I conquered the cultivation world with scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

Chapter 415 The Meat Grinder

Upon hearing this, Li Songcheng immediately flew into a rage:

"I think someone's strength is suitable for the inheritance site. After all, with just one play of that instrument, he can kill a demon with his bare hands. He's incredibly powerful."

Since the end of the academy's competition, Li Songcheng had taken a liking to Zhong Liyu. Not only did this guy always smash his erhu, but his erhu playing was also awful, just creating noise pollution.

After Li Songcheng finished speaking, Zhong Liyu, still grinning, leaned closer:

"Admit it, you've been working hard for me too, haven't you?"

Zhong Liyu smiled and put her arm around Li Songcheng's shoulder.

"What is all this nonsense?" Li Songcheng looked utterly hopeless. Every single student at Wanjue Academy was shameless.

"Don't touch me, I won't talk about it, I'm straight."

Li Song cleverly deflected Zhong Liyu's approaching hand with a single sentence.

Zhong Liyu turned away, bored.

Good, good, when did this guy learn to fight back? He's quite petty.

Many innocent cultivators with low cultivation levels were affected. Many high school students stood in the crowd, at a loss. Some were just trying to improve their cultivation by venturing into the secret realm, while others were hoping to get lucky and obtain an opportunity. In either case, there were far more underage cultivators in this secret realm than one-tenth.

Looking at the monks around them who seemed to be on drugs, they understood for the first time what their teacher meant.

Society is more treacherous than the college entrance examination.

Most of the cultivators on campus have reached this point through orthodox learning and continuous examinations. The college entrance examination is their first hurdle. In addition to ordinary students who have received twelve years of compulsory education, there are also independent cultivators from society. Every year, a large number of independent cultivators take the opportunity of the college entrance examination to enter university and continue their studies.

Within the school campus, there are moral and ethical standards, but once outside the school gates, people's hearts are unpredictable. The college entrance examination is such a wall, a wall connecting the school and society.

Every time they learn that a highly talented senior student died in the college entrance examination, they sigh and feel that the college entrance examination system is unfair.

The National College Entrance Examination (NCEE) should be modeled like a competition among universities, using a holographic approach.

There is no absolute right or wrong in the college entrance examination system.

However, one thing is universally acknowledged: the cultivation world is not lacking in talented cultivators who can survive.

Or rather, only those who can live to the end with a smile can become a powerful figure.

The world has become sick because geniuses die young. Without a background or resources to support you, as long as you show the slightest sign of extraordinary talent, someone will target you.

It could be an enemy you offended in the past, or it could be an enemy you will face in the future.

If this exam was a meat grinder that devoured people, then the secret realm they were seeing was a meat grinder a hundred times more brutal than the college entrance exam.

"Damn, there are still so many high school students here. They really don't care about their own merits anymore."

Zhong Liyu reached out to rescue the person, but a flying knife swept past. If he had pulled his hand back any later, he would most likely have been killed by Lei You.

Lei You looked at Zhong Liyu and lowered his head to warn her:

"Those who meddle in other people's business always meet a terrible end."

After he finished speaking, he continued with his work.

These high school students, who are extremely vulnerable to becoming victims, mostly banded together, but their strength was too weak; the Golden Core stage was simply not enough in the secret realm.

Jiang He didn't say a word, and the next second, her sword was piercing Lei You's body:

"Go and kill those three."

Jiang He said to Pei Ci, and then entered the crowd alone.

The cultivator group not only had the school uniforms of Shanyang No. 1 Middle School that Jiang He recognized, but also those of Beihuai No. 1 and No. 2 Middle Schools...

Jiang He drew her sword and charged into the crowd. She had learned a wide variety of sword techniques, and in order to distinguish herself from her identity as Jiang He, many of these techniques were either being used for the first time or were newly learned.

Before outsiders could even discern which sect or academy Jiang He belonged to, she had already finished her routine. She then looked at Lü Lianyi, the leader of the group of students:

"Let them unleash their ultimate moves, don't hold back, use your potions if you can."

After listening, Lü Lianyi did as instructed, and the other cultivators hurriedly unleashed their powerful attacks. Since everyone's moves were different, unleashing their combined attacks created a momentary burst of intense light.

Despite the light pollution, Lü Lianyi finally led the other cultivators away from the meat grinder.

Lü Lianyi:

"Thank you, senior!"

Lu Lianyi looked at Jiang He. The person in front of her had an extraordinary temperament. Although she did not know his cultivation level, she was sure that it was at least one level higher than theirs.

Jiang He's attitude remained icy; she sheathed her sword but offered one last reminder:

"When it's time to save your life, you don't need to keep your magical artifacts on your person."

"Yes, I understand, senior."

Jiang He didn't care whether Lü Lianyi and the others had listened or not; she returned to the group.

After seeing Jiang He and Pei Ci leave, Zhong Liyu did his best to save some people. He had just witnessed the two of them. One of them drew his sword and charged into the crowd without being injured, while the other, although unable to kill the three Nascent Soul stage cultivators, was able to cripple them.

Who exactly are these two people? Why does everyone else know them, but he's never heard of them?

Confused, Zhong Liyu casually went up and finished off Pei Ci with a few more blows.

The bloodstains on the bell grew thicker and thicker, and soon they completely covered the golden bell. The talisman shone with golden light, and a huge bell rang out from the inside out.

The interior of the house collapsed towards the bottom, with the location of the golden bell as the center.

A complete tunnel appeared.

According to the location on the map, this tunnel is the entrance to the hiding place of the superior magic artifact.

Upon seeing this, most of the cultivators rushed into the tunnel, with the latter pushing against the former.

Many cultivators who couldn't get through the crowd simply took out their knives and killed the cultivators blocking the entrance, then stepped over their corpses to enter the tunnel.

Later monks followed suit and repeated this process.

Seeing the piles of corpses and blood in the tunnel, cultivators with low tolerance turned around and vomited.

Some highly skilled cultivators, fearing fierce competition and being overtaken and killed by those behind them, decided to strike first and actively attack Jiang He and the others.

The man's actions were restrained by emptiness.

As the prayer beads spun, a golden cage enveloped the man, and then strangled him.

Kong Ji mercilessly killed several people, and no one dared to approach Jiang He's side anymore.

He turned his head, the prayer beads in his hand still spinning:

"There are probably no magical artifacts inside the tunnel. It seems like someone led us here. Be careful in everything you do."

Wanqi Ziye nodded in agreement. Although the map in his hand was a family heirloom of the Wanqi family, he sensed something was amiss the moment he saw the golden bell.

Ying Fengyi's cave has an inexplicable evil quality.

His gaze swept over Jiang He, who was dressed plainly in the crowd. She seemed to have been setting something up just now, so she must have discovered something just like them.

Just as Wan Qiziye was about to speak, countless screams rang out.