Chapter 2065: Hell Difficulty

Originally everyone thought the third round's endurance test wouldn't be too difficult, because in the first two rounds, for everyone it was a piece of cake, with no pressure at all.

So it was natural to feel that this third round should be just as easy.

Moreover, this test only required enduring one Shíchén without eating the food placed before them.

When the many young cultivators participating in the test first heard about this test content, almost everyone couldn't help but laugh.

They secretly wondered, does this even count as a test?

However, unexpectedly, not much time had passed—roughly a hundred breaths or so—and everyone began to feel unable to hold back.

What kind of delicious delicacy is this, the wafts of aroma coming over are simply too tempting.

Having lived to this age, they had never smelled such a rich, fragrant food aroma.

It seemed as if that scent possessed some kind of magical power, able to directly draw out the craving worms in people's bellies, causing saliva to flow like a burst dam.

Someone muttered.

"Damn it, I really want to rush over and feast heartily."

Another person also echoed.

"Exactly, I also can't control myself at all."

Still someone else anxiously shouted.

"We really need to buckle down and hold on; only a little over a hundred breaths have passed, we're still far from completing the one Shíchén test goal—clench your teeth and persevere."

Even more so, some couldn't help but complain about this bizarre test rule.

"Who on earth came up with such a cunning and weird test method?"

For the many young cultivators present taking the test, the first two rounds were as easy as child's play.

However, upon entering this crucial third round, the difficulty suddenly skyrocketed geometrically, as if they had instantly plunged into the terrifying depths of hell.

Although the time limit is only one Shíchén, right now only a little over a hundred breaths have passed, yet everyone already feels unable to bear this immense pressure and temptation.

Especially those disciples from various renowned great immortal clans, who at this moment completely disregarded their own image and decorum.

All one could see was saliva streaming from them, dripping and soaking their front garments; where was the slightest trace of their former lofty, transcendent immortal clan bearing?

Some even began whispering to each other.

"I'm dizzy from the fragrance; the aroma emanating from this is a hundred times more tempting than the dishes prepared by the top restaurants in Cooking King Immortal City."

"No kidding, big brother; I think we shouldn't stubbornly hold out—if we fail this test, what's the worst that could happen? At most we could rush forward and enjoy a hearty meal."

Faced with this suggestion, the leader obviously showed some hesitation.

"This... uh... but..."

You should know, this group of Immortal Clan Descendants were originally forced by their elders to come participate in this test.

Regarding whether they could successfully join the Dao One Immortal Sect, they had never harbored much obsession or desire from start to finish.

After all, thanks to their supremely noble background, they had never lacked any precious Xiūliàn resources from childhood, so naturally they had no need to covet the various preferential treatments enjoyed by disciples of the Dao One Immortal Sect.

Before this, due to not feeling much pressure, this group of Immortal Clan Descendants naturally displayed an unflinching attitude.

After all, behind them stood the ancestors of each family, closely watching everything in secret.

However, at this very moment, the situation underwent a complete reversal.

That extremely tempting aroma came wafting over, drilling straight into everyone's nostrils, causing saliva to flow and mouths to water.

By comparison, joining the Dao One Immortal Sect instantly became trivial.

Because compared to this irresistible food before them, whether they could successfully enter the Dao One Immortal Sect was hardly worth mentioning.

Even if they failed, what then? Even if they couldn't join the Dao One Immortal Sect, what would happen? Better to first enjoy this delicious bite to their heart's content.

Just as the hearts of all the Immortal Clan Descendants began to violently waver, almost unable to hold on, suddenly, their minds simultaneously received the stern and urgent voice transmissions from their respective family ancestors.

Some ancestors angrily warned.

"If you dare to fail, I will definitely break your dog legs."

Others, suppressing their anger, rebuked.

"Clench your teeth and endure for me."

These ancestors, each wily and experienced, how could they not know what those little rascals are thinking right now?

Humph, think you can just give up easily? No way.

Today, no matter what, we must make you successfully join the Dao One Immortal Sect; otherwise, just wait to go home and get beaten—otherwise it would be strange if I didn't break your legs.

Despite facing the ancestors' fierce roars from each family, the disciples' psychological defenses were still being broken bit by bit.

Finally, someone could no longer suppress their inner discontent and muttered softly.

"Why on earth must we join the Dao One Immortal Sect? Wouldn't it be better to stay in the clan and cultivate in peace?"

The clan possesses abundant wealth and resources, fully capable of bearing these disciples' Xiūliàn needs.

However, it's puzzling why they insist on stubbornly joining that Dao One Immortal Sect.

Before them lay a dazzling array of delicious delicacies, yet according to that hateful test rule, not a single bite could be tasted.

This really could drive people mad; at this moment, the grievances in the hearts of all the Immortal Clan Descendants surged like a raging river, impossible to contain.

Just as these young people were furiously complaining and griping in their hearts, suddenly, the voice transmissions from the family ancestors came again.

However, unlike the previous scolding, this transmission seemed rather mysterious.

One ancestor earnestly said to his descendant.

"You foolish fellow, haven't you noticed? The food on this table comes from the Dao One Immortal Sect's Canteen—do you just want to satisfy a craving for a single meal, or do you hope to enjoy such delicious food every meal from now on?"

Another ancestor, vexed at his inability to make steel from iron, lectured his foolish child.

"You foolish child, the difference between eating a full meal once and being able to eat your fill every day—how can you not tell? As long as you successfully join the Dao One Immortal Sect, wouldn't such meals be available every day thereafter?"

Upon receiving the voice transmissions from their ancestors, the Immortal Clan Descendants' expressions all changed; their bodies, which had been unable to restrain themselves and were ready to act, quickly stopped, and their hearts were filled with shock.