"Hey! Are you a disciple of Immortal Venerable Wen from Ten Thousand Zhang Peak?"
"I am!" Qiao Yu nodded. Many people here were hostile towards him, and he was trying to minimize his presence.
"My name is Jiang Zilin." The man walked over. "I heard that the trial barrier this year is the Formless Illusionary Realm. I've inquired about it, and the senior brothers and sisters who have been through it all say it's difficult. How about we form a team?"
Qiao Yu looked around. The Illusionary Realm of No Form had not yet opened, and many disciples had formed a circle, but he was still standing alone in the same spot.
These people will all stay in Xuanyun Sect in the future. Only a small number will be selected by the seven peak masters as their personal disciples, while the rest will be appointed by the inner elders.
In the days to come, they would see each other all the time, and Qiao Yu didn't want to make enemies with anyone.
"Okay." He forced a smile.
"Hello, my name is Tang Miaomiao. I am a talisman cultivator and will be studying under the tutelage of Immortal Venerable Bai of Qimu Peak in the future."
I heard from my fellow disciples that the Formless Illusionary Realm is much more dangerous than ordinary illusions. Senior Brother Qiao Yu is a disciple of Immortal Venerable Wen, so his swordsmanship must be exceptional!
You'd better protect me then! I really only know how to use talismans; I know nothing else.
Qiao Yu awkwardly agreed. He had no sword skills whatsoever, and his injuries had just healed; entering this illusion would likely cause him to get hurt again.
"Wang Sichun, Fa Xiu, don't worry, I will try my best not to hold Senior Brother Qiao Yu back."
“Yang Wennan, a sword cultivator, said he would be under the tutelage of the Mountain Immortal Venerable, but I would prefer to go to Ten Thousand Zhang Peak.” Yang Wennan stared at Qiao Yu with burning eyes. “I won’t trouble Senior Brother Qiao Yu to take care of me. I hope to have a fair and square competition with Senior Brother Qiao Yu and see who is more suitable to be the disciple of Immortal Venerable Wen.”
"Why?" Qiao Yu asked, puzzled.
Master had been in seclusion for many years, and only recently removed the barrier on Wanzhang Peak. After emerging from the mountain, he spent more than half a year lying in bed.
Today, people know that the Xuan Yun Sect has seven peaks, and the other six peak masters are renowned throughout the world, and outsiders also respectfully call them Immortal Venerables.
However, Wen Jingge on Wanzhang Peak was unusually low-key. In fact, the folk tales he had heard people read before described him as a handsome man with a tragic love story with Master Bai on Qimu Peak.
"I originally came here for the Mountain Immortal. The day I saw the scene of the sparring between the Mountain Immortal and the Wen Immortal on the memorial stone in front of the sect, her earth-shattering spirit was beyond the reach of us men. Although she lost in the end, in my heart she won."
Qiao Yu was also present at the time. Although Wen Jinge was very cool when fighting, she had only seen the bad side of her master these days. Now, hearing others praise her master like this, the gloom in her heart was swept away. "It's about to start, we should go in too."
[Hey! You can't get in.] The "doesn't exist" message reminded her, [No one above rank six can get in.]
"I'm a patient." Wen Jingge coughed twice. She was pale and thin, looking like someone who had escaped from a refugee camp. Yet, she blended in perfectly among the disciples who had not yet entered the sect. "My cultivation level is not even at the eighth rank yet, so relax."
A thunderous thought flashed through my mind: "It doesn't exist." [You...you fought Shan Hongxing until you had absolutely no cultivation left, could it be just to trick the Xuan Stone?]
"Now I understand!" she chuckled. "You said I came here to improve the intelligence of the villains, but I feel like your intelligence needs an improvement more than mine."
"It doesn't exist." After a moment of silence, seeing that she had actually slipped inside, he said impatiently, "What are you doing! His injury in the Illusionary Realm wasn't because of you, don't do anything reckless."
Have you seen 'Wen Jingge'? Where is she?
[...]
The Formless Illusionary Realm opens once every fifty years. In the past, when Xuan Yun Sect disciples went out for training, they would bring back batches of demonic beasts as specialties in their storage bags. Apart from a small number of demonic beasts that could be roasted and eaten, most of these demonic beasts would enter the Formless Illusionary Realm and fend for themselves.
As a major sect with a history of over a thousand years, Xuanyun Sect is particular about its location, which is rich in spiritual energy, making it easier for demonic beasts to cultivate than for those outside the sect.
Although this illusion is a barrier set up by the sect for trials, it is extremely dangerous inside. Therefore, disciples must sign a life-or-death pledge and receive a token before they are allowed to enter.
Formlessness is formlessness, but it is also the form of all sentient beings.
After all, it was several peak masters who were selecting disciples. Their abilities could be taught, but their character could not be taken lightly.
In most cases, people can only be brought to their true nature when they are in dire straits. Within the sect, the only place with this effect is the Formless Illusionary Realm, which has always been known as a breeding ground for Gu poison.
The trial task is simple: within three days, the one who obtains the most demon cores in the Formless Illusionary Realm wins.
To ensure that the peak masters observing from the outside could always know what was happening in the illusion, the disciples who entered the illusion carried jade tokens. These jade tokens served as "identity cards," storage bags, "counters," and even life-saving charms.
The number of demon cores a disciple obtains will appear on the Heavenly Ranking at the entrance to the Formless Illusionary Realm. As for the disciple's performance, it will be transmitted to the Recording Stone through the Recording Crane in the Illusionary Realm.
If danger is encountered, crushing the jade token means giving up, and the guide can lead the person out of the illusion.
"Why only three days!" Wen Jingge looked helplessly at the subtitles in the sky. She just wanted to relax here.
[You haven't even reached the eighth rank of cultivation yet. The lowest level you can condense a demon core is at least the eighth rank. There are probably quite a few demonic beasts here that are at least the fifth rank. Do you think you'll survive if you stay here for a few more days?]
"It doesn't exist!" she suddenly exclaimed in surprise. "You're not trying to kill yourself, are you?"
"That's right! Put yourself in a position of... do or die."
Wen Jingge was about to say that she was imitating Qiao Yu, and maybe being stimulated would allow her to regain her near-second-grade strength, when she heard "Non-existent" loudly proclaim, "[I'm telling you, you won't die! You can't die! You won't die no matter what until the mission is completed! You can only accept punishment! You won't die!]"
"You...did you reveal something?" Wen Jingge asked hesitantly. "You said before that if I failed the mission, I would be punished, even to the point of death, but in reality I won't die, right?"
The "Does Not Exist" option has been taken offline again.
Wen Jingge is a bad woman; she always tries to get information out of him.
"Run! Run! The monsters are coming!"
"There's a giant python ahead! Run!"
Just as Wen Jingge dropped the jade pendant, she saw a crowd rushing towards her. She pulled her black robe tighter around herself and tripped over someone, falling to the ground.
The sky was obscured by dark clouds, the previous daylight was gone, and all around was pitch black.
In her haste, she felt someone help her up. "Are you alright?"
The speaker was Qiao Yu, but he didn't recognize Wen Jinge.
"fine."
"Qiao Yu, why are you helping such a sickly guy? If he's scared, he can just crush the jade token. Behind him is a fifth-tier giant python that can breathe fire. If you save him, you might get us killed!"
Wen Jingge's lips twitched slightly. These kids really couldn't hold their tempers. Couldn't they wait until the very end before tearing each other apart?
Qiao Yu remained silent, and Wen Jingge felt a warmth in her palm as someone took her hand.
"I haven't even reached the ninth rank yet, so I won't travel with you. According to Master, I should go and get a beating!"
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