Chapter 4 The Five Main Gates

  Shi Dong closed his eyes and silently sensed the small insects entering through his pores, using his intention to guide them from his heart to his throat.

  He didn't know if it would work, but since the dead horse was treated as a live one, those youngsters with better qualifications than him all had circular marks on their throats, so he also wanted to try to get one.

  Perhaps it was psychological, or perhaps it really worked, but Shi Dong felt as if more tiny insects were drilling into his pores, making his chest, abdomen, and lower belly feel hot and stuffy.

  Suddenly, two hotlines jumped up, and he felt his throat and coccyx starting to heat up and swell, and the little bugs had jumped there again.

  Shi Dong was both startled and delighted, and didn't dare to divide his attention. He hastily concentrated his mind and guided it, fearing that this feeling would suddenly disappear.

  After a while, he felt his throat and coccyx getting hotter and hotter, with a tendency to continue rushing towards the center of his eyebrows. However, the small insects in the surrounding hot water were becoming fewer and fewer, and there was not enough strength to go further up.

  He quietly opened his eyes a slit, and saw that the green-robed monks were walking around the field, constantly picking up the young man to examine him carefully. Sometimes they shook their heads and threw him back; sometimes they nodded with a smile on their faces and put him into a new large pot.

  Shi Dong took a special glance at the qualified young man beside him, and couldn't help but be startled. He saw that there were two round and clear red marks on his brow and head, and some light pink floral patterns floated on his body, which looked quite pleasing to the eye.

  Taking a closer look, it turns out that those pink floral patterns are actually blood vessels, and for some reason they have all become distended.

  "This... is this going to turn everyone into demons?" Ishizuki muttered under his breath.

  Bai Jin and the female guest in green robes walked over together, Bai Jin pulled the young man out of the cauldron and whispered to the female guest: "Sister, look at this kid's talent, it's really not bad, I think he's at least a top-grade talent."

  The young man in a blue robe glanced over and sighed, "No matter how good your qualifications are, if you can't be selected as a disciple by Master, it's all for nothing."

  Bai Jin chuckled and said, "Anyway, this kid was chosen by us, so when the time comes, our sect's contribution value will be greatly increased." He carefully put the young man into the third large cauldron.

  "Huh? Brother Shifu, look! This little guy... actually... is bleeding..." The girl in the green robe's voice trembled as she reached out to lift him up.

  Shi Dong felt himself being lifted up, he quickly lowered his head to look down and indeed saw that in the clear-as-water large cauldron, at some unknown time, threads of blood had floated up.

  Bai Jin glanced at him, slightly stunned, before a look of disdain appeared on his face: "Oh, what was I thinking? This kind of situation is relatively rare. His meridian wheel has been interfered with and can't be opened normally, but because of his strong obsession, he forcibly absorbed the medicinal power to impact the meridian wheel, causing damage to it, resulting in bleeding. Hmph! If he continues to recklessly force it like this, even if the meridian wheel is opened, it will still be damaged, and future cultivation will be greatly affected. Such a waste, you'd better throw him away!"

  The girl in blue suddenly came to a realization, turned her head and glanced at Shi Dong, then was about to put him back.

  Suddenly she stumbled, because she stared at a pair of scorching eyes, staring at herself so hard, as if begging: "Immortal maiden, save me! Save me!"

  These eyes are naturally from Shi Dong, he understands that this is his last chance, once he is put back in the original large cauldron, due to the medicinal properties in the water being completely absorbed, he will not have enough medicinal properties to impact the remaining two circular seals.

  The woman in a blue robe hesitated for a moment, finally let out a light sigh, nodded, and put the stone into a new large cauldron.

  Shi Dong was overjoyed and quickly winked at her to show his gratitude. But she didn't even look at him, turned around and left immediately.

  Shi was stunned for a moment, then understood her meaning. This kind of help could only be done once, and whether he could survive in the end still depended on himself.

  However, for this taciturn female cultivator, Shi Dong had a very good impression of her. When he witnessed the slaughter earlier, her one sigh was deeply etched in his heart. He thought that if he could enter the sect in the future, he would have to thank this fairy maiden properly, and it wouldn't be in vain for saving his life.

  Having entered the new cauldron water, Shi Dong continued to concentrate his mind and strike, soon feeling an endless stream of small insects burrowing into his body, one after another opening up the round marks on his brow and the top of his head.

  At this time, he had a total of seven circular marks all over his body, which were respectively located at the top of his head, between his eyebrows, throat, mouth of heart, chest abdomen, lower abdomen, and coccyx.

  Seven places connected in a line, suddenly the whole body shrinks and expands, limbs and bones become hot and humid, those small insects start to move around, a comfortable feeling makes Shi Dong can't help but moan, just feel that the body is filling up with a surge of power, and it's still growing continuously.

  He was overjoyed and thought to himself, "It seems I've finally passed the test, now it's time to start increasing my strength! So next, is it just a matter of waiting for someone to come and choose me?"

  Taking a quiet look around, I saw that most of the green-robed cultivators had stopped wandering and were no longer trying to scoop the young man out of the large cauldron.

  The mist in the great hall gradually dispersed, as if it had reached the end of the ceremony.

  Wait a little longer, the fierce old man on the high platform finally raised his hands and shouted: "The blood sacrifice is over, and the selection of the 32nd generation of Mo Sha Men disciples will begin!"

  "The crimson-robed monks shouted in unison: 'The blood sacrifice is over, the eliminated ones will feed the ferocious mountain demon!'"

  One after another, they reached into the large pot and pulled out a youth, tossing him to those bare-chested brutes. The youths who were picked all fainted from fright, being grabbed by the neck by the brutes, just like carrying little chicks, and were dragged out of the grand hall in a file.

  Before long, wails and screams could be heard from outside, mixed with eerie laughter: "Delicious! Delicious! More! More!"

  The young man who survived in the great hall was pale and trembling with fear, but no one cried or resisted. It had come to this, they all understood that the Demon Gate was so cruel and bloodthirsty, just to select qualified disciples, as for those unqualified disciples, naturally there was no value in their existence.

  This is the demonic path, where everything follows the law of survival of the fittest!

  His heart was racing like a drum, the pounding force pumping blood straight to his eardrums, making a thunderous sound, so tense that he was frightened by what had just happened.

  He had just been picked up by Bai Jin, but when he saw the seven rings appear on his body, he let out a light hum and put the stone back down.

  At that moment, Shi Dong thought he was done for, but unexpectedly escaped again, and couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

  Next, he witnessed another two batches of young men being cleared out, until finally less than 200 young men were left, and the Taoist priests stopped.

  The heart that was jumping with excitement gradually calmed down, knowing that this hurdle had been overcome, and what kind of disaster would be waiting for oneself next.

  He quietly looked up at the old man on the high platform, and saw that he nodded in satisfaction, raised his head and shouted towards the upper part of the main hall: "The four great gate masters, show yourselves!"

  "Haha, Yin the old demon, you're so majestic! With just one loud shout, we have to line up and come out, it's really impressive!" Suddenly, a man burst into loud laughter, and in mid-air, a flash of light appeared, revealing a middle-aged cultivator wearing a black robe.

  This person's face is like a jade crown, with two sword-like eyebrows slanting into the temples, and his eyes are bright and piercing; his hands are clasped behind his back, as if strolling leisurely in an empty courtyard, he walks down with an air of ease; on his black robe, every corner is embroidered with silver threads, which shine brightly when moving, extremely magnificent.

  Shi Dong only took a glance at him, and had a very good impression, thinking that this was the immortal. He then glanced at the old man standing on the high platform, whose black robe was embroidered with golden threads, wondering which of the two had a more noble status.

  The old man frowned, and his disciple burst out beside him, shouting angrily at the middle-aged cultivator: "Situ Jin, you're the master of Chao Tian Peak, how dare you not pay respects to the sect leader?"

  A middle-aged cultivator known as Situ Jin raised an eyebrow, about to erupt, when a burst of silvery laughter echoed through the air and a woman in a large red robe descended from above. A wave of exotic fragrance wafted up, and upon closer inspection, her eyebrows were like painted willows, her eyes like apricot kernels, her skin as white as jade, and her teeth like shells - she was indeed an exceptionally beautiful woman. Unfortunately, the corners of her eyes, painted with red rouge, slanted upwards in a menacing manner, exuding a fierce aura that made one dare not gaze at her for too long.

  She bowed to the old man called Yin Laomo, and said in a sweet voice: "Master Shixiong, I have paid my respects." Then she turned her head and smiled at Situ Jin, "Hey, Master Situ, for my sake, don't fight with Master Shixiong today, okay?"

  Just listening to her sweet and sticky voice, Shi Dong felt his heart racing, the fragrance entering his nostrils made his heart beat wildly, almost jumping out. Frightened, he hastily covered his ears, closed his eyes, and even held his breath.

  The young men around him were even more unbearable, several of them with flushed faces and heavy breathing, barely able to restrain themselves from jumping out of the cauldron and pouncing on the woman in red.

  "Hahaha……Don't scare these kids!" Yin Lao Mo suddenly let out a loud, coarse laugh that sounded like the clashing of metal, causing Shi Dong to tremble all over. The surging feeling of blood and energy was suppressed, and he quietly opened his eyes.

  The boys around him all let out a sigh of relief and sat back down in their seats.

  Yin Lao Mo cupped his hands and returned the courtesy, smiling at the woman in red: "Hua Shimei, you're too polite. Your Nine Turns Enchanting Fragrance Skill is quite something - this old man's bones can hardly withstand it!"

  "Hua Shi's sister covered her mouth and giggled: 'Oh, Eldest Brother is really good at telling jokes. Who doesn't know that this old bone of yours is as strong as steel and iron? It should be that I, your younger sister, can't take it instead!'"

  Yin Lao Mo burst out laughing, and with her clever remarks, the atmosphere relaxed a bit.

  Situ Jin grunted and cupped his hands in a gesture of respect towards Yin Lao Mo.

  Yin Lao Mo also bowed his head and returned the courtesy, then shouted towards the empty space above the main hall: "The two masters of the sect hurry down! Today is the day to select new disciples. What are you two thinking? Don't you want to participate?"

  "Hahaha..." A loud burst of laughter suddenly erupted from the top of his head, like a few thunderclaps that shook people's hearts and souls.

  One person fell from the grand hall and crashed to the ground, causing the earth to shake twice. Over a thousand large pots filled with water all splashed out at once.

  "How can anyone be so heavy?" Shi Dong hastily looked at this person and as soon as he saw his appearance, he was frightened with his mouth agape.

  He was a giant of a man, with bulging eyes and a fierce gaze, his upper body bare and his lower body clad in a pair of short cowhide shorts, his head shaved bald and his feet bare, dressed no differently from the other big men wielding sharp knives, but his physique was several times larger than theirs.

  If those big men are like lions and tigers to Shi Dong, then this man is simply a wild elephant. Five or six Shi Dongs stacked up would be about his height, and seven or eight Shi Dongs tied together would just match the thickness of his waist.

  His entire body bulged with ancient copper-colored muscles, radiating a bright and shiny luster. As he moved his body, it was like a fat and sturdy groundhog darting back and forth, as if containing infinite energy; his fierce eyes scanned left and right, shooting out cold electricity in all directions.

  This man is so strong and robust that it's frightening, but as soon as he saw his shoulders, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

  On his shoulder, there was an old man who looked like a monkey, with a face full of wrinkles and snow-white long beard and hair. His body size was only as big as the palm of a bald-headed Han Chinese man. He shook his head and muttered to himself.