Starting as a Grandmaster, all of my cultivation techniques are at max level.

Three days is a very short time for cultivators like Xia Jin; it can even be said to pass in the blink of an eye.

But since they were settled here, no one has come to look for Xia Jin and the others in the past three days, which is rather unusual.

Xia Jin didn't care; if you weren't in a hurry, he wasn't in a hurry either.

After all, the spiritual energy in the area where this temple is located is more than ten times richer than that in the Eastern Xuan Continent.

After entering the Creation Realm, the Nine Revolutions Creation Scripture reached the seventh and eighth levels. Even without his special cultivation, his physical body was constantly absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy.

He simply put a grand chair in the courtyard and would lie on it every day to rest his mind, as if he had come to the temple for a vacation.

But at noon on the fourth day, Xia Jin was still lying in the armchair when suddenly his eyelids twitched slightly.

Someone is coming.

The gate to the courtyard where he was standing was suddenly pushed open, and a burly, middle-aged man with a full beard strode in.

As soon as the man entered, his gaze fell on Xia Jin, who was lying on the armchair.

"How can this kid be so rude?!" The bearded man frowned slightly, looking at Xia Jin, who was still sitting with her eyes closed and motionless, with an unfriendly gaze.

He strode up to Xia Jin, looked down at him, and made no attempt to hide his displeasure.

"cough!"

He coughed loudly.

Xia Jin remained unmoved.

The bearded man's eye twitched, and he coughed again, this time louder.

Xia Jin finally reacted. He lazily raised his eyelids, glanced at the person who had come in, and then closed them again.

"..." The bearded man's face instantly darkened.

He had been in the temple for many years. Although he wasn't a high-ranking or powerful figure, he was still a veteran. Normally, when the temple disciples saw him, they would all politely address him as "Mr. Yu."

Only those few monsters with monstrous talent and strength would ignore him.

And this greenhorn who has only been a student for three days dares to treat me so disrespectfully?

"Get up." His voice was low and even carried a hint of anger.

Xia Jin slowly opened her eyes, yawned, and stretched: "What's wrong? Tell me quickly."

Mr. Yu's eye twitched violently.

He took a deep breath, then another, trying to suppress his anger before speaking: "Tomorrow, all Earth-level disciples will enter the Thunder Pool for the triennial assessment. Those who fail will be expelled from the Temple. You newcomers will also have to participate."

After saying that, he glared at Xia Jin and turned to leave.

He feared that if he lingered any longer, he might lose his temper and attack this arrogant newcomer. The temple's rules forbade direct attacks between fellow disciples. Even he dared not break this rule.

"Goodbye and don't bother seeing me off!"

Xia Jin's languid voice came from behind him. Mr. Yu paused, gritted his teeth, and sternly left the courtyard without turning around.

......

Mr. Yu's face was so gloomy it looked like it could drip water.

"Fine, very well." He gritted his teeth, a cold glint in his eyes.

He stretched out his hand, and three white beads appeared in his palm.

"According to the temple's rules, you newcomers are supposed to have special privileges. You can wear a lightning-resistant bead when entering the lightning pool to withstand the first three bolts of heavenly lightning." Mr. Yu sneered, "What a pity, what a pity. If you don't know etiquette, then don't blame me."

He clenched his fist tightly, and the three white beads instantly turned into dust, scattering in the wind.

After doing all this, he snorted coldly and turned to leave.

......

In Xia Jin's courtyard.

Not long after Mr. Yu left, Venerable Miaodi and Jian Wuhen appeared in front of Xia Jin.

"Brother Xia!" Jian Wuhen frowned as he looked at Xia Jin, who was still lying in the armchair, and asked, "Who was that person just now? He seemed to leave with a dark face. Was he here to cause you trouble again?"

"You mean that guy? Does he even deserve to cause me trouble?" Xia Jin said with a smile. "However, he seems to have told us to participate in some kind of triennial Thunder Pool assessment tomorrow."

......

Early the next morning, Xia Jin and the other two arrived at the huge stone gate that led into the Thunder Pool.

At this moment, dozens of people had gathered in front of the stone gate.

"Hmm? There are quite a few people here!" Xia Jin glanced around casually and found that apart from the other five people who passed the test with them that day, he did not recognize the rest of them. They must all be old people who entered the temple early on.

Mr. Yu was standing on one side of the stone gate. When he saw Xia Jin arrive, a faint hint of sarcasm appeared on his face.

"The time has come."

"The assessment begins."

A deep voice suddenly rang out, coming from inside the stone gate.

As soon as the words were spoken, the elders sprang into action. They rushed into the stone gate one after another, and within a few breaths, dozens of them had all entered the Thunder Pool, leaving only Xia Jin and a few other newcomers standing in place.

Mr. Yu walked out from one side of the stone gate, looked at Xia Jin and the others, and had a faint mockery on his face.

"Aren't you going in yet?" He said with a sneer, "Let me remind you, the further you go into this Thunder Pool, the more violent the heavenly lightning will become. If you don't go in now, you'll regret it later."

The three people from the Western Continent exchanged a glance, and without hesitation, rushed into the stone gate.

The two from the Apocalypse Continent followed closely behind, with the man carrying a black spear taking the lead.

The moment he stepped through the stone gate,

"boom!"

A thick bolt of lightning descended from the sky, striking him directly on the head.

The man's expression changed, and he instantly drew his black spear to meet the descending lightning bolt. But just as the lightning was about to strike him, the white bead hanging around his neck suddenly lit up, and a transparent light shield instantly enveloped his entire body.

The lightning struck the protective shield with a muffled thud, then vanished without a trace.

"What's going on!?" A hint of doubt flashed in the man's eyes, but he didn't stop and continued forward, soon disappearing into the lightning.

Xia Jin's pupils contracted slightly as she instantly noticed the problem: all of those people were wearing the same white beads around their necks.

He then looked at Jian Wuhen and Venerable Miaodi beside him, but their necks were empty.

Xia Jin narrowed her eyes and turned to look at Mr. Yu, who was sneering to the side.

For a moment, their eyes met.

Mr. Yu's lips curled into a mocking smile, as if to say: Now you know the consequences of offending me?

Xia Jin withdrew her gaze and suddenly chuckled softly.

"Interesting." He withdrew his gaze, then looked at the two Venerable Miaodi beside him. "Let's go in and take a look."

"Brother Xia, have we been tricked by this guy...?" Jian Wuhen wanted to say something more.

Xia Jin waved her hand, interrupting him: "A few bolts of heavenly lightning, what's there to be afraid of? Follow me, you'll be fine!"

After saying that, he strode toward the stone gate.

Jian Wuhen and Venerable Miaodi exchanged a glance, glared fiercely at Mr. Yu, and then quickly followed.

The three figures quickly disappeared into the stone gate.

Mr. Yu watched their disappearing figures, his cold smile deepening.

"You ignorant newbies. Without that lightning-repelling pearl, let's see how long you can last. The heavenly lightning in the Thunder Pool is no joke."