Inside the cabin, silence returned. Lin Feng quickly severed the distracting thoughts in his mind and focused on his cultivation. Wang Mu's arrival was like a pebble thrown into a vast ocean, only causing ripples and unable to shake his determination to collect the complete Nine Revolutions Technique to achieve physical sainthood and ultimately immortality. Even after hundreds of martial arts masters pouring in, Cherry Blossom Valley remained quiet. The second assessment was approaching, and everyone was racing against time to cultivate, hoping to advance their cultivation to the next level before the assessment. This second assessment, though voluntary—participation was optional—was almost universally accepted, with both the lucky ones who passed the first round and the martial arts masters who failed registering for it. Those who had failed the first round seized this last chance, dreaming of a lucky break and joining a sect, each vowing to succeed at all costs. Meanwhile, the mar

The first to arrive was Zhu Qianqian, a young genius who had mastered the Falling God Steps during the first trial and was now an outer disciple of the Falling God Palace. She was followed by a man and a woman; the man, clad in a fiery red battle robe, was clearly a disciple of the Divine Fire Pavilion, while the woman, wielding a sharp Netherblood Scythe, had joined the Underworld God Temple. The Heavenly Palace, the Divine Fire Pavilion, and the Underworld God Temple—this trio came from three major immortal sects; only the Immortal Blade Sect disciple was missing."Young Master Lin, do you want to join our Blazing Fire Team? We're only missing one disciple from the four great immortal sects." Zhu Qianqian was slender and beautiful. She was not usually talkative, but at the crucial moment, she stepped forward without hesitation to find people to team up with and was the first to extend an invitation to Lin Feng.The trial grounds were fraught with danger. Besides these hellhounds, wh

The trial participants, struggling to break through, faced increasing pressure, and casualties quickly occurred. The more people there were, the more hellhounds they attracted.Some people believed that the more martial arts masters gathered together, the safer they would be; some teams even had seven or eight, or even a dozen or twenty people. Little did they know that this attracted a huge number of hellhounds, and they quickly learned the hard way that ignoring Han Su's warnings led to them being surrounded by a large pack of hellhounds.Too many people were no good, and too few were also a dead end. Lone rangers, needless to say, died the fastest, and even small teams of only two or three were quickly overwhelmed and fell in pools of blood. The truly effective strategy was to form teams of four, possessing relatively strong combat power without attracting too many hellhounds, and they all charged to the front lines. However, as more and more hellhounds arrived, the four-person te

"The blade is like lightning, the man like the wind, the sword's movement like a crescent moon, freely flowing in the heart..." Lin Feng muttered to himself softly, silently reciting the incantation of the Crescent Moon Blade Manual, and walked slowly but steadily at the forefront of the Emerald Sea team.At first, he attacked with wide, sweeping strikes, unleashing a series of powerful combos to clear a path for Gan Liuting and the others to break through quickly. Gradually, his speed slowed down. Whether it was due to increased pressure and the surging of more and more hellhounds, or exhaustion from expending a lot of energy, he stopped using his powerful combos and instead began haphazardly slashing here and there. His blade strikes were weak and limp, his attacks far less sharp than before. The blade light faintly connected to form patches that protected his vitals. It didn't look like he was breaking through; rather, it looked like he was passively defending. It would be strange

Aaaaaaaaaargh. A scream rang out loudly amidst the sounds of fighting. Leng Dacheng suddenly exerted his strength, using the Divine Fire Staff in his hand as a sharp sword, piercing the hellhound's head and killing it instantly. However, it was too late; only half of its shapely buttocks remained, and its right buttock was torn off by the dying hellhound, leaving a large chunk of flesh and skin.Leng Dacheng, who had been going through the motions without putting in any real effort, quickly reaped the bitter fruits of his own actions.Just now, when Lin Feng was clearing the way and advancing quickly, if he had lent a hand and taken down that hellhound lying on the ground, this tragedy would not have happened.Leng Dacheng wailed loudly, reaching down to touch his backside. Seeing the blood on his hand, he was filled with pain and rage, completely forgetting the bitter consequences of his own actions. He blamed everything on Lin Feng, ​​"Lin Feng, ​​you despicable brat, I..."Leng Dac