The middle-aged man who had just been talking in front of Zhou Bin with a beaming face and incessant speech was now lifeless and had turned into a dried-up corpse.

His body was curled up, his skin tightly attached to his bones, as if all the moisture had been drained out, and his eyes were staring at the sky empty, as if there were still lingering reluctance and fear before death.

Zhou Bin couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh, and a wave of sadness surged in his heart. Isn't this scene just like a moth flying into a flame? Knowing that the end ahead is certain death, a tragic end with no body left, but still rushing forward regardless of everything.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Bin's heart was filled with sorrow. These people could even give up their lives without hesitation for an illusory dream of becoming a cultivator. Their madness had completely refreshed Zhou Bin's three views.

As people in the crowd rushed to the stage one after another like moths to a flame, in just a few moments, dozens of people died on the spot. The bodies lying in all directions on the stage seemed to silently tell the cruelty of this so-called "selection".

However, up to now, no one has been able to pass the selection, and these people have undoubtedly become cannon fodder in this cruel selection.

However, the people in the audience seemed to be under a spell and still showed no signs of waking up. Their faces were still filled with excitement and anxiety, and their eyes revealed a desperate fanaticism.

They seemed to have completely forgotten the tragic end of those people before them, and were only thinking about passing the selection themselves.

In their fantasies, once they become cultivators, their identities will undergo a radical change. From then on, they will be high above others, becoming noble figures admired by everyone and enjoying endless glory and privileges.

Everyone's ideals are beautiful, but the reality is extremely cruel. At this time, dozens of bodies have been piled up on the stage, but no one has successfully passed the selection.

In fact, Tengyun Sect conducts a selection every ten years, but only selects five disciples each time. This means that most people are just cannon fodder and give up their lives in vain.

Moreover, their selection had a strict time limit, usually only one hour. Once an hour had passed, regardless of whether they had selected a suitable person or not, the people of Tengyun Sect would leave immediately and would never stay.

Therefore, everyone's face was filled with anxiety, fearing that they would miss this hard-won opportunity. After all, if they missed it, they would have to wait another ten years.

However, ten years is too long and many people cannot wait. During these ten years, some people may die of illness, some may encounter accidents, and all kinds of unexpected things may happen at any time.

Therefore, everyone attaches great importance to every opportunity and regards it as a treasure.

Over time, these people gradually became numb in this twisted atmosphere. On weekdays, they may look like normal people, but once they arrive at this cultivator selection occasion, they are like being possessed by demons, and their humanity is completely annihilated.

There was only one crazy goal in their eyes, which was to fight for the chance to be selected at all costs, even at the cost of their lives.

However, this made Zhou Bin very curious. The Tengyun Sect not only demanded money, but also wanted young boys and beautiful girls. What on earth did they want to do with these people?

According to common sense, a regular immortal cultivation sect would never make such an outrageous request. Unless they were an evil sect doing something shameful behind the scenes, they would have such absurd behavior.

However, what surprised Zhou Bin even more was that they dared to carry out such activities so blatantly in broad daylight. Could it be that the people in the City Lord's Mansion turned a blind eye to this?

Zhou Bin secretly estimated that they were not unaware of the situation. It was very likely that the people from Tengyun Sect and the people from the City Lord's Mansion were in cahoots with each other. Otherwise, even if they had the courage, they would never dare to openly kill so many people on the street.

Zhou Bin couldn't help but feel that Miaoyun City was much darker than he had imagined. He originally thought that the people in Miaoxuan City were bad enough, but who would have thought that these guys in Miaoyun City were so bad that their evil deeds were far beyond his imagination.

Just as Zhou Bin was thinking to himself, a miserable cry suddenly came from the stage. The sound was like a heavy hammer, hitting Zhou Bin's eardrum hard and immediately caught his attention.

Zhou Bin hurriedly raised his head and looked towards the stage, only to see two people kneeling on the stage. One was a white-haired old woman with her hair scattered messily on her shoulders, her face full of the vicissitudes of life and helplessness; the other was a young man, his face full of anxiety and despair.

Everyone's eyes were now fixed on the two of them, wondering what the two were going to do.

Everyone listened carefully and immediately understood the reason.

It turned out that the two were a mother and son. The young man wanted to participate in the selection of cultivators, but he had no money to bribe and no relatives to offer as gifts. In desperation, he could only rush to the stage and beg the cultivators.

And for the sake of her son's dream, the old woman actually begged the cultivators to take her away. She was willing to work like a slave, just to give her son a chance to be selected.

When the cultivators saw the old woman with white hair and a haggard face, they burst into laughter. In their eyes, this old woman was even worse than a waste and had no use at all.

Therefore, they rejected the old woman's request without hesitation, and shouted coldly: "Get out of here! Don't block the way for the people behind you!"

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