Ye Alan flew the flying sword and shuttled across the sky. All the scenery was rapidly receding. Jun Huanyu had no time to care. He was very scared, afraid of falling, and his little hands tightly held Ye Alan's right hand.

Wanyuan Sect is a well-known holy place for cultivation in Guisu Prefecture. It is one of the most powerful sects in Guisu Prefecture. There are countless strong people who have created countless myths.

Being able to join such a force to practice cultivation is something that countless people dream of.

The flying sword landed next to a stone gate that towered into the clouds.

Two huge stone pillars seem to stand tall and straight, standing behind a thousand-foot staircase.

"This is the first difficulty! Step on it!" Ye Alan's voice was unquestionable.

Jun Huanyu looked back at Ye Alan, then stood up and stepped forward. One step, two steps. Very easy.

However, at the 99th step, as soon as Jun Huanyu raised one leg, he felt an inexplicable pressure pressing on his nerves and body, making it difficult for him to even breathe.

"Go ahead! If you can't even get over 500 steps, then you'd better give up the idea of ​​practicing as soon as possible."

Jun Huanyu gritted his teeth, raised his foot fiercely and stepped out.

He felt his body and mind were torn apart. At first, he was sweating profusely. Later, even his face was squeezed to the point of being deformed, and his eyeballs seemed to be popping out.

"I will not give up, I will, I will!" Jun Huanyu roared.

Ye Alan followed behind him with a blank expression.

Until Jun Huanyu took the last step.

Jun Huanyu collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily. He felt extremely tired.

Ye Alan chuckled: "It's not over yet, the next challenge is to examine your conscience." He picked up Jun Huanyu, like a chicken, and threw him onto a chain bridge with iron chains.

"Go ahead! Don't look back, or you'll be falling behind!" Ye Alan warned.

Jun Huanyu clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and stepped in.

Suddenly, the world spun.

Jun Huanyu found that his little hand had changed into a different appearance, with slender fingers and a large palm. He raised his hand and stroked his face, his thoughts traveling through time and space.

What will I be like when I grow up? Have I become a powerful person? Have I avenged my parents? What kind of life will I lead?

"You? You are so weak, yet you dare to come and seek revenge?" A voice came from the other end of the bridge. It was a man with a scary appearance. The scar on his face was like a living centipede, rising and falling with the twitching of his facial muscles.

He exuded a terrifying aura, and the boundless darkness set off him, like the devil of the night. Jun Huanyu was trembling, he didn't know how to defeat such a strong man.

There is absolutely no way to defeat him.

What should I do! I don't know how to attack? Am I not already a cultivator? The scarred man walked towards him step by step. The pressure from his aura made Jun Huanyu's legs weak. He wanted to retreat.

"If you step back, I won't kill you. You're just like an ant, and killing you will dirty my hands."

"Oh, by the way, your parents are those two old people, right? Haha, my knife is so fast that they don't even have time to react."

My parents! My dearest and most beloved people!

Jun Huanyu stood there trembling, two lines of tears left at the corners of his mouth, his teeth were trembling.

"You deserve to die!" Jun Huanyu instinctively rushed out and threw a heavy punch with his right hand.

Even if I die, I must take revenge! This was the most primitive thought in Jun Huanyu's heart, even though he was extremely unwilling to accept this ending. "Pah!" Jun Huanyu's punch was caught easily. Jun Huanyu was deflated, as if he accepted this ending.

"Look at your conscience, this level has been passed!"

Ye Alan's voice rang out.

Jun Huanyu suddenly realized that the surrounding environment became brighter. He was still in the same position, but the person opposite him became Ye Alan.

Ye Alan smiled: "If you continue to be timid, once you take a step back, your fear of the illusion will be infinitely magnified, and in the end, you will flee in panic."

Jun Huanyu smiled bitterly, savoring everything that had just happened. "I will definitely work hard to cultivate, and this will not be the ending." Jun Huanyu was afraid that such a scene would happen again.

Ye Alan did not comment: "Although I don't know what your illusion is, but you already have the courage to punch. Courage is the most precious quality of a person. Being timid will not solve any problems."

Jun Huanyu calmed down and asked, "What is the next level?"

"No more." Ye Alan said.

"Gone?" Jun Huanyu was surprised.

Ye Alan turned and walked away, saying as she walked: "The hardest experience is what comes later. Time will temper one's mentality. It all depends on your own luck."

"The most difficult experience..." Jun Huanyu murmured.

"All disciples who have not yet entered the sect, regardless of their identity or status, must go through this stage, the menial labor cell in the sect's back mountain! You must train in there for two years, accept the sect's arrangements, and do things like a slave, fetching water, tending to the flower garden, being called upon and dismissed at will. In short, you must accept all arrangements made by the sect! After the two years are up, someone will come to pick you up and make you official disciples."

Jun Huanyu nodded heavily.

"I won't be of any help to you. No one there will sympathize with you just because you are young. The steward of chores will arrange things for you to do. Although you won't die there, but! People who are of no use to the sect can only roll down the mountain!" Ye Alan shouted loudly.

"No one can be an exception to this rule. Even the descendants of the clan leader must obey it."

"Yes!" Jun Huanyu replied.

Ye Alan brought Jun Huanyu to the real entrance of the sect.

It was a magnificent palace, magnificent, majestic and solemn.

In front of the temple, there are two tall camphor trees. The trunks are so thick that several people can't hug them. The withered yellow leaves slowly fall down. They float to the ground and are gently carried away by the breeze.

An old man was sitting and leaning against a camphor tree. Next to him was a stone table covered with thick gray-yellow paper. A small and exquisite ancient red seal was stamped on it.

It is late autumn and the gloomy sunlight makes people feel sleepy.

Ye Alan stepped forward and bowed slightly: "Uncle Master, I brought a errand disciple to register."

After a long while, the old man finally opened his squinting eyes, sat up slowly, stretched, and said, "Xiao Lan, why did you come back after a month?"

Ye Alan's face darkened and she was speechless: This old man. You are Xiaolanzi.

"Something went wrong while executing the mission, which delayed us some time." Ye Alan did not dare to refute the old man. The reason was that the old man was extremely powerful, of course, referring to his strength.

"Wait, that local snake is not so easy to kill. You can't handle the snake gall, so I will do it for you." The old man looked serious.

Ye Alan's face darkened. He had finally killed the Earth Dragon, and the trophy he had obtained with great difficulty had already been sniffed out by the old man before he was ready to hand it over to the sect for reward. (End of this chapter)