Chapter 512 - Recruitment Test (1/2)

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The ones who got pushed behind kept trying, but the same thing kept happening. They recalled that the rumors said that only cultivators would be able to ascend the immortal mountain. One by one, they retreated with disappointed expressions. There weren’t many who got rejected, however. A significant proportion of people there had spirit roots.

The so-called ladder of ascension was what Fatty used to select disciples back in the small realm. It was different from the Three Azure Realms. The Sacred Arrival Realm that Fatty was in only contained immortals who were cultivating, therefore there was only a small minority who did not have spirit roots. However, immortal sects there had certain standards. Naturally, they were strict about the disciples they accepted. Not only did they have to have spirit roots, they had to be of a certain caliber and character etc.

There were many different types of sorcery placed on the ladder that were designed to mess with the human mind. The more pure and determined one was, the shorter the time they would take to ascend the ladder.

Indeed, while many people reached the ladder at the same time, a distance began to grow among them. All the young men who had been at the front in the beginning found themselves trailing behind less than a minute later. What’s more, they were panting and wheezing. The women and children who had been trailing behind in the beginning, on the other hand, found themselves at the front of the pack. This was especially so for children under the age of ten. They did not even look half as tired as the men did. Instead, they constantly turned behind to gaze curiously at the adults who were panting.

A minute later, apart from five or six adults at the front, the others were all children.

“How long would they take to make it up here?” Lonemoon asked.

Fatty looked at him and said, “Perhaps another hour.”

That wasn’t too long. It should be over soon.

“Eh? Where are the two bastards?” Lonemoon turned back to find that Yi Qing and Shen Ying were no longer in the main hall.

“Master, have you forgotten?” Fatty reminded him, “It’s noon now, they’ve gone to eat lunch.”

Lonemoon pursed his lips. Motherf*ckers, those little…

“Father Niu, it’s time for lunch!” Just as he was cursing them in his head, he heard Chef’s voice. “Oh, Fatty you won’t have to join us. I didn’t cook his share.”

Alright! Since they remembered to call him along, he would not deduct their allowance this time.

Fatty: “…”

Why did Yi Qing have to address both of them? Fatty did not want to know.

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The distance between the front pack and the rear pack in the crowd that was ascending the ladder was growing. The people trailing behind were looking more exhausted by now. Some could not even stand upright anymore, and others had already given up and were turning back. The moment they turned around, it was like the ladder had become a slope that sent them back to the seaside in seconds. Just like that, the people who remained on the ladder became fewer and fewer.

This was what Lonemoon thought in the beginning as well. The aim of this exercise was not exactly to recruit disciples into their sect and teach them how to cultivate. His main aim was instead to spread the knowledge about cultivation to the mortal world. So these people that they were selecting not only had to learn how to cultivate, but they also had to have the ability to pass their knowledge and skills down to future generations. This would allow humans to preserve their own race while the Heavenly Dao was still stabilizing itself.