The evil woman cultivates immortality, and the whole clan offers sacrifice to the heaven

Chapter 159 The Evil Side and the Good Side

Through Fat Bear's sensing magic weapon, Meng Wan discovered that Xue Wuya and the Demon Dao Saint Yao Heng were in the same place.

After a little thought, Meng Wan ordered the Fat Bear clone to rush towards the direction where Xue Wuya and Yaoheng were.

She herself hid her body, following far behind, secretly observing everything around her.

One day later, Fat Bear arrived at his destination - near a tall altar.

The altar was surrounded by spiritual energy, and the light of the forbidden ban could be vaguely seen flickering.

Xue Wuya was wearing a blood-red robe and standing with his hands behind his back.

Beside him, Yaoheng, Guiren, Lushao and several other saints and quasi-saints, as well as some other cultivators were also present.

The atmosphere was a little tense, but all the saints restrained themselves and did not take action.

"Fat Bear, you're finally here!"

When Lingju saw Fat Bear, he immediately went up to him and said in a friendly tone, "We have been waiting for you for a long time."

Yaoheng was dressed in red, looking enchanting and charming. She leaned lazily against an ancient tree and spoke nonchalantly.

"The assessment is about to begin. If you don't come, we will abandon you."

Fat Bear bowed to Yao Heng and said, "Sir, I am late. Please forgive me."

Yaohan waved her hand casually, "It's okay, as long as we got here in time."

Fat Bear chuckled, then stood side by side with the spirit horse.

Lingju glanced at him and asked in a low voice, "Why are you so late?"

Fat Bear said vaguely: "I was delayed on the way."

Upon hearing this, Lingju did not ask much, but just whispered to Fat Bear about the possible assessment content that might appear after the Duobao Pavilion was opened.

Half an hour later, Meng Wan also arrived at the altar and reunited with Xue Wuya.

"Sir, I finally found you."

Xue Wuya was the first to notice Meng Wan's rapid increase in cultivation, and his mood became complicated for a moment.

In less than two days, Meng Wan actually advanced to the sixth level of foundation building. Her cultivation speed was astonishingly fast.

This made him both fearful and angry.

The chess piece that could originally be manipulated at will now has a tendency to slip out of control.

"You came."

Xue Wuya's tone was indifferent, as if he didn't care why she came so late, "Have you seen Qingling?"

Meng Wan lowered her eyebrows and looked submissive, with a hint of uneasiness in her tone.

"I have indeed seen Senior Sister Qingling. However, when I arrived, Senior Sister Qingling... had already... died."

She paused, secretly looked up to observe Xue Wuya's reaction, and seeing that his face was calm and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry, she couldn't help but look nervous.

Xue Wuya asked in a cold voice, "Let me ask you, at whose hands did Qing Ling die?"

Meng Wan lowered her head, her voice trembling.

"It was someone from the Gu Dao School who did it. I was not able to see clearly who it was. I only managed to snatch Senior Sister Qingling's... corpse from that person."

Having said that, Meng Wan bit her lip, as if she found it difficult to speak.

“I originally planned to bring my sister’s corpse back to present to the Saint Son, but I was chased by the Gu cultivator who killed my sister Qingling, and I was in danger.

In desperation, I refined the corpse of my senior sister and broke through the sixth level of foundation building, and only then was I lucky enough to escape."

Meng Wan fell to the ground, trembling, "I have overstepped my bounds, please punish me, Holy Son! If you want to suck all my blood and essence, I will have no complaints!"

Xue Wuya looked at Meng Wan who was crawling on the ground, and a complex light flashed in his eyes.

Qingling is dead, there is no need to pursue this matter any further.

It doesn't matter what the truth is.

The important thing is that he will still need Meng Wan in the next assessment.

"Get up," Xue Wuya said in a slower tone, "Since you have already refined Qing Ling, it is your destiny. No need to think too much." He paused and turned his gaze to the altar, "The test will begin soon. Since you have already reached the sixth level of foundation building, you should do your best to pass the test of Duobao Pavilion and win the treasure for me."

Hearing this, Meng Wan let out a long sigh, quickly got up, and said with tears of gratitude.

"Thank you, Holy Son. Thank you, Holy Son, for your grace! I will do my best to win the treasure for you!"

After expressing her loyalty, Meng Wan stood behind Xue Wuya sensibly, quietly waiting for the test to begin.

Soon, a dazzling golden light shot up into the sky from the altar and enveloped the entire square.

"The test begins!"

Someone in the crowd shouted, and there was a commotion in the square.

In the center of the altar, a huge mask appeared out of thin air, half white and half black, emitting a strange light.

Below the mask, countless black and white masks are floating.

A vague voice sounded in everyone's ears, "Choose a mask you like and let it become your face."

The rules of the game instantly entered everyone's mind: the white mask represents the good side, and the black mask represents the evil side.

The Good Face cannot kill people or actively attack, and only has the ability to save people.

If the person wearing the good face does not help the dying person, the face will automatically turn into the evil face.

A person with an evil face can kill people, but cannot save people.

After killing three people, he will automatically transform into a good person.

Each mask can only be transformed once.

"The test will last for one day. When the countdown ends, the one wearing the good mask will win."

The ethereal voice sounded again, "The assessment will officially begin after one stick of incense. Those who have not chosen a mask within one stick of incense will be deemed to have given up the assessment."

Hearing this, everyone looked at each other, and for a moment, no one dared to step forward to make a choice.

"Hmph, I'll go first!"

Ghost Blade sneered, flew up, grabbed a black evil mask and put it on his face.

As soon as the mask was in his hand, it completely merged with his face, as if it was born on his face, completely concealing the Ghost Blade's entire figure and breath.

With Ghost Blade taking the lead, the others also stepped forward to choose their own masks.

Almost all the monks chose the evil side. After all, each face only has one chance to change, and choosing the good side means being at the mercy of others.

"Son, how should we choose?"

Meng Wan turned and looked at Xue Wuya, her eyes full of respect.

"Choose the evil side. Quickly kill two people, capture one more, and finally kill the prisoner before the countdown ends, and you will pass the level perfectly."

Xue Wuya flew forward, and when he turned back again, he had a black mask in his hand.

"What the Holy Son said is very true."

Meng Wan followed closely and also chose a black evil face.

By the time everyone had finished choosing their masks, an incense stick of time had almost passed.

As the test officially began, Ghost Blade, who was the first to put on the mask, grinned grimly and his figure instantly disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, he appeared in front of a lone monk. In the other's frightened eyes, his ghostly hand pierced the other's heart without hesitation.

"First!"

Ghost Blade laughed arrogantly, his eyes flashing with bloodthirsty light under the black mask.

Killing broke out near the altar.

The monks wearing evil masks attacked the people around them frantically like hungry wolves pouncing on sheep.

Screams and curses rang out one after another, and the ground was stained red with blood.

(End of this chapter)