Chapter 500: Transformation and Rebirth Immigration Training Center

The native inhabitants of the ship let out excited cheers.

Just as they had rushed in, they now surged out of the cabin in a frenzied crowd, as if delaying even a moment would cause them to miss something vital.

Plop.

The old man who had remained standing even after death finally collapsed onto the floor.

Wu Xian and Su Mi did not hurry; they sat on their chairs and waited. Since they had already arrived at their destination, there was no need to compete with the natives…

Even if they tried to rush, they could not exit before the others.

After waiting a short while.

The natives had mostly departed.

Wu Xian rose from his chair, first performed several stretches to loosen his stiffened muscles and bones from having sat in the same posture for so long.

Then he surveyed the cabin. The passenger cabin was identical to the one he had boarded, but this one was clearly far more dilapidated, appearing on the verge of total disrepair.

The floor was littered with filth, and numerous corpses lay scattered—most had died during the voyage.

At the cabin entrance, several fresh corpses were piled up.

These corpses had just died; after the ship stopped, everyone rushed to exit, causing a trampling incident in which several who fell were crushed to death.

One woman had her leg broken by the crush, but she endured the pain and crawled inch by inch out of the cabin.

“Impossible!”

The man in the suspicious-looking couple roared.

He stomped his foot hard, sweat pouring down his face from panic.

“The travel permit clearly didn’t mark this as a Blessed Land, and our time hasn’t come yet—why are we suddenly entering a Blessed Land? This has never happened before!”

Wu Xian’s expression flickered with surprise.

It seemed this couple were also Juan people, but they had entered this Blessed Land involuntarily.

A female student asked in a trembling voice.

“There are dead people here—don’t you feel any fear at all?”

Su Mi kindly comforted her: “Get used to it—you’ll see far more dead people in the future.”

Wu Xian scanned the crowd.

Twenty-two people remained in the cabin.

These twenty-two were likely all the new arrivals and Juan people for this Blessed Land.

After all, the natives had fled in haste, while those from the real world had seats and were less likely to be swept away by the crowd.

He cleared his throat and said.

“I know you have many questions, but this place isn’t safe to linger in. If you want to live, come with me off the ship now—I’ll explain the details later.”

“Once outside, control your emotions—no matter what happens, don’t act recklessly…”

Shuowan 。

Wu Xian and Su Mi stepped down first.

The man in the dark red floral suit, the woman with the ponytail, and the sickly youth followed closely behind; seeing this, the others dared not remain on the ship and hurriedly followed Wu Xian off.

After disembarking.

Wu Xian noticed a square on the shore.

Streetlights illuminated the square brightly; the natives who had disembarked earlier were all lined up in a queue, at the end of which hung a massive white banner with black characters.

“Transformation and Rebirth Immigration Training Center—Warm Welcome to New Students!”

Wu Xian and the others.

Also hurried to join the end of the queue.

After joining the line, everyone heard the cries of seagulls coming from the beach.

Wu Xian glanced in that direction, but it was already night, and the seaside had no light—he could barely make out that many seabirds were there.

Then Wu Xian pulled out his travel permit and, under the streetlight’s glow, examined the information it provided. The first page read:

“Wretched souls in chaos, trembling as they enter the school gate.

All paths lead to death; mortals and ghosts sink together! Juan people must study diligently at the Transformation and Rebirth Immigration Academy, attend and sabotage the graduation ceremony—the exit from this Blessed Land lies upon the graduation stage.”

Wu Xian closed the travel permit.

It seemed the main venue of this Blessed Land was this so-called “Transformation and Rebirth Immigration Academy.”

Thus, the natives on the ship had boarded solely to immigrate.

But why did they wish to immigrate? What was their homeland like? What did they envision their new home to be?…

The sea wind was bitterly cold.

The queue stretched like a giant serpent.

While waiting in line, the group began exchanging information.

First came the standard procedure for introducing new arrivals to the Blessed Land’s conditions—just as always, some were terrified, others kept questioning.

The most aggressive questioner was the man in the dark red floral suit.

He called himself Wujī Brother, second-in-command of some society, constantly cursing, arrogant in demeanor, and always leaning his face unnervingly close during speech, radiating provocation.

But each of his challenges was deflected by Wu Xian, and the introduction process proceeded smoothly.

Next came the Juan people’s self-introductions.

Since this time too many people had been pulled in, and the couple were a special case, Wu Xian did not reveal he was a Lotus Juan person—only that he excelled in kicking, possessed a divine ability, and had participated in several Blessed Lands.

Su Mi’s introduction was similar, but she emphasized her great strength.

The woman in hiking gear with the ponytail stepped forward and said crisply: “Huo Shutong, Juan person, fourth time. Skilled in restraint abilities.”

The sickly young man said: “I’m Xu Shen, this is my second time entering a Blessed Land. My health is poor—please look out for me.”

His words reminded Wu Xian of himself during his first Blessed Land.

Then the flower seller stepped forward, carrying her basket, smiled at Wu Xian, and spoke gently.

“I’m Wen Tinghua, also a Juan person. I’m not good at fighting, but I may assist you in other ways.”

Wu Xian let out a soft “Huh?”

She was a Juan person too! So her selling flowers in the underground passage must have been a disguise—yet if it was a disguise, why had she dropped it upon entering the Blessed Land? The final two Juan people were the suspicious couple.

One was Ma San, the other Kang Tiantian.

Actually, the couple weren’t unattractive—they just kept glancing around like thieves, giving off the impression of guilt.

They only revealed their names and Juan person status, offering no further information.

There were only these seven Juan people present.

Of the remaining fifteen, some might be Juan people—but that was information not yet knowable…

Plop. Plop.

Suddenly.

Heavy thuds echoed behind them.

Everyone turned to see people on the passenger ship tossing corpses one by one into the sea, splashing water everywhere.

The seagulls waiting on the shore flapped their wings excitedly, flying to the corpses and tearing off strips of fresh flesh, feasting on this bloodbath.

Countless seabirds circled in the night, like a shifting cloud of shadows.

Then.

The ship’s horn blared; the cabin lights went out, and the passenger ship began its return voyage.

But in the final instant before the lights extinguished,

Wu Xian and the others clearly saw the cabin, once empty, now crammed just as it had been when they arrived—row upon row of pale-faced students in uniforms, staring at them with identical blank expressions…

(End of Chapter)