Chapter 543

Chapter 543: Too Many Debts To Worry About
“Ah! Dong Fang Yue, you will die a terrible death -”

The last body formed by the Clone Technique was swallowed by the pitch black seawater, and the shrill scream was cut off.

Bei Ming Yan and Nan Gong Jie looked at each other in shock.

Dong Fang Yue bit her lower lip and shook her head in a panic as she said: “No, I didn’t mean to. I didn’t want to hurt him…”

As she spoke, she staggered backward helplessly.

Seeing that she was about to step into thin air and fall into the Dead Sea, Bei Ming Yan reacted fast and grabbed her, pulling her back.

Bei Ming Yan held her steady and said softly: “Xiao Yue, this is not your fault. It was Dongfang Yu who attacked first. You were only protecting yourself.”

Nan Gong Jie nodded and added: “That’s right, Dongfang Yu got what he deserved!”

Yes, the one who had just fallen into the Dead Sea was Dong Fang Yue’s clansman, Dongfang Yu.

He had quietly approached while Dong Fang Yue and the other two were focused on their Divinatory Calculation cultivation technique, intending to sneak attack them, but Dong Fang Yue sensed him in time.

Her startled cry woke Nan Gong Jie and Bei Ming Yan.

The three of them joined forces to fight back, and Dongfang Yu of course could not withstand it.

Dong Fang Yue’s final wave of attacks happened to become the last straw that broke the camel’s back.

The boat sank, and Dongfang Yu died.

Bei Ming Yan and Nan Gong Jie both felt that Dongfang Yu had only reaped what he himself had sown.

But Dong Fang Yue’s heart was filled only with endless regret and confusion.

She did not even dare to look up. The moment her eyes met the sky, she would remember that everything she had done during the trial would be seen by people outside.

When the Patriarch and the elders saw that she had killed Dongfang Yu, they would surely be furious, and the punishment waiting for her would definitely be the harshest kind.

Bei Ming Yan squeezed her hand and said: “Xiao Yue, don’t be afraid. Nan Gong Jie and I will testify for you.”

Nan Gong Jie also said firmly: “Right, Dong Fang Yue, think about it. If you hadn’t reacted quickly just now, the ones who would be dead would be us.”

Their words greatly soothed Dong Fang Yue’s tightly strung nerves.

She raised her head and glanced up at the sky, her lips moving silently for a moment before she quickly lowered her head again.

Their fight just now had also alarmed the nearby cultivators.

When the others saw Dong Fang Yue kill someone yet suffer no punishment at all, their thoughts suddenly became active.

During the first trial, a cultivator had tried to attack another examinee and had been struck by Heavenly Lightning Punishment and eliminated on the spot.

Everyone had subconsciously taken it for granted that they could not attack their competitors during the trials.

Dong Fang Yue’s actions shattered that invisible shackle around them.

If there was a way to increase their own chances of success, why shouldn’t they use it?

The previously calm Dead Sea soon became utterly chaotic.

A few days later.

When they heard Master Da Wei announce that the second trial was over, Yu Zhao was greatly shocked.

More than three hundred cultivators had passed the first trial, but by the end of the second trial, fewer than a hundred remained.

The rest had all died in that ominous Dead Sea.

What a terrifying elimination rate.

Zi Zai pressed his palms together, his eyelids lowered as he silently chanted: “Namo Amitabha Buddha, datha gado ye, dodi ye ta…”

The others’ faces were also solemn.

Only Master Da Wei was completely unfazed. He laughed loudly and said: “You people did a bit better than I expected. You barely look like something. But if you think that passing the second trial means you can relax, you are very, very wrong.”

His lazy, casual tone sounded like a warning bell in the ears of Yu Zhao and the others.

He went on: “But you should be glad that this Third Trial is also the last one. As long as you pass it, you can become people above people in the Great World and enjoy the best resources!”

He gave everyone a meaningful look, then waved his sleeve. A huge scroll slowly unfurled in front of their eyes.

On the scroll were countless islands floating in midair.

Master Da Wei pointed and said: “Inside this scroll is a Small World. There are ninety nine immortal mountains there, but only eighteen of them are real. The rest are illusions. After you enter the Small World, each of you will choose one immortal mountain and leave a Divine Sense Mark on it. If you choose correctly, you will be considered to have passed the trial. If you fail, you will be eliminated. Do you understand?”

Everyone’s expression tightened.

Out of ninety nine immortal mountains, only eighteen were real. That meant only eighteen people would pass in the end. With nearly an eighty percent elimination rate, this would be a fierce competition.

Du Wu Xiang clenched his fists, trying hard to suppress the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

He cultivated Illusion Art, so he naturally had more of an edge than others when it came to telling real from fake.

But when his gaze swept over the crowd and landed on Yu Zhao standing at the very front, the smile on his lips turned a bit bitter.

Yu Zhao’s skill in Illusion Art far surpassed his. Her chances of winning were only greater than his, not less.

Ye Cong Xin listened to Master Da Wei’s words, her eyes burning with anger. She almost ground her silver teeth to pieces.

If she did not know for sure that Yu Zhao could not possibly have any secret ties to people from the Great World, she would really think that this final test was a back door specially made for Yu Zhao.

How could things be so “coincidental” that the last trial just happened to match Yu Zhao’s strongest field, the Illusion Dao!

She cursed silently in her heart: [Does the Heavenly Dao favor her so much that it will not even give anyone else a chance at fair competition?]

Feng Jiu Si, Jin Yuan, and the others were thinking almost the exact same thing.

They really could not understand how Yu Zhao, who had ascended from the Lesser Thousand World, could have such heaven defying luck.

A voice suddenly spoke up: “Senior, in the Small World, can cultivators attack each other to seize the ownership of an immortal mountain?”

Master Da Wei frowned slightly. He had originally wanted to scold the one who asked.

But when he turned his head and saw the other’s bright red hair, he swallowed his words and said instead: “You are allowed to attack each other. But once a Divine Sense Mark falls on an immortal mountain, it cannot be changed.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere on the scene shifted in a subtle way.

Countless gazes, full of malice, turned and fixed themselves on Yu Zhao.

Yu Zhao calmly followed those gazes one by one.

Ye Cong Xin, Feng Jiu Si, Jin Yuan… and Nan Gong Yin.

Very good. She had offended so many people that she could not even count them on both hands.

Yu Zhao had felt a bit uneasy before, but now she actually calmed down.

[When you owe too many debts, you stop worrying.]

These people would probably start fighting amongst themselves before they even had a chance to make a move on her.

Her situation was not nearly as dangerous as it looked.

However, that did not mean she could relax her guard.

The Third Trial was the final barrier she had to pass to enter the Great World.

She would never allow herself to fall here.

Master Da Wei took in the situation all around him, a dark glint flashing through his eyes.

He had just said that Yu Zhao was too proud, and that it was not a good thing. Now, in his eyes, it seemed to be coming true.

Bored as he had been, he suddenly became interested in the outcome of this Third Trial.

He waved his hand and said: “The trial begins. Enter the scroll in the order you cleared the last round.”

Under a crowd of burning gazes, Yu Zhao was the first to fly into the scroll.

The instant she entered, she felt countless streams of spirit power rushing wildly into her body.

In the next moment, she felt herself standing in a sea of cloud and mist.

Without thinking, she flashed away from where she had just been standing.

Boom!

A streak of spiritual light crashed down.