C19 Admission assessment

Time always passed by quietly without anyone noticing. There was no sound or fluctuation, only a series of footprints that proved that it had been here before.

In half a month's time, with the help of the praying mat, Fang Yi managed to stabilize his cultivation at the early third level of Qi Refining, while Mu Linger and Little Fatso had unsurprisingly reached the early second level of Qi Refining.

During this half a month, the number of people who came to participate in the exam had increased to more than five hundred people. Even so, not all the rooms were filled.

As for those who had come here, some were from cultivation families, some were from noble families, and some were disciples of rogue cultivators. They could be said to have gathered all sorts of people.

However, without exception, these people were all under the age of eighteen. Moreover, they had at least reached the first level of Qi Refining. Clearly, the Yun Feng Sect had already eliminated some people who did not even meet the most basic requirements.

Under the command of ten young men wearing light blue robes with purple clouds engraved on their chests, all of the participants of the entrance exam were neatly arranged in rows. Standing in front of the crowd was the middle-aged man from before.

"Senior brother Ren, the arrangements have been made." A young disciple said in a low voice as he walked to the side of the middle-aged man.

"Yes." The middle-aged man who was called Senior Brother Ren nodded his head, before sweeping his eyes across the crowd and said: "Everyone, today is the day our Yunfeng Sect will select our disciples." "Among you, only a very small number of you will be chosen to become disciples of our Yun Feng Sect."

When the youths heard this, they were immediately silenced. Fang Yi also felt a wave of unease. Although he had been cultivating all this time, he also learned from the little fatty that there were five hundred and sixty people participating!

"Cultivation is the first priority. Everyone has passed the first test by being able to stay here today." The first test is about the talent for cultivation. For everyone to be able to reach the first level of Qi Refining before the age of 18, it is enough to show that you have talent for cultivation.

Cultivating is a struggle against the heavens, against the earth, against nature, against spirit energy. "Only those with perseverance, perseverance, and strength would be able to walk the Immortal path for a long time."

The middle-aged man paused for a moment before continuing, "This second test is an assessment of perseverance and strength." Follow the road behind you and go all the way to the first mountain peak you see. The top one hundred place will be passed this time's examination before nightfall.

On the way, he had to rely on his own strength and not borrow any talismans or magic tools, or else he would fail. Now, let's begin. "

As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, everyone turned into a mess and ran towards the front. Fang Yi and the other two looked at each other and melded into the crowd, running towards the mountain peak.

After walking for less than half a day, the three of them shook off quite a few people and arrived at the foot of the mountain.

Looking at the towering mountain peak, the little fatty's legs gave way and he collapsed on the ground, panting as he said, "This mountain peak is too high. Looking at the towering mountain peak, the little fatty's legs softened as he sat on the ground, panting as he said," With that, he took out another steamed bun and started to eat it.

"Damn fatty, get up. There are already a lot of people running in front of us. If we don't hurry up, we'll really be eliminated." Mu Linger looked at the mountain peak with a worried expression as she spoke to the little fatty.

"I really don't have any strength left. Don't wait for me." "Why don't you wait for me to eat two more steamed buns?" Little Fatty took out two steamed buns and said.

"Brother Yi, what should we do?" Mu Linger turned her gaze towards Fang Yi.

Fang Yi looked at the mountain peak that was obscured by the clouds and then looked at the little fatty who was eating a steamed bun on the ground. He felt helpless in his heart.

Was eating that important? Fang Yi thought.

Hm? Eat …

Fang Yi's eyes lit up as he suddenly grabbed the storage pouch at the little fatty's waist and tossed it to Mu Linger. Following that, he shouted loudly at Mu Linger, "Quickly run!"

Mu Linger was at a loss as she received the storage pouch. Although she didn't know why, she still listened to Fang Yi and dashed to the top of the mountain. Even Fang Yi was unable to catch up to Mu Linger, who had used the Godspeed Technique.

"What are you doing?" "Give me back my storage bag!" The little fatty stood up abruptly and shouted loudly at Mu Linger, who was in front of him.

"If you want the food in your storage pouch, then catch up to Ling'er. Otherwise, I'll have Ling'er split the food among the people at the top of the mountain." After Fang Yi finished speaking, he ran towards the peak of the mountain without looking back.

"Give me back my steamed bun!" The little fatty wailed in grief. He forcefully swallowed the remaining half of the steamed bun in his hand before chasing after the two of them.

To be exact, he was chasing after the steamed bun in his storage bag.

Just like this, the three of them continued to chase each other, one chasing and the other running. There were actually more than a few people in a row.

However, the height of the mountain was beyond Fang Yi's imagination. When the three of them had climbed halfway up the mountain, even Fang Yi felt that the spiritual power in his body was almost exhausted, let alone Mu Linger and Little Fatty, who were both at the second level of Qi Refining.

"I'm going to die. Hurry up and give me back my storage bag …" Little Fatso climbed up one step at a time, her voice weak as she muttered.

"Little Yi bro, I can't do it either. This mountain is way too high. I feel like my whole body has been sucked dry, and I don't have the strength to climb it anymore." Mu Linger laid on the steep stairs in front of the little fatty, her face pale. Above her, there were several youths slowly climbing upwards on all fours. It was obvious that they were reaching their limits.

"Hold on, we're already halfway up the mountain. There are only six or seven people ahead of us. We can't give up so easily." Fang Yi panted as he held the tree trunk by his side with one hand. His gaze followed the peak of the mountain as if he could see through the clouds to the peak.

"But I really don't have the strength. Even if you give me a steamed bun now, I won't have the strength to bite it." The little fatty crawled to Fang Yi's side and directly laid down on the stone steps, breathing heavily.

"Little Yi bro, you should leave first. Don't worry about us, we really can't move anymore." Mu Linger advised. Although she wished she could persevere, her legs were like lead, making it difficult for her to take a step forward. Despair filled her heart.

Fang Yi's face was pale and he remained silent. There was still a bit of spiritual power left in his body right now. If he ignored the two of them, he was confident that he would be able to surpass the others.

However, it was impossible for him to abandon his companions.

"Let's go!" Fang Yi stretched out his hand and said to the little fatty.

"I …." The little fatty still wanted to say something, but when he saw Fang Yi's gaze, he didn't say anything.

He pulled the little fatty's hand, placed it on his own shoulder, and slowly walked to Mu Linger's side. He extended his hand and pulled Mu Linger along. The three of them walked side by side, supporting each other as they walked towards the mountain peak.

"The Great Dao is merciless. All men are in love …." At the foot of the mountain, the man surnamed Ren muttered to himself as he watched the three of them support each other on the stone steps, step by step, like snails.

"Senior brother Ren, it's almost time." A youth beside the man surnamed Ren said in a low voice.

"Yes." The man surnamed Ren raised his head. Through the leaves of the forest, he could see a faint blush in the west. Although it was beautiful, it still gave off a sorrowful feeling.

No matter how beautiful the setting sun was, it was still a dream at dusk. It could not stop the curtain of night from descending.

The middle-aged man sighed as he took off his sword, transforming into a beam of light as he flew towards the peak of the mountain.