nagpurpolice Chapter 26 seems to have overstated things.
Chapter 26 seems to have overstated things.
Zhang Ping suddenly opened his eyes and found himself standing in the stone chamber, his body stiff, but the bloodstains on his body had disappeared completely, as if he had never been stained with blood.
His chest pain was gone.
He glanced down and saw that his clothes were intact, there were no marks on his chest, and even the superficial wounds he had suffered before were gone.
But his back was soaked with sweat.
The clothes clung to my body, feeling cool and refreshing.
He knew why; it was because he was terrified by the near-death experience.
At the same time, he felt his legs go weak and his knees tremble slightly. If he hadn't been holding on by sheer willpower, he probably would have collapsed to the ground by now.
He was panting heavily, his mind a complete mess.
Wasn't I dead?
Zhang Ping glanced at Heng Ziyang and Guo Jie, and suddenly seemed to realize something.
Then look at the black mirror.
Just now, that real pain, that clear sense of death, could it all have been fake?
The two people on this side were also looking at him, but their expressions were complicated.
Heng Ziyang stood beside the stone table, but he seemed frozen in place, his expression a mixture of shock and bewilderment.
Guo Jie stood a little distance away, arms crossed, looking at him with a hint of doubt.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let the chaotic feeling in his chest calm down.
Then he opened his eyes, wanting to get to the bottom of things.
But my throat was so dry that I couldn't make a sound.
Heng Ziyang seemed to notice his state, turned around and walked to the stone table, picked up the teapot, poured a cup of water, and handed it over.
Zhang Ping took the water glass and gulped it down in one go.
The warm water slid down my throat and into my stomach, and the dry, burning sensation was slightly relieved.
He put down his cup, looked at Heng Ziyang, and said his first words after waking up, "Brother Heng, what just happened?"
He paused, his pupils flickering, "It felt like I went to a battlefield and fought with many monsters. It felt so real."
Upon hearing this, Heng Ziyang pointed directly at the black mirror and said, "This object is called the Intention Mirror."
His tone was much more serious than usual.
"Everyone who wants to join my Pure Heaven Gate must undergo the test of the Intention Mirror."
As Heng Ziyang spoke, his tone suddenly softened, and he even reached out and pulled over a stone bench, gesturing for Zhang Ping to sit down and rest.
Zhang Ping glanced at him, didn't refuse, and plopped down on the floor.
After all, my legs were really weak, and it would be too embarrassing to just sit down like that.
Seeing that he had sat down, Heng Ziyang poured another glass of water and pushed it in front of Zhang Ping, then continued, "The test of intent can test a person's strength, aptitude, and potential. These three things are what our Jingtian Sect values most."
Strength, foundation, and potential.
Zhang Ping repeated the three words in his mind, and then recalled his experience in the illusion.
The demonic beasts appeared one by one, never ganging up on each other, and their cultivation levels gradually improved, slowly rising from the fifth or sixth level of Body Tempering to the sixth level of Blood Boiling.
It was clearly designed all along.
Thinking about it this way, it's no wonder he could use his supernatural powers without restriction inside.
The test of artistic conception is not how many resources you have, but the upper limit of your own abilities.
Supernatural powers are one of his abilities, so of course he can use them.
It's just that this illusion might not have taken into account that his supernatural power was generated by the system; otherwise, the very first demon would probably have taken his life.
Thinking of this, Zhang Ping raised his head, looked at Heng Ziyang, and asked, "Have I passed this test?"
When he asked that question, he actually had a good idea of what was going on.
After all, he had killed many monsters in the Boiling Blood Realm who were of a higher level.
If this isn't enough, then there's no justice in the world.
Upon hearing this, Heng Ziyang was taken aback for a moment, and then the expression on his face became very subtle.
Just as he was about to say something, Guo Jie was very direct.
Before Heng Ziyang could speak, he had already turned around, walked to a stone cabinet in the corner of the stone chamber, opened the cabinet door, and took out several items from inside.
A set of neatly folded black clothes, exactly the same as what the two of them were wearing.
A mask, black with silver patterns, the lines resembling the fangs of some kind of beast, gleaming with a sacred light under the candlelight.
There was also a token, about the size of a palm, completely black, with a powerful "净" character engraved on the front and several cloud patterns on the back.
Guo Jie brought the three items to Zhang Ping and placed them one by one on the stone table, his movements unhurried and his expression as indifferent as ever.
It seemed normal.
Heng Ziyang watched as Guo Jie arranged the items, then grinned at Zhang Ping and said, "Passed."
"That's going too far."
His tone was so exaggerated that it didn't sound like he was talking about something serious, but Zhang Ping could tell that beneath that exaggeration lay genuine excitement.
Before Zhang Ping could even think about why, Heng Ziyang had already come closer again.
"Brother Zhang, from now on we're brothers in the same sect."
As he spoke, he picked up the mask from the table, flipped it over in his hand, and pointed to the patterns on it. "If you don't like this mask, you can exchange it. What kind do you like? Animal patterns? Cloud patterns? Or plain? I know the person in charge of the storeroom, I can get you a new one, no problem."
Zhang Ping felt a little uncomfortable looking at his obsequious manner.
However, before he could speak, Heng Ziyang leaned forward again, gently rested his shoulder against him, and said in a low voice, "I hope Brother Zhang will give me more guidance in the future."
"Promote?"
Zhang Ping was puzzled, but Heng Ziyang pointed to the black mirror and then he noticed that there were names on it.
"Cui Yue, Chen Qingmu, Wu Xiushan, Xie Wuxia..."
He muttered them one by one, and then he came to himself.
"Zhang Ping."
"Ranking on the Demon-Slaying List: Eighth."
Heng Ziyang put his arm around his shoulder and said in amazement, "This is the Intent Demon Slaying Ranking, also known as the Pure Heaven Sect's Top 100 Ranking. You are currently in the top ten, and you are the only person I have ever met since I joined the sect to reach the top ten in just one attempt."
"Therefore, the future looks very bright."
"If you ever become successful in the future, you must not forget about us two brothers."
Top 100 list, top 10?
Upon hearing this, Zhang Ping covered his face with one hand, looking somewhat bewildered.
So, isn't he just putting on airs?
I was just thinking about how to survive, how could I have imagined that the hellish place was just an illusion? I accidentally went too far.
I originally wanted to develop slowly like a salted fish, but it seems that's not possible now.
Meanwhile, in the main pavilion on Mount Cangwu.
A mountain breeze blew, causing the copper bells at the four corners of the pavilion to jingle.
The elderly man in the red and gold robe sat calmly.
The old man in the black and purple robe paced impatiently to the left and right.
"Could you please stop wandering around?" the old man in the gold and red robe said, frowning.
"Am I bothering you by wandering around?"
"You're making this old man dizzy."
"Then don't look."