Fang Yushu

Luo Zheng had no idea that, at that moment, someone outside Bloodcolor Mountain was wearing an extremely ugly expression.

On the flat ground outside the mountain, all the instructors stood beside a Trust Jade, constantly observing the performances within Bloodcolor Mountain.

After the trial was completed, the disciples would be assigned according to their scores and rankings. However, according to the rules, disciples who passed the Bloodcolor Trials would also have one opportunity to choose freely.

The instructors would observe them as early as possible and make a rough assessment of the disciples participating in the Bloodcolor Trials. Only then could they know what to expect.

Every disciple participating in the Bloodcolor Trials carried a Disciple Token. Through those tokens, the instructors could track every person.

Fang Yanzhi's expression was grim. He was an instructor from Nine Dragons Peak, but he was also a member of the Fang family of the Scholar Clan.

Four members of the Fang family were participating in the Bloodcolor Trials this time. His Family had already given him instructions, demanding that all four pass safely.

Compared to the trial disciples born from humble roots who had passed the preliminary selection, the pass rate of the Aristocratic Clan Disciples was actually extremely high.

Of the more than one thousand trial disciples, only around two hundred would be able to pass the Bloodcolor Trials.

Yet of the mere two hundred Aristocratic Clan Disciples, generally speaking, one hundred and seventy or eighty would pass!

The reason was that most trial disciples from humble backgrounds already harbored a kind of fear toward the Aristocratic Clan Disciples. They feared the families behind them and generally did not dare offend them lightly.

Thus, although there were many trial disciples, most of them ended up with the fate of "accompanying the Crown Prince to study."

Before the Bloodcolor Trials began, Fang Yanzhi had even returned to the Fang family and thumped his chest as he solemnly guaranteed that all four would pass the Bloodcolor Trials.

But just now, two of the four had already been eliminated.

At that moment, two beams of light shot into the sky from somewhere in Bloodcolor Mountain. The personnel responsible for the trial had already boarded a Flying Carriage and gone to transport the two eliminated Fang family disciples back.

Through the Trust Jade, he had already seen what had just happened. That damned brat had been so vicious, directly smashing the heads of the two Fang family disciples together until they died. If they had not been inside the illusion array, those two juniors of the Fang family would truly have been killed by that bastard.

"That reckless little brat!"

It had been a long time since a trial disciple had dared treat an Aristocratic Clan Disciple like this. Usually, when Aristocratic Clan Disciples failed the Bloodcolor Trials, it was either because they had turned on one another, or because they were too confident in their own strength and challenged the high-level illusion beasts of the Fourth Layer and Fifth Layer. It was rare for them to be eliminated by trial disciples born from humble roots.

Fang Yanzhi wanted to search that brat out. He continuously manipulated the Trust Jade, trying to find him among the information of more than a thousand people. Before long, he found the name—Luo Zheng.

But when he tried to use the Disciple Token to switch to Luo Zheng's image, something strange happened.

The image on the Trust Jade was a complete blur.

Could the Trust Jade be broken? Fang Yanzhi wondered in puzzlement. He switched to the images of other trial disciples, and the Trust Jade immediately returned to normal.

What exactly was going on?

Fang Yanzhi had no idea that he was not the only one encountering this problem.

Some instructors continuously switched between images, monitoring every examinee's situation. Yet whenever they inadvertently switched to Luo Zheng, they found that the Trust Jade could not display his image.

However, these instructors did not pay it much attention. There were too many examinees they needed to watch, and one missing was no great loss.

Of the thirty-three instructors present, only one person could track Luo Zheng—and that was Instructor Su.

Instructor Su's pretty face carried a mischievous smile as she stared intently at the Trust Jade. Displayed clearly upon it was Luo Zheng's figure.

Earlier, when she had used checking the Disciple Token as an excuse, she had tampered with Luo Zheng's token. Now, among all the instructors, no one but her could see Luo Zheng's performance.

That way, no one would pay too much attention to Luo Zheng.

But someone had probably noticed that battle just now, hadn't they? Instructor Su was still somewhat nervous. Although others could not track Luo Zheng, they could observe that scene through the other people involved.

Hopefully that brat will honestly gather enough crystals to pass and stop fighting with others. But then again, those Aristocratic Clan Disciples are so annoying. They're always stirring up trouble. Instructor Su helplessly curled her lips.

Things would not develop as Instructor Su expected.

Fang Yanzhi's heart was already blazing with fury over the elimination of two of his family's disciples. Four people from the Fang family were participating in the Bloodcolor Trials this time. Three were branch-family disciples with weaker strength, but one was a direct descendant—the third son of the Fang family head, named Fang Yushu. He had outstanding talent and formidable strength.

Through the Trust Jade, he connected to Fang Yushu's Disciple Token and transmitted his voice over.

Such an operation was against the rules during the Bloodcolor Trials, but Fang Yanzhi could no longer care about that.

"Yushu, Zhen and Ping have both been eliminated! Someone viciously attacked them." Fang Yanzhi spoke softly into the Trust Jade.

"What? Who dares lay a hand on members of my Fang family?" Fang Yushu was currently moving swiftly through the Third Layer illusion realm. Six third-level illusion beasts were actually following close behind him, yet he showed not the slightest panic. He even chatted leisurely with Fang Yanzhi.

"It was a brat named Luo Zheng! He doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth and actually dared attack Zhen and the others," Fang Yanzhi said resentfully. The reason he was so furious was that the Zhen he mentioned was his own nephew, the person closest to him in the enormous Fang family.

By comparison, Fang Yushu was a direct descendant whose blood relation to Fang Yanzhi was not nearly as close.

"I understand. Where is that brat now?" Fang Yushu asked.

"I'll give you his location. He's still on the Second Layer!" Although Fang Yanzhi could not see Luo Zheng's image, he could still determine Luo Zheng's location.

"Fine. Once I've dealt with the illusion beasts behind me, I'll go kill him," Fang Yushu said coldly. In truth, in Fang Yushu's heart, the idiots in his family were not even qualified to enter the Azure Cloud Sect. Being eliminated was no great matter.

But those idiots still bore the Fang name. Anyone who dared challenge the dignity of their Fang family would have to pay the price.

"Yushu, that fellow's strength should be quite good. If you cannot defeat him, you can consider swallowing a Secret Realm Pill!" Fang Yanzhi cautioned him.

The Fang family was a family of alchemists. Their clan had produced countless famous alchemists, and the Secret Realm Pill was a priceless elixir that could forcibly raise one's cultivation by an entire level in a short period, greatly increasing one's strength at a critical moment.

However, this elixir could only be used by those below the Innate Secret Realm, and it was extremely difficult to refine. Thus, even Fang Yushu had only one prepared on him.

"Uncle Yanzhi, are you doubting my strength?" Fang Yushu said coldly. He was the family head's son. Even though Fang Yanzhi was now an instructor of the Azure Cloud Sect, his status could not compare with Fang Yushu's, so Fang Yushu was not particularly respectful toward him.

The moment Fang Yushu finished speaking, he pushed off with one foot, and his body suddenly flew sideways. After spinning twice in midair, the short dagger in his hand deftly drew out a bright blue line.

The illusion beasts that had been chasing him from behind touched that line and were instantly sliced in two, transforming into specks of light that slowly dissipated in the air.

Six third-level illusion beasts were annihilated by a single move.

Seeing this scene, Fang Yanzhi's heart gave a jolt, and only then did he realize that he had misspoken. With Fang Yushu's strength, his future was boundless. Fang Yanzhi naturally had to curry favor with him properly, so he chuckled softly. "I was overthinking it. Yushu's strength is extraordinary. You will surely have no rival on Bloodcolor Mountain today."

Hearing Fang Yanzhi's words, Fang Yushu remained expressionless and headed in the direction he had indicated.

At that moment, after killing two second-level illusion beasts, Luo Zheng continued deeper into Bloodcolor Mountain. But before long, a helplessly amused expression appeared on his face.

Around twenty Aristocratic Clan Disciples stood in neat rows ahead of him. These fellows had actually set up a checkpoint on the road. Anyone who wanted to pass had to hand over every last crystal fragment.

Luo Zheng's first reaction was: Have these idiots gone mad?