The Divine Dao Alchemy Emperor
Chapter 334
Ling Han walked through the mountains, walking along the narrow mountain path towards the Fallen Goose Valley. Halfway through, he faced many battles, but he easily defeated him with his strength.
If his opponent showed killing intent, he would not hesitate to kill them, but if the other party only wanted to rob, then he would give them a way out. After all, contesting for tokens is the rule of the game, and not a personal complaint.
Battle after battle, Ling Han finally suppressed his Sword Qi, forming Fist Qi once again.
Understanding the rules leads to understanding all the rules of — world martial arts comes from one source.
Ling Han understood with an analogy, thinking, 'I encountered a bottleneck in Sword Qi cultivation: since the fifth flash, it has been no longer smooth. In reality, the fifth one appeared because my father was arrested and I broke through the shackles under anger. The sixth was formed through a discussion of the sword path with Master Mo that led to enlightenment. The seventh was also due to an outburst of emotions.
But, I can't always be accompanied by overwhelming emotions, either, and I don't want to increase my sword intent through grief because I can't always be so lucky that the people by my side are only injured and never die .
Since I have encountered obstacles by cultivating Sword Qi, it would not hurt to try out other arts and skills. Practicing the fist technique for a short time, I could feel a sort of resonance with the sword path. Perhaps raising the War Elephant Fist to the highest level could make me form the eighth glint of Sword Qi. '
On the third day, the disciples of the Winter Moon Sect officially joined the examination. Not many, only about three hundred, but these people were around twenty-five years old, and the weakest was at the Gushing Spring Tier. This was very surprising, interrupting the exam again.
Ling Han had never met a rival and the token he had obtained reached ten thousand, yet the opponent he had defeated was only seven hundred or so. As expected, robbing the right people resulted in more profits.
This already guaranteed his entry into the top hundred. Ling Han had no ambition to take first place as there was no meaning in it as a hundred could all enter the second round examination.
The Fallen Goose Valley appears. It was a valley of natural death. Birds did not fly past because there was often an evil Qi surging upwards from below that even Flower Rate warriors feared. It said the Winter Moon Sect had once sent three Infant Spiritual Tier cultivators to investigate, but only two came out and both died soon after.
From then on, the Fallen Goose Valley became a forbidden area that no one dared to enter.
Ling Han and the other examinees naturally did not have to enter the Fallen Goose Valley, only gathering at the outer perimeter of the valley. After the people arrived, they sent out their tokens and registered their identities.
"My brother, Brother, has a question, how many tokens do you get?" After Ling Han walked into the safety area, a youngster of about twenty years old approached.
"Why should I tell you?" Ling Han replied with a question.
"Hehe, actually, from the ones coming here now, those who are in the top one hundred have at least nine hundred tokens, so if you have less, why not sell the tokens to me? If you far outnumber that number, why not share it with me, "said the young man, grinning widely.
Ling Han laughed and said, "Not interested."
"Hey, hey, hey, we can discuss the price, don't go!" The youngster caught up, but Ling Han still ignored him, making him shake his head and return to wait for the one that came later.
Ling Han walked towards the token delivery point. At least a dozen people started a conversation to buy tokens from him, but he still ignored them.
When he reached the end, a high platform was placed here, and those who returned had to walk up to give their tokens. In addition, on the platform it was snagged a large white paper, and on it were a hundred names, each name with a number behind it.
Ling Han glanced. As expected, the score of the last place was nine hundred, but this person would definitely be eliminated since there was still half a day before the exam was completed; there were still many people who had yet to return, and there will definitely be many whose value breaks through a thousand.
Ling Han glanced. As expected, the score of the last place was nine hundred, but this person would definitely be eliminated since there was still half a day before the exam was completed; there were still many people who had yet to return, and there will definitely be many whose value breaks through a thousand.
He glanced over but did not find the names of Zhao Huan and the young children of the Nine Nations in the remote North. Maybe they can advance to ten thousand, but getting into a hundred is too hard — unless their luck is very good and they meet pushover all the time.
Even if they didn't enter the top ten thousand, they still got a lot of Yellow Dragon Fruits, so this trip wasn't a waste.
He had only found one person he knew: Justice Sword Bai Ming, who was now ranked second with a score of 1,100. This score might only rank forty or fifty — even lower — but as long as one had ten thousand tokens, one could enter into the top hundred. What does it mean to have more?
"He's a smart guy. 'Ling Han nodded.
He walked over to give his token. As he waved his right hand, a large number of tokens were stacked on the table, shocking the person responsible for counting; who would have thought that the eighteen to nineteen-year-old youngster was truly fierce.
Ling Han deliberately disguised himself as a little older, or the seventeen-year-old face would be even more shocking.
"Your dorm 10086 pieces." The people responsible for counting were four Tier Gushing Spring warriors, so their speed was naturally fast. And on the platform, sat a Tier Pedestal Tier practitioner, looking like he was resting with his eyes closed and unconcerned, but with an expert sitting there, who would dare to mess up?
"Name, age, place of birth, and cultivation," one disciple asked, holding a book in his hand that had several names written on it.
"Name, age, place of birth, and cultivation," one disciple asked, holding a book in his hand that had several names written on it.
He was responsible for recording the scores of the top hundred people. Although the first round of the exam was not yet over, those who managed to break through the score of 10,000 were guaranteed to be in the top 100 list, the only question was how they would rank.
Ling Han said, "Han Lin, nineteen years old, Mount Fu Yun, the first layer of the Spiritual Ocean Level."
Han Lin was Ling Han retreating. A nineteen-year-old Spiritual Ocean Level cultivator was still shocking, but being "older" at two years was much better. Mount Fu Yun was a small mountain in the northern region that Ling Han had read about before in geographical records. He took it in passing, and since the vast land had suffered a great calamity in the past nine thousand years, many place names were changed; he could not hurriedly throw out the place names from his previous life.
The four disciples were all shocked. Although the score of over 10,000 tokens was impressive, it was probably partly luck, but being at the Spiritual Ocean Tier was certainly shocking; even the resting Tier Pedestal Spiritual expert could not help but open his eyes to assess Ling Han, nodding. He said, "Young man, not bad! Pretty impressive!"
Ling Han did not make himself look too old, because his life force was too strong. If he were to really disguise himself as a twenty-four or twenty-five year old young man, the old monsters at the Blooming Flower Level would see through it with a glance. If they were to associate him with one of the great thieves, then he would be extremely pickled.
Ling Han smiled faintly, and said, "Thank you, Senior, for your help."
The Tier Spirit Pedestal Expert gave him a friendly smile, not daring to be arrogant. A nineteen-year-old Ocean Spiritual Tier cultivator was truly something of a shock, and in the future, Ling Han might become a Blossom Flower Tier, or even a Infant Spiritual Tier cultivator. Even if he could not become Ling Han's friend, he definitely could not fall in love with her.
“This is your new token, not to be lost,” a disciple handed over a heavy black token; on it, two words "Han Lin" were carved.