Using entries to cultivate immortality in chaotic times

"Beast!!!"

Meanwhile, in a courtyard within Fufeng City, a middle-aged man stood under the dark clouds with an enraged expression, brandishing a knife at a young man kneeling before him, drenched in blood, and shouted angrily, "What? If I don't pass the position of Family Head to you, will you kill your old man?"

"How could you be so heartless as to raise your hand against your own father!"

"Deceiving me, all of you deceive me..."

The young man kneeling on the ground, covered in blood, had already fallen into a state of despair. The few hired thugs from his family that he had gathered were now all lying in pools of blood, and he himself was at the end of his tether.

His greatest confidence was his demon cultivation master.

The master had told him to act as he pleased, assuring him that he was in Fufeng City and that he would arrive within a hundred breaths upon being contacted via a Sound Transmission Talisman.

That was his confidence.

But now, thousands of breaths had passed, even approaching ten thousand, and he hadn't seen so much as a shadow of his demon cultivation master. There was no response from the Sound Transmission Talisman; he didn't know where the hell his master had died!!!

Bitter resentment surged in the young man's heart.

"Ah!!!"

Under the weight of collapse, the young man forced himself up with the tip of his knife, standing shakily in place with a ferocious expression, pointing the blade directly at his father: "Old beast, at your age you still can't control what's below your waist, what right do you have to lecture me?"

"A man destined for great things can never be captivated by a woman."

"Especially not by such a worn-out shoe trampled by thousands!"

"Although I die, I do so unresigned!"

With those words falling.

He still looked hopefully toward the top of the courtyard wall, wishing to see his master in red robes with long hair, who was harsh yet kind and expectant, appear on the wall to support him. But after waiting for several breaths, there was still no sign of his master.

"Forget it."

With a bitter laugh, the young man looked toward his father not far away: "Don't be in a hurry, you won't live much longer. I'll be waiting for you down below."

Then, without a moment's hesitation, he placed the knife blade on his own neck and violently stabbed.

His gaze gradually became vacant as his body softened, falling heavily backward onto the ground.

"Thud."

Seeing his own son die before his eyes, the middle-aged man, whose expression was still angry, suddenly felt a pain in his heart, a flash of complexity in his eyes. He sheathed his blade, took big strides toward his son's body, knelt down to pick up his body to prepare for burial.

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The young man lying on the ground suddenly opened his eyes, a sharp light bursting forth, and the blade in his hand stabbed violently, piercing his father's neck without the slightest bit of mercy.

He stirred rapidly, and soon a blood hole as large as a fist appeared in his father's neck.

...

"Huff."

The young man slowly got up, casually took out a handkerchief from his bosom to cover his neck, staunching the blood, then after taking several Healing Pills, he glanced at his father now lying in a pool of blood. He struck his father with a dozen more knife blows,

Before raising his head to look at the beautiful yet scared rigid stepmother standing not far away and started to smile grimly.

"Stepmother."

"You seem a bit frightened."

"Don't be afraid, remember, from today onwards, I no longer bear the surname Chen."

"My name is Qi Tian."

"Kneel and crawl over here, and I'll spare you."

The attractive woman standing not far away, biting her lip, forcibly suppressed her terror and, in a humiliating fashion, knelt on the ground, trembling as she slowly crawled toward Qi Tian standing in the center of the courtyard.

"Good."

Qi Tian chuckled lightly as he stroked the head of his stepmother kneeling before him, his fingers invading her mouth, brutally stirring for a while before forcefully tilting her head back, murmuring,

"Within three years, I want everyone within a thousand miles of Fufeng City to know the name Qi Tian."

Experience tales at empire

"To leave a mark upon this world, you have to be either gloriously renowned or utterly infamous."

"What do you think, Stepmother?"

...

"One step, two steps..."

At this moment in the Alchemy Hall of the second round within the Heavenly Dao Secret Realm, Chen Qiu was moving slowly and with great difficulty. This second round was more challenging than he had anticipated; he even felt like his bones were creaking and on the verge of falling apart.

Each step was excruciatingly difficult.

Moreover, there were no tricks to this round. The gravity each person faced was different, tailored specifically to them, not more or less, but just enough to exceed their tolerance. One had to break through within their capacity in order to pass this second round.

This round tested perseverance and resilience.

Just then—

Chen Qiu saw Fat Long not far away, moving at a swift pace and nearly reaching the central Alchemy Furnace within the hall. Fat Long lay flat on the ground, inching forward like a maggot, using his hands, feet, and belly together to wriggle onward.

Although the technique looked rather ungraceful, his speed was quite fast.

Other people around started copying him, lying on the ground and wriggling like maggots toward the central Alchemy Furnace of the Alchemy Hall. For a moment, only Chen Qiu and a few others remained standing in place.

"..."

Chen Qiu stood still and fell silent for a short while but ultimately chose not to imitate this method of advancement. He continued moving slowly but steadily towards the Alchemy Furnace, feeling that he could still hold on. If he truly couldn't go on later, he would resort to that method.

There was no time limit in this round anyway, so being a bit slower was not an issue.

His resilience was still quite good.

After all, he was someone who had once chopped wood for twenty-nine days straight without a single day of rest. Even so, when he was only a short distance from the Alchemy Furnace, he found himself unable to take another step.

At that moment, he felt as though a mountain was pressing down on his back, almost bending him double.

Chen Qiu let out a soft sigh, and in the end, he had to admit that he indeed could not reach the Alchemy Furnace. However, he had just thought of a possible clever method.

With a wave of his hand—

Nearly a hundred vengeful spirits of the Human Face Spider appeared beside him. Then, these numerous creatures spun webs that interlinked them together, pooling their strength. He stood on the back of this giant Human Face Spider formation, and as they moved, he slowly progressed towards the Alchemy Furnace.

The pace was still slow, but much faster than if he had gone by himself.

The gravity affected these Human Face Spiders too, and occasionally one would explode and perish, but he had so many vengeful spirits at his disposal that he could easily replenish them. In this way, he even reached the Alchemy Furnace a step faster than Fat Long.

The panel, shrouded in mist, slowly popped up before him.

"Second round, 'Cutting Art', pass."

"Congratulations on successfully becoming an Outer Sect Disciple of the Chao Tian Sect. This round tested disciples' resilience when faced with adversity. There are two ways to pass."

"1: Stand firm without kneeling, demonstrating the talent of a Sword Cultivator."

"2: Move while prostrate, showing an active mind, suitable for specializing in Alchemy, Formation, or Artifact Refining."

"For passing this round, you are rewarded with three Mid-grade Foundation Establishment 'Qi Replenishing Pills' that can quickly replenish your internal Spiritual Energy. The Martial Arts Hall you see upon walking a hundred paces is the third round."

"Outer Sect Disciple?"

Chen Qiu narrowed his eyes slightly, pondering in silence without speaking. After passing the fourth round, he would be an Inner Sect Disciple. The Heavenly Dao Secret Realm mainly has seven rounds, so if he cleared them all, wouldn't he directly become the Sect Master of the Chao Tian Sect?

Moreover, the standards of this ancient sect for selecting disciples seemed somewhat low. If the trials were all of this level, wouldn't the Outer Sect Disciples of the Chao Tian Sect be as numerous as the hairs on a bull?

"Tsk."

Fat Long, who had also passed the round and came to Chen Qiu's side, looked at the panel that popped up and couldn't help but purse his lips: "I finally understand why this 'Chao Tian Sect' was destroyed. It's because of their insistence on not kneeling."

"A person will eventually die if they are not afraid of death."

"That's the truth."

"I've said it before, a person who firmly believes that they will become a dominant force in the future won't feel humiliated for kneeling in the past. Refusing to be flexible and insisting on not kneeling, no wonder the sect was destroyed."

"Surely not all Sword Cultivators can be so obstinate, right?"

"..."

Chen Qiu looked at Fat Long with a calm expression: "Since we've known each other, you've already said that three times now."

"Have I?"

"You have."