Good Fortune Immortal Road

Chapter 2: The Test Continues

Having successfully condensed the Seed of Good Fortune, Shen Lang from the Seed of Good Fortune began observing the other youths around him.

Most people were still contemplating, but only a few were able to successfully read the contents of the jade slip and began searching for the essence of Good Fortune from the box.

There were also a few who didn't read the contents but still tried to find the essence of Good Fortune like others, but unfortunately, they gained nothing.

After a while, someone suddenly exclaimed, "Great! I have condensed the Seed of Good Fortune. I am now an official disciple!" This caused the people around to look at him.

The person in the red robe coldly snorted, causing the young man to be struck by lightning, immediately breaking out in a cold sweat and not daring to speak, disturbing others.

Although this young man appeared obedient on the surface, he was unwilling in his heart: "This old man must be jealous of my exceptional talent, Jiang Tao. Today's shame will be repaid in the future."

Shen Lang glanced at Jiang Tao and saw a hint of unwillingness in his eyes. He found it amusing that some people were so self-righteous, not knowing that the bird shot is easy to dodge, but the hidden arrow is hard to guard against.

The person in the red robe noticed the flash of resentment in Jiang Tao's eyes and looked at Shen Lang, nodding in satisfaction.

After a while, more than ten people successfully condensed the Seed of Good Fortune, but it was unclear how far they had progressed.

As time passed, some succeeded while more failed. There were even some who didn't even read the jade slip. The designated time limit was approaching, and only about forty to fifty people successfully condensed the seed.

The person in the red robe spoke again, "Alright, the time is up. Those who failed to condense the Seed of Good Fortune, stand on the left. Those who succeeded, stand on the right."

In no time, about forty to fifty excited young people stood on the right side of the person in the red robe, while the majority who failed lowered their heads and sobbed.

The person in the red robe glanced at the young people on the right, a hint of severity flashing in his eyes. He looked at everyone with a gloomy expression.

"I'll give you another chance. Don't think about taking advantage of the situation. Stand over there immediately."

Immediately, a few young people were scared and ran to the left. Ignoring them, a murderous intent emanated from the person in the red robe, "It seems that my words have fallen on deaf ears."

The person in the red robe snorted in anger, and several young people on the right fell to the ground, bleeding from their seven orifices, struggling to breathe.

The person in the red robe pointed at the fallen young people, "Although I usually have a good temper, I hate being lied to. Come, take these fools who don't know their place to Yin Feng Ridge."

The two black-clothed people behind swiftly grabbed these young people and swiftly left.

The thunderous anger immediately frightened the remaining young people, and they didn't dare to make a sound. The person in the red robe then ordered, "Those on the right, stay. Those on the left, leave."

Watching these young people being taken away to become menial laborers, Shen Lang felt relieved but also a bit sympathetic. Just like him, only a few could become official disciples, while the majority could only become menial laborers.

This was fate. Only a few people would achieve success, while others would be eliminated. The law of the jungle was a theorem in any world.

Especially in this world that emphasized personal ability, only by becoming strong could one control their own destiny.

Only by becoming a true powerhouse could one avoid being eliminated and abandoned like today. One must exert more effort, constantly reach new heights, defeat all enemies in front, and become the strongest. This was the goal Shen Lang secretly set for himself.

As this thought appeared in his mind, this consciousness flowed into the Seed of Good Fortune in Shen Lang's sea of consciousness, embodying his belief. Even Shen Lang himself didn't realize that the strongest seed had already been planted, waiting to take root, sprout, and bear fruit.

After the eliminated disciples left, the person in the red robe spoke again, "Congratulations on passing the first test. Even if you don't become official disciples this time, you are much stronger than those menial laborers. Now, the second round of testing begins."

These young people who had finally succeeded in condensing the seed thought they would become official disciples directly, but they didn't expect there to be another round of testing. They were dumbfounded.

Although Shen Lang was a bit surprised, he quickly adjusted. He recalled the words the person in the red robe had said earlier. The previous test was only to assess their aptitude, and it was normal to have other challenges.

Confidence flashed in Shen Lang's eyes, and he silently clenched his fist to encourage himself. This was just a small test on the path forward.

The person in the red robe took out a few small flags from his pocket and casually threw them, enveloping these young people, forming a strange pattern. This was the illusion array used by the Netherworld Sect to test the temperament of their disciples.

With a mocking tone, the person in the red robe said, "Although the previous test was a bit challenging, it wasn't dangerous. The upcoming test, however, is very interesting. If you feel that you can't complete it, speak up now."

Looking at the expression of the person in red, Shen Lang had a bad feeling. Could there be a more difficult assessment than condensing the Seed of Good Fortune?

After hearing this, the other youths began to whisper and discuss, not knowing what the person in red meant.

"I've thought it through. Now hurry up and withdraw. It's just a few years of being a servant. There will still be a chance to become an official disciple. Don't accidentally ruin yourself here."

Slowly, a few youths walked out and were led away by the person in black. After no one else withdrew, the person in red spoke, "Alright, since no one else is withdrawing, let's begin now. The time limit is also two hours."

As soon as the words fell, the scene in front of Shen Lang and the others suddenly changed: the previous hall, the person in red, and even the others around them disappeared.

There was only boundless darkness, unable to distinguish east, west, south, or north. It was like a vacuum of silence, without any sound or light. If it weren't for the ability to think, Shen Lang would have thought he had died again.

Time slowly passed, and Shen Lang persisted without any changes. Gradually, Shen Lang became restless and increasingly felt agitated and disturbed. There was a strong urge to destroy, wanting to leave this environment.

Although the person in red outside couldn't see the situation of each person inside, some people couldn't hold on and were sent out of the formation. Soon, the number of people being sent out gradually increased.

Until the end, when there were only four people left, the time had already exceeded two hours. The person in red divided the youths who didn't last two hours into two groups: one group lasted less than an hour, and the other group lasted less than two hours.

And these four had to come out on their own. The first one to come out among the four was Jiang Tao, who had shouted earlier. Looking at the others standing in front of him, Jiang Tao proudly said, "I am indeed talented, and I am the last one to persist."

The person in red snorted coldly, somewhat disdainful of this self-satisfied youth. After hearing the voice, Jiang Tao also realized that there were three people who lasted longer than him.

Jiang Tao couldn't bear it on his face and thought to himself, "Hmph, one day, I will make you all know how amazing I am."

The second youth also came out, but he was a chubby boy with a stupid appearance. Looking at the others standing there and the other two who hadn't come out yet, he foolishly scratched his head and laughed.

After another stick of incense's time, the third youth also came out. Surprisingly, it was a delicate-looking girl. She looked around arrogantly but didn't react to anything.

Looking at the last three youths who came out, the person in red nodded in satisfaction. The disciples selected this time were considered good compared to previous years.

"Not bad. I didn't expect to encounter a few good talents this time. But don't get too proud. Those who can become official disciples are not inferior to you in talent, and there are even many whose talents surpass yours. The path of cultivation is not solely determined by talent. Be proud when you truly become strong."

After saying that, he ignored everyone else and focused on Shen Lang, curious about what Shen Lang had experienced and why he hadn't come out after so long.

Speaking of Shen Lang, in this boundless darkness, the endless darkness and silence, the restless emotions were eroding Shen Lang's heart. At this moment, a warm current suddenly flowed out from the Seed of Good Fortune, soothing Shen Lang's emotions and making him calm down.

An inspiration flashed through his mind. It was said that before the chaos was divided, the world was like this, boundless and without any distinction of time and space, only lonely darkness.

In the chaos, Pangu, the Great God, was conceived. As soon as he was born, he used a giant axe to split open this boundless world, creating a new world.

Thinking of this, Shen Lang had a thought, and the surrounding scenery began to change. Shen Lang found himself inside a giant egg, wielding the Opening Heaven Axe in his hand, and with the Good Fortune Jade Butterfly above his head and the Chaos Azure Lotus beneath his feet.

The boundless darkness of the chaotic world surrounded him, with chaotic currents constantly attacking, and three thousand demons trying to stop Shen Lang, who had transformed into Pangu Opening Heaven. A great battle was about to begin.

Shen Lang swung his axe at the approaching demons, while the Azure Lotus under his feet resisted the attacks from the demons. The jade disc above his head constantly transmitted the profound truths of the Great Dao, and Shen Lang's cultivation continued to rise as he fought.

The remaining demons became fewer and fewer, but those who could survive until the end were the most apex-level existences, all rushing towards Shen Lang.

In the final battle, as Shen Lang fought, the giant axe became damaged, the Azure Lotus couldn't withstand the attacks from the demons, and cracks appeared on the jade disc. Shen Lang was also injured in several places, his blood staining the chaos. The other demons were also in a sorry state, with severed limbs and torn apart.

In the last move of the decisive battle, Shen Lang exerted all his strength and killed all the demons. After a loud roar, he split open this lifeless chaotic world with a mighty swing of his axe. Shen Lang saw the light shining and felt the flow of wind. He saw the world he had created with his own hands, so beautiful. But the heavens and earth began to gradually close.

Shen Lang didn't want the heavens and earth to be destroyed, so he transformed into a giant figure, supporting the Opening Heaven, growing taller by a foot every day, until he reached a height of ninety thousand li. He didn't know how long had passed, but finally the heavens and earth stopped closing, and Shen Lang could finally relax.

However, at this moment, Shen Lang was already exhausted, with no strength left. His huge body collapsed with a loud crash. His right eye turned into the sun, his left eye turned into the moon, and his last breath turned into wind and clouds. The last sound he made turned into thunder. In this way, Shen Lang's body transformed into everything in the heavens and earth.

At this moment, Shen Lang's consciousness finally woke up. He became the last person to come out, looking at everything around him. It turned out that what had just happened was just a dream. Shen Lang didn't know whether to feel sad or happy.

Seeing Shen Lang finally come out, the person in the red robe laughed heartily and said, "Not bad, not bad. You stayed in there for a whole day and night, and it was not in vain for me to wait specifically for you to come out."

Not saying anything, but upon hearing the person in the red robe say a whole day and night, Shen Lang realized that there were only two people left around him, himself and the person in the red robe. The others had disappeared, and he hadn't eaten anything for a whole day. Suddenly, his stomach growled loudly.

(End of this chapter)