Looking at the scores from the new round of the simulation test, Tu Lishan sighed inwardly, "It's too difficult. To reach a level capable of passing the initial test within three months using conventional thods... is almost impossible."
"And the Civil Engineering Departnt..."
As Tu Lishan learned more and more information about the sects, he increasingly understood a certain truth.
Wanfa Sect does not need new disciples from the Civil Engineering Departnt.
"Even if I pass the initial test, and the retest, my background in the Civil Engineering Departnt is likely to make fall at the interview stage."
"But I..."
Tu Lishan gritted his teeth and thought to himself, "I still want to give it a try."
So his gaze shifted, looking towards the True God in his contacts.
...
"Wang Yin, 78 points."
Looking at this score, Wang Yin's face turned bleak, knowing that at this rate, he would have no connection with the sect.
Thinking about how his mother made connections and invested so much for him, even humbling herself before Zhang Yu to get him a chance at attending a cram school, Wang Yin's heart was filled with even more resentnt.
But the urge to seize this rare opportunity to enter the sect, to climb the heights of the Immortal Path, pushed him, making him willing to sacrifice anything.
So after contacting the True God responsible for the Nether University area, Wang Yin returned ho that night and saw a parcel that had arrived early.
Opening the package, a Yin Artifact Remains erged before him, containing a vast amount of Examination Sect mories.
As he stroked the artifact in front of him, Wang Yin understood that if he used this remains repeatedly, he would no longer be himself.
With each release, all that was once human would gradually no longer relate to him, and the various attachnts to the mundane world would be forgotten.
He would no longer be a re mortal, leaving everything behind to beco a disciple of the Netherworld Palace.
"Mother..."
With the artifact in hand, Wang Yin used it while repeatedly recalling the image of the Yinquan Divine Monarch in his mind.
He wanted desperately to rember everything about his mother, trying to retain a sliver of his original self under the onslaught of Examination Sect mories.
Hours later, Wang Yin stroked the remains in his hand and slowly smiled, "My treasure."
"With you, I will surely pass this sect exam, surely beco accepted into the sect."
But the next mont, a trace of reluctance flashed through his eyes. He thought of the Yinquan Divine Monarch and felt that at this mont, it seed he was gradually forgetting him.
Yet the fire within him to ascend to the peak of the Immortal Path continuously urged him, making him...
"Once more!"
Wang Yin tightly grasped the remains and began again.
As the days went by, with each release, he watched his score continuously improve.
However, he also felt his mories of his mother, the impression of her, seed to fade with each release, her figure becoming increasingly blurred in his mind...
...
As Zhang Yu made rapid progress, Heavenly Saint Worker at Immortal Soldier University felt an increasing powerlessness looking at his simulation test results each ti.
"There's not enough ti, if this continues, I won't get into the sect."
"Should I use the thod recomnded by the True God?"
From the depths of his heart, Heavenly Saint Worker was reluctant to do so, yet he was constantly besieged by feelings of guilt, inferiority, and rage.
"Heavenly Saint Worker, why are you so useless?"
"The chance to climb to the Immortal Dao Peak is right in front of you, and you can't grasp it?"
"Not willing to make even a little sacrifice, not willing to pay the price, why bother cultivating the Immortal Path?"
"Extre Tiger is all about the pursuit of extremity, have you forgotten the Extre Tiger spirit?"
After internal tornt, Heavenly Saint Worker could no longer resist and requested support from the True God responsible for the Immortal Soldier University area.
That day, his physical body t its death, and his soul escaped into the depths of the Spirit Realm, beginning to endure what only pure physical bodies could not, and what souls had to risk cognitive lting, to achieve—the acceleration of thought by a thousand tis.
Under this extre acceleration, he rapidly learned everything about the sect, repeatedly accepting the cultural and philosophical indoctrination from the Immortal Soldier Mansion.
His simulation exam scores also steadily increased, from the original 70 points, to 100 points... 120 points... 140 points...
But the thousandfold acceleration not only risked cognitive lting but also accelerated the consumption of Heavenly Saint Worker's soul lifespan at a speed thousands of tis faster.
Heavenly Saint Worker knew that the so-called soul lifespan was the ti his soul could exist after losing the body, the true death line for countless Soul Cultivators.
"If this consumption continues, I may not have much ti left after entering the sect."
"But as long as I can join the sect, even if I only live for another 10 years, 5 years, what does it matter?"
Yet the fear of death within him seed to be constantly reminding Heavenly Saint Worker, urging him to stop.
"No, the score is not enough yet."
"It has to be higher, even higher."
Watching the gradually rising scores and rapidly diminishing lifespan, Heavenly Saint Worker felt like a worker bee charging towards the enemy, willing to endure the price of dying with a torn abdon just to sting the enemy.
...
Yu Xinghan: 67 points
Looking at his last simulation test score, Yu Xinghan sighed inwardly, "Tomorrow's simulation test probably won't improve much, will it?"
"At this rate, it seems... I won't get into the sect."
"Should I use the thod the True God ntioned?"
Looking at the rhombus crystal-like Yin Artifact Remains on the desk not far away, Yu Xinghan recoiled as if electrocuted, quickly turning his gaze away.
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