Chapter 307: The Mad Shi Ziqin

Roar!

The Snow Wife roared, attacking even more crazily, its repeated bombardments nearly obliterating Chen Yan completely.

Everyone's hearts were taut.

"Sigh..."

A soft sigh rang out; Jiang Yuan pursed his lips and stood up under the gaze of Shi Ziqin, which was practically murderous.

"If I make a move, I'll probably get scolded when I go back."

He shrugged his shoulders and walked out of the wooden hut.

With a wave of one hand, a longbow appeared; he drew the bow.

The sounds of a tiger roaring, a dragon chanting, and a phoenix crying suddenly resounded.

An arrow of light manifested upon the longbow.

He Youtong's expression turned dark, as if she were about to spit out her anger.

"We're all teammates, all teammates," Jiang Yuan transmitted his voice with a smile, and He Youtong's expression trembled instantly.

But Jiang Yuan's arrow was still shot out.

Boom!

A white light suddenly appeared, incomparably brilliant, striking the Snow Wife in an instant.

Roar!

A roar of fury.

The Snow Wife's body paused just like that, and Chen Yan seized the opportunity to dash into the wooden door instantly, someone closing it immediately.

Only the Snow Wife's roar continued to resound outside the house.

But it just stood there quietly, a pair of eyes clear and devoid of any emotion.

It was as if it hadn't been injured at all, as if nothing had just happened.

"Many thanks." Chen Yan glanced at Jiang Yuan, and Jiang Yuan gave a faint smile.

The wooden hut was deathly silent; no one spoke.

Everyone was looking at Chen Yan as if looking at a monster.

Everyone had seen the power of the Snow Wife, and that Chen Yan could survive under the Snow Wife's hands for so long made people feel even more awe.

Under everyone's gaze, Chen Yan sat on a chair, blood still dripping from his body.

Golden light of internal energy covered his wounds, but it still appeared exceptionally tragic.

Some girls wanted to speak, but didn't know how to say it.

They felt that once they spoke, it would be like belittling Chen Yan.

It was too overbearing and peerless.

No one felt that his being injured was a sign of weakness; instead, they felt that Chen Yan had accomplished something no one else could.

A girl was teary-eyed, feeling heartache; she was also someone who was extremely moved by Chen Yan.

But she dared not show it, and could only watch from afar.

Shi Ziqin sat down, her expression gloomy, not knowing what she was thinking.

The wooden hut fell into silence just like that, and none of the parties spoke.

The air seemed to have tightened.

He Youtong glanced at Chen Yan and then looked away, somewhat afraid to look.

The fear in her heart surged once again; even though she possessed a secret technique that could control Chen Yan, she was still afraid.

That person was like a great demon king.

The feeling he brought her was far more terrifying than the Snow Wife.

Drip, drop, drip, drop...

Time was like water droplets falling, never to return.

The atmosphere inside the wooden hut became increasingly taut, increasingly terrifying.

Shi Ziqin wanted to speak several times, but she kept her lips tightly pursed.

If Chen Yan had scolded her, she wouldn't be so tense.

But Chen Yan said nothing, which was very terrifying.

The other party had murderous intent in his heart.

The other party had the greatest courage; it was impossible that he wouldn't dare to kill her.

Shi Ziqin bit her teeth tightly.

"Honorable examinees, the third round of the assessment now begins."

A sharp, hoarse, elderly female voice rang out.

Only then did everyone notice the owner of the wooden hut: an old woman wearing rags with a very dirty face.

The old woman looked at everyone and said:

"The third round of the assessment is a luck assessment."

The old woman bowed deeply to everyone:

"Every honorable examinee has one chance to roll the dice; whatever number is displayed on the very top of the dice, the examinees will receive a reward of that number multiplied by ten million Dao-Severing Points."

She tremblingly took out a die, only this die actually had one thousand faces.

Each face was marked with a number.

The largest of these numbers was nine, and the smallest was zero.

Everyone was overjoyed.

But soon, everyone discovered that the numbers on the one thousand faces of this die were basically all 0.

Each of the nine numbers from 1-9 only appeared once.

The probability of rolling a number was very small.

But soon, someone frowned:

"One side has an image; what does this mean?"

Everyone felt a chill.

The old woman showed everyone the side displaying the image, and the image was strikingly a heart.

The old woman looked at everyone and said:

"Candidate lords who roll the heart pattern will need to offer up your hearts."

Her expression carried worry:

"However, rest assured, once someone has rolled the heart face, the candidate lords who continue to roll the heart face afterward will not need to offer up their own hearts."

The old woman said.

Sss, sss, sss.

On the ceiling, black mist condensed and formed a giant hand.

Everyone's expression sank; that was the hand of Xue Qi.

Once someone rolled the heart face for the first time, it was completely over.

Without a heart, one could only survive by consuming a Morning Star-grade healing spirit medicine within a short period of time.

But Morning Star-grade healing spirit medicines were too precious.

Soon.

The stage assessment began.

The first candidate rolled a 0 and let out a sigh of relief.

The second, also a 0.

Everyone sighed with emotion; actually, rolling a 0 was already quite good.

Just like that, five candidates in a row all rolled a 0.

The sixth.

Swish, swish...

The die tumbled on the tabletop and finally rolled a 2.

That candidate was incomparably excited, having obtained twenty million points relying solely on luck.

This was just too awesome.

Immediately following, the stage continued.

It was still 0, 0, 0, 0...

After fifty candidates in a row, they were all zeros.

Only one rolled a two, and another rolled a one.

Beyond envy, everyone also began to pray for themselves.

Just like that, it was Chen Yan's turn.

The old woman handed the die to Chen Yan, and everyone looked toward Chen Yan.

Chen Yan took the die and first examined it, sensing no problems.

Or perhaps there was a problem, but he could not sense it.

Chen Yan lifted the die and tossed it lightly onto the tabletop.

The die traced a beautiful arc, continuously flipping.

Swish, swish...

When the die settled.

The surroundings were silent.

"Pfft!"

Someone laughed out loud; everyone looked over, and that woman named He Youtong instantly shut her mouth.

The others looked at Chen Yan with complex expressions.

Yet they saw that what was displayed on the very top of the die was, strikingly, a heart.

Shi Ziqin's pupils constricted, but she still looked coldly at Chen Yan.

This was not her problem; it was that Chen Yan's own luck was too terrible.

Quite a few people stood up, looking nervously at Chen Yan.

Sss, sss, sss...

On the ceiling, that huge black hand reached toward Chen Yan.

The speed was extremely fast.

Someone was so nervous they almost screamed out.

"Wait a moment." Chen Yan spoke.

The old woman shook her head, looking at Chen Yan with sorrow and nervousness.

Chen Yan's words clearly could not stop the outcome of his heart being dug out.

Yet Chen Yan spoke:

"As long as one wipes away the door..."

As Chen Yan spoke, a strange power suddenly enveloped him.

The old woman's face trembled, and she looked at Chen Yan in terror, then shrieked:

"You are threatening us!!!"

Chen Yan's expression was calm:

"Yes."

What luck assessment?

Chen Yan had recognized it from the very beginning: the Great Xia College Entrance Examination secret realm assessment had never involved luck.

This was still an intelligence assessment.

And the key to passing had been told to all examinees the moment they entered the Slaughter Forest.

The surrounding examinees were all looking at Chen Yan; they hadn't heard what Chen Yan said because just a moment ago, that strange power had blocked Chen Yan's voice.

But at this moment, everyone clearly saw that the giant black hand had stopped above Chen Yan's head and was no longer moving.

What did Chen Yan say?

Everyone was shocked in their hearts.

However, the light membrane shrouding Chen Yan was hazy, and everyone couldn't see clearly; they only knew that Chen Yan was conversing with the old woman.

Soon, the light membrane dissipated.

The old woman spoke to the crowd:

"This examinee has pointed out a problem with the checkpoint, so that previous roll does not count."

Before the old woman had even finished speaking, Chen Yan picked up the dice and continued to roll them in front of everyone.

Swish, rattle...

The dice landed on the table, began to tumble, and then came to a stop.

"This!"

Someone shrieked out loud.

Everyone looked at Chen Yan with extreme envy.

Yet they saw that the dice on Chen Yan's table showed, shockingly, a 9.

Ninety million points!

Chen Yan took out a Dao-Slashing Seed.

Soon, red light emerged from the void, watering Chen Yan's Dao-Slashing Seed.

A five-segmented Dao-Slashing Bamboo grew instantly.

Shi Ziqin looked at Chen Yan and narrowed her eyes.

Chen Yan must have also obtained quite a few Dao-Slashing points from killing ancient beasts earlier.

It was just that Chen Yan hadn't manifested those ten Dao-Slashing Bamboos.

She guessed that Chen Yan's current capital must be incomparably vast.

The checkpoint continued.

Soon, the dice arrived in front of Shi Ziqin.

Shi Ziqin took a deep breath; although she knew the probability of her rolling a heart was not high, she was still somewhat nervous.

She pinched the dice with one hand and began to roll.

Soon, the dice settled on the table.

"Hiss..."

Someone gasped.

Shi Ziqin's eye color changed instantly, and she stood up, roaring as if she had lost her mind:

"Chen Yan!!!"

"What did you do!!!"

Yet, on the very top of that die, there was, shockingly, a heart symbol.