Chapter 1027: Dark curtains, absolutely dark curtains

Even traps can be used, and people are constantly being blasted down from the stone steps.

Faced with the senior brothers' endless array of methods, the Heavenly Pride disciples had absolutely no solution.

Their strength is inferior, their talisman seals and formation disks are inferior, and they can't even play dirty better than others.

The Heavenly Pride disciples were completely dumbfounded—how the hell are we supposed to deal with this?

Looking down at the Heavenly Pride disciples below, whose minds were about to snap, the stewards above merely smiled and shook their heads, saying nothing more.

The rules have already been told to them; whether they can pass depends on their own abilities.

When Hong Zun originally designed it this way, he said the same thing.

"As disciples of the Dao Yi Shengdi, we need not only talent but also a clever heart; cultivating a path full of thorns, when encountering difficulties or dangerous situations, we must have an adaptable mind."

"Peak Master, no matter how you look at it, there's no chance this way—it's a dead end."

"There is a chance."

"Where is the chance?"

"How would I know."

Huh???

This was Hong Zun's original words, spoken frankly; when they heard it, even all the stewards were dumbfounded.

Damn it, you designed this assessment yourself, yet you don't even know how to pass? You're basically pushing people to their deaths.

Looking at these young Heavenly Pride disciples, to be honest, the stewards feel somewhat reluctant, but they have no choice—duty calls, and they cannot intervene.

All we can say is, good luck to them—there should be a way, right.............

Just as the stewards were secretly sighing, a chubby youth stepped forward and spoke.

"May I ask, seniors, as long as we don't injure lives, can we really use any means?"

"Yes."

Upon hearing that, the stewards glanced at the little fatty, but quickly lost interest—he was only at the entry level of the Qi-sensing Realm.

He was basically the bottom of the pack among the many Heavenly Pride disciples; with such cultivation, he hardly had any chance.

However, outside the mountain gate, in the area where the families were, seeing the little fatty step forward, a richly dressed middle-aged fatty with no trace of immortal aura exclaimed in delight.

"My son, this is my son."

The middle-aged fatty was named Qian Taiduo, and his son, the little fatty who had just questioned the stewards, was Qian Duoduo.

However, seeing Qian Taiduo jumping around with joy, many people around showed looks of contempt.

Although the Qian father‑son pair are pretty good compared to ordinary families, next to these great clans they are utterly unremarkable.

They are a merchant family, and only Qian Taiduo's generation started from scratch.

In everyone's eyes, they just got lucky, made some money, but actually have no foundation at all—mere nouveau riche.

The great clans all value inheritance and foundation.

But Qian Taiduo couldn't care less about those; his own cultivation talent and status, after a lifetime of effort, amounted only to perfection in the Qi-sensing Realm.

But his son is impressive—since childhood he has "extraordinary talent," and Qian Taiduo would spare no expense for his son's cultivation.

At such a young age he has already entered the Qi-sensing Realm; in Qian Taiduo's heart, his son Qian Duoduo bears the mark of a great emperor.

But while Qian Taiduo sees his son as having the bearing of a great emperor, to everyone else he's just a good‑for‑nothing.

At that age merely reaching the entry level of the Qi-sensing Realm is barely enough to meet the threshold of the Dao Yi Shengdi.

His cultivation is the lowest among the Heavenly Pride disciples, yet he is the oldest.

Completely unbothered by the surrounding gazes, Qian Taiduo's ability to start from scratch shows he's no fool—aside from eloquence and ability, his judgment is also sharp.

He knows exactly what everyone is thinking, but he also realizes that the best, most direct, and fastest way to change all this is for his son to gain admission to the Dao Yi Shengdi.

If his son makes a single leap to heaven, the Qian family can truly join this circle—at least be able to speak with the great clans.

His eyes full of expectation, he watched his son Qian Duoduo, his chubby fists unconsciously clenching, his mind constantly murmuring.

"Son, you must succeed."

Unknowing of his father's thoughts, after receiving the affirmative reply, Qian Duoduo respectfully bowed and then turned toward the stone steps.

Meanwhile, the surrounding Heavenly Pride disciples looked at him, their eyes unconsciously flashing contempt.

"Delusional."

"I bet he can't even get past the first round of ambushes."

After so many attempts, everyone has roughly figured out some patterns; the senior brothers' trials are also progressive.

At first it's body‑technique ambushes, then talisman seals and formation disks, and only later do traps appear.

With Qian Duoduo's cultivation, he probably couldn't even block the first wave of ambushes.

Under everyone's gaze, Qian Duoduo walked several hundred li to the area where the Dao Yi Shengdi disciples lay in ambush.

As expected, as Qian Duoduo took a step forward, a black shadow flickered past in the grass beside him.

Seeing that, the Heavenly Pride disciples seemed to already see the next second—Qian Duoduo tumbling in a sorry state.

But what nobody expected was that the shadow did flicker—yet you damn well made a move.

All that black shadow did was flicker past and then fall silent; Qian Duoduo stood unharmed in his original spot.

"Huh??? What's going on?"

Not only the Heavenly Pride disciples, but even the stewards were completely baffled; next came the crowd's protests.

"Seniors, does this still not count as a violation?"

"I report this—it's an outright conspiracy."

"They're letting him through—total favoritism."

"Damn, they've practically thrown him into the ocean."

Just now when they kicked them, it was steady, accurate, and ruthless—but now, swapping in the little fatty Qian Duoduo, it's blatantly a conspiracy.

We have all these eyes watching—do you think we're blind?

Faced with the reports of the many Heavenly Pride, the stewards' eyelids jumped, yet they still forced themselves to speak.

"It doesn't count as a violation."

Huh???

This damn still doesn't count? Holy shit, is there any justice left? Is this the entrance exam, or was it already decided beforehand?

But that's wrong—even if it's predetermined, it couldn't possibly be set on Qian Duo Duo.

Although his family is wealthy, compared to many people present, he's still far behind.

Moreover, in terms of talent, cultivation, and combat ability, Qian Duo Duo can't match most of the people present.

You damn, even if there's a backdoor, shouldn't it go to the highest bidder?

For a moment, the many Heavenly Pride were confused—could it be that my father is too upright, not understanding these shady dealings?

Even worse, they couldn't help but cry out in sorrow.

"Father, you've ruined my big affair—how am I not as good as Qian Duo Duo?"

Not only the disciples taking the exam, but even their families now look at the wildly gesturing Qian Tai Duo with complex expressions.

"Haha, good, my son indeed has the bearing of a great emperor—winning without fighting is the best strategy, good!"

Huh???

You damn call this winning without fighting? Upon hearing that, everyone's looks grew even stranger—could we have missed some procedure earlier?