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[Just One, Just Two, Mei Xin challenging Huangpu Yuan, Meng Zi, Lin Shuang!]
[Starts after three incense sticks burn down.]
Lin Shuang’s expression was complicated.
In a team, the disciple whose name is listed first doesn’t necessarily mean they have the highest cultivation; it simply indicates they entered the sect the earliest.
When the three team members have similar cultivation levels, the third member is likely the most dangerous.
She recalled the tall, straightforward woman she saw resting in Jingting earlier—her wavy long hair, her wild, bold style, and the two wild men standing by her sides. Lin Shuang raised her eyebrows slightly.
These three followed Mei Xin’s lead.
Thinking this, Lin Shuang opened the door to her resting cave dwelling.
Two spare Xiaoa talismans pushed the wheelchair carrying ‘half-crippled’ Huangpu Yuan and ‘exhausted’ Meng Zi forward.
“Senior.”
“We’d like to claim the reward from the previous challenge first.”
“…”
“…!”
Throughout the entire Jingting Rest Area on the 3,000th floor, the disciples hadn’t yet left and all fell silent.
Is she breaking through again?
“No, no, this time we really are just claiming the reward.”
Lin Shuang smiled modestly and nodded at everyone.
“Senior sister,” Zhao Keran immediately waved her arms and legs, stepping forward with Zhou Xuanwu and Chen Sixin from among the disciples, “The senior went to repair the arena that Brother Huangpu damaged.”
“Cough—”
Huangpu Yuan coughed heavily.
Lin Shuang paused for a moment.
She understood now.
She had learned it too.
Only now did she grasp why he had acted so exaggeratedly.
Only the weak cannot control their abilities properly.
It’s like a child getting an adult’s toy.
Use it once, and you cripple yourself—no real threat at all.
That was exactly Huangpu Yuan’s image now.
A frail, sickly waste of space with no combat ability—yet another waste who, after one outburst, had crippled himself for another twenty years.
To the outside world, he posed no real threat.
What a brilliant act.
Lin Shuang almost wanted to applaud him.
“It was all due to a moment of anger and recklessness on my part.”
Huangpu Yuan indeed spoke up.
A schemer never misses an opportunity to create another scheme.
Especially after such a devastating loss.
“Besides compensating five thousand spirit stones for the medicinal pills for Brother Yunhe, I will personally donate five hundred thousand spirit stones to the Zhenchuan Arena Floor to make up for the damage I caused to the Zhenchuan Trial Cave.”
The disciples were all astonished.
Meng Zi stared wide-eyed.
He instantly stopped the Xiaoa talisman pushing his wheelchair, “Brother Huangpu, why don’t you just cut me instead? Five thousand? Cut me! Come to my cave and cut me!”
Everyone gasped.
Huangpu Yuan smiled, “This is also a lesson for myself. I must not use such excessive force against my fellow disciples.”
Everyone’s faces were filled with admiration.
Lin Shuang lowered her head, her eyes flickering.
From now on, when people talk about this incident, the focus will shift.
The information that Huangpu Yuan fought a stronger opponent will be diluted by his generous spending and kindness toward his fellow disciples.
I see.
[Layer 2798: One-on-One Arena Match.]
[New Layer Owners: Huangpu Yuan, Meng Zi, Lin Shuang!]
Three beast heads actually appeared on the robes of the three people, slowly materializing from spiritual energy, starting from nothing.
The disciples: “!”
Zhao Keran: “!”
Is this what happens when you donate five hundred thousand spirit stones?
Exactly.
Brotherhood among peers √
Compensation for arena damage √
Reimbursement for sect medicinal pills √
All the obstacles preventing them from becoming layer owners were completely resolved with one generous gesture.
The disciples twitched their mouths.
Huangpu Yuan smiled, “Thank you, Senior, for your kindness, and thank you, fellow disciples, for your humility.”
“…”
Lin Shuang immediately had Xiaoa No. 2, the spare talisman, push him away.
“Let’s go, let’s go. It’s time for your medicine, Big Treasure.”
“…”
*
Chen Xingchuan, Yunhe, and Mu Wenchang had already received treatment for their injuries and were out of danger.
Now, they were merely drained of spiritual energy and emotionally scarred.
Supporting each other, they had already been waiting by the stone tablet on the rest floor.
They looked toward Lin Shuang and the others with complex expressions.
Chen Xingchuan took the lead, bitterly smiling as he shot his disciple badge forward.
“Do whatever you want.”
[Zhenchuan Internal Challenge: The winner may choose one of the following rewards.]
[1. Spirit Stones Are Yours: Randomly take the spirit stones the opponent has earned in Zhenchuan (1–9999).]
[2. Contribution, Will You Give It: Randomly obtain the opponent’s Zhenchuan contribution points (1–9999).]
[3. Lend Me Your Cultivation Technique: Randomly take one of the opponent’s cultivation techniques obtained in Zhenchuan (if none, the winner will be compensated with 1500 spirit stones).]
[4. Flip Through Your Storage Bag Again: Randomly take one of the opponent’s pills or other items obtained in Zhenchuan (if none, the winner will be compensated with 1500 spirit stones).]
[5. I Don’t Want Anything: Victory and defeat are common in battle. Why would I take their things? Perhaps you will gain their gratitude, perhaps not!]
Lin Shuang held her forehead.
This was the random cultivation technique Dongdao had chosen?
Zhenchuan was indeed quite interesting.
As she wandered through it, she seemed to keep finding entertainment and relaxation in strange places.
These past few days, she could even reduce the number of Pomodoro timers she used for her schedule.
“Hisss…”
Meng Zi’s eyes also lit up, and he immediately stood up from his chair!
“Let me think… don’t move yet…”
Huangpu Yuan glanced at it, not very interested, and remained seated.
“It’s so hard to decide. Spirit stones from 1–9999, the difference between the highest and lowest is too big.”
“Ah, if you choose cultivation techniques or other items, it might be too little. If you don’t draw anything, you only get 1500 spirit stones as compensation, which is way less than 9999.”
Meng Zi was clearly torn between choices.
Chen Xingchuan and the others smiled bitterly, “Junior brother, that’s also assuming we have them.”
At only the 3,000th floor, who could possibly have 9999 spirit stones?
“Us, of course.”
Meng Zi turned his head. They had already earned 20,000 spirit stones from catching thieves in the last round.
Chen Xingchuan immediately shut up.
Meng Zi, still conflicted, turned to Huangpu Yuan and Lin Shuang, “Which one should we choose? Do you two have any opinions?”
These two were both shrewd.
Meng Zi placed high hopes on them.
Huangpu Yuan didn’t respond, only lifting his eyelashes slightly, “They’re all the same.”
How could they be the same?
Meng Zi didn’t agree and looked at Lin Shuang.
Lin Shuang, indeed, took a moment during her rest to offer a useful suggestion.
“I think choosing a cultivation technique or other items is better, at least there’s a guaranteed 1500 spirit stones as a minimum.”
It wasn’t because she was cautious by nature.
But—
She looked at Meng Zi.
“Senior brother, the next match is coming soon. Choosing spirit stones with a range of 1–9999 could easily cause you extra emotional highs or lows.”
“I don’t mind.”
Upon hearing this, Meng Zi indeed shuddered.
Chen Xingchuan and the others nodded earnestly.
Exactly, Meng Zi had to keep his composure.
If he drew a ‘1’, he might go crazy before the fight even started.
Meng Zi helplessly pressed his forehead, “That makes sense. Then I’ll choose a cultivation technique?”
Huangpu Yuan remained silent.
Lin Shuang, however, flipped through the Excel tables of various layers and showed them to him.
On the honor roll, Chen Xingchuan had three layer titles and had cleared seven layers.
But there was no record of him passing anything like the Ten Thousand Scroll Library.
Meng Zi immediately understood and looked at Chen Xingchuan and the others, his fingers twitching with excitement, “Alright then, we’ll choose ‘Flip Through Your Storage Bag Again!'”
Randomly select one of the pills or other items the opponent had exchanged in the Zhenchuan Trial.
Chen Xingchuan and the others looked a bit stiff, but soon nodded.
Their disciple badges all floated into the air.
Meng Zi rubbed his hands together, seeing that Lin Shuang and Huangpu Yuan remained indifferent to the draw.
So he went ahead.
He reached into the air and grabbed straight toward Chen Xingchuan’s badge.
Chen Xingchuan’s expression froze.
“Senior brother, flip through again for me…”
As the words left his mouth, three books fell into his hands.
Meng Zi’s face lit up with wild joy.
Drawing one and getting three!
Lin Shuang and Huangpu Yuan also looked over with interest.
They were a set of books.
“Senior brother, did you exchange these when you came out from the 2,000th floor?”
Yunhe, standing beside him, asked anxiously.
Chen Xingchuan smiled bitterly and waved his hand, turning to leave.
Meng Zi was ecstatic, “No wonder it’s me. I knew it, I’ve never failed when it comes to spirit stones. This must be something exchanged from the 2,000th floor.”
After all, Huangpu Yuan had exchanged a ‘Disciple of the Sect Leader’s Words’ at the 800th floor for 500 spirit stones.
At the 2,000th floor, three books as a set, at minimum they should be worth at least 2,000 to 4,000 spirit stones.
Not a loss.
Meng Zi was delighted and flipped the books over to check the covers.
But the moment he saw the title, his shoulders stiffened.
—《How to Get Rid of Being a Thousand-Year Single Dog, Volumes 1–3》
Meng Zi: “…”
Huangpu Yuan: “…”
Victim of the dog clan’s reputation.
Lin Shuang coughed lightly, stopping Meng Zi just as he was about to angrily throw the books to the ground in anger.
She showed him the amount listed on the exchange stone tablet.
《How to Get Rid of Being a Single Dog, Volumes 1–3》 (Exchangeable at Zhenchuan 2000th Floor) 6000 Spirit Stones
“What? Haha! What a great deal!”
Meng Zi burst out laughing.
“This ridiculous book is actually worth this much?”
Huangpu Yuan’s face darkened. Why wasn’t it “Cat farts”?
Curious, Lin Shuang borrowed the book from Meng Zi and flipped it open.
Volume 1: Comprehensive Analysis of Single Outer Disciples from the Twelve Sects in Donghua Realm – 1000 Spirit Stones
Volume 2: Comprehensive Analysis of Single Inner Disciples from the Twelve Sects in Donghua Realm – 2500 Spirit Stones
Volume 3: …Comprehensive Analysis of Single Demon Clans – 2500 Spirit Stones
Lin Shuang opened the second volume and looked at the table of contents.
[You can use your fingertip to condense spiritual energy and write the name of the disciple you wish to look up.]
[Note: You may only query three times a day. Excess leads to harm.]
…Harm?
What kind of book was this?
Lin Shuang’s face turned complicated, as if she had opened a romance novel.
Meng Zi really wanted to input his own name and see how the book described him.
Huangpu Yuan also looked a bit eager.
But Lin Shuang acted first, carefully writing two characters: Mei Xin.
Meng Zi and Huangpu Yuan immediately became serious, abandoning their playful expressions.
Mei Xin was the inner sect female disciple who would soon challenge them.
“Oh, you don’t need to check this. You can ask me. This senior sister is also on the patrol team.”
Meng Zi shook his head, implying that Lin Shuang had wasted a query.
“She has half-demon bloodline, her artifact is an erhu. She’s skilled in seductive melodies and is very formidable. Before you know it, you’ll have already lost.”
“Her spiritual sense has probably reached the sixth stage of Condensing Essence. In the upcoming match, we must strike swiftly and not give her the chance to play even a single melody.”
Huangpu Yuan’s phoenix eyes flickered.
Lin Shuang raised her eyebrows.
Soon, the book in her hand flipped through the pages.
It flipped through about half the book before landing on the right page.
[Mei Xin, half-demon, the offspring of the legendary water clan snail gentleman and a mighty female general.]
“…”
[One day, the kind snail gentleman was released by the female general. To repay her kindness, he secretly came ashore to cook and wash clothes for her.]
Lin Shuang opened her mouth.
Their daughter, Mei Xin, at the fourth stage of Ningyuan (as of the last publication date), was ranked 100th on Donghua Realm’s Low-Level Ningyuan Potential List, and is expected to enter Lianshen within a hundred years.
[She is extremely talented, inheriting her mother’s military leadership wisdom and her snail demon heritage’s melodious voice.]
[She is not an easy target for just any male cultivator to court.]
[Signature move: A perfect combination of her melodious voice and sorrowful erhu playing, capable of attacking a cultivator’s spiritual sense beyond their level. Especially effective against lonely cultivators missing a snail demon to cook and wash for them, causing double damage!]
[Only when you fall asleep and dream will the snail demon come ashore to do things for you secretly.]
[But she has a little secret…]
Unexpectedly, this straightforward senior sister wielded hypnotic techniques.
Lin Shuang thought the book was more interesting than a novel and flipped through the pages quickly.
Meng Zi stretched his neck, also engrossed in reading.
Huangpu Yuan’s phoenix eyes fixed on the secret section, his gaze filled with caution.
But when he flipped the page.
[Please imprint your spiritual sense here to share and recommend this book to your friends, senior and junior brothers and sisters.]
[Thank you for supporting the official version!]
[The “Disciple Secrets” section is still being written with great effort by the author. Unfinished (It cost a lot of spirit stones to obtain their secrets through authorization).]
[When the third set sells 100,000 copies, the author will release the fourth set of “Deep Dive into the Ningyuan-Level Potential Disciples”—also known as “Yes, Yes, Your Future Spouse is Definitely in This Book!”]
“…”
“!”
“…”
Lin Shuang closed the book, and suddenly a small snail fell from the tiny interspatial pocket within the book.
[A small gift from the Mei Xin section.]
[This is just an ordinary snail from the mortal world. But perhaps Mei Xin will give you a second glance if she sees you wearing it on your waist~]
Lin Shuang took a deep breath and entered Gangyi and Gang’er’s names.
[Gangyi and Gang’er: No information available.]
The three of them: “!”
[They already have partners.]
[There are plenty of handsome men out there. Leave the married ones alone.]
[Junior sister, give up.]
Lin Shuang’s expression changed. She turned to the front page.
There, on the cover, was a large author’s name—Brother Anonymous from the Baihua Sect.
Huangpu Yuan’s cautious gaze in his phoenix eyes instantly dispersed, while Meng Zi seemed a bit reluctant as he took the book back into his hands.
“So, should we wait until the fourth set comes out and sell them together?”
“Will they appreciate in value by then?”
[Just One, Just Two… the challenge is about to begin.]
[Only one incense stick of time remains.]
Meng Zi’s words stopped abruptly as he slapped back into his wheelchair.
The time was too short. The spiritual energy he had expended from spending 100,000 spirit stones hadn’t even recovered yet.
Huangpu Yuan looked at his still-numb right arm.
Lin Shuang had just finished sword practice with all 98 of her dantians, and they were already aching. She frowned, debating whether to buy some expensive pills to coax them into working again.
Then a cheerful voice came from behind.
“This time, let’s do a team battle.”
It was Mei Xin.
Lin Shuang turned around and saw the tall snail girl standing behind her, flanked by two tall, bearded young men.
Mei Xin looked very heroic, probably inheriting the general’s bloodline.
But her voice, when she spoke, was full of twists and turns, as if filled with endless, melodious echoes.
So pleasant to hear that people couldn’t bear to refuse her.
She smiled at Lin Shuang, her gaze quickly glancing over Meng Zi and the other two.
“After your last battle, you must be exhausted.”
Lin Shuang moved her hand away from her dantian and put on a quick-absorption mist mask to take a breath.
Meng Zi tightly gripped the hilt of his sword.
Huangpu Yuan sat silently on his wheelchair, pulling out defensive magical treasures one by one.
Mei Xin: “…”
As he was about to take out the twelfth item, Mei Xin’s eyebrow twitched. She hurried forward and spoke.
“If I were to challenge you while you’re weakened, even if today I and Gang Yi, Gang Er win, we would still carry the regret of having won unjustly.”
Her voice sounded noble and straightforward, yet echoed strangely.
All the disciples surrounding the tea table instantly heard her words.
In an instant, everyone’s expressions changed. Even those who had previously lost to Lin Shuang and her group from the northwest couldn’t help but nod in agreement at this moment.
They were still beneath the 3,000 layers of Zhenchuan. Within the entire sect, they were merely at the initial stage of Condensing Yuan. Ahead of them stretched a long cultivation path, including Refining Spirit, Entering Emptiness, Transcending Tribulation, and Ascending to Immortality…
If they won unjustly today, their Dao heart would be flawed, casting a shadow over their future cultivation journey, essentially tripping themselves up.
Not to mention, Mei Xin was a disciple on the Ning Yuan potential ranking list, destined to reach Lianshen within a century.
“I choose team combat, and I’ve already informed the elders.”
Mei Xin smiled toward Lin Shuang and the other two.
“For this round, let’s compete in synchronization.”
Lin Shuang opened her eyes and slightly trembled her hand.
Meng Zi, holding the sword, nearly poked Huangpu Yuan.
The defensive magical treasure in Huangpu Yuan’s hand dropped to the ground.
Synchronization—did they even possess such a thing?
“Actually, Senior Mei, I wanted to fight you more.”
“??”
“Eh, no, I meant I wanted to fight you three more.”
“…”
Lin Shuang, with a look of despair, stepped into the transmission formation, pushing Meng Zi and Huangpu Yuan’s wheelchairs.
It’s over.
Everything is ruined!
Zhao Keran inhaled deeply, her sword seals filled with anxiety as her hands and feet moved.
[Zhenchuan 3000: You’ve finally arrived.]
All the disciples watching the projection immediately perked up.
[Zhenchuan 3000, I only take one sip from you, a necessary trial for disciples beneath the 3,000 layers.]
[After passing, you can ascend to layers 3,000 to 6,000!]
[Due to the challenge involved, the content has been adjusted to team combat, and the projection permissions have been opened to all disciples within Zhenchuan.]
[Each viewing costs 100 spirit stones per incense stick, and text projection costs 1 spirit stone per 5 characters.]
In an instant, Lin Shuang and the other three appeared on the projection screen.
The moment Lin Shuang saw the text, she quickly calculated mentally.
3,000 layers, divided by nine leaves a remainder of three.
Remainder three—this year’s challenge must be a speed test!
[You’ve finally arrived: I have been waiting for you here for a long time.]
Accompanied by a sigh, Lin Shuang already saw a familiar scene.
Five similar thatched huts, the same distant high mountains, and from the innermost hut, an old man rushing out in haste, almost tripping.
Lijiavillage!
Lin Shuang was stunned.
Meng Zi covered his face, and Huangpu Yuan wore a half-smile.
“Immortal cultivators, three immortal cultivators, you’ve finally arrived.”
Old Li ran out, holding three large red cloth-wrapped bundles.
“Uncle Li, your dog—no, your Fangfang is being forced into marriage again?” Meng Zi looked puzzled.
Old Li didn’t feel touched this time at being called young.
Instead, he looked strange.
“Immortal cultivator, you even calculated events from ten years ago? You’re truly amazing.”
Lin Shuang and the others were stunned.
Had the Lijiavillage scenario already been ten years ago?
Indeed, the last time was at layer 1,700, and now they were at layer 3,000.
“Fangfang already has a granddaughter,” Old Li said joyfully.
But soon, his aged face twitched, reverting to his anxious, frantic state.
“Immortal cultivators, this time it’s really bad. Our ancestral shrine’s spring, which hasn’t flowed for a century, has finally started bubbling.
But that damned Wangjiavillage summoned three immortals overnight, claiming the spring belongs to them!”
How familiar these lines were.
Lijiavillage plus the struggle over the spring—wasn’t this exactly the current relationship between Shanhai Sect and Qingshui Sect?
The elder who set the questions was quite lazy, barely modifying the copies, even reusing real-life events.
Lin Shuang clicked her tongue.
“Immortal cultivators, we can’t let the spring go. Many children in our village now want to cultivate.”
Meng Zi’s eyes flickered, “Are they coming openly to seize it?”
Old Li shook his head, “Our two villages are connected. If we really fight, the wheat fields will be trampled, houses damaged, children injured, affecting our villages’ livelihoods for the next ten to a hundred years.”
“Wangjiavillage isn’t that foolish either, so we negotiated. We set up a hundred-step path beside the spring.”
“Our village and theirs will start from their respective ends, whoever reaches the spring first will gain the spring for the next ten years.”
Sure enough, this layer’s remainder three meant the challenge tested speed.
Lin Shuang pressed her forehead.
But as the layers increased, it was like progressing from elementary to high school.
The questions were no longer focused on a single point but centered around one main point while incorporating three or four other points.
For example, this question: a hundred-step path, whoever reaches the spring first.
Primarily testing speed, rapid movement was the primary ability.
But while moving rapidly, one could also attack the opponent.
This also tested minor points like attack and defense.
If one were a formation master, talisman master, or alchemist, they could use their respective methods.
This had already become a comprehensive application question on speed!
After deducing this, Lin Shuang felt inexplicably safe.
With the key points mastered, one feared nothing wherever they went.
How wrong.
The next moment, Old Li worriedly said, “Two days ago, we negotiated with Wangjiavillage. This time, it’s a total of three rounds.”
“Each win allows you to advance first.”
Lin Shuang and the others instantly understood.
This must be the detailed rule change caused by Mei Xin entering the round.
“Our two sides take turns setting the questions, but the shameless Wangjiavillage proposed the first round should test synchronization!”
Lin Shuang’s temple twitched.
Meng Zi and Huangpu Yuan closed their eyes.
“Testing synchronization, they actually thought of that!”
Old Li almost slapped his thigh raw, “How can we ordinary people compete with them? Immortal cultivators can calculate and even transmit voice!”
“So I invited you three immortals overnight, it’s all up to you!”
[Zhenchuan 3000: Lijiavillage and Wangjiavillage have long been in conflict, deciding to compete on who reaches the spring first.]
[Rules:
1. A total of three matches (both sides take turns setting questions; due to Mei Xin’s highest ranking among inner disciples, she gains the right to set the first round’s question)
2. Each win allows a three-second sprint toward the spring. The loser cannot move for three seconds.
3. The side reaching the spring first passes.]
[The winning team ascends to layer 3,000, considered successful.
The losing team drops to layer 300, considered defeated.]
In an instant, Lin Shuang noticed the scene of the thatched huts before her changing.
They were on a muddy path.
On both sides were wheat fields, and ahead, a red silk-decorated stone well spring appeared at the far end of their sight.
Though called a hundred steps apart, it was more than that.
Meng Zi looked around, “Even sprinting on a speed-enhancing table, it might take me five or six seconds.”
At this speed, they must win at least two out of three matches.
One victory only allowed moving forward for three seconds.
Got the key point.
Lin Shuang understood.
[First round (set by Mei Xin): Synchronization test.]
[Note: This round consists of ten questions.]
[The side answering more questions correctly wins. If both sides have the same number, both advance three seconds toward the spring.]
[Each question allows ten seconds for answering.
If all three answer the same within the time limit, it counts as correct, proceeding to the next question.
If their answers differ, the three can still discuss but if they exceed ten seconds and still conflict, this question is failed.]
Lin Shuang sighed in relief.
“At least we can discuss,” Meng Zi, sword on shoulder, felt saved.
At least the three of them hadn’t quarreled much.
Passing through so many layers of Zhenchuan, they had been relatively smooth, rarely disagreeing, never splitting up.
Huangpu Yuan nodded.
[Didn’t expect Zhenchuan to have such a test…]
[Right, so can I set a question, like composing poetry? Layer 3,000 seems easier than I thought!]
[Yes, if I coordinate with someone, this round could be simple, like reciting a heart technique? Isn’t that a sure win for the opponent?]
[?? Why is the projection suddenly filled with so many foolish comments? Did some elder’s intelligent beast pet enter?]
[…Are these juniors from beneath layer 3,000?]
[…Hello seniors, it’s us. This match is visible to the entire Zhenchuan.]
[Foolish, no wonder you lost to an outer disciple! Qingshui Sect will be in danger in a hundred years!]
[…Please seniors instruct us, why do you say that?]
[Do you even know why Zhenchuan trials allow three people to enter together? You don’t understand the trial’s purpose at all, no wonder you couldn’t reach layer 3,000!]
[!]
[Three people entering together, complementing each other’s techniques, covering weaknesses. A team with good synchronization can surpass ten solo fighters!]
[Oh, seniors ahead, don’t rush. Explain properly to the juniors.
Clearly, they lack personal guidance from an elder. Look, many Qingshui Sect missions outside require at least three people. Even Donghua Sect’s inner and outer sect duels have team battles.
Why?
Because cultivators exploring secret realms, ancient ruins, or battling evil cultivators and demonic cultivators cannot rely solely on individual strength!
[Let me put it this way. Zhenchuan allows three people to enter once every ten years.
The seniors who reached layer 9,000 at least entered six times. Sixty years, three people entering and exiting together, synchronization growing each time. Haven’t you heard of their ‘brotherly’ legends?]
[Even if Lianshen seniors are mysterious, always in retreat.
You must have heard of the Ten Disciples of Dao Mountain? Ten disciples with different techniques, deep bonds, rotating in groups of three entering and exiting Zhenchuan!]
[In the future, when you face life-threatening crises, you’ll understand.
Remember, in danger, besides yourself, the disciples beside you can save you!]
[What the previous said is correct. Thus, synchronization is an important aspect in team battles, allowed within Zhenchuan’s question-setting scope.
As for composing poetry, do it with your lover at home!]
[Those who don’t understand will never reach layer 6,000. I’ll leave my words here.]
The projection text scrolled rapidly.
In the rest caves beneath layers 6,000 and 3,000, most disciples’ faces changed.
Zhao Keran, watching the projection, suddenly understood.
“I get it.”
Everyone looked at her.
She understood again?
“Senior sister wrote it long ago in the fastest learning notes.”
“??”
“One person’s strength is fragile. United we stand, can turn the tide, efficiency is king.”
Three people walking together means unity!
Zhao Keran suddenly realized, gazing emotionally at Lin Shuang on the projection, “So senior sister already told me the method to pass layer 3,000!”
Everyone: “…”
Wake up, this synchronization test was set by Mei Xin!
“Ah, so Dao Mountain’s ten disciples have been together… for many years.”
“Ah, I see why some seniors entered Zhenchuan ten years ago and again ten years later!”
Same strength.
The team with better synchronization naturally surpasses those with poor synchronization.
In Zhenchuan’s team battles, only one team can ascend when two meet.
Watching the projection, the lower-level disciples of Qingshui Sect instantly felt they had pierced through some veil.
Their Dao hearts became more focused.
Yet, looking at Lin Shuang and the others on the projection, they felt sympathy.
“Mei Xin and Gang Yi, Gang Er seem to have entered the sect in the same year.”
“They entered Zhenchuan together ten years ago, completing at least a hundred missions together in the past decade.”
“Lin Shuang and Meng Zi…”
The disciple fell silent, especially seeing the three on the projection already preparing to discuss before starting.
Felt speechless.
One outer disciple, two inner disciples.
All newly acquainted this time.
“No worries, believe in senior sister!”
Zhao Keran confidently performed sword seals with both hands, feet rubbing the ground nervously.
Everyone: “…”
“Senior sister has a good temper, she’s very approachable.”
“Senior Meng and Senior Huangpu have decent tempers too.”
Zhao Keran felt it was fine, “Synchronization can be cultivated.”
The next moment, the projection sounded the old man’s voice announcing the synchronization test’s start.
Instantly, a water vortex slowly appeared before the three on the projection.
From the vortex, a pink-robed woman emerged, standing with hands behind her back.
Old Li immediately kowtowed, “Heavenly Immortal, you’ve arrived! Please decide our two villages’ dispute over the spring!”
Lin Shuang: “…”
An elder… actually presided over the team battle in such a manner.
Huangpu Yuan’s eyes showed contemplation.
The pink-robed woman nodded toward them, hands behind her back.
“The first synchronization question, please listen carefully.”
The three perked their ears.
But instantly, the pink-robed woman’s ageless cat-like eyes revealed a trace of complexity.
Her snow-white finger reached into her right sleeve.
She pulled out a jade bottle sealed with red clay.
With a wave of her right hand, before Lin Shuang and the others, all three suddenly bent over, clutching their stomachs in excruciating pain!
“One day, while on a Qingshui Sect mission, you mistakenly entered the Poison Valley, poisoned severely. But now you’ve found only one antidote.”
The pink-robed elder said emotionlessly, pouring out a red pill from the jade bottle, showing it in her palm.
She shook the bottle heartlessly.
Proving there wasn’t a single drop left inside.
“Decide who among you will take this sole antidote.”
“Ten seconds, nine, eight…”
Lin Shuang: “!”
Meng Zi: “!”
Huangpu Yuan: “…”
[…It’s over.]
[Hehe.]
[Laughing, juniors, study well. The cultivation path is long.]
[End of translation]
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