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"!!!"

The moment the young Fu Xiu landed on his buttocks, the entire cliff trembled slightly, and several pieces of rock fell into the abyss below.

Cheng Jiangui was used to being kicked, so he wasn't too angry. He just felt a little pain in his butt when he landed, and rubbed it pitifully.

The sect leader of the Wind and Thunder Sect was extremely dissatisfied and shouted, challenging the rules: "Why are we being stopped for this? We didn't even use our swords!"

The monk slowly raised his eyes, his voice completely calm: "Even a swordsman won't do."

Cheng Jiangui: "???"

The Sect Master of the Wind and Thunder Sect: "..."

The few brilliant members of the Wind and Thunder Sect stood obediently in place, witnessing their master fail the trial.

Ji Zhao's eyes lit up, and he raised his hand fiercely: "Then can you kick me? I shouldn't be considered a jerk!"

A bright, intelligent lightbulb seemed to appear on Song Heming's forehead. He slammed his fist into his palm: "That makes sense!"

They believed that all of them combined were not as despicable as Cheng Jiangui.

The boys, full of youthful vigor, began their mission.

Ji Zhao stood obediently on the edge of the cliff, waiting to be kicked.

Song Heming took a few steps back, leaving some distance, and jogged to help himself. He concentrated his spiritual energy in his golden right leg and kicked Ji Zhao hard in the buttocks.

"Whoosh~"

The boy let out a "whoosh," covered his butt, and flew into the air, drawing a perfect parabola with his body, and actually made it across smoothly.

Cheng Jiangui: "..."

The Sect Master of the Wind and Thunder Sect: "..."

The sect leader of the Wind and Thunder Sect rubbed his eyes in disbelief, then picked up Cheng Jiangui, who had landed on the ground, and weighed him in his hand before asking, "Cheng Jiangui? Have you been here before?"

The young man shook his head in bewilderment.

"That's strange..." The sect leader of the Wind and Thunder Sect frowned and muttered under his breath, "Your reputation as a vile woman has even reached the Wuxiang Temple?"

Cheng Jiangui: "????"

There are many illusions in the secret realm of Wuxiang Temple. The people and things they see now are all generated autonomously by the secret realm, which is the will of the secret realm.

In other words...

This person in the secret realm genuinely felt that Cheng Jian was despicable.

Meanwhile, Song Heming discovered a new world and sent his junior brothers away one by one.

This made Lu Qiwu, who was also the senior disciple, start to ponder.

Lu Qiwu hesitated, "Are we going to go through this indecent way too?"

Qin Huan shook her head vigorously: "No, no."

It wasn't that Qin Huan was worried about injuring his buttocks; rather, he was concerned about something else: "Senior Brother, with your old arms and legs, you definitely can't kick that far."

Lu Qiwu: "..."

Lu Qiwu wanted to refute, but didn't know how. His junior brother was right; they were ultimately different from Song Heming. He was a talisman cultivator, and his physical strength was inherently weaker in comparison.

Song Heming was only able to send his junior brother there with great difficulty. Lu Qiwu took a look at the other party and the distance, and within three seconds, he decisively gave up his decision.

Lu Qiwu turned his hands behind his back and sighed wearily, "Then what should we do? If we can't fly on swords..."

The young man seemed to have a certain understanding of the rules, and confidently said, "Then we definitely can't use the Wind Control Talisman."

The monk opposite nodded and offered a friendly reminder: "No runes may be used."

"???"

A group of weak and frail cultivators, on the verge of death, were startled awake.

Chen Yi immediately expressed his dissatisfaction: "What's the difference between this and not allowing Fu Xiu to participate?"

Sword cultivators are not allowed to control their swords, and talisman cultivators are not allowed to use runes.

Lu Qiwu, hands on hips, protested, "What about alchemists? Are they also forbidden from using pills?"

The monk gave him a strange look and said softly, "The alchemists have almost all arrived."

"???"

Everyone was puzzled, only then realizing that Shen Tingsong, along with two junior brothers from the Danwang Sect, had appeared on the opposite side.

Lu Qiwu's eyes widened in disbelief: "You...you...how did you get there?"

Shen Tingsong looked completely innocent and obediently replied, "Cross the bridge."

Of course, the bridge he was talking about was the tattered little wooden stick that everyone had previously disliked.

Dan Xiu didn't have any extra abilities to pass the test; even if he used pills, he couldn't fly over.

They actually had plenty of time to sit quietly on the sidelines and watch how other sects passed the test, just like the Qingyun Sect and the Lingxiao Sect did.

But Shen Tingsong felt that even if they saw it, they wouldn't be able to learn it.

For these alchemists, this seemingly simplest method was the only feasible one.

Of course, they weren't completely unprepared.

Shen Tingsong shook the snake blood vine at his waist and offered, "I just picked up the ones you dropped on the ground and used them."

The snake-blood vines were tied to several alchemists, connecting them together, and they climbed over the wooden bridge one by one.

Even if someone falls down along the way, the vines on the other side can pull them up again.

Yunxi sat up straight, a little pink flower blooming on her head. Her precious treasure had been used by someone else, but she wasn't unhappy at all. Instead, she proudly shook her head and said, "I told you, the snake blood vine is the most useful thing!"

Lu Qiwu: "..."

The fourth alchemist has now passed through the bridge.

Lu Qiwu was completely dumbfounded: "This wooden stick looks shaky, but it's actually quite sturdy, huh?"

but……

The young man looked around and saw that there were still many people on this side of the cliff. If they relied on this wooden stick to cross in a queue, it would probably take a lot of time.

Lu Qiwu thought, "We should think of other ways to get there quickly, otherwise they'll snatch all the good treasures."

"I know you're in a hurry, but don't rush!" Qin Huan patted his shoulder, kindly comforting him, "After all, the referee hasn't arrived yet."

The sect leader of the Wind and Thunder Sect, Cheng Jiangui, and several elders of the Medicine King Sect spontaneously formed a small team and were eager to try their luck at the edge of the cliff.

Upon hearing this, the Sect Master of the Wind and Thunder Sect frowned deeply, a huge "well" appearing above his head. He then slapped Cheng Jiangui on the back of the head, looking aggrieved, and said, "What do we do? Those brats have already gone over there!"

This old bastard's team didn't have any impressive achievements in clearing the levels, but they were ranked behind his own disciple. The Fenglei Sect Master immediately flew into a rage.

Cheng Jiangui's head was filled with twinkling stars when he suddenly offered a crucial suggestion!

"How about I kick you?"

Cheng Jiangui said, "Maybe you can go over there~"

The sect leader of the Wind and Thunder Sect was stunned for a few seconds before realizing the rules of this cliff.

He couldn't kick Cheng Jiangui.

Song Heming's kicks to his junior brother were always accurate.

Perhaps it really is a problem with Cheng Jiangui's character.

The sect leader of the Wind and Thunder Sect thought it over carefully and decided that he wasn't being shameless, so he reluctantly nodded: "Then... then be gentle..."