Qin Fengming imagined that the selection contest the Yellow Dao Sect had chosen this time would never have been permitted in the Human Realm. Such a method undoubtedly placed every cultivator who entered in a state of hostility, locked in a struggle that would end only in death. The fighting was bound to be utterly savage and brutal.
In the Ghost Realm, however, such contests were perfectly commonplace.
Qin Fengming had once read in an ancient text that, when a super sect in the Ghost Realm recruited disciples from outside, it had sent all the rogue cultivators taking part in the selection into a small, sealed space and simply ordered them to slaughter one another. Those who survived were accepted.
The contest before him was clearly far gentler than that super sect's method.
In Lan Yin Valley, those unable to defeat their opponents still had some chance of escaping. In a small, sealed space, however, their only choice would be to rise up and fight to the death.
Although quite a few cultivators had chosen to withdraw this time, the majority still entered Lan Yin Valley. By a rough count, they numbered two or three thousand. Not all of them had come for the positions; many were there expressly to rob others.
As soon as he entered Lan Yin Valley, Qin Fengming released his divine sense to scan his surroundings, as was his habit.
Although Lan Yin Valley was considered a dangerous place, there were no restrictive spells within it—not even the restrictions on divine sense or rapid movement found in some dangerous regions. He easily probed four hundred li into the distance and sensed nothing that limited his flight speed.
There were indeed plenty of demon beasts here, however. With only a brief scan, he spotted large numbers of