Returning to Town in Brocade, Walking the Street of Corpses
The voices of the two envoys from the Immortal Sect rang in everyone's ears, and the breathing of the examinees on site immediately became disordered.
Some people let out a long sigh of relief, their faces beaming with joy and barely able to contain their excitement. Others, however, looked numb, and unconsciously covered their faces, rubbing them vigorously.
Some people pounded the ground, cursed themselves, or muttered to themselves.
Fang Shu, who was in the middle of it, immediately opened his eyes, a look of joy in them.
Immediately afterwards, everyone felt a chill sweep over them, and the Unchanging Bone they had finally managed to obtain flew out and landed in the sleeves of the two Immortal Sect envoys.
The two envoys weighed the number of Unchanging Bone in their sleeves, their faces showing great interest:
"Not bad, not bad. Although chicken ribs are tasteless, it's still a bit of extra income."
One of them was still looking at the Lead Mountain Mine and said:
"It seems your town has exploited these mine slaves quite a bit, managing to raise so many Unchanging Bones. This place is quite a breeding ground for resentment."
Before Fang Shu and the others could react, the envoy shrugged and muttered to himself, "But what does this have to do with me?"
Immediately afterwards, the two envoys from the Immortal Sect exchanged glances, seemingly discussing something in secret, before pointing to the candidates present:
"You, stand here and state your name." "You, state your name too."
"Yes, Immortal Master!"
Those whose names were called immediately spoke up, even the mysterious Rat Lord, who responded instantly and stepped forward without hesitation.
Fang Shu remained calm. As he expected, he was indeed among the eighteen candidates, and in a relatively high position, being the fifth to be called.
After bowing to the two messengers, he obediently stood among the responding crowd.
One after another.
Soon, the eighteen people stood on either side of the Immortal Sect's envoy, like eighteen guardians.
When the last person stood still, the last glimmer of hope in the eyes of the remaining few in the circle instantly dimmed, and they all hung their heads in dejection.
Then a minor incident occurred: someone suddenly pounded their chest, extremely agitated, and incoherently cried out, "It should have been mine! It should have been mine!"
Fang Shu glanced over and saw that the person pounding his chest was the same one who had worried about not having enough Unchanging Bone and wanted to keep them in the circle first.
In stark contrast to this person was the last candidate to enter the line.
The man was all smiles, and Fang Shu recalled that the Unchanging Bone in the man's hand was actually some that he had picked up from the ground, which was why there was a little extra.
In other words, the person pounding his chest would have passed the test and been selected even if he had done nothing. But by sheer coincidence, he was just a little short, and he ended up handing the spot over to someone else, helping that person pass.
Fang Shu wasn't the only one who realized this; the other examinees also looked at the man beating his chest with pity.
Soon, a gentle voice suddenly rang in their ears, attracting their attention:
"We have noted down your names, so you can rest assured."
These words startled all eighteen examinees. The speaker was none other than the envoy from the Immortal Sect who had always treated them coldly.
The two even took the initiative to bow to the crowd and introduce themselves.
"This humble Hao Hexin."
"This is Lao Youdiao. Fellow Daoists, we'll meet again at the Immortal Sect in the future."
Fang Shu and the others were stunned, feeling caught off guard.
They quickly returned the greeting. "Junior greets Immortal Master Hao and Immortal Master Lao!"
The two envoys from the Immortal Sect smiled and readily agreed.
His attitude was completely different from before, if not drastically different, as if he had two different faces.
However, the candidates also realized that from tonight onwards, their identities were completely different from before; they were now genuine seeds of immortal Immortal Sect.
They could join Immortal Sect with the mere flick of their wrist!
The scene became quite chaotic.
Those who failed the exam were filled with envy, but no one dared to voice their jealousy; they all kept their feelings of jealousy and resentment to themselves.
Although it was called a "reunion of the Immortal Sect," the two Immortal Sect envoys did not leave directly.
Instead, they bowed again, asking the candidates who had passed to lend a hand if they had any free time.
Because very quickly, the two envoys from the Immortal Sect gathered all the remaining examinees from the mine. Whether they were dead or alive, they were thrown into the crowd, and everyone was asked to lend a hand to send those who could not walk back to the town.
The exam was over, and everyone present was a promising candidate for immortality. In addition, the two envoys were very polite, so they all naturally agreed, and some even competed for the position.
Fang Shu landed among them and casually picked up one person to help carry them back to town.
Soon, the group headed towards Guling Town.
On the other side.
In Guling Town, flames rose everywhere, shouts of battle echoed, and plumes of smoke rose from all directions, clearly indicating a major disturbance.
However, as the disciples of the Withered Bone Abbey were stopped and the temple owners withdrew, the riot of the miners and miners' slaves was gradually suppressed.
When Fang Shu and his group returned from outside the town in time, they witnessed this scene and their expressions varied.
However, when they saw the Zong family immortals sitting Immortal cultivator at the crossroads, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that the town's situation couldn't be too bad.
The woman was dressed in white, her robes now stained with blood, and surrounded by a jumble of skeletons and the corpses of miners and slaves.
But this scene did not diminish her charm; on the contrary, it made her bloom like a winter plum blossom, captivating and enchanting.
Clang!
The moment the woman opened her eyes, Fang Shu and the others felt a tremor in their hearts, as if a sword flashed past.
"You're back?" the woman surnamed Zong said softly. Then she stood up, and a long sword, like a dragon, flew up from nowhere and snaked its way into her sleeve.
Hao Hexin and Lao Youdiao immediately stepped forward:
"Reporting to Fellow Daoist Zong, the assessment is complete. This is the list of those who passed."
"Thank you both for your hard work."
The woman surnamed Zong glanced around, nodded to the crowd, and gave the instructions:
"I'll leave this mess to you two as well. Although I cut off the arm of that thief, he escaped outside the town."
I was wary of the town, so I didn't pursue them. Now I'll try again.
Before the two could respond, he finished speaking.
The woman vanished from everyone's sight, seemingly a divine being, leaving Fang Shu and the others utterly captivated.
Soon, the owners of all the major establishments in the town learned of Fang Shu's return, and one by one they led their disciples and rushed towards the town entrance.
Surrounded by a crowd, the candidates who had passed the test, adorned with red flowers, walked joyfully down the street.
In stark contrast.
The streets were lined with corpses and rioters who had been restrained and arrested, forced to kneel like pigs and dogs, and beheaded one by one.
The splattering sounds were incessant.
Fang Shu paced back and forth.
Suddenly, he heard someone calling his name:
"Fang Shu! Fellow Daoist Fang!!"
Turning his head, he saw a kneeling miner staring at him with a look of wild joy on his face and eyes shining. The man was twisting his body, trying to pounce on him.
"Help me..." But the other person had only taken half a step.
The next moment, the dojo disciples behind him wielded large swords and slashed fiercely.
Thump!
A kind-looking human head immediately fell to the ground. The headless corpse swayed and collapsed to the ground, its gushing blood staining the street even more, forming a bright red carpet for Fang Shu and his men to trample on.