Chapter 2066: What a ruthless person

The Immortal Clan descendants had originally decided to give up, not caring about the examination—just eat first.

However, at that very moment, a Spiritual Voice Transmission from their own ancestor exploded like a thunderclap in their ears.

In an instant, everyone froze, their faces showing disbelief.

The disciples widened their eyes, staring fixedly at the delicious food before them, and a storm of shock surged in their hearts.

These dishes were actually the ordinary food that disciples of the Dao One Immortal Sect ate daily—unimaginable that the sect's meals could be so good.

Faced with such a temptation, everyone's state of mind began to change subtly.

After all, as the ancestors of each family said, the principle that "one full meal versus constant fullness" is simple to understand.

At this moment, if they could not restrain their gluttony and indulged in this delicious feast, they would thereby lose the precious qualification to join the Dao One Immortal Sect. Once missed, it would become extremely difficult to ever taste such delicacies again.

But if they could grit their teeth and endure their current cravings, pass this crucial Third Round Willpower Examination, and successfully join the ranks of the Dao One Immortal Sect disciples, they could then enjoy these mouth‑watering dishes every day from now on.

Thinking this through, everyone almost without hesitation made their choice.

Their inner resolve was crystal clear—without a doubt, they must join the Dao One Immortal Sect.

Only thus could they ensure that every future day they could feast to their heart's content and savor this supreme delicacy.

For them, how could a mere meal be enough? Such food should practically be enjoyed as a precious elixir.

Originally, the eyes of the Immortal Clan descendants still showed a hint of helplessness and indifference, as if they had already prepared to accept the outcome of failing the examination; but upon hearing their ancestor's words, a strange power seemed to quietly surge in the depths of their hearts.

Gradually, everyone's gaze began to shift subtly; the originally dull, resigned eyes now flashed with firm and resolute light.

Although the air was filled with the mouth‑watering aroma of the food, causing the Immortal Clan descendants to drool and constantly swallow, their feet were as if rooted to the ground, firmly planted, with no thought of stepping forward even half a step.

What a joke—for them, enduring this short Shíchén ahead is actually tied to their future lasting happiness.

No matter what, they must grit their teeth and persevere to the end.

However, in stark contrast, those ordinary young cultivators without background had no idea whatsoever of the reason behind this.

No one had beforehand informed them of the hidden profundity behind this trial, nor did any venerable elder secretly give them hints.

Thus, when the tempting food aroma recklessly rushed into their nostrils, this group of unprepared young cultivators instantly lost all ability to resist.

Finally, one person could no longer suppress the surging impulse within his heart like a raging tide; he stomped his foot and, without hesitation, strode forward in great strides, sprinting toward the table.

Immediately thereafter, like a chain reaction, a second, then a third… more and more people began to imitate his action, rushing head‑to‑head to the table, quickly lowering their heads and wolfing down the rare delicacy.

At the moment the first morsel slid into their mouths, these people felt their pores all open, an indescribable sense of relief welling up.

The food not only smelled fragrant, but when actually tasted it offered a unique flavor; its wonderful taste intoxicated them, making it impossible to pull away.

They racked their brains to describe this deliciousness, but found they had no suitable words to express it, for the flavor was so exquisite it could be called flawless, with not even the slightest shortcoming to be found.

One could see these ordinary young cultivators now gathered around the table, devouring the food before them like a sweeping gust clearing away clouds.

They ate in a wolf‑like gulp, as if they had been starving for ages, their mouths stuffed full, even the chewing motion becoming somewhat hasty and crude.

Every face beamed with satisfaction and happiness, their mouths occasionally uttering muffled praises like "Mm" and "So fragrant."

For these young cultivators, they might truly never have tasted such an exquisitely delicious dish in their entire lives.

At this moment, all their previous worries and concerns were cast aside, and they felt not the slightest regret for the decision they had made earlier.

Being able to enjoy such mouth‑watering food, even if they ultimately failed and could not pass the Entry Sect Examination, what would it matter?

At least right now, they felt they had gained!

However, they were completely unaware that, at the very moment they swallowed that bite, they would not gain any advantage but instead suffer a total loss—so much so it could be said they lost everything, even to their grandmother's house.

In stark contrast to this group of hungry and thirsty young cultivators were those who came from the Immortal Clan.

They stood silently to the side, with not a single person stepping forward to try these delicacies.

Although one could see from their eyes that they too were filled with longing and craving, they still relied on powerful willpower to desperately endure.

But as more and more people stepped forward to enjoy the food, eating with relish and the aroma spreading, the Immortal Clan descendants, who were already unable to bear their hunger, now felt their entire nerves as if being teased, making it hard to restrain themselves.

Damn it, originally everyone had been stubbornly refraining from eating, and could barely hold on.

But now, watching others eat so deliciously while they could only stare helplessly, this feeling was simply a thousand‑to‑ten‑thousand times worse than torture, making them almost unable to hold back.

As the number of those giving up grew, the Immortal Clan descendants could hardly hold themselves back any longer—only to see one person, on the verge of utter collapse, without hesitation open his mouth and bite off his own tongue.

"Hold it in for me."

He said it muffled through his mouth, hoping to use the intense pain to barely retain the last shred of his sanity.

This sudden scene left even those ordinary young cultivators who were still struggling to persist dumbfounded—what situation is this? How could they hate themselves so much?

To pass the examination, have they started self‑harm? They don't even want their tongues?

Their eyes filled with admiration, they gazed blankly at that Immortal Clan descendant, and the same thought involuntarily welled up in their hearts.

"What a ruthless person—he doesn't even spare himself."

But before everyone could come to their senses, they saw yet another Immortal Clan descendant make a move.....................