Hold It In

"The Seven Great Holy Lands recruited disciples once every three years. Qinghe Holy Land was said to be taking three hundred people this time."

Ling Xiao explained quietly.

"With so many people, slipping in will be easy."

Gu Sheng nodded.

"But once we enter the Holy Land, our disguises..."

"We'll take it one step at a time."

Ling Xiao cut him off.

"It's still better than being hunted down outside."

Just then, a golden bell flew out from the stone gate and hovered above the plaza.

Its chimes were melodious, yet they carried a force that shook the heart. The noisy crowd fell silent at once.

"It's starting."

Ling Xiao sounded excited.

"Dong—"

The stirring toll echoed through the heavens, and a sharp gleam flared in Ling Xiao's eyes.

"Is that really necessary?"

Gu Sheng shot him a sidelong glance, keeping his voice extremely low.

"At this level of competition, we could win with our eyes closed."

Ling Xiao chuckled and rubbed his hands together.

"You wouldn't understand the thrill of crushing rookies."

The nervous contestants looked like lambs waiting for slaughter in his eyes.

Gu Sheng shook his head helplessly. Just as he was about to speak, his entire body suddenly stiffened.

An utterly terrifying aura descended from above, pressing down so hard that even his breathing stalled.

He abruptly looked up and saw a black figure drifting down from the direction of Qinghe Holy Land.

"Beyond the Tribulation Crossing stage."

Gu Sheng's pupils contracted slightly as the Spiritual Power within him instinctively circulated to resist the pressure.

The silver-haired elder landed lightly, his black robes fluttering without wind. His profound gaze swept across the plaza, and every contestant he looked upon lowered their head.

Gu Sheng felt his heart tremble. He hurriedly concealed his aura, afraid the elder