Chapter Twenty-Four: Inner Gate Assessment

  Xian Xia ranking list, a bunch of great gods, fish ranked last, pitiful.

  Don't let the fish fall off the list!

  It was on this day that the inner door of Qingyun was being assessed.

  At this time, in front of the Qingyun Hall, people surged forward. There was an octagonal stone platform there, and the platform was flat. In previous years, the entrance examination was held on the stone platform.

  In every corner of the square, thousands of outer sect disciples chatted and cheered, their voices ringing out incessantly!

  "Our fellow disciple will definitely enter the inner sect, he's indeed worthy of being a poor man's disciple!"

  "That's because Master Fang is a man of his word, he joined our inner circle and our days became better!"

  In the poor people's camp, many disciples shouted loudly to cheer on Fang Yu.

  "Hmph, ignorant mud-legs. In this inner door assessment, our camp has Zhou Shijie, He Shixiong, Qing Shixiong and others. Even if Fang Yu advances to the inner door, his days will be just as difficult."

  "Isn't it? Besides, can Fang Yu enter the inner courtyard?"

  Among the rich young masters, they exchanged cold smiles and glances with a hint of mockery. How could Zhou Rou and others let Fang Yu enter the inner gate? They pulled him down to the outer gate, which was better for slowly tormenting him.

  Bang

  The bell rings out, piercing through the mountains, and the square suddenly becomes quiet. One by one, the disciples' faces are filled with excitement, waiting anxiously for good news.

  Behind the testing platform, four tea chairs were placed, which was prepared for the only four seniors of Qingyunmen.

  Simamen Zhang, Master Chen Tian, Second Master Qingxia, Third Master He Yunhai, these four pillars will firmly support the Qingyun Gate in the five factions and prevent it from being eliminated.

  On the side, there were four black-clad disciples. The four men had pale faces and arrogant eyes. They were among the few inner door disciples of Qingyun, with Tang Zhen being one of them.

  "I am from the Qingyun Gate, a sect of sword cultivators. Among the three great cultivators of heaven and earth, the Taoist cultivator seeks the Way of Heaven, the Buddhist cultivator seeks the self, and the sword cultivator seeks the Way of the Sword!"

  In front of the hall, Sima Kong stood up, a sweep of his usual slovenliness, and said with an arrogant expression: "The Sword Repair is a special cultivator who believes in advancing bravely and cutting down everything. They only believe in the sword in their hearts."

  "So, all sorts of techniques and skills are just side doors! Remember, your sword is your way!"

  His voice was as clear as a bell, resonating in the heart of every person. This is the true meaning of sword cultivation. Therefore, everything else is just floating clouds, including magic tools, spiritual armor, and other objects, which are not even worth looking at by those who cultivate swords. They are proud, they are confident, and the sword is the foundation!

  If you want something, take it by sword!

  For a moment, the younger brother's heart was surging, and he suddenly understood many things.

  "Alright, let's get started!"

  After finishing the opening remarks passed down by his ancestors, Sima Kong sat down, but he expected in his heart that this session would produce a few potential disciples.

  The entrance examination is very simple, with three tests, mainly based on scores.

  One: Cultivation Test!

  Although the proportion of Jing Shen period is very high, it does not represent 100% entry. In the five layers of Lian Qi, the proportion is slightly less, but if the strength is strong and powerful, there is also a chance to enter the inner gate.

  After all, sword cultivation is different from other cultivations, apart from one's own spiritual energy, it also places great importance on the understanding of the sword.

  Two: Swordsmanship Test!

  Familiar with three hundred kinds of swordsmanship, each and every one is demonstrated, and can also get a lot of points.

  Three: Challenge!

  The top five scorers in the first two assessments will be challenged by outer door disciples, with each person going through ten rounds. The one who wins the most rounds will enter the inner door, and there are only three places available.

  As for those who dare to come and challenge, if they win ten games in a row, they can also enter the inner door.

  Of course, this seems simple but is actually extremely difficult. After all, the disciples who have passed the assessment are all exceptionally talented and powerful. Winning one game may be easy, but winning ten games in a row is as difficult as ascending to heaven.

  There was once a disciple who tried to give up the first two assessments and attempted to challenge his way into the inner sect. As a result, he won the first two rounds but lost the subsequent ones because his spiritual energy was exhausted. This is a pity, after all, if that disciple had gone through the first two assessments, his chances of entering the inner sect would have been greater.

  Taking shortcuts and lacking sufficient strength is difficult!

  Bang!

  Another bell rings out, and over a hundred disciples come forward for examination.

  Zhang Dageng and Zhu Gan lined up, occasionally looking back. Zhang Dageng wondered: "Why hasn't my junior brother come yet? He's been in seclusion, I don't know where he's hiding."

  "He's come, but it won't make a difference, just adding to the commotion."

  Zhang Dageng nodded in agreement and immediately sighed: "Alas, although we poor people have many disciples, few of them are outstanding in their cultivation. At present, there is only Eldest Brother, alas!"

  It's clear that although there are few rich young masters, each one is an elite. Fang Yu thought of entering the inner circle, but it seems like he won't be able to avoid some twists and turns.

  The assessment of cultivation was a huge black stone, Elder Chen Tian was in charge of checking the scores. At this moment, he looked at the young man in front of him and nodded in satisfaction: "Fang Yu, Condensation Period!"

  His face remained as calm as ever, but in his heart he was overjoyed. However, after the excitement, he felt a little scared: "Damn it, I'm the only one who passed among these mud legs, and it's hard to make a sound with one hand clapping!"

  He had a feeling that this time's assessment, Zhou Rou and others would definitely make things difficult for him in every way possible. After all, among the poor disciples, he was the only one with the most hope, which made his heart feel somewhat flustered.

  "Junior brother, aren't you coming to fight side by side!"

  For some reason, Fang Yu suddenly thought of the Sixth Young Master at 6 o'clock. Although that person was not very reliable, as long as he was there, Fang Yu felt a sense of security in his heart, just like when he was a poor disciple, although he was a poor man himself, but actually, all his confidence came from that person.

  Perhaps because he has a natural temperament that gives people a sense of reliability, even if his cultivation is very poor.

  Moreover, Fang Yu thought about it afterwards and realized that at first there was no 6th Chen leading the way, he himself was still obediently planting in the medicine field. The idea of taking the lead to rebel, thinking about it in his dreams wasn't bad.

  More than half of the morning has passed, after the big waves have washed away the sand, the several thousand disciples who are left are Zhou Rou, He Wu, Qing Li Feng, Lan Yun and Fang Yu.

  Among these five disciples, four were from extraordinary backgrounds, while Fang Yu was the only one from a poor family. This time, many poor disciples sensed the smell of gunpowder but could only sigh in their hearts, unable to help.

  As for the rich young master, he sneered and his face was full of schadenfreude.

  The third test is a real battle and also the easiest to turn around, the disciples who can stand out are absolutely the strongest in the practice of Qi!

  "The third assessment, only three places are available. Among the five of you, the most outstanding one will enter the inner door!" Sima Kong stood up and said solemnly.

  For a moment, all eyes of the disciples fell on the stone platform, staring at those five potential disciples.

  "Zhou Rou is too strong for us to beat, but He Wu still has a chance. In the ten matches, we must make him lose a few rounds. Zhang Dagun, you go first, and we'll take turns fighting in shifts. I don't believe he can hold on for all ten rounds." Many of the poor disciples suggested.

  In response to a disciple's wheel war, this is obviously the best method. Of course, they can think of this method, and how can the rich family's children miss it?

  On the stone stage, Zhou Rou and He Wu exchanged a glance and sneered. They had long prepared ten outer sect disciples to challenge Fang Yu. Each of their cultivations was between the fourth and fifth layers of Qi Refining. Fang Yu might win one round, but what about the second and third rounds?

  Spirit will eventually run out.

  What about people like me?

  Among the poor disciples, there are only a few with good cultivation. The others are not worth worrying about. Winning ten games is simply not difficult!

  "The first one, Zhou Rou!"

  A loud and clear voice sounded, Zhou Rou bowed to the upper seat with a courtesy, and then looked at the disciples below.

  "Who dares to go up?"

  Her voice was soft and gentle, but it carried an air of disdain for everything. For a time, no one among the poor disciples dared to approach her, let alone the rich young masters.

  After a stick of incense had burned out, Sima Kong shook his head helplessly.

  "Zhou Rou wins the first set!"

  After hearing the sound, Zhou Rouxuan smiled and swept her eyes disdainfully over the crowd of disciples, then stepped down from the stone platform with a gentle lotus step.

  "Next, Fang Yu!"

  He stood up straight, adjusted his clothes, and walked onto the stone platform. However, just as he stepped up, a disciple who had cultivated to the fifth layer of Qi jumped up, wearing luxurious clothes that clearly indicated he was from a wealthy family's young master clique.

  "Master Fang, please instruct!"