"She really revealed it!"
"I'm afraid Wen Yun is crazy about entering the inner sect!"
Seeing Wen Yun peel off the yellow paper, the outer disciples burst into laughter, mocking and ridiculing him without any hesitation.
"I didn't expect that you would actually become a fire-burning disciple just to fight with me for this."
Ming Yuan looked at Wen Yun with complicated eyes and suddenly said this.
"… "
Wen Yun turned his head and looked at her silently with an unfathomable expression, thinking that he had never expected that Yuan Lian would be such a shameless person.
She began to wonder if she had hit him too hard and damaged his brain.
Of course, Wen Yun did not go to participate in the inner sect trial just to be angry with Ming Yuan. As someone who has lived for hundreds of years, how could she have the leisure to compete with a little girl? She just felt that the magic elements of the inner sect were stronger and more suitable for practicing magic.
Moreover, you have to chop wood and make fire at the outer gate. It's the same wherever you make fire, so it makes no difference if you change to the inner gate.
The next morning, the inner gate trial began.
"There is only one rule. Anyone who can walk from the outer mountain gate to the inner mountain gate before sunset will be considered to have passed the trial." Manager Zhou said calmly, "You can use any magic weapon, talisman, or any other method you want."
These outer disciples also went through this stage when they entered the sect. Those who succeeded naturally entered the inner sect long ago. In other words, the hundreds of them now were all those who failed back then, so they naturally knew the difficulty involved.
There is only one way from the outer mountain gate to the inner mountain gate, and that is the ten thousand step long staircase.
For a cultivator, climbing 10,000 steps is a piece of cake, just like it was easy for Ming Yuan to deliver the medicine before. However, it is different during the trial. The mountain gate formation of the Qingliu Sword Sect will be opened at one ten-thousandth, and the higher you go, the greater the pressure will be.
One ten-thousandth may sound insignificant, but this is a top-level formation that can withstand the powerful ones who are undergoing tribulation. It is said to be a masterpiece that a certain genius ancestor took great pains to complete hundreds of years ago. It is a huge test for these younger generations in the Qi Refining Stage.
Manager Zhou held the yellow dog and waved his hand: "Your chance has come, go now."
Suddenly, the sound of metal hitting stone came faintly from the top of the vast mountain gate. The mysterious power between heaven and earth was drawn here, and the long steps that seemed to lead to heaven reflected a luxurious light.
The sect's formation is activated, climb the mountain and enter the inner gate!
The outer sect disciples were either holding talismans in their hands or grasping swords, and they were carrying countless magic weapons and elixirs, and they rushed to the front.
Wen Yun was still wearing the blue shirt and white skirt issued to outer disciples, with her hair tied up loosely. In her left hand she held a pot of herbal tea cooled with well water, and in her right hand she held the piece of yellow paper. She looked relaxed and at ease, and compared to others, she seemed to be here to enjoy the spring and relax.
The moment the formation was activated, she felt her body getting heavier. The higher she went, the more she felt as if she were stuck in a quagmire, and she felt very uncomfortable.
When I stepped onto the 100th floor, the pressure suddenly lightened, and was then hit by a gust of icy wind blades. After another hundred steps, it was as hot as fire. The torture method changed with every hundred steps.
However, Wen Yun still maintained her pace at a moderate pace. Her body was still not in good condition. If her mental strength was not strong enough to continuously release various low-level defensive magics, she would have collapsed long ago.
Halfway through the journey, more than half of the disciples had failed and dropped out of the trial.
When Wen Yun stepped onto another step, he was about to cast a defensive spell, but found that he did not feel any discomfort.
Yes, I didn’t feel any discomfort in my body. After taking this step, every step seemed as ordinary as before.
But she stopped.
Not only her, but everyone who stepped onto this level of stairs stopped, some frowned with a look of pain, some clenched their hands and screamed, and some even spit out blood and staggered down the mountain after screaming heart-wrenchingly.
They all seemed to have seen an extremely horrifying scene.
Manager Zhou looked up at these outer disciples, stroked the yellow dog beside him, and sighed, "The 5001st floor is the most terrifying. I don't know how many talented disciples died here because they were not firm enough."
"There they will see the visions of their deepest fears, and with each step up the vision will become more real."
"Woof!" The dog barked, eager to try.
"Oh, if you go up there, you'll see yourself being slaughtered and made into dog meat stew!"
"Woo..." The dog whimpered and hid behind him with its tail between its legs.
Manager Zhou looked at several talented disciples who were defeated in a miserable way and shook his head: "This batch of outer disciples is the worst I have ever taught... Huh? She actually-"
Wen Yun paused for a moment and continued to move forward, taking every step very steadily.
The other disciples either saw terrible monsters or the souls of those they had killed, but no one knew what she saw.
She saw her own corpse, and the tragic death in her previous life flashed before her eyes.
In her previous life, she used her mortal body to create a forbidden spell that was said to be created only by gods. Everything was successful, but when she cast the spell, it was as if she had been angered by gods. Her body was inexplicably blown to pieces, and the bloody fragments seemed to splatter all over her.
"I died so miserably."
The higher you go, the clearer you can see. Anyone who has seen the scene of his own death countless times would probably go crazy. Only Wen Yun could still sigh like this in a self-deprecating manner.
Hundreds of years of loneliness are enough to turn a fragile little girl into a brave warrior.
Wen Yun looked at those illusions and walked forward over her own corpse without dodging. She could even feel the pain and fear coming from the depths of her soul, but she still did not take a step back, but just kept moving forward with her eyes straight ahead.
At this moment, the illusion seemed to realize that this was useless to her and suddenly changed.
A sword flashing with cold light pierced through her body from the abdomen.
The piercing pain was so real and terrifying, and the two times it stirred in her flesh and blood made her body tremble violently.
Looking up, she saw the young man in white standing opposite her with a look of reluctance and guilt on his face. He whispered something, and then stabbed the sword deeper.
Looking down again, she saw the blood-stained golden elixir being picked out by the tip of the sword. The blood gushed out and dyed her white dress bright red.
In the end, all that was left in sight was the blinding red.
This real illusion, as if she had experienced it herself, made her feel as if her whole body was torn apart. Wen Yun took a deep breath, and after pausing for a long time, she suddenly felt moisture in the corners of her eyes.
She wiped away the tears from her eyes and whispered to herself, "So you are so miserable."
After a pause, he said, "It doesn't matter. I'll seek justice."
Then, he walked up there unwaveringly.
After climbing another level of jade steps, Wen Yun finally saw the inner mountain gate which was only ten steps away. Looking around, he found that there were only a few dozen outer disciples left out of the thousands. At this time, everyone was exhausted both physically and mentally, and moving up each level seemed as difficult as carrying a thousand pounds.
Wen Yun had unknowingly walked to the front of the main group, and there were only three or four people in front of her.
At this time, the young man in front walked to the gate of the inner mountain. A relieved smile appeared on his face. He was about to gather his strength to take the last step, but the black-clothed male cultivator behind him suddenly threw a sharp sword at his feet.
The attack from behind was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, and the young man's legs went weak and he fell at the gate of the mountain.
"I'm sorry, Junior Brother Shen. You and I are competing for the five inner disciples' spots at the First Peak, but four people have already taken the lead. I can't give you the last one."
Shen Xinghai was desperate: "Fan Pai, you are despicable!"
"Master Zhou said that all methods can be used." Fan Pai, however, smiled smugly at his superiors without caring, and asked, "Fellow inner sect brothers, am I right?"
This scene fell into the eyes of the inner disciples who came to meet him. They couldn't help but frown, but they didn't know what to say. They could only watch him slowly walk past Shen Xinghai towards the inner gate.
At this moment, a worn-out black pottery kettle hit his ankle accurately. Light yellow herbal tea flowed out of the broken kettle, wetting the corners of Fan Pai's clothes as he knelt on the ground.
It looks like he was frightened to death.
In just this short period of time, Shen Xinghai had already climbed over the last step by gritting his teeth and using both his hands and feet.
After the ups and downs of joy, he did not even bother to get up. He just looked back blankly at the figure strolling in the garden.
A strand of black hair was blown loose by the wind, but she was too lazy to raise her hand to hold it, and just let it float freely on her snow-white cheeks and pass through her clear and cold black eyes that did not look at anyone.
Although there is clearly no embellishment at all, this scene is so freehand and elegant that it seems like the rebirth of a banished immortal.
It’s Wen Yun.
In the past, Shen Xinghai was only focused on practicing in the outer sect. Although he never teased Wen Yun like some people did, they had no friendship at all. This was the first time he saw her so closely.
Then he was surprised to find that those inner sect sisters who were once gorgeous and dazzling became dull next to the girl.
Fan Pai, who was standing at the bottom of the stairs, roared: "Wen Yun, why did you try to harm me?"
Shen Xinghai was about to argue for her, but heard the girl answer calmly -
"Because I'm mean."
The young man couldn't help laughing out loud. He looked at Wen Yun with bright eyes. Just as he was about to thank her, he found that the senior brothers and sisters who came to pick her up had already reached her side first.
After everyone bowed and saluted, they all said in unison: "I wonder which peak Junior Sister Wen chose?"
This scene was particularly sour in the eyes of Ming Yuan who came up first. She had walked the inner door trial once before. Her family elders gave her rare treasures to protect her, and her illusion was not difficult, so she passed the trial first.
As a result, the senior brothers were indifferent to her who passed first, but were particularly enthusiastic towards Wen Yun
Ming Yuan couldn't help but sneered: "Brother, Wen Yun has no choice, do you think she has spiritual roots?"
When everyone heard this, they subconsciously checked over and found that she really did not have any spiritual power at all.
"This..." An inner sect disciple was stunned, feeling sorry for her and surprised that she had climbed up without any cultivation: "You need to be in the middle stage of Qi Refining to participate in the trial."
Wen Yun showed the yellow paper he had been holding in his hand and said in a gentle voice, "Excuse me, is the senior brother from the Tenth Peak here?"
Several young inner disciples looked at each other and saw confusion in each other's eyes.
"The Tenth Peak? We have never heard of the Tenth Peak. Is there a Tenth Peak in the Inner Gate?"
"No, I have been in the inner sect for three years, and I have only heard of Jiufeng."
Hearing this, Ming Yuan burst out laughing: "It turns out that even this fire-burning disciple is fake!"
Shen Xinghai glared at her: "Shut up!"
Several inner disciples were all kind-hearted people, otherwise they would not have been sent to pick up the newcomers. Besides, they had a good impression of Wen Yun because of her brave action just now, so they naturally did not mock her at this moment.
"Junior Sister Wen, don't worry. We all entered the inner sect only in recent years. Maybe we don't know."
At that moment, the disciple from the First Peak saw his senior brother passing by not far away, and hurriedly called out to him, "Senior brother, please stay. I have something to ask you."
When the senior brother came over, his originally gentle and smiling face suddenly turned cold after hearing the three words "Tenth Peak". He looked at Wen Yun and replied stiffly: "No, my Qingliu Sword Sect does not have a Tenth Peak!"
Wen Yun was slightly stunned.
Could it be that someone was playing a prank? But considering the origin of this paper, it shouldn't be like this.
At this moment, a bamboo-colored sword flew out from deep in the clouds, with a man on the sword. A white shirt embroidered with three green bamboo leaves fluttered in the wind, and a clear male voice came from afar—
"Want to die?"