Returning to Town in Brocade, Walking the Street of Corpses

The voices of the two Immortal Sect envoys rang in everyone's ears, and the examinees' breathing immediately fell into disarray.

Some let out long breaths, their faces bright with joy, barely able to contain their excitement. Others wore numb expressions and involuntarily covered their faces, rubbing them hard.

Others pounded the ground fiercely, either cursing themselves or muttering under their breath.

Fang Shu stood among them. He immediately opened his eyes, delight shining within them.

Then everyone felt a chill sweep over them. The Imperishable Bones they had struggled so hard to gather suddenly shot out one after another, flying into the sleeves of the two Immortal Sect envoys.

The two envoys weighed the number of Imperishable Bones in their sleeves, amusement appearing on their faces.

"Not bad, not bad. Chicken ribs may be tasteless to eat, but they still count as a little extra income."

One of them looked toward Lead Mountain Mine and said, "It seems your town has squeezed these mine slaves dry. To think so many Imperishable Bones could be nurtured here—this truly counts as a fine place steeped in resentment."

The moment he finished speaking, before Fang Shu and the others could react, the envoy shrugged and muttered, "But what does that have to do with me?"

The two Immortal Sect envoys then looked at each other, seeming to confer in secret for a few moments. Then they each pointed at several examinees present.

"You, come over and state your name." "You too. State your name."

"Yes, Immortal Elder!"

Those who had been called hurriedly answered. Even the mysterious Rat Lord responded at once and strode forward without daring to delay.

Fang Shu steadied his breathing. Just as he had expected, he was indeed among the eighteen selected, and ranked near the front—he was the