unspeakable relaxation all over his body.
He looked around and found himself in a room with particularly good sunlight, surrounded by all kinds of furniture that looked very valuable, but he didn't know how to use.
Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows was a rolling sea of clouds.
Zhang Yu took a step forward and found that there were forests and lakes in the sea of clouds… There was even a giant dragon spewing clouds and mist, soaring into the sky from the sea of clouds.
The sea of clouds was surrounded by dense skyscrapers and pavilions that stretched as far as the eye could see.
…
Huang Zichou said, “The rich people in the illusion said they admired him and wanted to entertain him.”
“Well, he refused.”
“It’s always like this at the beginning. They are very wary and decisive.”
Another minor deity analyzed, “Although they can’t detect that it’s an illusion with their cultivation and Dao Heart, they will definitely be very wary of suddenly being kidnapped to a rich man’s house and facing this kind of thing.”
Huang Zichou said, “But this house has free spiritual veins, elixirs, and food supplements to use. These poor people will definitely stay and take advantage of it…”
“Huh? He actually took the initiative to lower the spiritual energy concentration?”
Another minor deity also said in surprise, “He doesn’t eat the dragon meat that has food supplements and takes the initiative to order synthetic food?”
“What is this poor man thinking?”
…
In the illusion.
Zhang Yu didn't even look at the large table of delicacies in front of him.
Especially after the servant next to him introduced that almost all the dishes on the table were made from various powerful demon beasts and even flood dragons.
This made Zhang Yu even more afraid to eat. He only asked people to get him some synthetic food so that he could eat with peace of mind and reassurance.
Zhang Yu was afraid that after he ate it, they would ask for money and bankrupt him.
After all, he only had more than 10,000 yuan in his pocket, but he was staying in the upper city of Immortal Metropolis.
How did this feel… It was like appearing in the enemy's jungle with a sliver of health. He only felt that every step was frightening, and he might go bankrupt if he was not careful.
Thinking of this, he immediately asked people to lower the spiritual energy as much as possible and turn it off if possible.
…
Listening to the discussions of the surrounding minor deities, Deng Bingding said, “You guys, you usually come into contact with too many rich people and know too little about these bottom-level poor people.”
“He is just scared.”
“He is afraid that if he takes one more breath or eats one more piece of meat, he will go bankrupt if he has to pay for it.”
Go bankrupt if you take one more breath or eat one more piece of meat?
The meritorious service minor deities who heard this were slightly stunned. It had indeed been a long time since they had seen this kind of thing.
After all, people who are so poor are generally not worthy of communicating with them, nor are they worthy of appearing in such a high-consumption place.
Deng Bingding continued, “But this is only temporary. The poorer people are like this, the easier it is to fall once they start to satisfy their desires.”
“A long time ago, a poor farmer climbed to the second level. He was reluctant to eat, reluctant to wear, didn't dare to buy this, and didn't dare to use that.”
“In the end? Hehe, a city citizen status on the second level made him lose his determination to continue moving forward on the path of immortality.”
“There is no way, the lives of these poor people are too cheap and too easy to satisfy. It is much easier to stop them from continuing to climb up than to stop rich people.”
At the same time, Zhang Yu in the light curtain encountered more temptations.
…
In the illusion.
The pharmacy had all kinds of top-quality elixirs that could be taken openly.
The spiritual root room had three kinds of heavenly spiritual roots for cultivation, saying that Zhang Yu could use them at will.
The training room had a Yellow Turban Warrior that could be used as a sparring partner.
The twelve flying swords next to it were the same, saying that he could play with them at will.
Zhang Yu took a deep breath and tried to suppress the surging desires.
…
In the office.
The minor deity Huang Zichou sighed, “He can't hold back anymore.”
“During these few days in the illusion, he has been repeatedly confirming whether it is really free.”
“Once he confirms that it is really free, he will definitely can't help but start using these cultivation resources.”
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“Well, both parties are going to sign a contract to confirm that he can use all the things for free for two months.”
Just as Huang Zichou spoke, he saw Zhang Yu in the illusion had already turned up the spiritual energy concentration in the room.
…
In the illusion.
Another day passed, and Zhang Yu took a bite of a dragon chop, feeling the juice explode in his mouth, gradually revealing a satisfied smile.
He grabbed the syringe next to him and stabbed it into his arm.
Then he asked people to continue to increase the spiritual energy concentration.
…
In the office.
Looking at Zhang Yu's performance in the illusion, the minor deities present sighed.
“He is too easy to be bought off.” Huang Zichou said, “Doesn't he know that free is the most expensive? Once he gets deeper and deeper, he will never be able to leave these things.”
Deng Bingding, who was on the side, did not speak. In her opinion, this kind of thing was too normal. This kind of ant-level poor people had too shallow a vision and were so easy to fall into temptation.
Watching the illusion time in the light curtain pass day by day, watching Zhang Yu eat meat more and more fiercely, inject medicine more and more fiercely, and play with various flying swords and spiritual roots with relish, Deng Bingding knew that he had completely fallen.
Just then, Huang Zichou, who was on the side, said in surprise, “Hey, this kid is actually not sterilized yet? Isn't this making it more difficult for himself?”
…
In the illusion.
Zhang Yu walked into the cauldron room that he had not yet visited.
He saw six charming women, some petite, some plump, some slender, and some with demon beast characteristics… These female bodies with different styles all looked at Zhang Yu at the same time.
The girl on the side introduced, “Her name is Linglu. After she has been modified, she can drive your whole body's muscles to complete body refining movements during your use…”
“This is Yunxiao. She can receive and absorb the medicine poison in your body and help you eliminate the side effects of taking medicine…”
“This is Xianluo. She can secrete sedative hormones and relieve your psychological pressure through caressing and licking…”
“Master, as long as you agree to withdraw from the Foundation Establishment Exam, we will all be your property in the future.”
Hearing that he was going to give up the Foundation Establishment Qualification Certificate, Zhang Yu seemed to have imagined the familiar chill and the power of the ritual, and quickly waved his hand and refused, “Get out, get out, get out!”
“Don't mess with my Dao Heart!”
“I will never give up the Foundation Establishment Qualification Certificate even if I die.”
…
In the office.
Huang Zichou said in surprise, “I can understand refusing, but he actually refused so decisively?”
"To have such strong vitality and fiery energy as a high school student, and with no castration, he's at the peak of his desires. To think he could so readily refuse an opportunity to grow stronger while having fun?"
Another minor god beside him said, "I know! Is he perhaps a eunuch by birth? Is that why he doesn't need castration? Or maybe he simply doesn't like women, which is why he could refuse so decisively?"
Huang Zichou waved his hand grandly and said, "That's easy enough. Arrange ten handsome male cultivation partners for him, and we'll soon find out."
