Chapter 12: Inner Gate Examinee

  And tomorrow is the assessment of this month, so these people all gathered together early, but most of them closed their eyes and didn't communicate with the people around them. They only took a glance at Zhang Feiyang when they entered the building.

  Zhang Feiyang found a cushion and sat down, next to him was a white-faced scholar. He originally wanted to greet him, but saw that beside him was also sitting a fierce-looking, bearded big man with round eyes staring at who-knows-what, so he immediately shut his mouth and followed their example in closing his eyes to meditate.

  By noon, people in the attic took out food from their own bundles and started eating.

  Zhang Fei Yang also took out dry rations and water, preparing to eat lunch.

  "Huh? Your dry rations look pretty tasty."

  A voice came from beside him, Zhang Feiyang looked up to see a young man in luxurious clothes speaking to himself, this young man was holding a seemingly precious treasure sword, with a red glow all over his face, either rich or noble.

  Zhang Feiyang ignored him, biting into the dry rations in his hand, which were specially prepared by the villagers for him, a superior and fresh dry ration that was much better than the ordinary one.

  The man in magnificent attire sat beside Zhang Fei and said: "Brother, I am Cao Meng, from a small country not far away. And you? What is your name?"

  "Zao Wan?" Zhang Fei felt that Zao Wan's name was really cheap, and it actually implied "finished with Cao!" So he blurted it out.

  The people around couldn't help but burst out laughing, Cao Wan's face turned red as he said: "It's all because of my dad giving me this weird name, what can I do about it?!"

  Zhang Feiyang reported his own name, saying he was from a village at the foot of Red Cloud Mountain. The two chatted casually and it turned out that Cao Wan was the son of a wealthy merchant who had spent a lot of money buying many spiritual elixirs and medicines, but most of them were fake. After taking them, they only gained a little spiritual power, similar to Zhang Feiyang's basic spiritual power. So Cao Wan bought a spiritual sword with three additional spiritual powers and climbed to the top of Azure Cloud Mountain. Having failed in the previous assessment, he waited here for another month, spending all his silver coins. Although he looked elegant now, he actually had very little money left.

  Not far from the Xianjian Pavilion, there was a merchant selling goods. He was, of course, an unscrupulous businessman who sold his wares at prices ten times higher than those outside. Despite this, his goods were still in short supply because it was extremely dangerous to climb to the top of the mountain and other merchants did not dare to come up. This merchant knew some magic spells and relied on selling high-end goods to these people who came to cultivate immortality, making a fortune.

  Zhang Fei gave one of his dry rations to Cao Zuan, who ate it with great relish and repeatedly said: "Brother Zhang's kindness today will be repaid by me in the future."

  "You're a rich young master, you don't have to worry about food or clothing, why are you risking your life to cultivate immortality?"

  Cao Wan looked around and whispered to Zhang Fei: "You and I are friends, so I won't deceive you. Actually, I came for the beauties of Xianjian Pavilion. I heard that there are many beauties in Xianjian Pavilion, each one can take a man's life. If I can mix in, marry a few fairy maidens and go back to live a comfortable life, how wonderful!"

  Zhang Feiyang patted his head and sighed, this person was indeed true to his name, a complete lecher! Zhang Feiyang didn't want to be friends with this kind of person, but most people here were fierce and evil, and there were few who could communicate, so he had no choice but to temporarily join forces with him.

  At night, more than a hundred people also slept in the building. Many commoners took off their shoes and went to sleep, immediately filling the air with foot odor that wafted over to the royal nobles, forcing them outside. The well-off royals set up tents outside, while those who were less fortunate could only huddle together in one corner of the building. Before long, those with smelly feet slept on one side of the building, and those without smelly feet slept on the other side.

  Zhang Fei Yang snatched a corner of the building, his head almost poking into the wall seam, only then did he not smell the stench of feet and fell asleep dazedly.

  The next morning, a "Dog-headed Immortal's Carriage" floated down to the middle of the Lofty Pavilion Square. The young boy jumped off the dog's head and said to the hundred people: "Have breakfast, and after eating, go take the test."

  A hundred people lined up to receive their breakfast, each receiving a meat-filled bun made from the flesh of a demonic beast, which was highly nourishing and effective in replenishing energy. After eating the bun, Zhang Feiyang suddenly felt his body filled with strength and exclaimed that the food of the immortal's household was indeed different. He immediately became more interested in the deeper parts of the Immortal Sword Pavilion.

  After the meal, more than 100 people boarded the Dog Head Immortal Boat. The boat is over 50 meters long and 4-5 meters wide, capable of holding over 100 people at a time. After everyone was seated, there were still many empty seats left.

  Several princes from various countries saw the dog's head and felt insulted, refusing to board the carriage.

  "Everyone is equal in front of the immortal, regardless of wealth or status. You newcomers to the immortal realm will start from the bottom and work your way up. First, you'll be dogs, then immortals. If you don't want to do that, you can leave! I'm going for a drive!"

  Those royal princes and nobles saw the Dog Head Immortal riding on a floating array, and immediately panicked. No longer caring about their dignity, they rushed up to the Dog Head Immortal's vehicle, and under the stern gaze of the youth, they lowered their heads in order to cultivate the Tao and become immortals.

  These royal nobles, although powerful in their own country, have little advantage when facing the Xianmen schools. The Xianmen schools, such as the Xianjian Pavilion, have many cultivators, and even a small number of inner disciples who grasp some Xian techniques can become figures who dominate the world when they return to the mortal realm. However, once these cultivators understand the benefits of cultivation, they will no longer be attached to the mortal world.

  This article is from "Wikipedia".