Young Mistress Feeds Blood, Wretch Runs Wild

"Zou'er, what are you doing? What are you doing?!"

A burst of tearful sobbing suddenly rang out in the square, drawing no small amount of attention.

Hearing it, Fang Shu could not help turning his head—and happened to spot a familiar face.

It was none other than the "former Second Aunt by Marriage" who had come up to greet him earlier. She was tugging and pulling at a young man.

The young man's qi and blood churned wildly. He had clearly stepped forward to try many times already, yet failed to ring the bronze bell. As time drew near, he grew ever more frantic.

The former Second Aunt by Marriage seemed to have knelt and said something. The youth surnamed Zou roared, "Useless trash! What did my father keep you for?!"

His features twisted. Hatred, terror, and weakness flickered across his face in turn, moving all who saw it. Even the two immortal sect envoys who had caused this scene could not help glancing over several times.

"Tsk, tsk. What a fine picture of incompetence and fury."

One of the immortal sect envoys stood before Fang Shu and the others and said aloud:

"Do not blame us. Who entered a sect without being tempered like this? Compared with the two of us back then, you already have it good."

These words made Fang Shu and the other candidates who had passed the test exchange looks. For a moment, they could not tell whether the two men were speaking truth or lies.

But whether true or false, Fang Shu and the others felt their hearts sink once more.

As they spoke, the situation in the square changed again.

Some candidates truly could not endure it any longer. With no one to turn to, they could only stagger through the crowd and