Chapter Five, Class C Down

  "Lei Shidi, Pi Shidi, stop causing trouble! Quickly put away your magic and come over to discuss things!" Yin Laomo said irritably to the two of them.

  "No, no, it's Old Skin causing trouble, not me, Old Lei." The big fellow's voice was like thunder, shaking his bald head as if it were a rattle drum. He reached out and picked up the monkey-like old man sitting on his shoulder, shook his hand and threw him towards Yin Lao Mo, who was over a dozen steps away. "Old Big Brother, catch!"

  Whoosh——

  A strong gust of wind suddenly sounded, and the old monkey with white hair transformed into a white light, rapidly smashing towards Yin Laomo's chest.

  Yin Lao Mo let out a heavy hum: "Nonsense!" and didn't even lift his hand to block.

  As soon as the old man with a white beard saw his head about to hit his chest, something strange happened, and it seemed that an invisible force pulled him down. The old man with a white beard fell straight down, brushing against Yin Lao Mo's chest and landing on the ground.

  Bang!

  A loud crash, the entire hall shook violently, and a lot of water splashed out of the cauldron.

  An old man with a white beard jumped up from the ground, covering his buttocks, and scolded loudly at a big man surnamed Lei: "You stinky Lei, you threw me out like a stone? That's too much! I'll never play with you again!" The two ends of his white beard were trembling with anger. He turned around and glared at Old Demon Yin, saying angrily: "Old Demon Yin, you didn't catch me either, just watching my buttocks get smashed into eight pieces on the ground?"

  Yin Lao Mo sank his face and nodded to him: "Pi Shidi, you use this new gravity technique again, and let Lei Shidi throw it over with a heavy hand. If I rashly stretch out my hands to catch it, I'm afraid both of my wrists will be broken."

  The old man with a white beard turned his anger into joy, nodded and smiled: "In that case, it makes sense."

  "Hey! What about me? This 'Dance of the Celestial Bodies' is quite impressive, isn't it?" Lei Mengzhu walked over with large strides, rubbing his bald head and grinning at Yin Laomo.

  "Not bad, Lei Shidi is also very impressive." Yin Lao Mo rolled his eyes and said in a tone that didn't quite match his words, apparently he was also fed up with these two live treasures of disciples.

  Shi Dong only then understood that the tremendous force of their fall had actually come from that thin and small Pi Shi Di, and couldn't help but feel shocked and amazed, thinking about the enormous weight of that giant mountain-like technique.

  If I can master this incredible technique, I won't be afraid to go to Suishui City to eat the tyrant's meal. As long as I sit steadily in the restaurant, no matter how many big men come to push and shove, I will remain unmoved.

  Right after that, he envied the throwing technique of "Dough Reversing and Star Shifting" of that big man with the surname Lei. If he could learn it, he would never lose when playing marbles with his friends again, and the marbles would roll wherever he wanted them to.

  The stone moved with an itchy feeling, a pair of bright and agile little eyes kept turning around the five monks in the center of the main hall, with great interest flowing from their gaze.

  Suddenly he thought of it, don't look at the thunder surname big man and the Pi surname old man who appeared later with amazing magical powers, but the Yin old demon is afraid to be even more vicious. Just look at him as the leader of this group, and presided over this blood sacrifice ceremony, which means that he must be extraordinary.

  There was also the Huā surname woman who could make people's blood boil with just a smile, making them want to kneel down at her feet; and Zhī Tú Jǐn, the middle-aged cultivator who had shown a cold expression towards Yīn Lǎo Mó from the moment he appeared.

  "I'm afraid... I'm afraid their magical powers are too great for us to imagine?" Shi Dong was so excited that his whole body trembled, and his small face turned bright red.

  Previously, he was still afraid of this demonic sect that had brought him in, and the bloody killings were quite frightening. At this moment, he understood that it was just a special way to select disciples, and his heart no longer resisted. After all, those who died could not come back to life, and for an ordinary child like him, the top priority was to survive, followed by learning some skills to return home. Otherwise, he would spend his whole life as a small servant in a tea house in Sichuan City, what's the point? Even his mother and sister would have to suffer for a lifetime with him.

  In Shi Dong's young mind, becoming a celestial being through cultivation was what he truly desired deep down.

  "This... this Demon Gate might be even more formidable than the Ling Xiao Sect! Next, I may have a great opportunity to encounter it, or maybe not. Alas... the thought of going home can only be put aside for now, first think of ways to survive, learn some skills and then talk..."

  There were not a few young men present who had the same idea as Shi Dong. Having gone through numerous trials of life and death, they would soon face the next stage where they would be selected by the five old monsters. Whether or not they would be chosen was a matter of life and death!

  The young faces of the crowd all turned bright red, their eyes fixed tightly on the five masters.

  Yin Lao Mo, who was the first to speak, said: "Everyone, according to our prior agreement, this time the order of selecting disciples will be based on the quality and quantity of the young captives each of your sects has obtained. Do any of you have any objections?"

  The other four did not object and the five of them stood around the high platform, shooting divine light in all directions.

  Shi Dong immediately felt the hairs on his body stand up, as if he had been seen through by the five people's gaze. He knew that they must be sizing up the qualifications of the young men and couldn't help but feel secretly tense.

  After a moment, the old demon Yin burst out laughing and said: "The outcome is already decided, in order they are - the Sect Master's lineage, the Cloud Mist Peak master, the Inquiring Dao Peak master, the Scarlet Refining Peak master, and the Facing Heaven Peak master."

  The monks in the field cheered, and among the four gate owners, Situ Jin looked very frustrated, while the other three were calm. It seems that only Situ Jin had some resentment towards being inferior to Yin Lao Mo, while others had expected such a result.

  "In that case, I won't be polite!" Yin Lao Mo stretched out his hand and beckoned, and Shi Dong suddenly felt a loud splash of water beside him, and a young man flew by in mid-air, giving him a fright.

  Taking a closer look, it was indeed the young man who had just been praised by Bai Jing.

  "This child has the qualifications of a top-notch talent, and is also a Blood Evil Body, perfectly suitable for practicing my Blood Evil Magic. Haha... Disciple Sito, what do you think?" Old Demon Yin looked at Sito Jin with satisfaction, flicked his hand and threw the boy to his disciples beside him, who put clothes on him and led him away.

  Shi Dong was both shocked and envious, watching the young man leave. He thought to himself: "Huh, I didn't expect his talent to be so good, and he even joined the Palm Gate sect. What great luck! I wonder... which gate master will choose me?"

  At this moment of astonishment, he heard Situ Jin let out a cold hum, stretched out his hand and beckoned, and a young man flew to his side.

  "He's a top-notch talent, with a strong Heart Wheel, perfectly suited for the Power Path. If he's trained well, he won't be any worse than that little brat of yours!" Steward Jin said coldly, handing over the trembling youth to the cultivator behind him, who had his disciples come and put clothes on him and take him away.

  Next, the remaining three door masters took turns selecting, after three rounds, the selected disciples were reduced to second-rate; another ten or more rounds were selected, and the selected disciples were reduced to third-rate.

  At this time, nearly 40% had been selected, and the remaining ones were all below third-rate.

  Up until now, the five gate masters started to show a lack of enthusiasm and interest. It seems that they have great interest in disciples of A-class and B-class, but for those below B-class, they don't have much interest.

  Five people took turns choosing one by one. I chose one, and the remaining young man became fewer and fewer. Shi Dong hadn't even had a chance to wait for his own turn, and he couldn't help but feel anxious in secret.

  What made him most uneasy was that, he didn't know if it was because he had been soaking in the black water for too long, but the seven round marks on his body were all aching vaguely, and they even seemed to have a charred color, accompanied by waves of scorching sensation, as if they would ignite at any moment, and the situation was getting more and more ominous.

  He became more and more despondent, feeling that he had struggled to survive in vain, and now no one would choose him anyway.

  Seeing only over thirty young men left, Yin Lao Mo waved his hand and said: "The remaining ones are all third-rate or lower, I have no interest in such qualifications, let them all go to you!"

  He said with a smile, "Situ Shidi, I think you would be quite interested in such a disciple, wouldn't you?"

  This is obviously sarcastic towards Szeto Kam Yuen, meaning that he looks down on his disciple, but the other party will look up to him.

  Situ Jin let out a cold snort, raised his hand and beckoned. Immediately, seven young men flew to his side with a whooshing sound. He said coldly, "That's right, I like inferior disciples like you. Only after being trained by me will your true worth be revealed."

  With a wave of his hand, "Everyone, I'll take the lead!", he took his disciples and the selected young men to leave first, leaving Yin Lao Mo stunned on the spot.

  The delicate voice of Huamen's hostess followed with a sweet and greasy tone: "Shifu Sutu, slow down! Come visit me often when you have time."

  Shi Dong was both shocked and delighted at this moment, he had never thought that he would be chosen by Si Tu Jin. And the words he left before leaving "I just like such inferior disciples, it's only after being trained that my skills are evident", made Shi Dong admire him even more, excitedly thinking to himself: "This is indeed the demeanor of an immortal! I... I was actually chosen by him, from now on... he... he will be my master..."

  The thrill of escaping death left him dazed, vaguely feeling that everyone was led by Situ Jin to a large black cloud, after a ride through the clouds and mist, they landed on a high mountain peak, and all the young people were brought down.

  Suddenly it was dark in front of his eyes, and he was led to a deep cave. He didn't know how far he had walked before his eyes suddenly lit up again, and he found himself in a vast and spacious hall.

  The walls of the hall radiated a warm and gentle glow, with a Taishi chair placed in the center. The floor was paved with neat square tiles, which felt cool underfoot.

  Shi Dong Jing's body shook violently as he suddenly woke up, hastily lowering his head and standing at attention, quietly waiting for his master's reprimand.

  More than thirty young men who came together were also silent, each with a respectful expression, not even daring to take a deep breath. Those emotionless blue-robed cultivators stood behind them.

  Many young people on this road have experienced death and killing, and have already accepted the cruel survival rules of the demonic path from the bottom of their hearts. They know that if they are not careful, they will lose their lives, so who dares to show any disrespect?

  Situ Jin sat down on the armchair, saying nothing, but only gazing at these young men with a stern and majestic gaze.

  One breath

  Two breaths

  Three breaths...

  As soon as the stone moved, he felt that the gaze was like a thousand pounds of force, heavily pressing on his heart, and he quickly broke out in cold sweat, his whole body trembling. He could only grit his teeth and hold on, not even daring to make a sound.

  This was obviously a test, and no one dared to move rashly. They stiffened for half a cup of tea time, and the gravity suddenly disappeared, only then did the young people let out a sigh of relief.

  "Hmm!"

  Situ Jin suddenly let out a loud hum, scaring several young men into falling to the ground.

  Shi Dong's legs went soft and he almost fell over, but he quickly bit his tongue to distract himself from the pain and managed to stand up straight again.

  "So useless, a whipping is in order!" With a single command from Situ Jin, the several young men were immediately pinned to the ground by the blue-robed cultivators, their pants pulled down and whipped with a series of loud cracks, tiny droplets of blood splattering onto the surrounding youths' bodies.

  After being beaten, they pulled up their pants. The boys were forced to stand at attention again. This time, the boys looked even more respectful, but each of them was secretly trembling with fear.

  As soon as the stone moved, he felt a numbness in his buttocks and thought to himself: "Buttocks, you've managed to escape this time." Seeing that this master was not a kind person, he secretly reminded himself to be careful in his response, lest he provoke him.

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