The First Group

Walking out of the small black room, Shi Liang's forehead was covered in sweat. His clothes were completely soaked.

There was still a trace of fear in his eyes.

"This small black room has some skills."

He was not an ordinary person. He had a faint feeling that there was a mysterious power hidden in the small black room. Perhaps it was this point that magnified the fear in their hearts. Ordinary people had little contact with the dark side, but their resistance was stronger.

"So that's how it is. Is this what your immortal sect relies on? You used this special power to eliminate our people. Unfortunately, I have already seen through it..."

Even though it was quite difficult, he still walked out of the small black room steadily with his tenacious will and mental strength that surpassed ordinary people.

"And..." Shi Liang looked around quietly. Even though many of them had been eliminated, there were still more than a dozen people with outstanding willpower who had passed the assessment.

Compared to ordinary people, the passing rate was naturally much lower. However, the higher-ups had originally sent so many people. Other than the domestic higher-ups playing games, they all wanted to obtain first-hand information on the immortal sects. They also wanted to borrow the power of the immortal sects to nurture their own people.

More than ten people were a bit less, but... it was enough!

Perhaps, there were also people who didn't even know their identities hidden among them.

Shi Liang wasn't worried about the other two tests. Talent and sincerity were the only things he wasn't worried about.

Qualifications, elites like them were naturally not bad. The average value far exceeded the ordinary examinees around them.

Sincerity?

Haha, Shi Liang only sneered. It was nothing more than to judge whether a person had sincerity through his eyes and demeanor. However, they had already received professional training, so how could they give themselves away?

Steady!

The assessment of the small black house was still going on, while Shanggong Ling took the time to introduce the "history" of the immortal sect to everyone.

What ten thousand years of inheritance, what secret guardians, experienced countless glory and ups and downs, and now in the year 9102, it was time to open a mountain to take in disciples.

The people who passed the first assessment at the foot of the mountain listened with relish, and these settings, along with a few main characters, were more than enough to write a long novel with a few million words - after all, it was ten thousand years of history.

There were a few who believed it, but were not sure.

The humans of modern society were not so simple. However, as long as they planted a seed in their hearts and waited for the future, there would be a time when it would sprout.

One after another, there were people who failed the assessment with dejected expressions. However, no one cursed. After all, it was because they were lacking in ability, especially those who were terrified and embarrassed. They had no face to continue staying and could only leave resentfully.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the immortal sect was just an ordinary sect after all. They did not force it too much and did not know what they had missed.

Someone took a photo and was ready to send it to the PY circle, but found that there was no signal around.

After sending off batch after batch of people who were eliminated, there would occasionally be examinees walking out of the mountain forest panting... Xiang Jinghong took in the scenes before taking a deep breath. The fresh air penetrated deep into his heart and spleen, and his entire person relaxed quite a bit.

"The immortal sect is truly a treasured place with good feng shui."

As soon as he arrived at the foot of the mountain, Xiang Jinghong discovered that the air here was even fresher, and the leaves were verdant and glistening. After staying for a while, his waist was not sore, and he was no longer panting.

This was only the foot of the mountain, and it was hard to imagine what kind of strange scene was on the mountain that was shrouded in clouds and mist.

It was a pity that he could not go up. Only by becoming a member of an immortal sect would he have the qualifications to enter a sect.

Xiang Jinghong was a little envious.

Wait,

It seems that the immortal sect doesn't restrict their age when accepting disciples?

Now that he was old, he had already planned to retreat to the second line. If he could live in such a beautiful place like the immortal sect, raise his children, play chess, it seemed... very good?

Xiang Jinghong's heart was stirring.

The only thing he could not let go of was his team - he did not know what restrictions the immortal sect had on the disciples of the sect - whether he could pass the assessment or not was also a problem.

He walked to the front of the mountain gate, the leader responsible for registering information, the outer sect manager Tang Eleven, and asked secretly.

The advanced puppet, Tang Eleven, glanced at him expressionlessly.

Xiang Jinghong always felt that,

Behind this gaze, there was an indescribable feeling?

It must be an illusion.

"Our immortal sect does not restrict the freedom of our disciples. As long as we abide by the sect rules, we can focus on the sect... Of course, the benefits of staying in the sect are greater."

Xiang Jinghong understood.

After instructing his assistant, he walked into one of the small black rooms under the astonished gazes of the people in their team.

The wooden door was closed tightly.

One of Xiang Jinghong's team members picked up the clock and began to count. He was a little worried - Uncle Xiang was not young, and it would be terrible if he was scared out of his mind.

Five minutes passed, and Xiang Jinghong walked out of the small black room in a refreshed mood, feeling as if his mind had been sublimated.

Like many people who had passed the assessment, after the tempering, their willpower and mental strength had improved a bit... On the contrary, the spies of Anxia had experienced a lot, so there was no effect.

Xiang Jinghong smiled and gestured to the people in the team. He felt that it was not too difficult. He really could not understand why so many people were eliminated.

It must be a comfortable life, corroding the will of people.

He looked at the group of people who had been sent away. Most of them were spies from Anxia, but they looked very ordinary. Because of the torture in the small black house, they looked a little embarrassed...

You young people, you can't do it!

Not knowing that his colleagues were secretly despised, Shi Liang finally waited for the third test that he had been waiting for for a long time.

Aptitude test.

The hundred or so people who passed the test of will lined up in six rows and stepped forward.

The young men and women of the immortal sect with serious expressions walked forward and put their hands on their shoulders. A moment later...

"Pass."

"Eliminated."

"Eliminated."

When the cold voice sounded, many people were still stunned.

Compared to the first and second trials, this qualification test was too... simple!

In less than ten seconds!

Especially those who were eliminated, they were even more unwilling to accept this. They didn't understand what was wrong with them!

"I -"

Someone wanted to speak, but the young man who was testing his aptitude looked over coldly.

His words suddenly choked, and he walked to the side, not daring to be rash.

This test ended in a few minutes. As a member who passed the test, Shi Liang sneered in his heart.

Sure enough!

It was as he had expected!

Previously, it was their people who had a low pass rate, but now, the tables had turned. Ordinary people had been eliminated by more than four-fifths, and they, who had special identities, had only been eliminated by three people.

Now, there was only one last test left, and it was a test of sincerity.

Shi Liang expressed that he was a steady batch.

After sending away the eliminated unrelated people, the final test of sincerity was officially started.

Shi Liang was already prepared.

Hold your breath and focus. No matter what methods you use, my eyes will not waver.

Come on!

The outer sect manager, Tang Eleven, took a few steps forward. His gaze swept over the thirty or so people in front of him, and his cold voice rang out,

"You, you, you... and you, you are unqualified."

The last person he pointed at was the muscular Shi Liang.

His expression changed from confident in victory to what the f*ck.