Invincible At The Start

Chapter 228, Trial Grain and Brutal Trial

Translator: Tamon

Translation Checker: Silavin

The failing cultivators looked on with regret at their own weak wills.  [Why did I give up?]

As for those that passed, the pressure lifted the moment the incense burned up.

“Congratulations on your resolve. You’ve passed the first trial and are eligible to enter the disciple contest.”

The cultivators relaxed at Chen Changan’s words.

Fa Tian, Bai Yue, Qin Xiuwen, and a few others had flat looks, finding it only natural to pass.

Foxy smiled and wiped her brow.

Mo Wentian was panting and soaked in sweat, like a wet rag. He slumped on the ground the moment he passed, looking mighty pleased with himself.

“Rotten geezer, weren’t you saying I’d fail? Well, aren’t I great? I passed!”

The one-eyed Immortal Emperor freeloading in his mindscape mocked, “And? This was but the start and a hundred thousand already got kicked out. Do you think you’ll have a better chance coming up on top among the remaining fifty thousand?”

Mo Wentian’s mood was the pits.

“And why can’t I, geezer? You leeched on me for over a dozen years, so can’t you have a bit of confidence in me? You only know how to discredit me!”

The Immortal Emperor rolled his eye. “I’d love to, but I just don’t have it in me to believe in you.”

“Damn bloody bastard, loafer…” Mo Wentian’s curses became more colorful.

Chen Changan spoke, “With the first trial over, I shall now tell you about the disciple contest. The place you are in right now is the Trial Tower.”

“Trial Tower?” Many asked.

“The golden tower you’ve seen in Myriad Mountains.” Chen Changan continued, “It has eighteen floors, and the trial that you passed was the very first, as well as the first floor.

“What this means is that you have to pass the tower’s remaining seventeen floors or seventeen trials.”

The cultivators, be they inside or outside the tower gasped in shock.

They knew the contest was brutal, but this was hell.

The first trial was over and already failed a hundred thousand of cultivators. Just how many more could pass all the next seventeen trials?

Their confidence balked. Some were worried, despairing they were doomed to fail.

While even fewer couldn’t be more confident, thinking the trials were as good as done. Fa Tian, Qin Xiuwen, Fa Tian and Bai Yue were among them.

Mo Wentian, by comparison, had a dumb look on his face. The first trial had him on the verge of breaking.

[Mommy, I wanna go home! Now there’s seventeen more?]

The Immortal Emperor cackled in his mind. “Scared yet?”

“I’m not damn turtle, that’s for sure. I can pass ’em with my eyes closed.”

Mo Wentian’s mood sank. [The geezer only knows how to kick someone when they’re down. One day he’ll be sorry!]

The Trial Tower sported a gate out of nowhere, the access to the second floor.

The cultivators arrived on the second floor, to a sea of flames and thick Immortal Energy.

Sweat poured down on the cultivators under the sweltering heat.

Chen Changan said, “Cross the sea of fire and you may reach the entrance to the next floor.”

It was a path ridden with flames that went through the blistering sea of flames.

The fire seas on its sides lashed out with fire serpents that crossed over the path.

The contestants had to not only fight back the heat, but handle the fire serpents as well.

This trial was sure to cull the weak. Leaving the path and falling in the sea of flames meant failing and being sent out of the tower.

Chen Changan finished his explanation by giving each of them a golden grain, marking the start of the trial.

Many rushed towards the path. The strongest ended up being the fastest, leaving the weak ones behind.

Chen Changan watched as the tens of thousands of cultivators entered the trial.

In his eyes, the trial wasn’t hard. With a bit of awareness to avoid the fire serpents’ attacks and the scorching heat, the trial would be passed.

But there was one thing they had to be on guard against, each other.

The contest was brutal, allowing only one winner out of fifty thousands. Infighting was unavoidable.

“Chaos should start right about now.”

And right on time too.

The cultivators had to fight off the heat, the serpents, but also each other. It was due to the golden grain he left on each of them.

Dubbed Trial Grain, it would save their lives in a moment of danger by sending them out of the tower when crushed.

The cultivators, be it by losing their Trial Grain or falling in the sea of fire, would be eliminated from the contest.

In order to reduce their numbers, fighting was unavoidable.

From this trial onward, Chen Changan would no longer interfere in their affairs.

As chaos spread, the cultivators would use any chance to strike at their neighbor. Many of them plunged into the flames, wailing and screaming in fear. Falling inside meant dying, burned to a crisp.

The audience outside trembled in fear, witnessing the second floor taking eight thousand lives.

Qin Xiuwen, Fa Tian, and Bai Yue were under attack as well, to little effect. Their attackers made the wrong move in coming after these geniuses, ending up being removed the fastest of them all.

With how weak most cultivators were, even with great resolve, what could they do?

They would either fall into the sea of flames or die from being struck down by the fire serpents.

Some died just from the geniuses’ retaliation alone.

The second floor was like a miniature Nine Province Continent, exposing the world’s cruelty for all to see.

They would either pass the killing path or die in the process!