Jiang Wanwan and the others waited patiently in the main hall of the Xiaoyao Sect. There was a huge light screen in the hall that clearly recorded the disciples' every move and word as they entered the illusion.

"Senior brother, what do you think of this Qiao Yi?" Jiang Wanwan stared intently at Qiao Yi, who was vigorously wielding his sword on the screen, and turned to ask Yan Ziyan beside her.

Yan Ziyan had heard of this girl before and knew that she possessed the same top-grade lightning spiritual root as himself.

Seeing that her performance in the illusion was not bad, he stroked his chin and said seriously, "Her aptitude is good, but her character still needs to be tested!"

Jiang Wanwan's gaze remained fixed on Qiao Yi on the screen, and she murmured, "The trials in this illusion are no simple matter. I wonder how long she can endure."

Yan Ziyan crossed his arms, his expression calm. "We'll have to see how she handles things to know if she truly has the potential to become a core disciple of our sect."

In the illusion of the assessment.

Qiao Yi found herself suddenly inside a bus. The bus was noisy, and the passengers had various expressions.

The bus, packed with people, was moving smoothly. Suddenly, a middle-aged woman's shrill voice shattered the tranquility: "Driver, stop the bus! I missed my stop!"

The driver frowned, and said in a steady but firm voice to the person behind him, "We can't stop until we reach the station. Ma'am, please wait for the next stop."

The woman, however, wouldn't let it go, her face flushed as she shouted, "No! You have to stop right now!"

Qiao Yi had a bad feeling.

A young man sitting in the front row couldn't help but advise, "Ma'am, this is the rule. Please don't make things difficult for the driver."

The older woman glared at the young man and said, "What's it to you!"

After saying that, the woman grabbed the steering wheel from the driver, and the car instantly went out of control, veering wildly across the road. Terrified screams erupted from the passengers, and chaos reigned inside the carriage.

Qiao Yi struggled to steady herself and tried to rush towards the older woman to stop her crazy behavior. However, everything happened too fast, and in an instant, the front of the car had driven off the bridge.

As the car was about to fall into the river, Qiao Yi's heart raced, and her mind raced as she tried to think of a solution.

At this critical moment, Qiao Yi spotted a safety hammer by the car window.

"Thump!"

The car plunged into the river, and the icy water instantly flooded the passenger compartment. Qiao Yi was dizzy from the impact, but she quickly regained her senses.

The surrounding passengers were thrashing about in the water in a panic, their cries for help echoing everywhere. Ignoring her own injuries, Qiao Yi swam desperately to the window, grabbed the safety hammer, and smashed it against the glass with all her might.

One, two, and finally a crack appeared in the glass. Qiao Yi's arm was cut by the broken glass, and blood spread in the water, but she did not stop for a moment.

Finally, the glass was smashed, and the river water rushed into the gap. Qiao Yi first pushed out a little boy who was closest to her, and then pulled an old man towards the exit.

By this time, the river had already submerged most people's heads, and time was pressing so hard it was suffocating. Qiao Yi's strength was rapidly waning, but her eyes remained resolute.

It seemed that at this moment she had completely forgotten that this was just an assessment, and she returned to the carriage again and again to save people.

Exhausted, Qiao Yi successfully rescued the last passenger. As she struggled to climb onto the riverbank, the scene before her suddenly blurred.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself back in the main hall of the Xiaoyao Sect, where everyone looked at her with surprise and delight.

"Congratulations, Qiao Yi, you have passed the illusion test." Jiang Beixing's voice came.

Qiao Yi suddenly remembered that she was taking an assessment, and her face lit up with joy.

Jiang Wanwan looked at Qiao Yi with admiration and satisfaction in her eyes and a warm smile on her face. She quickly asked, "Qiao Yi, would you like to join my sect and become my disciple?"

Qiao Yi was slightly taken aback. Looking at Jiang Wanwan's eager gaze, a wave of emotion welled up in her heart.

She took a deep breath, raised her head, and looked at Jiang Wanwan with a firm gaze, saying, "Thank you for your kindness, senior. This disciple is willing!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wanwan's smile grew even brighter, her eyes filled with joy. Remembering that there were still disciples taking the exam, she quickly said, "Find a place to sit for a while and observe the other candidates taking the exam with you. We'll hold the formal apprenticeship ceremony after the exam is over."

Upon hearing this, Qiao nodded slightly and respectfully replied, "Yes."

In the illusion.

Ji-soo still wore a veil and a red dress. At this moment, she had returned to her small mountain village, back to the time after the great earthquake when she was bewitched by the divine messenger and forced to sacrifice the entire village.

"The will of God cannot be disobeyed!"

The fake divine messenger dressed in black robes was in the village square, urging the village chief to go find the missing Ji-soo and her two companions.

Hidden in the shadows, Ji-soo stared intently through the gap in her veil at the arrogant fake divine messenger in the square, her anger burning fiercely. Beside her, Xiao-bu and Park Joon-seok clenched their fists tightly, their bodies trembling slightly with rage.

Fear and despair permeated the village. The pain from the massive earthquake had not yet subsided, and now they were to suffer this absurd sacrificial disaster.

The village chief, his face full of sorrow, was forced by the fake angel to lead several villagers to search for Zhixiu and the others.

Ji-soo bit her lip, perhaps forgetting that she was taking an exam because of her anger. At the same time, she secretly vowed to expose the fake god's conspiracy and save the village.

Suddenly, a crow flew overhead, letting out a mournful cry, as if foreshadowing something ominous.

Park Joon-seok lowered his voice and said, "Jisoo, what should we do?"

Jisoo's eyes were firm, and she was about to speak when she heard footsteps coming from not far away. Had they been discovered?

Jisoo took a deep breath, turned to look at Park Joon-seok and Xiao Bu, her eyes filled with determination: "Joon-seok hyung, Xiao Bu, you two hide first, I'm going to meet that fake divine messenger!"

Park Joon-seok tried to stop him: "Jisoo, it's too dangerous. Let's think of a solution together."

Ji-soo shook her head: "There's no time, trust me!" With that, she resolutely rushed towards the square.

When the fake angel saw Ji-soo appear, he was first startled, then revealed a sinister smile: "Little thing, you've finally shown yourself!"

Zhixiu glared at him angrily: "You liar, don't even think about hurting the villagers!"

The false messenger sneered, "You ignorant fool, daring to defy the will of God!"

Just then, a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the entire square, and the atmosphere became even more tense.

Ji-soo clenched her fists, preparing to fight the fake angel to the death, her spiritual power surging.

The wind howled, and Jisoo's red dress fluttered wildly in the wind, as if it were her indomitable battle flag.