Chapter 3 - The Death-seeker awakens

(Random POV)

'𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑆𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑒.'

From the moment those words fell into the girl's ears, the girl stopped hoping.

It was because she finally realized the futility of the word.

'𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑘 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑒'

From the moment the girl heard those words, she found herself suffocating.

It was because she realized that she would never be able to repay her debts.

Live.

Survive.

That was all that mattered to the girl starting from that fateful day.

This was because the girl realized that her life was not just her own to live but also a repayment to those who helped her live.

Since that day, the girl changed.

She cut off her lustrous long hair which her late-mother loved to complement.

She tore off her luxurious attire which her late-father used to gift.

And she destroyed her beautiful face which her late-self used to love.

Standing before the gate of the Immortal Divinity sect was one such girl in rags who was only living for the sake of living.

.....

(Present time, third person POV)

Cool breeze hit the cheeks of the numerous entrants gathered before the gates of the immortal divinity sect in what seemed to be the aftermath of the heavy downpour which ended a few hours ago.

Although the temperature seemed to be cooling off unnaturally the longer they stayed at the entrance of the sect gates, none of the entrants were complaining.

In fact, none of them were even batting an eye towards this unnatural phenomenon.

This was because standing before them were ten figures in spotless snow-white clothing who were hovering above the ground on their flying sword.

Although in the cultivation world these figures may be a dime in the dozen but for most of the entrants who were from commoner families, they represented unparalleled status and respect.

Fearing that their actions may provoke unwarranted wrath, none of them dared to make any unnecessary actions.

After some time passed and drops of water lying on the leaves of the tree begun to drip into the ground, one of the ten figures on the flying sword looked over the crowd and said in a low tone.

"The Immortal Divinity Sect welcomes all the young heroes who are aspiring to enter the immortal Divinity sect."

"Although the road of immortality is long and unpredictable, I hope to see some of you as my junior martial brothers and sisters after the trial is over."

Although the figure in sword spoke in low volume, his voice reverberated to the entire group of entrants gathered before the gates.

Hearing the cultivator they aspired to become give them words of encouragement filled them up with passion and confidence.

The figures flying on their flying sword nodded slightly to show their approval and added.

"While the journey of immortality may promise you with a longer life and respect, please be aware that there is an equally greater chance of perishing. If anybody wishes to back out, please do so immediately."

The examiners on the flying sword waited for a few moments but no one walked out.

The figure on the flying sword then added.

"Fine then. The first trial will now commence."

"Just walk straight till you reach to the plaza where your spirit roots will be checked. That is all."

The numerous entrants gathered at the entrance were surprised.

Eh.

That's all?

Looking at the confused and happy expression on the young entrants, all the ten figures flying on their flying sword shared a common thought.

'Today, a lot of people are going to be filial to their parents.'

....

"Mommy, I don't want to be a cultivator anymore."

"Father, I was wrong. Let me be a businessman for life."

Numerous words of various intonation and 'great filial piety' could be heard throughout the mountain of the immortal divinity sect.

These words were not the result of some sort of instant self-reflection nor some sort of wonder drug.

It was simply the effect of the increasing qi pressure felt by the entrants as they moved closer to the main square.

With each step they took closer towards the main square, they found themselves walking a step closer to meeting their ancestors.

Even refined ones like the burly son of the city lord and daughter of the Phoenix city were feeling the pressure.

Normally, these sorts of pressure would instead be beneficial to people of their cultivation status.

However, it seemed like the mountain had some sort of formation which sealed their cultivation.

Hence right now, they were nothing more than mortals whose only advantage over others were their superior roots which unconsciously replenished their stamina a little when they felt tired.

Yet the roots provided no solace to the pain they were feeling.

It was no wonder they felt indignant at their current scenario.

They really wanted to curse out loud. But considering their status and personality, they felt it was unrefined to conduct such acts.

But there was a person who gave zero shit about acting refined (because he was a loner) and had a death seeking tendency which would dare to seek death from the heavens itself.

He was the certified fodder chef- Quan Luo.

As the pampered descendant and genius of the Quan Clan, when had he ever come into a situation where he had to suffer such pain?

As such, he represented the wish of the other people in the mountain and committed social suicide by shouting.

"Son of a *beep*. I swear I will beat the sh*t out of the idiot who designed this trial."

"F*ck respect towards elders. If I catch you, I will beat you black and blue until your father won't recognize you."

The rain of curses soon drowned the filial values of the other entrants.

People could only stand in awe before his death-seeking prowess.

Looking at the raining string of curses being chanted by his great-grandson from the magic crystal, Elder Quan felt his face turning blue with anger and embarrassment as other elders looked at him with a weird gaze.

However, secretly deep within his heart, even he was startled.

'Who in the world did that *beep* *beep* pick up all those words from?'

Sadly, Elder Quan would probably never know the answer.

Unbeknownst to the other entrants, there were two figures amid the chaotic trial who seemed relatively indifferent compared to their peers.

One was the villager who seemed oblivious to the pain.

Other was the beggar who was moving slowly but seemed rather used to the pain.