Isn't this a game? How come you guys are really cultivating immortals!

Chapter 305: I have a guilty conscience, but you insist on going to a dead end

Although he was blushing, Song Jiulai still agreed shamelessly.

She saluted and said, "Two seniors, do you think I've passed this test?"

"Passed? You've passed this one." The white-bearded old man looked Song Jiulai up and down. "For this selection meeting of our Wanxian Sect, we only accept the most outstanding disciples. Your character is good, but your other aspects are unknown for the time being."

Song Jiulai nodded vigorously: "Junior understands."

The white-bearded old man looked at Song Jiulai with satisfaction, and the female cultivator next to him pointed behind him.

"Go to the next level, but you can't use pills in the next level."

Her tone was gentle, and the direction she pointed in was actually the cliff.

This is the top of the mountain.

Moreover, this mountain is an illusion. Now looking at it from this perspective, it looks like a thousand-foot-high mountain peak.

Even though they knew the real boundary might not be like this, the woman's pointing would make anyone with a slight fear of heights shiver.

Song Jiulai looked calm as usual. He bowed and said goodbye to the two cultivators whose cultivation levels were unknown, then walked forward.

With every step she took, clouds and mist would automatically surge behind her, completely covering the original terrain.

Until there was no trace of the two people from the Wanxian Sect anymore.

The female cultivator looked at Song Jiulai's back as she walked forward and smiled slightly: "She is currently performing the best in this first round."

In that time illusion, it is more than just a matter of extending time.

It will also deepen people's sense of loneliness.

Anyone who can last three or four days in the early stages of Qi training is considered to have excellent talent. Song Jiulai has been completely unaffected in the past seven days and has achieved the best results.

The old man stroked his beard and said, "It's a pity that her talent is average."

Although spiritual roots cannot be seen with the naked eye.

But those with higher levels of cultivation will also be able to sense something if they are close.

The lack of reaction proved that Song Jiulai's spiritual roots were the most ordinary.

"It's nothing to have average spiritual roots." The female cultivator said with a smile, "This time, we're not looking at spiritual roots. The tests we've prepared are all about testing the cultivator's comprehension. Those with poor comprehension, no matter how good their spiritual roots, are not the best candidates for us."

"That being said, your spiritual roots are average, so your future path of cultivation will be difficult."

The old man sighed and said, "Look again."

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Song Jiulai walked forward, reached the edge of the cliff, and looked down.

The abyss is unfathomable.

It makes people shiver when they see it.

At this level of cultivation in the early stages of Qi Refining, it is very easy to fall down due to lack of spiritual energy.

If this falls...

Song Jiulai suddenly thought of Zhen Wei, who died because he slipped.

"How do I pass this second level?"

"Are you going to pass or am I going to pass?" The system said with a click of the tongue: "Girl, jump down without hesitation. The worst that can happen is that you will die!"

Song Jiulai: "..."

She looked left and right, but there were rolling clouds on both sides, and she really couldn't see any other way.

This was the only path before her.

Jump?

Song Jiulai raised his eyebrows slightly, stretched out one leg, circulated his spiritual energy a little, and then stepped forward directly.

"boom--"

Sure enough, there was no cliff in front of us, but a road.

But not visible.

As Song Jiulai took this step, the environment in front of him changed drastically again.

Her body swayed, and when her feet landed on the ground, she unexpectedly stepped on a small wooden boat out of thin air.

The surroundings instantly turned into a turbulent sea.

The sea was rolling and the wind was blowing violently.

Song Jiulai was standing in a small wooden boat that was barely big enough for him to stand in, and it was shaking violently with the waves of the sea.

The sea water blew onto his face along with the strong sea breeze.

She wiped her face. The feeling was so real that even the sea water that accidentally splashed into her mouth tasted salty, wet and bitter.

And it wasn't just her. Around her, there were dozens of monks who were also driving small boats and swaying on the violently surging sea.

Looking closely, they were all in the early stages of Qi Refining.

This is the second level of assessment for their early stage of Qi training.

After all, Song Jiulai had experienced many storms, so he showed no fear or fluctuation in his expression when he saw these things.

But for other disciples, this environment is more of a test of their mentality.

Several cultivators in the early stage of Qi Refining looked terrified. One of them accidentally fell into the sea and was instantly swallowed by the huge waves.

I could only vaguely hear screams along with the sound of the wind, and I didn't even have the chance to struggle to get up.

These waves will devour spiritual energy, and if you fall into them, you will be eliminated.

Many people cast various basic spells to push the boat forward.

The constantly rolling sea surface and the huge waves that appear from time to time are enough to make one feel powerless in the face of such impact from nature, even if one possesses spiritual energy in the early stage of Qi training.

He could only keep consuming his spiritual energy to keep his boat balanced, for fear of falling off.

"Reaching the small island ahead——"

Suddenly, a monk's resounding voice was heard from the sky, "Get a flag, and you'll pass the second level."

Everyone looked ahead. Song Jiulai squinted his eyes and saw the faint shadow of an island behind the rolling waves, with densely packed flags on it.

It seems that all you have to do is reach the island and get the flag, and there is no time limit on how long you have to get there.

Just as Song Jiulai thought this, he heard everyone gasp.

It turned out that a huge wave of at least tens of feet suddenly rose up on the sea not far ahead. If this huge wave hit, anyone with slightly unstable spiritual energy would probably be knocked down.

Many monks showed expressions of fear on their faces.

Someone cast an ice spell to try to freeze the huge waves in front of him, but unfortunately his spiritual energy was just a drop in the bucket.

Some people also used their spiritual energy to speed up the boat, trying to avoid the huge wave.

Some people are waiting for the huge waves to hit.

As long as you keep the boat steady and don't fall, you still have a chance even if it hits you.

Songjiulai is the third type.

She waited quietly for the huge wave to come.

As the sea surface fluctuated, the ship's hull began to arch up along with the water surface.

Song Jiulai used her spiritual energy to pull the hull. The spiritual energy in her body was obviously thicker than that of an average person in the early stage of Qi Refining, so supporting the hull was not a big problem.

But just as the ship was thrown high up by the huge waves, the experience, which was like bungee jumping, made several monks scream, and some who could not hold on were directly dragged into the huge waves.

"call out--"

A male cultivator who fell behind Song Jiulai was about to be thrown into the sea by the huge waves. He suddenly used a vine, tied the vine to the bow of his boat and grabbed Song Jiulai's stern.

Song Jiulai turned around and saw the male cultivator showing a look of fear and unwillingness: "Fellow Daoist, please save me. As long as you pass this test, I will reward you handsomely!"

Song Jiu looked at him and thought for a few seconds.

Then she turned around and did not use any incantation to break the male cultivator's vines.

The male cultivator showed an expression of ecstasy on his face: "Thank you, fellow Taoist!"

Pulling a boat, Song Jiulai's boat remained stable. As the huge waves receded, he saw that he was about to land safely.

The male cultivator suddenly pulled the vine with great force, trying to overturn Song Jiulai's boat.

His voice was slightly ferocious: "Fellow Daoist, we are all taking the assessment together, and we are all competitors. You can't blame me—"

Before he could finish his words, an extremely sharp ice blade pierced through his head.

Song Jiulai didn't even blink.

"It's rare for me to feel guilty, but you insist on taking a desperate path and keep talking too much."