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The large green stone gate slowly opens, and a gentle breeze blows in, as if welcoming the victorious return.
On either side of the gate are two huge emerald green stone pillars, carved with intricate patterns, exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.
Xuan Xiaowei is dressed in a light green battle robe embroidered with emerald phoenixes, and she wears the unique purple Daoist robe of the Pure Moon Sect over it.
Her ears caught the heavy sound of the stone gate, and her heart shook as if awakening from a long nightmare.
Although the trial only lasted for ten days, every moment in that perilous situation felt extremely oppressive.
When the stone door was finally fully opened, Xuan Xiaowei's tense feeling in her heart finally eased a bit. The ground was covered with stone fragments and old weapons, shining brightly in the pale light, as if recounting the glory and sorrow of past trial participants.
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XuanYuan ZhanYue took the first step, with Liu Xinling closely following, carrying a deep gaze and imperceptible fatigue.
Liu Xinling wore a purple Daoist robe unique to the Pure Moon Sect, with a crimson dress underneath. She held a sword adorned with rubies, exuding elegance and pride.
Accompanying her were Xuan Xiaowei, Bai Cang, Shen Xiaozi, Sitou Lian, and over ten female disciples of the Pure Moon Sect who emerged one after another. Bai Cang had particularly sharp eyes, like a fierce beast ready to pounce at any moment.
Shen Xiaozi frowned slightly, as if pondering something, holding a small Tiger demon in her arms, while Sitou Lian wore a cold expression.
"Phew—" XuanYuan ZhanYue slowly exhaled, his lips curling up into a weary but content smile. His gaze was sharp, seemingly quite satisfied with the outcome of this trial.
"This time has passed, it's truly a new beginning, be mentally prepared." He broke the silence, his tone unusually relaxed.
Bai Cang turned around, his gaze sharp as he stared at XuanYuan ZhanYue, his brows furrowed. "Over a hundred people came in, but only this many came out alive. Is it like this every time?"
XuanYuan ZhanYue My heart tightened slightly, nodded, "Yes, this is the cruelty of the trial, but it is also the price of growth."
Shen Xiaozi Embracing the small Tiger demon in her hand, she sighed softly, "The rules here always make people feel like it's either advance or retreat. Is this our destiny?"
Sitou Lian stood aside and interjected expressionlessly, "Fate? It's just the difference in strength. The weak die, the strong survive. It's that simple."
Xuan Xiaowei heard this and her gaze slightly focused, then she saw a familiar figure - NanGong Ling.
She stood on the other side of the stone gate, under a purple robe, wearing white clothes like snow, exuding a wild and unrestrained aura. Seeing Xuan Xiaowei, he smiled slightly and walked over.
"It's you, I'm so glad you're still alive." Xuan Xiaowei felt a warm surge in her heart.
"I didn't expect you to survive as well. It seems you're much stronger than I imagined," NanGong Ling said with a smile, but his eyes betrayed a hint of subtle surprise.
Xuan Xiaowei smiled and replied, "I never expected to meet you here. This trial is indeed as difficult as they say, full of challenges."
"Heh, challenges? This is just the necessary path to growth," NanGong Ling confidently responded.
Xuan Xiaowei suddenly felt a chill, and she glanced at the woman standing next to NanGong Ling.
This woman, with outstanding looks, had a cold expression. She appeared to be in her twenties, wearing a purple robe and a green battle outfit underneath. She held a pair of swords, with curved blades resembling a new moon, emitting a cold light.
The woman had eyes as dazzling as the Blue Moon, but they were filled with indifference. Beneath her purple robe, she wore a suit of emerald green armor and wielded a pair of swords resembling the new moon, their blades shimmering with a cold light. She was beautiful like an Ice Princess, yet carried a chilling aura.
Xuan Xiaowei glanced at the woman and felt a shiver down her spine, sensing that something was not quite right. Especially when the woman saw Shen Xiaozi, there was a hint of surprise in her eyes. But quickly, she regained her composure.
"Who is that woman?" Xuan Xiaowei asked quietly to a female disciple beside her.
"She is Ouyang Yanran, with almost unparalleled swordsmanship. She, Sitou Lian, and NanGong Ling are the strongest disciples of Chuzhan Tower, and they have always been evenly matched." The female disciple next to her answered, with a hint of awe in her eyes.
Xuan Xiaowei involuntarily approached Shen Xiaozi and whispered, "Did you just notice? That Ouyang Yanran seemed to be surprised when she saw you."
Shen Xiaozi nodded slightly, "I also saw it, but I can't say what's strange about it."
Xuan Xiaowei quickly calculated the number of people present, not including Bai Cang, and realized that only fifteen people successfully passed the Cuiying Trials.
This almost made her unable to believe it, because initially there were over a hundred people participating in this trial.
Even though she and Bai Cang had worked together to save many people, the remaining number was still surprisingly low.
She thought to herself, if she and Bai Cang hadn't intervened to help, the number of people who passed the trial this year would probably be countable on one hand.
Upon further consideration, she felt an even heavier sense of danger regarding the Cuiying Trials, and dared not even think about the survival rate of the more advanced Lianyue Trials.
Xuan Xiaowei's mood was somewhat complicated. The reduction from over a hundred people to just fifteen was much more brutal than she had imagined.
Bai Cang quietly stood next to Xuan Xiaowei, his tiger eyes staring ahead without blinking. Despite being a half-demon, he was somewhat shocked by the cruelty of this trial.
At the same time, two servants on the sidelines were having a quiet conversation.
"Just let me tell you, the number of people who will pass the Cuiying Trials this year will definitely not be less than twenty," a senior servant said confidently, with a hint of smugness on his face.
"Your prediction is quite accurate. However, is it possible for there to be a year where more than twenty people pass?" asked the young servant with a hint of curiosity.
The senior servant coughed lightly as if organizing his memories, "Actually, there are. Did you notice the two Level 6 Flying Crane demons standing on the platform?"
"I noticed, what's the matter?" the young servant asked eagerly.
"During the year they participated in the Cuiying Trials, the survival rate of those two reached the highest in history."
"How many people specifically survived?"
The senior servant had a resolute expression and said in a deep voice, "Everyone who participated in the Cuiying Trials that year passed."
Upon hearing this answer, the young servant was completely shocked, almost unable to believe his ears. He fell silent for a moment, seemingly trying to process this unbelievable news.
At this moment, XuanYuan ZhanYue walked to the center. He glanced around the entire venue, especially at those disciples who had successfully passed the Cuiying Trials.
"Being able to come this far is truly not easy." There was a hint of hidden emotion in XuanYuan ZhanYue's voice, which slightly warmed the atmosphere in the hall.
Liu Xinling suddenly stepped forward, holding a long sword, and spoke slowly, "But this is just the Cuiying Trials, and there are more challenges waiting for you. Remember, the demonic beasts in the trials above the seventh rank are even more ferocious than what you encountered just now."
The whole place fell silent, with only the flickering of lights in the air.
On the podium, the presence of Liu Xinling and XuanYuan ZhanYue was like an invisible pressure, making everyone not dare to underestimate them.
Especially XuanYuan ZhanYue, no longer as cheerful as usual, his cold atmosphere is like an invisible barrier, making people feel intimidated.
Cuiying Trials finally ended, after the ceremony, everyone returned to their own rooms.
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