6 So refreshing (2/2)

But this year, all those pointless procedures were scrapped by a certain handsome elder(me) to make the test more effective and faster.

Thus, it was not anything strange for youngster Quan to feel so angry.

After all, the trial was not something which was supposed to require true effort nor pain.

It was supposed to be something like a lottery instead where you followed the policy of 'no pain yes gains'.

But now the policy leaned more towards 'virtue above all'.

A policy which could easily be felt by comparing the silent mountain a year ago to the prayer temple it is today.

Of course, initially, there was a fierce opposition especially from some conservative elders who were against the change to protect the traditions of the sect.

But a single sheet of paper listing the amount of spirit stones that would be saved by this method made them delete all the records of tradition from their mind.

'…'¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Grandpas rock.

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(Third person POV)

The originally tranquil mountain of the Immortal Divinity Sect was currently filled with prayers and vulgarities of different dialects unique to different regions.

These prayers belonged to the numerous filial entrants who were trying to reach the destination of the trial while slowly picking up their pace.

Behind them were another group of entrants who were currently kissing the ground and slowly being deported outside the gates of the sect by the ten cultivators overseeing the trial.

They were the people who fainted in the middle of the trial.

To avoid similar fate, the remaining group of entrants gritted their teeth and put more effort to reach the area where their spirit roots would be checked.

Because if they failed to do so, all the efforts they exerted today would be wasted along with their hopes and aspirations.

Even if they failed this time, there was a chance that they may get a similar chance in the future.

However, for these entrants, the certainty placed right in front of them was much more convincing than the uncertainty that may or may not occur in the future.

In fact, they were not wrong to think this way.

The hidden purpose of the trial was to check the determination of the entrants.

The moment they had chosen to exert efforts at the present rather than hope for the future, they had already passed one of the trials of the sect.

With a few more steps, there was a high chance that these entrants could be chosen as the disciples of the immortal divinity sect if their roots met the bare requirement.

There were also some who already understood this simple principle the moment the trial started.

One of such figure was a young villager who stood at the very front of the cluster of entrants.

He had a heroic expression on his face and was muttering some chuuni lines as he tried to reach towards the goal.

Next to him was a certain death-seeking young master who previously spewed vulgarities like a random hooligan on the street.

In comparison to how he was when the trial started, he now looked more composed and resistant towards the pain.

After them were a certain burly son of city lord who was going full macho and the daughter of the Phoenix city who for whatever reason (hiding her ruined makeup) was wearing a fox mask.

These people were currently the hope of the struggling entrants.

A hope that the trial could be succeeded.

Similarly, there was another one of these hopes who was currently moving separate from the crowd.

The figure was wrapped with a gray rag and had her face disfigured by numerous scars.

With a hint of indifference and hidden resolution visible in her face, she was taking a step forward.