Venom Hall, Long Snake, Long Gu

At the entrance to Passion Hall.

Fang Lu emerged from within in a low-key manner, her robes long since put back in order. The immortals from the various halls passing by saw this unfamiliar woman and immediately understood that she was another candidate for a cultivation vessel who had been eliminated.

Suddenly, some acquaintances of Fang Lu passed by. Recognizing her, they could not help murmuring among themselves:

"Why is this meat-seller here too? Does she really think she can catch the Hall Master's eye?"

"Tch! Doesn't she know how filthy she is? And she still dares come try her luck."

Fang Lu heard them, but acted as if she had heard nothing, continuing onward without a word.

Once she reached a place with no one around, she turned back to look at Passion Hall, with its carved beams, painted rafters, elegant extravagance, and lavish splendor, then spat under her breath:

"Pah! You're the filthy ones, damn it."

As her expression shifted, she shook her sleeve pouch and summoned her white deer. Stroking its body, she sighed wistfully. "Deer, deer, you aren't filthy. To gain it is my fortune; to lose it is my fate..."

Though she had put in tremendous effort this time and wasted more than half a month, now that things had come to this, there was no use dwelling on it.

"After all, a Foundation Establishment immortal... Trying to pass fish eyes off as pearls before one would truly be a fantasy. It's not bad that I failed to make the cut."

She muttered to herself, doing her best to comfort herself. She recovered quickly, and even a trace of ease appeared on her face.

Yet when she thought of that Luan Tong'er in the hall, along with the disdain of several familiar faces—especially the word