Chapter 3: Longmen Assembly

In the Great Kun Kingdom where Old Master Zhong resided, there were many surrounding countries. Therefore, there were many unfamiliar faces present.

Inside the valley, there was a vast open area, extremely large, with a diameter exceeding a kilometer, similar to a large stadium from Zhong Shan's previous life.

At the bottom of the valley, the center was very spacious and clean, while the edges were covered with countless pebbles.

The mountain walls were vertical, with stone mountains surrounding the area.

On the mountain walls, at a height of about a hundred meters, there were nearly fifty terraces, all on the same horizontal line. Each terrace could accommodate fifty people standing on it. At a height of two hundred meters, there were eight terraces, surrounding in eight directions.

Eight upper terraces, fifty lower terraces.

On those 'lower terraces,' some people were already standing, their clothes fluttering in the wind, looking extremely graceful, with some carrying swords and others carrying knives.

In the square below, there were nearly three thousand people, each standing at the edge of the valley.

Old Master Zhong, along with his eight adopted sons, also found a corner.

The eldest adopted son, Zhong Tian, brought a large stone and placed it in the corner for Old Master Zhong to sit on.

Sitting down lightly, Old Master Zhong looked at the seven adopted sons who had reached the peak of the innate realm and introduced them.

"This is the Longmen Valley. The upper terraces are where disciples from the major immortal sects stand. They are divided into upper and lower terraces. The lower terraces are for disciples from lesser immortal sects or independent cultivators to rest, while the upper terraces are for the five major immortal sects to rest. Not all of them come, but those who do come are here to recruit disciples," Zhong Shan explained.

Looking at the people already standing on the lower terraces, the adopted sons were excited. Were these the people from the immortal sects?

"Father, what are the major immortal sects and the lesser immortal sects?" Zhong Shijiu asked.

"Heh, major and lesser immortal sects are just general terms. If your sect is powerful, it is a major immortal sect, a sign of the pride that a large sect should have," Old Master Zhong smiled and said.

"Look at the people below. Do you know what these people are in the eyes of the immortal sects?" Old Master Zhong asked.

Everyone shook their heads.

"Beasts," Old Master Zhong said sternly.

"Beasts?" The adopted sons frowned, surprised.

"Indeed, in the eyes of these immortal sects, these are all beasts. Ordinary people in the secular world are beasts, beasts for them to select. In their minds, they are constantly evolving, becoming more advanced, while we are at the bottom, like the savages I showed you last time. Would you consider them equal to you? Would you treat those who can't even speak as brothers and drink with them? No, the disciples of these immortal sects wouldn't either. They are selecting a few lucky ones, a few who catch their eye. Only those who are selected will be noticed by them," Old Master Zhong said with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

Hearing this from Old Master Zhong, the adopted sons fell silent.

In just a short while, Old Master Zhong saw that some ordinary people had already been brought to the 'lower terraces,' like the Zhao family, which had two young men brought up first due to connections.

Old Master Zhong waited patiently.

An hour later, finally, a large number of sword lights flew in from all directions, with immortal sect disciples stepping on flying swords and landing on the terraces. There were also those riding other magical artifacts, as well as monks and nuns flying to the terraces in the valley.

"The Longmen Assembly, if you are not selected, you will have to participate in the battle and slaughter, for the disciples of the immortal sects to watch. If you are not skilled enough, you will die on the spot. This is a very common occurrence. Out of the three thousand people here, no more than two hundred will survive and leave the valley. If you do not want to take the risk, do not continue," Old Master Zhong said to his adopted sons.

"Father, rest assured," the adopted sons all showed a determined look. This was a great opportunity; why would they give it up?

"Um," Old Master Zhong nodded.

In the Longmen Valley, thirty of the fifty lower terraces were already occupied by different factions. As for the upper terraces, only one was occupied, by a group of people all wearing white robes, standing at the top of the upper terrace, looking down with a cold gaze.

Soon, more people arrived on the upper terraces, a group of golden-robed monks, a group of men and women in luxurious robes, and a group of black-robed people. Four factions had now arrived on the upper terraces.

The assembly could begin, but just then, a purple-robed woman appeared on an empty upper terrace, floating down without a flying sword, as if she had flown down from the sky.

As soon as the woman appeared, she attracted the attention of almost everyone. She wore a purple robe with many sashes, looking extremely beautiful. Her feet, bare and extremely beautiful, and her upper body, shaped like a very attractive hourglass, complemented her extremely delicate and beautiful face.

It seemed that no description of beauty could describe her appearance. She was too beautiful, and almost everyone who saw her was left breathless.

However, her only flaw was that she was too cold. Her face was too cold, her eyes devoid of emotion, looking down at the crowd below like a group of ants.

On the lower terraces and at the bottom of the valley, many people showed extremely longing expressions, including Old Master Zhong's seven adopted sons who had reached the peak of the innate realm. Only Old Master Zhong did not look at her but instead focused his sharp eyes on the various factions. As for Zhong Tian, he seemed not to notice the woman's beauty and paid little attention, fully devoted to serving his father.

The disciples of the four major immortal sects on the upper terraces were initially also attracted, but when they saw her face, they all visibly shuddered and dared not look again.

With the five major immortal sects all present, the Longmen Assembly officially began.

On one of the lower terraces, an elderly man with a white beard was the first to speak.

"All those who have reached the innate realm before the age of sixty and those who have reached the peak of the innate realm before the age of fifty, please come to the center of the field," the white-bearded man said loudly.

His voice echoed throughout the Longmen Valley.

Everyone knew that the Longmen Assembly had begun, and they were all very excited.

"Go," Old Master Zhong, leaning on his cane, said to his seven adopted sons.

"Yes," the adopted sons were excited and immediately ran out.

At the center of the square, they formed thirty rows, each with a hundred people.

There were three thousand participants in the Longmen Assembly, and at the edges of the valley, there were about a hundred people like Old Master Zhong, all knowing that their hopes were slim, but they had sent their children here.

"Those who have reached the innate realm before the age of fifty, please come to the front," the white-bearded old man continued.

After he spoke, twenty people, their eyes filled with excitement, stepped out of the main group and formed a row.

They were all innate realm cultivators before the age of fifty.

Then, from the terraces, the disciples of the immortal sects each threw different objects. Some threw a metal flower, some a small sword, some a small bead. They all fell into the hands of these innate realm cultivators.

Receiving the small objects meant they had been selected by the sects. The fifty-year-old innate realm cultivators were all filled with excitement.

"Those who have reached the peak of the innate realm before the age of thirty-five, please come to the front," the white-bearded old man said again.

When he spoke, Old Master Zhong, sitting to the side, trembled slightly, his face showing extreme joy.

Zhong Shijiu, Zhong Shijiu was only thirty-two years old.

Zhong Shijiu quickly ran to the front, standing in a row with twelve others. His face showed extreme excitement, as he was only thirty-two years old.

Sure enough, those twelve were also selected by the immortal sects, and various small objects were thrown down from above. Zhong Shijiu received a small wooden sword, looking at the terrace from which it came with great excitement.

Selected, Zhong Shijiu was selected. Old Master Zhong, sitting to the side, his mouth trembling, his eyes showing extreme joy, while the other two thousand people looked at those who had been selected with great envy.

"Good, innate against innate, peak innate against peak innate, choose your opponents and fight separately," the white-bearded old man said again.

"Yes," the participants of the Longmen Assembly all called out.

Then, the thirty-two people who had been selected stood in a waiting area, while the other two thousand people divided the field and began bloody battles.

It was a slaughter, an absolute slaughter. Each used their strongest and fastest techniques to knock down their opponents. Only by knocking down their opponents could they be noticed by the immortal sects.

For a moment, the entire battlefield was filled with blood, countless bloodstains rising to the sky. These were beasts, beasts, using their lives to gain the sympathy of the immortal sects? To be treated differently?

The eldest adopted son, Zhong Tian, showed a hint of reluctance in his eyes.

"Ah～～～"

In the distance, Zhong Xuan, with one strike, severed his opponent's right arm, and a lesser immortal sect threw a wooden knife, which landed in Zhong Xuan's hand. Zhong Xuan's eyes were filled with excitement, he had received it, he had received it.

Holding the small knife, Zhong Xuan quickly ran to Zhong Shijiu's location.

"Ah～～～" "Ah～～～" "Ah～～～"...

The cries of pain continued, and already a hundred people had been killed on the spot. Many others had received small objects thrown by the immortal sects.

Zhong Shiba and Zhong Liù, in the midst of Zhong Tian's shouts, were killed by their opponents. Zhong Tian's eyes turned red, and he instinctively wanted to rush out, but was held back by Old Master Zhong. Old Master Zhong's eyes also showed a hint of sorrow, but he still held Zhong Tian back.

Without the strength to stop it, you could only send them to their deaths. Besides, this was the path they had chosen. If they had wanted to leave, they could have returned immediately, but the adopted sons had chosen to fight, to enter the immortal sects. Immortality was too tempting.

After a while, Zhong Di also received a token. However, Zhong Huang and Zhong Yi were killed on the spot.

The entire battle had everyone's eyes red with blood. After defeating an opponent and not receiving a token, they would fight another. This continued until they received a token or were exhausted.

An hour later, only five hundred people had been selected, and only two hundred were still fighting, all covered in blood, and the ground was filled with corpses.

It was cruel, too cruel.

"Stop," the white-bearded old man ordered.

The remaining hundred people, covered in blood, instinctively stopped. The eyes of these heroes of the mortal world were filled with tears as they quickly rushed to the bodies on the ground.

Not selected, not selected, their loved ones, their friends, were dead.

A cruel scene, a cruel slaughter. This was the Longmen Assembly. People aspired to jump through the dragon gate, transforming into dragons. Those who failed would fall and die.

At that moment, Zhong Tian quickly rushed to the field, searching for the bodies of Zhong Huang, Zhong Yi, Zhong Liù, and Zhong Shiba.

Quickly, carrying four bodies, tears in his eyes, Zhong Tian, covered in blood, returned to Old Master Zhong's side.

"Ah～～～" Old Master Zhong sighed lightly. This was their own choice.

"Father," Zhong Tian looked at Old Master Zhong.

"Take them away and bury them properly," Old Master Zhong said.

"Um," Zhong Tian said.

At that moment, people also flew down from the terraces.

They found those who had been selected and gathered them in different areas.

"Master, please accept my three bows" "Master, please accept my three bows"...

In various places, the master-disciple relationship was roughly established. Zhong Di, Zhong Xuan, and Zhong Shijiu were accepted into three different sects. Zhong Di and Zhong Xuan were from two lesser immortal sects, while Zhong Shijiu, to his great relief, was accepted into one of the major immortal sects with white-robed disciples.

After establishing the relationship, the next step was for the selected to bid farewell to those who had brought them, to sever their ties with the mortal world and enter the immortal sects to cultivate the supreme immortal path.

Some left their newly appointed masters to say goodbye to their families.

Old Master Zhong, leaning on his cane, looked at his three adopted sons.

The Banishing Restriction Pill, he must get a Banishing Restriction Pill from the immortal master.

However, Zhong Di, Zhong Xuan, and Zhong Shijiu did not come to say goodbye to Old Master Zhong but stood on their masters' flying swords or magical artifacts, flying up to the terraces.

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