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Chapter 53: "A man who fears not death will eventually meet it."
Chapter 53: "A man who fears not death will eventually meet it."
"You beast!!!"
At the same time, in a certain courtyard in Fufeng City, a middle-aged man stood with a furious expression, holding a knife and pointing it at a young man kneeling before him, drenched in blood. "What? If I don't pass on the family head position to you, are you going to kill your own father?"
"How could you be so heartless, even to your own father!"
"You lied to me, all of you lied to me!"
The young man, covered in blood, had already fallen into despair. The family thugs he had been courting during this time were all lying in pools of blood, and he himself was at his last breath.
His greatest source of confidence was his Demon Cultivation master.
His master had told him to act as he pleased, and he was in Fufeng City. As long as he contacted him through a Telecommunication Talisman, within a hundred breaths, his master would arrive.
This was his assurance.
But thousands of breaths had passed, almost reaching ten thousand, and his Demon Cultivation master hadn't even shown a shadow. There was no response from the Telecommunication Talisman, and he didn't know where his master had gone!
A surge of resentment welled up in the young man's heart.
"Ah!!!"
In his despair, the young man forcefully propped himself up with the tip of his knife, struggling to stand unsteadily. With a hideous expression, he pointed the knife at his own father, "You old beast, at your age, you can't even control your lower body. What right do you have to educate me?!"
"Those who achieve greatness will never be swayed by a woman."
"Especially a woman who has been trampled by thousands."
"I may die, but I won't accept this!"
As his words fell, he still looked at the wall of the courtyard with some reluctance, hoping to see his master, dressed in a red robe with long hair, who was usually strict but also held a hint of expectation and kindness towards him. He wanted his master to stand up for him, but after waiting for several breaths, there was still no sign of his master.
"Forget it."
The young man gave a bitter laugh, looking at his father not far away, "Don't worry, you won't live much longer either. I'll be waiting for you below."
Without hesitation, he placed the blade against his own neck and stabbed forcefully.
His eyes gradually grew hazy, and his body softened, leaning back and slamming heavily onto the ground.
"Bang."
As the middle-aged man watched his son die before him, his anger turned to pain. A complex emotion flashed in his eyes, and he sheathed his blade, striding towards his son's body to prepare for burial.
But just as he approached, the young man on the ground suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes flashing with determination. He tightly gripped the blade and stabbed it into his father's neck without hesitation, twisting it vigorously. Soon, a fist-sized hole appeared in his father's neck.
"Huff."
The young man slowly stood up, taking out a handkerchief from his pocket and pressing it against his neck to stop the bleeding. After taking a few healing pills, he glanced at his father lying in a pool of blood and stabbed him several more times.
Only then did he look up at the beautiful woman standing not far away, her legs trembling in fear. He smiled at her, "Second Sister."
"You look a little scared."
"Don't be afraid. Remember, from today onwards, I no longer bear the Chen surname."
"My name is Qi Tian."
"Crawl over here on your knees, and I'll spare your life."
The beautiful woman, standing not far away, bit her lip, forcing down her fear. With great humiliation, she slowly knelt on the ground and crawled towards Qi Tian, who was standing in the center of the courtyard, her body trembling.
"Good girl."
Qi Tian gently stroked the head of the woman kneeling before him, his fingers entering her mouth, and he roughly stirred her tongue for half a day. Then, grabbing her hair, he twisted her head back and muttered, "Within three years, I want everyone within a thousand li of Fufeng City to know my name, Qi Tian."
"In life, one must either leave a legacy that lasts a thousand years or a stench that lasts ten thousand. One must choose."
"What do you think, Second Sister?"
"One step, two steps..."
At the same time, in the second gate of the Celestial Path Secret Realm, within the Alchemy Hall, Chen Qiu's face was filled with difficulty as he slowly moved step by step. The difficulty of this second gate was even greater than he had imagined; he could even feel his bones creaking, as if they were about to fall apart.
Every step was incredibly challenging.
Moreover, there was no room for shortcuts in this trial. Each person faced a unique gravity that differed from others, precisely exceeding their tolerance range. One had to surpass their limits within their endurance to pass this second trial.
This trial tested one's perseverance and resilience.
Just then—
Chen Qiu noticed that the Fat Dragon, not far away, was moving incredibly fast and had almost reached the center of the Alchemy Hall, where the alchemy furnace was located. He saw the Fat Dragon crouching on the ground, like a maggot, using his hands, feet, and belly to wriggle forward.
Although the movement looked extremely awkward, his speed was not slow at all.
Seeing this, others around him followed suit, crawling on the ground like maggots, wriggling towards the central alchemy furnace. In no time, only Chen Qiu and a few others remained standing in the Alchemy Hall.
". "
After a brief silence, Chen Qiu decided not to imitate their method and continued walking slowly, one step at a time, towards the alchemy furnace. He believed he could endure it, and if he couldn't, he would resort to their method later.
After all, there was no time limit for this trial, and a slightly slower pace wouldn't be a problem.
His resilience was indeed commendable.
After all, he was the one who had chopped firewood for twenty-nine consecutive days without a single day off. But even so, when he was just a few dozen feet away from the alchemy furnace, he felt like he couldn't take another step.
He felt as if a mountain was pressing down on his back, making it almost impossible to straighten up.
Chen Qiu sighed softly and finally had to accept that he couldn't reach the alchemy furnace. However, he suddenly thought of a clever idea.
With a casual wave of his hand, nearly a hundred Human-faced Spiders appeared around him. The spiders spun silk threads, connecting themselves to each other, forming a chain of power. Chen Qiu stood on the back of this giant Human-faced Spider, and as the spiders moved, he slowly advanced towards the alchemy furnace.
Although the speed was still slow, it was much faster than his walking pace.
The gravity also affected the Human-faced Spiders, and occasionally, some would explode and die. But Chen Qiu had an abundant supply of these spiders, and he could easily replace them. In this way, he even reached the alchemy furnace faster than the Fat Dragon.
The panel, shrouded in mist, slowly emerged before him.
"Second Trial: Brave Cuts, Cleared."
"Congratulations on becoming an Outer Sect Disciple of the Mock Heaven Sect. This trial tests the disciple's resilience when facing adversity, and there are two ways to pass."
"1: Stand Tall, Never Kneel. Rely solely on resilience and possess the talent for sword cultivation."
"2: Crawl Forward, Active Mind. Suitable for those who wish to specialize in alchemy, formation arrays, or artifact crafting."
"Reward for passing this trial: Three Medium Grade Foundation Building Qi Pills, which can quickly replenish your spirit energy. The Martial Arena, located a hundred zhang away, is the third trial."
"Outer Sect Disciple?"
Chen Qiu narrowed his eyes slightly, deep in thought, as he considered the implications. If he passed the fourth trial, he would become an Inner Sect Disciple. The Celestial Path Secret Realm mentioned having seven trials in total, so would passing all of them make him the Sect Master of the Mock Heaven Sect?
Moreover, the standards of this ancient sect for selecting disciples seemed rather low. If the trials were all at this level, wouldn't the Mock Heaven Sect have countless Outer Sect Disciples?
"Tsk."
The Fat Dragon, who had also passed the trial and stood by Chen Qiu's side, looked at the panel and couldn't help but scoff. "Now I understand why the Mock Heaven Sect perished. It's because they insisted on never kneeling."
"If a person isn't afraid to die, they will eventually face death."
"That's the truth."
"I've always said that if someone firmly believes they will become a powerful ruler, they won't feel humiliated by kneeling yesterday. Their thinking is inflexible, and they insist on never kneeling. No wonder the sect perished."
"Can't all sword cultivators be so stubborn?"
". "
Chen Qiu glanced calmly at the Fat Dragon beside him. "Since we met, you've said that exact sentence three times now."
"Really?"
"Yes."
(End of Chapter)
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