C19 Admission Assessment

Time always passed by quietly without anyone noticing. There was no sound or fluctuation, only a series of footprints that proved that it had been here before.

In half a month's time, with the help of the praying mat, Fang Yi managed to stabilize his cultivation at the early stages of the third level of Qi Refining while Mu Linger and Little Fatty managed to reach the early stages of the second level as expected.

During this half a month, the number of people who came to participate in the exam had increased to more than five hundred people. Even so, not all the rooms were filled.

As for those who had come here, some were from the Cultivation Family, some were from noble clans of the imperial palace, and some were disciples of rogue cultivators.

However, without exception, these people were all under the age of eighteen, and had at least reached the first level of Qi Refining. It was clear that Cloud Maple Sect had already disqualified some of the people who did not even meet the most basic requirements.

Under the command of ten young men wearing light blue robes with purple clouds engraved on their chests, all of the participants of the entrance exam were neatly arranged in rows. Standing in front of the crowd was the middle-aged man from before.

"Senior brother Ren, the arrangements have been made." A young disciple said in a low voice as he walked to the side of the middle-aged man.

"Yes." The middle-aged man who was called Senior Brother Ren nodded, then looked at the crowd and said: "Everyone, today is the day my Cloud Maple Sect will select our disciples. "Amongst you, only a very small number of you will be chosen as my Cloud Maple Sect's disciples."

Hearing this, all the youths were immediately silenced. Fang Yi also felt uneasy, even though he was training during this period of time, he found out from the Little Fatty that there were five hundred and sixty people participating in the examination!

"Cultivation is the first priority. Everyone has passed the first test by being able to stay here today." The first test is about the talent for cultivation. For everyone to be able to reach the first level of Qi Refining before the age of 18, it is enough to show that you have talent for cultivation.

Cultivating is a struggle against the heavens, against the earth, against nature, against spirit energy. "Only those with perseverance, perseverance, and strength would be able to walk the Immortal path for a long time."

The middle-aged man paused for a moment before continuing, "This second test is an assessment of perseverance and strength." Follow the road behind you and go all the way to the first mountain peak you see. The top one hundred place will be passed this time's examination before nightfall.

On the way, he had to rely on his own strength and not borrow any talismans or magic tools, or else he would fail. Now, let's begin. "

As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, everyone turned into a mess and ran towards the front. Fang Yi and the other two looked at each other, melded into the crowd, and ran towards the mountain peak together.

After walking for less than half a day, the three of them shook off quite a few people and arrived at the foot of the mountain.

Looking at the mountain peak that reached into the clouds, Little Fatty's legs went limp, he sat down on the ground and panted, "This mountain is too high, I can't go up it, so it's best if you don't care about me, hurry up and leave. Otherwise, if you are caught up by the people behind, you won't even be able to enter the Cloud Maple Sect." With that, he took out another steamed bun and started to eat it.

"Damn fatty, get up. There are already a lot of people running in front of us. If we don't hurry up, we'll really be eliminated." Mu Linger looked at the mountain peak with anxiety on her face as she spoke to the Little Fatty.

"I really don't have any strength left. Don't wait for me." "Why don't you wait for me to eat two more steamed buns?" Little Fatty took out two steamed buns and said.

"Brother Yi, what should we do?" Mu Linger turned and looked at Fang Yi.

Fang Yi looked at the mountain peak which was covered by clouds and clouds, then looked at Little Fatty who was sitting on the ground eating a bun, his heart feeling helpless.

Was eating that important? Fang Yi thought.

Hm? Eat …

Fang Yi's eyes lit up as he suddenly grabbed the storage bag at Little Fatty's waist and threw it at Mu Linger. He then shouted at Mu Linger, "Quickly, run!"

Although she didn't know what was going on, she still listened to Fang Yi's words and quickly ran to the top of the mountain. Even Fang Yi was unable to catch up to Mu Linger, who had used the Godspeed Technique.

"What are you doing?" "Give me back the storage bag!" Little Fatty stood up abruptly and yelled at Mu Linger who was in front of him.

"If you want food from the storage bag, then you must chase after Ling'er. Otherwise, I will have Ling'er give it all to the people at the top of the mountain." After Fang Yi finished speaking, he ran up the mountain without looking back.

"Give me back my steamed bun!" The Little Fatty wailed in pain. He forcefully swallowed the remaining half of the steamed bun in his hand and chased after the two.

To be exact, he was chasing after the steamed buns in the storage bag.

Just like this, the three of them continued to chase each other, one chasing and the other running. There were actually more than a few people in a row.

However, the height of the mountain far exceeded Fang Yi's imagination. When the three of them had climbed to half of the mountain, even Fang Yi felt that the spirit energy in his body was almost exhausted, let alone Mu Linger and Little Fatty, who were both at the second level of Qi Refining.

"I'm going to die. Hurry, return the storage bag to me …" Little Fatty mumbled lifelessly as he climbed one step at a time.

"Brother Yi, I can't do it either. This mountain is way too high. I feel like my whole body has been sucked dry, and I don't have the strength to climb anymore." Mu Linger said as she laid on the steep stairs in front of Little Fatty with a pale face. There were several youths crawling on all fours above her, and they were clearly at their limits.

"Hold on, we're already halfway up the mountain. There are only six or seven people ahead of us. We can't give up so easily." Fang Yi held onto the tree trunk with one hand and gasped for breath as he spoke. His gaze followed the direction of the mountain peak and looked like he could see through the clouds to the top of the mountain.

"But I really don't have the strength. Even if you give me a steamed bun now, I won't have the strength to bite it." Little Fatty crawled to Fang Yi's side and directly laid down on the stone steps, gasping for air.

"Brother Yi, you should leave first. Don't worry about us, we really can't move anymore." Mu Linger advised. Although she wished she could persevere, her legs were like lead, making it difficult for her to take a step forward. Despair filled her heart.

Fang Yi's face was pale white, he remained silent, at the moment, he still had some spiritual energy in his body, if he ignored the two, he was confident that he would be able to surpass the others.

However, it was impossible for him to abandon his companions.

"Let's go!" Fang Yi stretched out his hand and said to the Little Fatty.

"I …." Little Fatty still wanted to say something, but when he saw Fang Yi's gaze, he couldn't say anything.

He pulled Little Fatty's hand and placed it on his own shoulder before slowly walking to Mu Linger's side. He stretched out his hand and pulled Mu Linger up, and the three of them walked side by side, supporting each other as they headed up the mountain.

"The Great Dao is merciless. All men are in love …." Beneath the mountain, the man named Ren looked at Fang Yi and the other two who were supporting each other on the stone steps, like snails, as they slowly advanced step by step, and muttered to himself.

"Senior brother Ren, it's almost time." A youth beside the man surnamed Ren said in a low voice.

"Yes." The man surnamed Ren raised his head. Through the leaves of the forest, he could see a faint blush in the west. Although it was beautiful, it still gave off a sorrowful feeling.

No matter how beautiful the setting sun was, it was still a dream at dusk. It could not stop the curtain of night from descending.

The middle-aged man sighed as he took off his sword, transforming into a beam of light as he flew towards the peak of the mountain.