Chapter 1141: Squatting at home after being dumped
Chapter 1,158 Mortality
The Trialist Mansion keeps everything secret from the residents. The rooms of each force are completely independent and will not mix. Therefore, no matter how curious other people are about Zheng Feng, they will not be able to find out about Zheng Feng unless Zheng Feng appears again.
situation.
The days passed by day by day, and a week passed. Many people were waiting at the Trialist Mansion just to see if the rumors were true. However, the Tianhun Academy group could not leave the house, so they all locked themselves in their rooms during this period.
Although the cultivators did not see Zheng Feng, many people received the news. The most powerful disciples of the ancient aristocratic families in the city convened a group of disciples of the aristocratic families and held a family meeting.
The content of the meeting is generally unknown to casual cultivators. Only the children of aristocratic families who personally participated in the meeting know about it. However, they are tight-lipped and no one has leaked a word!
Half a month has passed, although the news about Zheng Feng still has not subsided. Recently, another thing has caused the trialists to be more concerned. This year's trial rules are about to be announced!
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"Dong dong...dong dong..."
On the Tianzi floor of the Trial Mansion, Zheng Feng was practicing in his room when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.
"Could it be Duanya and the others?" Zheng Feng said to himself. In the past half month, everyone had taken the time to practice and rarely visited.
When he opened the door, he found that the person outside was not someone he knew, but he was wearing a waiter's uniform. He asked, "What's the matter?"
There had never been a waiter knocking on the door before. This was the first time, so Zheng Feng felt a little strange.
The waiter said: "We have received an order and are responsible for informing all trialists in Tianzihao to be careful. At 3:30 this afternoon, in front of the trialists' mansion, Lord Song Heng will announce the content of this trial. Please
Everyone from Tianhun Academy must participate."
"I know, I'll inform them when I go back later." Zheng Feng nodded. He was also a little curious about what this year's trial would be.
After receiving Zheng Feng's clear reply, the waiter bowed and retreated.
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Zheng Feng and the others had already gone downstairs before three o'clock. They originally thought they would go too early, but when they walked out of the door, they found that countless cultivators had gathered in front of the Trialist Mansion. It was roughly estimated that there were more than 100 cultivators.
Thousands of people, they came too late.
Although there were a large number of people, the venue was unusually quiet. Most people were sitting cross-legged on the lawn, basically closing their eyes and concentrating. They rarely talked to each other, and the atmosphere seemed a bit depressing. Perhaps it was affected by the serious atmosphere.
Lin Tianxue couldn't calm down and didn't say a word for an hour.
There is a huge clock hanging on the wall of the mansion's entrance. It is not yet three o'clock in the afternoon, and it is still close to an hour before the time informed by the waiter.
"Tick-tock...tick-tock...tick-tock..."
Time passed by, and when the hour and minute hands of the big clock finally pointed to the three-quarter mark, countless practitioners opened their eyes one after another and stood up. The atmosphere of the venue changed instantly, just like before a storm came.
Song Heng appeared at the right moment and landed on the high platform. Countless pairs of eyes fell on him one after another. No one asked a question, they all waited in tacit understanding.
Facing the attention of tens of thousands of trialists, Song Heng's expression did not change at all. This was not the first time he announced the test questions. Although the number of people coming to the trial island increased year by year, for him, one hundred people, one
There is not much difference between a thousand people, ten thousand people, or even a million people. He is just responsible for announcing the content of the trial.
Fu Yanjie whispered in a low voice: "Boss, it is said that last year's test was about breaking into a tower, and the year before that was about exploring ruins. What do you think this year's test might be?"
"I don't know, just listen quietly..." Zheng Feng said calmly, raising his head slightly and also focusing on Song Heng.
Song Heng looked down at the dense crowd below and said: "As usual, I will tell you what test you will face next month..."
In an instant, Zheng Feng heard the sounds of countless hearts beating rapidly, and many people's breathing became rapid.
Song Heng smiled slightly and said: "No need to be anxious, I have something to announce before announcing the test questions."
"The total number of people who participated in the trial last year was 10,763. In the end, less than 3,000 people successfully passed the trial. The elimination rate was as high as 70%, and the mortality rate among the eliminated was 100%.
Fifty."
Song Heng unhurriedly published some data from last year, undoubtedly telling everyone that on average, one of every two losers last year died in a foreign land.
This news is like ice water dousing the fire in many people's hearts. The elimination rate does not seem to have changed much from before, but the death rate is surprisingly high.
Although many people have already heard that the trials in Hunwu City have become more cruel every year in recent years, they did not expect that they would be so cruel.
"I believe you all have understood what I said. The total number of trialists this year is 16,345. Although there are 5,000 more people than last year, I can tell you clearly now that the final number of people who passed is only 3,000.
, the remaining 14,000 people will all be losers, and the number of deaths should be higher than last year, maybe 8,000, maybe 9,000, maybe 10,000... maybe more!"
Song Heng's face suddenly changed, without any smile, and he glanced at the countless testers below with emotionless eyes, as if he was not looking at living people of flesh and blood, but at cold corpses.
"Why can only three thousand people pass..."
"Three thousand people..."
"There are only three thousand people, will I be among them..."
Under Song Heng's cold gaze, the heat in many people's eyes slowly subsided, and an emotion called 'fear' appeared, spreading into their hearts.
"For those who are afraid of death, or those who do not have absolute confidence in themselves, I advise you to leave now and leave the trial island through the teleportation array. This is not cowardice, but a wise choice to avoid losing your life in vain..." Song Heng
He said indifferently: "Because once the trial starts, there is no possibility for you to quit!"
If Song Heng did not directly list the clear data, many people would have illusions about themselves, believing that they might be favored by the goddess of luck and pass the test by accident.
People who are not strong but successfully pass the trial will always appear every year, and Hunwu City will still absorb them, because luck is also a part of strength.
But now in the face of cruel data, they had to doubt their original luck. The number of people who passed had been determined, only 3,000, but the total number of trialists far exceeded this number, exceeding 100%.
Eighty people will definitely be eliminated, and more than half of them will die.
People who want to enter Hunwu City, whether for fame or profit, will always pursue something. Why should they practice against heaven if they have no desires and no pursuits?
Therefore, cultivators must have their "desire" in their hearts, which can also be said to be a kind of obsession. As long as they have obsessions in their hearts, they will not be able to face death calmly, and they will shrink back in fear.
The originally quiet crowd gradually became noisy, and many casual cultivators came together. When some of them wanted to retreat, but others wanted to stay, quarrels and disputes arose, and gradually became
confusion.
Song Heng watched quietly, without making a sound to urge him. There was absolutely no falsehood in what he said. The reality is so cruel. It is better to die with luck than to leave in an easy way. It is better to die than to live.
In the commotion, people kept breaking away from the crowd and walking towards the teleportation array in despair. Seeing the backs of these leaving figures, the people left behind were filled with ridicule, disdain, sarcasm, pity, anger, yearning, and hesitation...
Song Heng was very patient and waited for half an hour. During this half hour, he left intermittently. Zheng Feng initially estimated that the number of people was at least two thousand.
Zheng Feng thought that there were enough people leaving, but Song Heng still seemed not satisfied with the number.
Song Heng spoke again and said indifferently: "Those who stayed, I saw some people laughing at the people who left. I just don't know if you can laugh at the end. I don't think the people who left are stupid. They may have made a mistake."
Wise choices, those who overestimate their capabilities and stay to laugh at them may be the real fools..."
"When you turn into a cold corpse, they will be the ones who can still laugh!"