YM778.TV Chapter 98: The conditions are reasonable, but the old man refuses them all.
Chapter 98: The conditions are reasonable, but the old man refuses them all.
Chapter 98: The conditions are reasonable, but the old man refuses them all.
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This was the true entrance to the Holy Demon Sect; the path outside was both a test for the disciples and a natural barrier.
At this moment, a constant stream of disciples was coming and going in front of the gate, where Feng Qingyang had been waiting.
The appearance of the large truck instantly drew the gaze of many disciples.
Such a domineering entrance was something they had never witnessed before, especially when they saw many cultivators running behind the truck, their expressions were even more colorful.
It seemed a person of great importance had arrived among the disciples this time!
Qin Lan’s complexion was rosy and her chest heaved; she glared at Li Xiaobai, who was puzzled.
“Good, Ye Liangchen, you finally did not bring everyone here; the number is a bit over, but it is still within an acceptable range,” Feng Qingyang said as he counted the number of people, nodding in approval, finally encountering something that pleased him.
“Alright, your chance to come here has arrived. Let’s test your cultivation levels, and then you can get a token to enter,” he said.
“Woof, old man, Lord Ergouzi wants to test his cultivation too!” Ergouzi said excitedly.
“Kikiki, this sovereign’s cultivation level is beyond your ability to assess,” Ji Wuqing said haughtily with her head raised.
Feng Qingyang’s forehead creased with lines of frustration, ignoring the two clamoring beings, he beckoned to a disciple nearby to begin the recording work.
The test of cultivation level was simple; the Holy Demon Sect possessed a magic treasure specifically designed to gauge a disciple’s cultivation. Simply place a hand upon it, and it would display the result.
This magic treasure resembled a compass, with faint traces of Yin and Yang Qi circulating around it. A bead in the center was used to test the specific cultivation level of cultivators.
“I will go first,” said Qin Lan, stepping forward and placing her hand on the Compass.
The bead in the center shone brightly, pleasing Feng Qingyang who stroked his beard with a satisfied smile.
“Not bad, Half-step Nascent Soul. You are on the verge, just shy of the final insight needed to break through,” he said.
The other cultivators looked on with envy, Half-step Nascent Soul was a realm most of them yearned for, and here Qin Lan had effortlessly reached it. Indeed, Immortal Qin was extraordinary, a true genius beyond the ordinary.
“Not worth mentioning,” Qin Lan said, with a trace of complacency in her eyes, glancing at Li Xiaobai before taking the token and leaving.
Her maid followed closely behind; as a maid, not a disciple, she did not need to undergo the test.
One by one, the others began to step forward to test their cultivation levels. Li Xiaobai sat in the driver’s seat deep in thought; he had not a trace of cultivation, and there was nothing in the store that could help him now, it seemed he would have a tough time bluffing his way through.
“Thanks for the Huazi from Brother Ye; Yu Sanbian will go ahead and test now. If Brother Ye opens a store, Yu Sanbian will surely be the first to support it,” said Yu Sanbian, holding half a Huazi in his mouth as he got off the truck and approached Feng Qingyang.
He disdained Qin Lan’s high-profile performance. True masters always kept their capabilities and achievements hidden.
Yu Sanbian’s cultivation level tested was at the first layer of the Golden Core Stage. Feng Qingyang gave him an extra glance but said nothing more. It was not unusual for disciples to hide their true cultivation level within the sect. If a disciple wanted to play the fool to catch the wise, the elders would not expose them.
As the number of disciples dwindled, Feng Qingyang’s facial expression turned somewhat stiff; something about the situation seemed off.
Almost all of the disciples who came for the test were at the Foundation Establishment Stage, with only a handful in the Golden Core Stage. The quality of these disciples was simply too poor.
“Damn it, it’s Ye Liangchen!” Feng Qingyang fumed, the near-thousand disciples eliminated in the Flesh Mountain fog were those who were confident in their cultivation level and unwilling to spend money to follow Li Xiaobai.
But the present disciples were different; because of their weaker strengths, they decisively opted to follow Li Xiaobai from start to finish. As a result, those who successfully passed the test were a bunch of second-rate cultivators, while the ones eliminated were the disciples with decent strength.
Feng Qingyang felt the urge to hit someone, wondering how such a damned thing had sneaked in.
Pointing at Li Xiaobai, “You, come here, and let this old man see your cultivation level!”
“The cultivation level of Liangchen cannot be detected by this mere Compass.”
Li Xiaobai stood with his hands behind his back and spoke indifferently.
“Woof, Lord Ergouzi also desires to have his cultivation tested!” Ergouzi nosed in once again.
Feng Qingyang didn’t want to waste words, grabbed Li Xiaobai’s hand, and pressed it onto the Compass. After waiting a moment, nothing happened.
Feng Qingyang frowned, the Compass, even if used on a common person, should reveal at least a trace of faint light, it’s impossible for there to be no reaction at all.
Could it be that the other party was able to suppress their cultivation to the point where even a Magic Treasure couldn’t detect it?
A dog paw stretched over, its beads flashing with light, breaking Feng Qingyang’s train of thought.
“What about Lord Ergouzi’s cultivation level?”
“Just a weakling, scram.” Feng Qingyang was quite frustrated and tossed Ergouzi out.
“Listen well, you all. In three days, there will be a competition among the disciples in training, and the winners among the top one hundred will be promoted to outer sect disciples. This is an opportunity—seize it well,” Feng Qingyang said.
“Furthermore, considering the mediocre cultivation levels of you disciples in this batch, you will stay in the area designated for menial servants before the competition. Any problems with that?”
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“There is a problem, cultivation does not represent strength. Although Liangchen has no cultivation, his strength is still defying the heavens,” Li Xiaobai stated.
“That’s correct, Lord Ergouzi casually obliterated the Blade Array without expending the slightest bit of cultivation!”
“Cackle, when yours truly roamed freely between heaven and earth, there wasn’t even such a thing as cultivation!”
The chicken and the dog chimed in agreement.
Veins popped on Feng Qingyang’s forehead, “Then you tell me, where do you want to stay?”
“Liangchen isn’t greedy, staying together with the other in-training disciples is enough. People should not be ranked into hierarchies based on their cultivation level. Even a minor cultivator can have grand dreams, everyone is the protagonist of their own life,” said Li Xiaobai, who still needed to find his senior brothers and sisters and thus couldn’t simply accept arrangements blindly.
The surrounding cultivators were moved to tears by his words. Brother Ruthless’s righteous conviction was touching as he argued with the Great Elder on their behalf!
“Hmm, not bad, your conditions are quite fair, it seems this old man has no reason to refuse.”
Feng Qingyang seemed to have calmed down, stroking his beard and nodding slightly.
“So then…”
“However, this old man rejects them all!”
Feng Qingyang’s eyes bulged as the fluctuations of the Nascent Soul Stage swept across the crowd, ruthlessly cutting off Li Xiaobai’s words.
“Today, this old man wants to teach you all one thing: the world of the strong does not care about the process, only the result, and by results, you are all weaklings!”
“Moreover, this old man is the Great Elder, and this old man wants you to stay in the area for menial disciples, any problems with that?”
Li Xiaobai was speechless; the Great Elder was quite petty, acting like a spoiled brat right now.
Bowing his hands, “Then we have no choice but to accept, thank you for the Great Elder’s teachings…”
Seeing Li Xiaobai’s demeanor, Feng Qingyang felt a surge of satisfaction. He didn’t care about rules; if he got annoyed, he would indeed make life difficult for you.
“Very well, off you go, this old man has high hopes for you, hahaha…”