The most important thing is that there will not be enough time to practice.

Three years have passed, and Shen Shan has changed a lot. He is no longer the boy from the mountain village, but has the basic qualities of an immortal cultivator.

But all the sweet dreams will disappear after this assessment.

As time goes by, the queue of people gradually decreases, and it will be Shen Shan and Gong Xinyuan's turn soon.

Those who pass the assessment can move around freely on the left side and imagine a better future.

Those who fail the assessment will be placed on the right side and guarded by ten disciples who are in the later stage of Qi Refining. Even the ability to move around freely will be deprived.

He looks like a prisoner.

"Chen Shan, who has cultivated to the second level of Qi Refining, failed the assessment."

"Demoted to a handyman."

Ma Wencai's voice sounded again, his attitude was very cold, how could he not look as gentle as before?

Strictly speaking, handymen are not considered disciples of the Yuanyang Sect.

The sect has given many young people the opportunity to embark on the path to immortality, and invested a small amount of resources in the early stage. If they can seize the opportunity, there are endless possibilities.

If you can't, you have to spend your whole life repaying the sect's investment.

This isn't fair, but teenagers don't have the right to choose.

For those who passed first, the former classmates who were relegated to handymen were nothing more than strangers.

They are the protagonists.

"yes."

Chen Shan replied in despair.

Then, under the "escort" of an outer sect disciple in the late stage of Qi Refining, he walked towards the team that looked like prisoners.

Although he had known the result for a long time, when the moment finally arrived, Shen Shan still felt trembling all over.

It was as if everything in front of me had lost its color.

The sky is falling and the earth is falling.

"Woooo~!"

There was a slight sound of sobbing from beside them, and someone couldn't help crying.

After all, these are just boys and girls aged fifteen or sixteen.

Reality may be too cruel for them!

This situation reminded Shen Shan of a sentence in a travel note from the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion:

"The cruelest joke fate has ever played——"

"It means occasionally allowing ordinary people to see hope that is out of reach."
Chapter completed!