Reborn right after ascending to immortality?

Chapter 32 An Sheng: "Then you really did have diarrhea."

"It's a real pity. I have also found a talented child, that is, Miss Zhang Yan."

"It was a beautiful woman from the Hehuan Sect who spoke softly."

Who is Zhang Yan?

"It was An Sheng's defense lawyer who was brought to court in such a state. The presiding judge was so angry that he ruled it as contempt of court and continued to investigate thoroughly. Once he got to the bottom of it, he found out all the lawyer's past misconduct."

"I see."

Everyone praises the fickle demon, and everyone fears the fickle demon.

No wonder.

An Sheng did indeed display the prowess of the demonic path in this battle, but the method of passing the level was simply too demonic.

That's a bit extreme.

The four major demonic sects felt they couldn't keep such a heaven-defying individual. Now was a time of strict law enforcement, and they were bound to cause trouble outside one day. Ten clans wouldn't be enough to slaughter them.

“An Sheng is our nephew by seniority, and he has done so much for the Demonic Path Society. We can’t let him feel disheartened.”

"You should accept this genius from the demonic sect; I won't compete with you for him."

"No, you should keep it. It's my brother's thoughtful gesture."

The four demons all yielded to each other, and for a time they were brothers and sisters, their relationship was harmonious.

"Since everyone is declining, I think we should do this," said the leader of the Qiongji Sect. "Whoever didn't come, will take An Sheng."

The four demons exchanged glances, each with a different expression. As everyone knows, there are five of the four great demons, and the fifth one is the 'Immortal of Impermanence' who is imprisoned at the bottom of the Nine Netherworld.

"You mean to send An Sheng back to the Impermanence Sect?"

"That's right, anyway, he joined the Impermanence Society when he was in Kunlun."

"But the Wuchang Sect is in the second realm, and it hasn't recruited students in the first realm for ten years."

"If we put in a little effort, use our connections, and pull some strings, we can probably get him transferred to the second level of the case, right?"

"That's right, I could tell this kid is destined for jail. We shouldn't ruin his future!"

Several senior members of the Demonic Sect immediately had an idea. They all smiled knowingly and used their connections to try to send their nephew An Sheng to an even deeper prison.

An Sheng was unaware that he had been thoroughly arranged by the big shots.

He had just regained consciousness, and his thoughts were still very hazy.

To prevent the years spent in the Illusionary Realm from eroding one's real-life personality, the Realm Spirit directly erases the examinee's memories of the Illusionary Realm. An Sheng can no longer remember the contents of that realm.

All An Sheng knew was that she had stayed inside for a very long time.

He looked at the evaluation given by the spirit: "Top Grade, Excellent".

Her achievements in her previous life were even better than those of An Sheng (ranked B).

The supervising official once said that the more stable one's Daoist heart is and the more righteous one's mind is, the higher one's score will be in this test of proving one's Daoist heart.

An Sheng smiled confidently. He was a person who only cared about grades. Since he had gotten such a high score, it meant that he must be a mentally normal person.

There is absolutely no need to use hypnosis.

"Brother Ansheng, I've finally found you! I've been looking for you for ages!"

Mei Yun woke up before An Sheng. They entered the illusion in different areas and were unaware of each other's situation.

This third trial is extremely dangerous.

Many disciples of the demonic sects, having become entangled in the illusionary realm of Taixu, went astray and could no longer awaken from the mortal world.

The physical body outside becomes an empty shell, like a walking corpse sitting cross-legged on the ground, with a happy and satisfied smile on its lips.

When Mei Yun woke up, all around her were empty shells, devoid of souls; there wasn't a single living person.

He frantically searched for An Sheng, his heart filled with immense anxiety, his worried expression evident, fearing that he might not be able to find An Sheng again.

Seeing Mei Yun's anxious appearance, An Sheng couldn't help but feel a little warm inside.

The two were of one mind and their understanding remained unchanged.

An Sheng was also anxiously searching for Mei Yun, fearing that she might not wake up.

"I knew it! Thank goodness, Brother An Sheng is really alright!"

Seeing that An Sheng was safe and sound, Mei Yun finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a huge weight lifted from her heart.

Otherwise, if I copy such a high score and can't find anyone to brag to, wouldn't it be a waste of time?

When Mei Yun woke up, she found everyone around her dead, which made her extremely anxious. Fortunately, An Sheng was awake and remained rational.

"Ugh."

Mei Yun sighed softly, like a lonely swordsman, a bitter smile playing on her lips, and spoke slowly in a melancholy tone,

"I didn't do well enough this time. I could have done better, but I was too careless."

He glanced at An Sheng's expression out of the corner of his eye, his eyes gleaming with secret delight beneath the black cloth.

[A heroic sacrifice: This young man, righteous and averse to evil, died in battle against the patriarch of the royal family, perishing together with the evil villain.]

Mei Yun also knew her own achievement: she had perished together with the Wang family patriarch. She must have relied on her longsword to fight one fierce battle after another, and had honorably defeated an enemy of a higher level.

Finally, the oil lamp burned out, and he perished together with the demon—just thinking about this heroic scene makes Mei Yun feel incredibly cool.

"I only received the 'Top Grade' rating, alas," Mei Yun sighed.

"That's true."

An Shengdao.

Upon learning of An Sheng's evaluation of "Superior Grade" and his achievement of "Great Slaying of Hongtu," Mei Yun was immediately astonished.

"Why is it 'Great Slaying of Hongtu'?" Mei Yun asked with a sullen face.

"It must have been me, with my longsword, fighting one fierce battle after another, honorably defeating enemies far stronger than myself."
Finally, the oil lamp burned out, perishing along with the demon, his parents, grandparents, aunts, neighbors, and even the village dogs.

An Sheng looked confident.

Mei Yun found An Sheng's vivid description very reasonable, realizing that her own understanding of chivalry still needed improvement.

The jury will calculate the overall score across three trials and rank the cases.

An Sheng and Mei Yun stayed in Taixu the longest, one for six years and the other for three years, so they were the last to wake up.

Apart from the two of them, nearly half of the candidates who participated in the third round of auditions passed the third round and are now waiting for their admission notices in the waiting area.

The remaining half of the disciples who did not wake up had their souls left in the void, never to awaken again.

While the attrition rate may seem high, it also significantly damages the talent pool.

Whether it's the Kaosheng or the Immortal Realm, it's a lose-lose situation, but that's not actually the case.

It's a win-win.

Now we live in a lawless world where the death penalty has long been abolished; this third trial is simply a diversion of prisoners.

Those who failed the exam are no longer eligible for admission to any sect.

Even with the highest degree from a juvenile detention center, you won't find a job in the Netherworld.

Rather than facing a miserable end of life with a clear conscience, it's better to leave your soul in a beautiful illusion and enjoy it for decades or even centuries.

What's wrong with a fantasy world?
This is a win.

Furthermore, the righteous path will make the best use of their idle bodies. Soulless bodies are the most useful employees on the immortal factory's assembly line.

This is a win-win situation.

During their imprisonment, their bodies are rented out to Kunlun for free; after the sentences of several decades or even hundreds of years are completed, they are paid wages based on working hours, but these wages must first be used to pay off their debts.

The souls of the tortured beings reside in the Illusory Realm, which naturally requires rent, and they also have to pay monthly property management fees to the spirits of the Illusory Realm.
These scattered accounts add up to debts that have accumulated over decades or even centuries, and this debt must be repaid first.

The sentence was too long; he couldn't pay off his mortgage, so his body was mortgaged to Kunlun.

Spiritual roots, dantian, and limbs are all treasures; even useless old heads can be listed for auction on second-hand platforms.

Or they could be rented to powerful beings nearing the end of their lifespan for possession.

Once this process is completed, if the rent cannot be paid, the Illusory Realm will release the soul on its own.

In the world of cultivation and rule of law, even the sunlight shines into the underworld. Those wandering souls, homeless and adrift, disperse upon encountering the sunlight.

An Sheng watched silently as the torturers carried away one body after another, among them were familiar faces who had ridden the same celestial ladder.

An Sheng's face remained unmoved; this was how everyone had cultivated themselves for years.

"The Impermanent Demon Prince, Young Master Mei, please come with me."

At this moment, a young Taoist boy with bright eyes and white teeth walked over.

He bowed first.
"Minister Li wants to see you."

(End of this chapter)