Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy in the World of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 93 - . Heavenly Ascending Ladder

Chapter 93: 93. Heavenly Ascending Ladder

Below the sea of clouds was a harsh terrain of clustered mountains, countless strange peaks rising from the ground, piercing the sky.

Directly under Fang Zhou, there were two vertical peaks. He could faintly feel a subtle force tugging at him, flying towards these two peaks below, ensuring he’s not blown away by the wind.

As he approached, Fang Zhou could see clearly; one peak was taller and obscured by fog, while the shorter one had a square stone platform built on top.

Between the two peaks, a long stone staircase incredibly spanned across.

When Fang Zhou fell onto the shorter peak, his speed abruptly slowed, the force of the fall sharply reduced, as if a pair of invisible hands were cradling him, gently landing him on the stone platform of the peak.

On the stone platform, many Trialists who had jumped earlier were already there; some calm, some gasping for breath, others shouting and screaming, venting their excitement from the jump.

“Little young master!”

Hearing this address, he knew it was Chu Yunfei and Li Yunlong.

The two girls came over enthusiastically, and if they had tails, they would probably be wagging them by now.

Chu Yunfei asked with some confusion: “Didn’t you jump before us? How come you arrived later than us?”

Fang Zhou casually replied: “I stopped to enjoy the scenery on the way.”

The two girls looked at each other, puzzled by what that meant.

“This young brother…”

Just then, another voice suddenly rang out beside them, and Fang Zhou turned his head to see a girl with a friendly smile.

Seeing Fang Zhou turn around, the girl’s eyes lit up, her smile even warmer: “You look familiar, young brother, where are you from?”

Fang Zhou’s mask had been blown off by the wind, now exposing his face, and finally someone came to strike up a conversation.

The girl did not wait for Fang Zhou’s answer, but instead received two hostile glares.

Chu Yunfei said impatiently: “Who we are, is none of your business.”

She was quick-witted, making it easy to misinterpret the three as being together.

Li Yunlong timed her support well: “Exactly, just go away—cough cough, just scram.”

Normally, anyone else might have taken the hint and left, but this girl was quite thick-skinned, otherwise, she wouldn’t have the mind to flirt in such a situation.

She scoffed: “I am talking to this young man; what does it have to do with you two?”

Chu Yunfei retorted: “We’re his friends, naturally we need to shield him from these frivolous pests.”

The girl sneered: “Shield? I think you just want him all to yourselves!”

“You’re talking nonsense!”

“Hit the nail on the head, didn’t I?”

Fang Zhou was baffled, watching the two sides quickly escalate into an argument.

I haven’t even said a word yet.

The commotion here soon attracted the attention of other Trialists. Xia Wenqiu and Ji Congfeng also noticed, both casting admiring glances at Fang Zhou.

However, Xia Wenqiu was shaking a folding fan, looking pleased, while Ji Congfeng remained expressionless.

As the quarrel intensified and more and more gazes fell on him, Fang Zhou felt quite troubled and was about to speak up to stop it.

“Silence!”

A booming voice like a great bell suddenly appeared, making everyone’s heart sink, and the whole stone platform went quiet.

The next moment, an ethereal figure appeared above the stone platform, gradually solidifying, and finally transforming into a woman dressed in dark cyan long robes.

“Feng Qin, a Deacon Elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect, presides over this entry-level trial. Let none of you behave recklessly.”

Feng Qin, about thirty years old, hovered in mid-air, emitting a faint pressure that silenced the hundreds of Trialists below, including Xia Wenqiu and Ji Congfeng, the Heavenly Pride, who also looked solemn.

Fang Zhou, hidden among the crowd, observed Feng Qin. Although she did not possess the terrifying might of a Tree Demon, she still exuded a strong sense of threat.

Without a doubt, she must be a Cultivator of the Innate Realm.

Even though Fang Zhou could now slay those in the Foundation Establishment Realm as if they were dogs, he still had a huge gap in strength compared to those in the Innate Realm.

For instance, the Mountain Demon he encountered earlier, who had touched the threshold of the Innate Realm, might still not be manageable by Fang Zhou. Of course, after mastering the basics of the Sword Control Technique, he could certainly defend himself, but winning was another matter.

Against an authentic Cultivator of the Innate Realm, defeat was certain.

Feng Qin raised her hand gracefully, and hundreds of streamers flew out from the sleeves of her robe, drilling into the minds of each Trialist.

This was information about the content of the trial.

The standards for accepting disciples in the Heavenly Sword Sect were extremely strict, assessing courage, perseverance, character, talent, and comprehension.

Jumping down from the shuttle was a test of courage; previously nearly a thousand Trialists on the shuttle, yet only about four hundred people dared to jump, less than half.

Just the first hurdle eliminated so many, and with four more hurdles to go, probably not even a hundred would remain in the end.

After releasing the streamers, Feng Qin disappeared, having said all she needed to; now, she only needed to keep an eye out for any rule violations or cheating.

The second hurdle tested perseverance and was called the Heavenly Ascending Ladder, essentially the stone staircase connecting the platform to a higher peak.

From above, this stone staircase didn’t seem long, but as one approached, it seemed nearly endless.

The second hurdle was simple: walk up the Heavenly Ladder, climb as high as possible—the higher, the better. The Heavenly Sword Sect would decide if one was qualified based on how far one walked, but the specifics of the standard were not disclosed.

This second hurdle was much simpler than the first. This time, without needing Xia Wenqiu and Ji Congfeng to take the lead, many rushed forward to ascend the ladder, afraid of falling behind.

However, once they ascended, their speed suddenly slowed, and expressions of surprise appeared on their faces.

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Despite their surprise, they did not stop advancing and continued to climb.

Xia Wenqiu and Ji Congfeng also began their climb with steady steps, but upon stepping on the ladder, both showed curious expressions.

Xia Wenqiu waved his fan lightly, smiling, “Interesting, indeed interesting.”

Ji Congfeng, however, had a cold expression and continued upward.

More and more people climbed the ladder; the girl who had talked to Fang Zhou didn’t want to be left behind but glared at Chu Yunfei and Li Yunlong before leaving.

The two young girls weren’t pushovers either and promptly glared back.

They both then looked at Fang Zhou and said, “Young master, let’s go up too.”

But Fang Zhou replied, “You go ahead. I’ll rest a little while longer; don’t wait for me.”

He hadn’t forgotten that he was impersonating someone—it wouldn’t be good to draw too much attention; best to keep a low profile.

The two girls exchanged a glance, then together told Fang Zhou, “We’ll wait for you at the top.”

With that, they also ran up the ladder with the crowd. Upon stepping on it, they, too, showed surprised expressions and significantly slowed their climbing pace.

Fang Zhou had noticed this earlier. Could it be that the gravity on the ladder was different from other places?

After almost everyone had left the platform, Fang Zhou leisurely approached the ladder and stepped onto it.

He wanted to see what was so peculiar about this thing.