Chapter 6111: Prodigy

This trial was different from before.

At least no one would lose their life.

Zhen Ling had personally arranged for over ten thousand emperors to enter. As long as there was a breath left, they could be revived. If anyone was unlucky enough to fall, they couldn’t blame anyone else.

“With Lord Zhen Ling handling this, we can naturally be at ease!” Wu Zuo didn’t forget to flatter him, as he had also sent someone into the trial.

Over the millennia, not everyone had prepared for the secret methods as earnestly as Jian Wushuang.

Many had secretly cultivated Yan Immortal and then thrown them into the trial field, letting them choose themselves in the end.

In fact, Jian Wushuang also had a candidate, currently in his cave.

It was the little girl he had taken from the Ji family back then.

“By the way, the rules for this trial are simple. I’ve calculated that the total number of captured and sent Yan Immortal is ten billion. They will fight each other until a thousand remain. These will then engage in a tournament to determine the rankings. The rest is up to you!”

Zhen Ling’s rules were simple. The final thousand Yan Immortals would be ranked, serving as a reference for them.

One point made everyone uncomfortable.

They had become the ones to be chosen.

Those Yan Immortals would pick their own masters.

This depended on their personal charisma and methods.

If those they sent in made it to the top thousand, they would naturally become their disciples.

There was no need to be chosen.

“Since there are no objections, let’s go!”

Zhen Ling stood up, tore open space, and led everyone directly into the cave.

However, they all entered with their Dharma bodies; otherwise, the cave would have shattered.

The entire cave was a landscape, very suitable for mortals to live in.

“This viewing platform was built especially for you!” Zhen Ling pointed to a massive plaza. At that moment, tens of thousands of strong practitioners had already taken their seats, all present with their avatar clones.

In the center of the plaza, besides the enormous canopy, there were millions of Yan Immortals.

No need to look; these were the prodigies of the families and sects.

Unexpectedly, they had gathered so many.

Including those painstakingly selected by Zhen Ling, they had indeed reached ten billion.

However, those who mastered the ultimate way were less than one in ten thousand.

Even among the prodigies, they were rare.

“Welcome, Divine Lords!”

Jian Wushuang and others sat in the highest seats. Many strong practitioners below came to flatter them, evidently wanting them to open a back door.

But this time, the stakes were too high. No one would be careless; they all kept a stern face.

It was a reminder to them not to try any tricks.

These strong practitioners were sensible. Seeing the stern faces of the Divine Lords and Palace Lords, they naturally didn’t dare to say anything more and returned to their seats.

Once back, they began transmitting messages to their junior prodigies.

“Wanshan, don’t let down the family’s expectations. Make it to the top thousand and restore the Wanjia’s former glory. Don’t forget the ancestral teachings and the old ancestor Wan Xing!” The head of the Wan Family, a descendant of Wan Xing, was now a Fourth Tribulation Universe Master.

After the great battle, Zhen Ling, though silent, had done a lot for the families of some fallen strong practitioners.

He had tilted resources significantly, even paying out of his own pocket.

Besides the Wanjia, there was also the Jiajia.

“Ji Ye, Ji Hao, make it to the top thousand. You will be the pride of the family!” The old ancestor of the Ji Family looked at the two top prodigies of the family with expectation. Meanwhile, many super families were giving instructions to their descendants.

Even the ninth Divine Lord, Gong Ming, let his family’s younger generation participate.

“Gong Ping, remember who you wield your three-foot sword for!”

This voice reached the ears of a quiet, sword-wielding youth in the plaza. Hearing this, the youth’s expression trembled.

His three-foot sword was forged by the Ancestor.

It was the Ninth Divine Lord of Qishen Temple!

The recent transmission was from the rumored Ancestor.

Initially steady, he revealed an excited expression upon hearing these encouraging words.

The young geniuses below, after hearing transmissions from their family’s Ancestor or elders, were high-spirited!

Jian Wushuang, having no juniors, naturally skipped this part.

However, within his cave world, it was a different scene.

Atop a mountain peak.

An old white-haired demon was slain by a single sword, blood splattering on the spot.

The one who wielded the sword was a young girl, her eyes cold and her white clothes

unstained by dust.

Behind the girl stood another person.

He crossed his arms, holding a long sword, with an arrogant expression, yet he gave the girl high praise: “The old demon was a Grand Yan Immortal, and you managed to slay him with one sword strike. It seems Master will take you away this time.”

“Why do you say that, Senior Brother? Didn’t you also slay a Grand Yan Immortal?” The girl turned to the man, her expression unchanged, still cold.

“Why is Junior Sister always so cold? Master will soon take us both away from this world. Why not be a little happier?”

The arrogant man displayed an aloof demeanor towards everyone, except for this girl.

The girl, however, did not change her attitude, still coldly saying, “It’s none of your

business!”

With that, she walked down the mountain.

“Is it because of your useless brother?” The arrogant man sneered, “Even Master can’t help

him. You’d better give up. Besides, he’s not even your blood brother. He has barely survived for so many years with the Thousand Flowers Poison. Why be so persistent? We have already

become immortals!”

Swoosh!

The cold divine sword instantly unsheathed.

The tip of the sword was just a hair’s breadth from the arrogant man’s neck. The girl, her eyes filled with anger, said word by word, “In front of me, you are not worthy to mention him!”

With that, the divine sword returned to its sheath.

The girl left directly.

The arrogant man touched his neck, coldly snorting, and thought to himself, “So foolish, caring so much for a useless person. Just wait, once we get out, I will surpass you. Then…”

He revealed an evil smile.

Jian Wushuang witnessed everything.

“It has a bit of Jiang Shang’s taste!”

He smiled bitterly, his mind returning to the wooden house at the foot of the mountain.

The young girl was the one he had taken from the Ji family, now already a Yan Immortal.

When it came to planning, who could surpass him?

Time here was altered by him; outside, only tens of thousands of years had passed, while here

it had been a hundred thousand years.

About three to four times slower.

He even specifically found her a master.

Her master was not an outsider either.

“Brother Lu Hua, thank you for your hard work this time!”

In the wooden house, Jian Wushuang and Lu Hua sat facing each other.

The master found was the former Palace Master of Yuanyang Palace, Wu Zuo’s life-and-death

brother.

“You’re too kind. It was just an avatar clone body. I was curious why you asked me to teach her

back then, but now I see you had a plan all along!”

Lu Hua chuckled lightly.

Back then, when Jian Wushuang sought him, he thought Jian Wushuang intended to use this

matter to give him a treasure.

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