nChapter 3 – Test

nWang Zhuo was dazed by the scene before him. It took a long time for him to recover his senses, and the amount of arrogance in his heart had shrunk.

nAt that moment, several rainbow colored swords flew toward them. For each sword that dissipated, there was a Heng Yue Sect disciple, each followed by several 15 year olds.

nThere were both male and female youths. As they landed, they too had similar expressions to Wang Lin’s group as they stared at the scene in front of them with different expressions.

nAll of the Heng Yue Sect disciples that brought the youths gathered at the side and started talking about the youths. After waiting for a while, all the other youths who had been recommended arrived at the sect. A black clad middle aged man scanned the area. He emotionlessly said, “Among the lot of you, only a few will be selected to be Heng Yue Sect disciples.”

nAll of the youths cried out in shock. Wang Lin’s heart shuddered. He counted a total of 48 people taking the test.

n“Cultivation, the path to becoming an immortal, depends on your natural talent. The first test is to see whether or not your spirit is strong enough. Now, whoever I point to will come up and take the test.” The middle aged man emotionlessly pointed at a youth.

nThe youth’s legs trembled. He walked over carefully. The middle aged man put his hand on his head and said, “Not qualified, stand to the left.”

nThe youth suddenly lost all strength. Face looking bleak and eyes blank, he moved to the left in silence.

nThen, another youth was pointed at. He moved forward with a fearful expression.

n“Not qualified.”

n“Not qualified.”

n“Not qualified.”

nTen people in a row all failed the test. Up until now, there was still no one to the right of the middle aged man.

nIt was Wang Zhuo’s turn. All of his previous pride had disappeared from his face. Looking pale, he stepped forward.

nAfter the middle aged man put his hand on Wang Zhuo’s head, his face suddenly lit up and asked, “What is your name?”

nWang Zhuo quickly replied respectfully, “Immortal Hui Bing, my name is Wang Zhuo.”

nThe middle aged man nodded. He smiled, and said, “So, you are the one Martial Teacher mentioned. Good, Wang Zhuo, stand to the right.”

nWang Zhuo felt exaltation and walked toward the right under everyone’s admiration. His eyes were filled with arrogance and contempt as he looked at the crowd. He felt untouchable.

n“Mother f*cker, he is one lucky dog.” Wang Hao murmured to Wang Lin, while curling his lip.

nWang Lin’s heart became more tense. In front of his eyes rose his parents’ eyes, filled with expectations. He tightened his fists.

n“Not bad. You also stand to the right,” said the middle aged man, surprised, to the young girl in front of him.

nAfter a short period of time, almost all of youths had been tested and only two stood to the right of the middle aged man. Wang Hao was up next.

nWang Hao quickly ran up to the middle aged man. Before he could even start the test, he knelt to the ground and kowtowed a few times. He said, “Immortal Hui Bing, may you enjoy a long life! My name is Wang Hao. You already tested so many people! You must be tired. Why don’t you rest for a while. I’m in no rush, it’s no problem.”

nThe middle aged man laughed out loud. Testing so many people whose faces were filled with fear, yet this clever youth here, without the slightest bit of fear, was trying to win favor with him. He pressed his hand on Wang Hao’s head and said, “Spirit is lacking, not…”

nThe moment Wang Hao heard his spirit was lacking, his heart plummeted. Without waiting for the middle aged man to finish, he quickly pulled out a jaded box and presented it front of him. Wang Hao wisely said, “Immortal Hui Bing, my father found this by accident in the mountain, but was unable to open it. I especially brought it to give to Immortal Hui Bing.”

nThe middle aged man chuckled as he shook his head. He was about to refuse Wang Hao, but as he scanned the box, his pupils suddenly contracted. His face suddenly lit up. “Not bad! This is an at least 300 year old mushroom. Looking at the jade box, it was sealed by a cultivator. No wonder your father couldn’t open it.” He paused, then said, with a slightly faltering voice, “I’m in need of a helper for my pill concoction, are you willing to be my helper?”

nWang Hao, surprised, got up quickly. The difference in treatment was like heaven and earth, causing him to be very excited. He exclaimed, “Yes Immortal Hui Bing, I am willing!”

nThe middle aged man said, while chuckling, “Being my helper, I won’t mistreat you. You can cultivate just like the other disciples. Go stand to the right.”

nWang Hao was very excited in his heart. He ran to the right side and faced Wang Zhuo with a triumphant stare.

nThe faces of all the youths that failed turn pale. All of them felt very depressed. A few even started crying.

nThe middle aged man frowned. He shouted, “Send away all those who started crying.”

nA few of the Heng Yue Sect disciples stepped out. They quickly took the ones that started crying and casually disappeared in swords of light.

nThe middle aged man pointed at Wang Lin.

nWang Lin took a deep breath. He nervously walked toward the side of the middle aged man. His mind was completely blank. Praying silently in his heart, he couldn’t help but remember the expectations in his parents’ eyes.

n“I will definitely be selected!” Wang Lin thought, with determination.

nThe middle aged man’s hand pressed on his head. With a deadpan face, he said the two words Wang Lin dreaded the most.

n“Not qualified!”

nWang Lin didn’t remember how he had made it to the left side, he only heard the spring thunder roaring in his ears and echoing the two words the middle aged man had said.

nAfter a moment, everyone had been tested, and only three people stood to the right. In the eyes of everyone else, the three were insurmountable and immensely tall.

nWang Zhuo looked at Wang Lin with face full of contempt, fully expressing his disdain for him.

n“While a strong spirit is needed in order to be a cultivator, perseverance is even more important. Even ordinary students like you, with enough perseverance, can become a sect disciple! The second test is perseverance!” The middle aged man paused, then said, with a deadpan face, “Follow the steps up. If you reach the top, you are qualified. If you’re not finished within three days, you fail. Those who fail will be returned to their families. If you cannot endure any longer or meet danger, just yell out loud and someone will come and save you.”

nThe middle aged man smiled to the three on his right and said, “You two, follow me to meet the patriarch. We will also find you masters. Wang Hao, you don’t need to go. Come with me to the pill house so you can get used to the place.”

nAfter the middle aged man finished giving instructions, he took the three selected youths and disappeared into the mountains.

nWang Lin took a deep breath. His eyes were full of determination. He walked up the stone steps with no hesitation and started the test of perseverance.

nAside from the three selected youths and the six crying youths who were taken away, thirty nine remained.

nAmong these 39 youths, the ones that were very depressed, the ones very determined, and those who were scared all walked towards their own future.

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