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Chapter 75: Chapter 75: A favorable wind lends its strength, carrying me to the azure clouds!
This Green Cloud Trial is managed by ten Manager Elders responsible for the servant disciples.
Each Elder stepped forward in turn and explained the rules of the Green Cloud Trial in detail.
Qingyun Island is home to countless Two-star Demon Beasts, all marked by the Xuanyuan Sect using special methods!
Participants can hunt these Demon Beasts and soak their Identity Tokens in the beasts’ fresh blood to earn points based on the beasts’ strength!
Two-star Beginner Demon Beast awards one point, while Two-star Top Level Demon Beast awards six points!
One-star Demon Beasts do not count for points!
The trial lasts for one day!
Anyone who hasn’t returned to the warship by tomorrow before the hour of Chen will be considered to have forfeited!
Leaving Qingyun Island midway will also result in disqualification!
Elder He scanned the plaza with his gaze and said in a solemn tone:
"The path of Martial Arts is one of thorns; only by sharpening oneself in the realm of life and death can true achievement be attained! In this trial, killing will not be prohibited, so keep this firmly in mind!"
The words "killing will not be prohibited" sounded like resounding thunder, reverberating across the plaza and carrying an icy air of slaughter, sending chills inexplicably down everyone’s spine.
The expressions of all present were shaken.
Perhaps intentionally or unintentionally, Elder He glanced lightly at Luo Cheng.
Luo Cheng furrowed his brows.
The sense of danger, like a pack of wolves surrounding its prey, grew ever stronger!
The overwhelming killing intent made his skin prickle, as though it were being pricked by needles.
Yet, upon closer investigation, he couldn’t determine the origins of this killing intent!
It seemed to be non-existent, yet present everywhere!
"Hmph! Let them come—I’ll deal with it! I refuse to believe someone can truly target me!"
Luo Cheng’s gaze turned sharp.
Strength is confidence!
Having ascended to the Transcendence Realm Fourth Layer, even facing the top ten seeded participants held no fear for him!
"Now, begin boarding the ships according to the numbers on your Identity Cards!"
Elder He’s voice rang out again.
Luo Cheng took out his Identity Token and saw a number clearly displayed—a five, corresponding to warship number five!
The crowd on the plaza split into five streams, starting to board the ships.
"Luo Cheng, be careful in everything!" Zhang Lian warned.
Luo Cheng nodded and cast aside the distracting thoughts in his mind before turning and walking toward warship number five.
Watching Luo Cheng disappear into the crowd, Zhang Lian was about to leave.
At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared beside Zhang Lian.
"Han Feng!"
Seeing the newcomer, Zhang Lian furrowed his brows.
Han Feng glanced briefly in the direction where Luo Cheng had left, then grinned and said, "Zhang Lian, this might be the last time you ever see that useless waste!"
Zhang Lian could hear the implication in Han Feng’s words, his brows furrowing deeper: "What do you mean?"
"Hehe! Someone wants him dead! As long as Luo Cheng is killed on Qingyun Island, they’ll be immediately promoted to Outer Disciple! This news spread first thing this morning! The instant Luo Cheng sets foot on Qingyun Island, he’s sure to perish! No one can save him!"
"What!"
Zhang Lian was stunned.
Killing Luo Cheng guarantees immediate promotion to Outer Disciple!
This condition is too tempting—it’s bound to stir countless hearts!
Forget Luo Cheng—if it were one of the top ten seeded participants facing such a situation, they too would undoubtedly meet their end on Qingyun Island!
There’s no alternative!
Zhang Lian wanted to rush forward to stop Luo Cheng.
But the bustling crowd around him was too dense; Luo Cheng had already gotten far away, and his voice was quickly drowned out.
"Abandon hope! This time, he’s destined to die on Qingyun Island!"
Han Feng’s expression turned savage as he sneered, "Hehe, I’ll use his head to earn the qualifications for entering the Outer Sect!"
Nearly ten thousand participant disciples soon boarded the warships one after another.
Accompanied by a thunderous roar, the warships soared into the sky, heading toward Qingyun Island.
"Luo Cheng, I hope you return safely..."
Gazing at the rapidly disappearing five warships, Zhang Lian murmured a silent prayer.
But there wasn’t a shred of confidence in his voice.
If Han Feng’s words proved true, then Luo Cheng’s venture to Qingyun Island would truly mean a fate worse than death!
No—far more dangerous than that!
The five warships pierced through the clouds, streaking forward like sharp arrows, while the fierce heavenly winds were entirely blocked by the blue light barrier at the prow.
On warship number five, many participant disciples were seated cross-legged, meditating and breathing to prepare for the imminent trial.
Standing alone at the edge of the deck, Luo Cheng stared at the rapidly retreating landscape below, his eyes filled with awe.
Such a massive ship could actually fly through the air—it was truly astonishing.
Luo Cheng had seen descriptions of this ship in the Xuanyuan Record.
Once called the Flying Spirit Boat, it was said to have been created by a peerlessly powerful ancient sect. It could traverse vast oceans and fly through the skies, virtually indestructible!
Though countless ages had passed, the once-unrivaled ancient sect had long since been lost to the river of history, yet the Flying Spirit Boat had been passed down! 𝘯𝑜𝑣𝑝𝑢𝘣.𝑐𝑜𝑚
As Luo Cheng marveled at the inexorable passage of time, he suddenly sensed a cold gaze and looked back to see Han Feng.
"Heh, you’re on the fifth warship too. Seems my luck isn’t half bad."
Han Feng stared at Luo Cheng, a grin on his face.
Luo Cheng rolled his eyes. Of course, he’d run into him. He replied indifferently, "I’d say your luck’s pretty poor."
Han Feng didn’t grow angry but smiled slyly instead: "Just wait and see—you won’t be insolent for long!"
Uninterested in further conversation, Luo Cheng turned his gaze away.
After a quarter of an hour, the Flying Spirit Boat gradually slowed and emerged from the cloud layers.
Looking downward, Luo Cheng saw a verdant island come into view.
The island spanned several hundred miles and was encircled by tributaries of the Luoyan River.
Within the island, the mountains and forests were lush and unbroken, brimming with vitality. At its core stood a towering and majestic peak.
The solitary peak, shrouded in mist, exuded a kind of grandeur akin to reaching the summit!
From an aerial view, the entire island resembled a green emerald, with occasional distant roars of unknown beasts echoing forth.
"Harness the strength of the wind and ascend to the clouds! Qingyun Island! Green Cloud Trial! Let this mark the beginning of my path to growth!"
Looking at the lofty peak, Luo Cheng felt a surge of ambition to challenge the heavens.
The Flying Spirit Boat hovered over the forest surrounding the island’s perimeter, gliding slowly. Fifty iron chains dangled from the ship, extending into the woods.
An Elder appeared at the bow and called out in a clear voice:
"The Green Cloud Trial lasts for one day. Tomorrow at Chen hour, the Flying Spirit Boat will return to the sect! Begin disembarking now, according to your Identity Token numbers!"
"Numbers one to fifty, disembark!"
With the Elder’s command, fifty individuals immediately descended via the iron chains, gliding down.
"Numbers fifty-one to one hundred, disembark!"
One figure after another plunged into the boundless forest like mud cows entering the sea, disappearing without a trace.
Whether boarding or disembarking was completely randomized.
This was to prevent the participants from forming alliances prematurely, ensuring fairness.
Luo Cheng glanced at his Identity Token—number six hundred and thirteen!
"What number are you?"
Han Feng asked.
Instantly, the atmosphere shifted, and many people turned their attention to Luo Cheng.
Luo Cheng tucked away his Identity Token and replied coldly, "None of your business!"
Han Feng’s gaze darkened.
Just then, the Elder’s voice rang out: "Numbers two hundred and one to two hundred and fifty, disembark!"
"Kid, I’ll be waiting for you down there! Don’t run too far!"
With a sinister grin at Luo Cheng, Han Feng climbed onto an iron chain and slid down, vanishing into the forest in the blink of an eye.
"Numbers six hundred and one to six hundred and fifty, disembark!"
Soon, it was Luo Cheng’s turn to disembark!
