Passed

"One who cannot endure small matters will ruin great plans."

Ling Xiao took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed his anger, but his eyes remained fixed on those Holy Land disciples, especially the blue-robed man leading them.

The selection continued for an entire day.

The black-robed elder appeared once more.

"First round concluded! Five hundred and thirty-seven have passed. The second round of assessment will begin at the hour of the Dragon tomorrow. Latecomers will be deemed to have forfeited!"

The result left everyone utterly shocked.

Out of one hundred thousand cultivators, barely over five hundred had passed!

The Qinghe Holy Land's threshold was truly daunting.

The crowd gradually dispersed, and Liang Yu took Gu Sheng and Ling Xiao to a nearby inn.

Inside the room, Liang Yu was still immersed in shock.

"Too terrifying. Five hundred chosen from one hundred thousand. I heard that in previous years, at least a thousand people passed."

Liang Yu muttered.

Ling Xiao lay lazily on the bed with one leg crossed over the other.

"What's there to fear? Just watch me tomorrow."

Liang Yu gave a bitter smile.

"Brother Ling, the second round is the real hurdle. I heard it is a formation assessment, filled with danger. In past years, cultivators have been seriously injured, or even..."

"A formation?"

Gu Sheng suddenly grew interested.

"What type of formation?"

"This..."

Liang Yu scratched his head.

"I do not know the specifics either. I only know that one must pass five smaller formations, testing combat strength, speed, comprehension, willpower, and physical body respectively. Apparently, only the ten fastest to pass can enter the third round."

Ling Xiao's eyes gleamed with excitement.

"Interesting."

Gu Sheng shot him a glare.

"Do not get carried away. Remember, we only need to perform a little better than ordinary cultivators.