41: Chapter 41: The Assessment Begins – An Opportunity for the Elite.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

In those three days, Qin Feng hadn't gone anywhere, locking himself completely inside his room in Ding-zi District Courtyard No. 77.

The Primary Spirit Gathering Formation ran day and night.

The Spiritual Qi, dense enough to almost turn into white mist, combined with the remaining mutated blood ginseng, was continuously tempered by the peerlessly tyrannical Chaos Art, scouring Qin Feng's entire body.

Not only had he completely solidified and polished his Mortal Rank 6 cultivation to the extreme, but he had also fully integrated the supreme movement technique, Clear Wind Shadow, into his instincts!

"Huu—"

With a slow exhale of turbid air, Qin Feng suddenly opened his eyes, a sharp, substantive gleam flashing through his deep, black pupils.

He stood up, his bones emitting a crackling sound like popping beans, and the surging Qi and blood within his body, like a dormant angry Dragon, were filled with destructive, explosive power!

"It's about time."

Qin Feng pushed open the door.

In the courtyard, Su Yourong, Bai Yuhe, and Wu Mengmeng had been waiting for a long time.

Su Yourong sensibly held a set of brand-new, washed black martial attire, walking forward with lowered eyes and a submissive expression, dressing Qin Feng neatly and smoothing out his hem with gentle, yet careful movements, not daring to overstep in the slightest.

"Master, swords and blades have no eyes out there, please be careful..."

Su Yourong's voice was soft and seductive, her eyes filled with deep attachment and reverence.

"Master's Divine Might is peerless, a mere guard quota will surely be like taking something from a bag!" Wu Mengmeng twisted her water-snake waist, coquettishly offering words of victory.

Bai Yuhe handed over nine steel flying knives, polished until they gleamed, her vixen-like eyes filled with fanaticism: "This servant will prepare food and wine at home, waiting for Master's triumphant return!"

Qin Feng put the flying knives away, not saying any superfluous words, and simply nodded faintly: "Watch the courtyard, we'll have a great feast tonight!"

After saying this, he strode out of the courtyard gate, heading straight toward the Management Hall.

At noon.

The massive bluestone Martial Arts Arena outside the Management Hall was now teeming with people, filled with noise and excitement!

Thousands of Middle-tier Servants, like sharks smelling blood, had packed the massive Martial Arts Arena until it was impenetrable.

The air was filled with a thick, sour smell of sweat, as well as a manic, murderous intent that suggested a storm was coming.

Those Rank 6 experts who usually threw their weight around in their own sectors had also reined in their tempers, gathering in twos and threes, eyeing each other warily.

Qin Feng calmly squeezed into the edge of the crowd, crossing his arms and quietly listening to the discussions around him.

"Have you heard? The Management Hall has really gone all out this time. As long as you can win one of the three spots, not only will you be directly awarded a black iron token, but you'll also be rewarded with an independent large courtyard with a pool!"

"What's the use of generous rewards? Look at the people who came today; which one isn't a ruthless character who has seen dozens of lives lost at their hands? I even saw 'Butcher' Li just now!"

"Li is nothing. The truly terrifying ones today are the three monsters from the East District! As long as they show up, us ordinary Rank 6s are just here to join the fun and serve as cannon fodder..."

Just as everyone was whispering and discussing—

"Clang—!!!"

A crisp and highly penetrating sound of a copper gong exploded over the Martial Arts Arena!

The originally noisy and boiling square instantly fell into a deathly silence, as if a flock of ducks had been grabbed by the neck.

"The Management Hall adults are here, all idlers, step back—!"

Accompanied by two rows of guards dressed in mysterious black martial attire and holding cold, sharp swords, they marched out, forcefully carving a wide path through the crowded crowd.

Immediately afterward, a beautiful figure that made every man present instantly hold his breath and his heart beat wildly, surrounded by several maids, slowly walked onto the high platform directly in front of the Martial Arts Arena, as if she were the moon surrounded by stars.

It was Yang Liu.

Today, she wasn't wearing the rigid uniform of the Management Hall.

Instead, she had changed into a form-fitting, semi-transparent, fire-red long dress, with a snow-white fox fur draped casually over the outside.

The breathtaking, plump curves were vaguely visible under the red gauze. As she walked, her fair, dazzling long legs were like soul-hooking sickles, and every step she took landed on the heartstrings of the men present.

"Gulp..."

A large, uniform sound of swallowing saliva echoed through the crowd.

But no one dared to raise their head to look directly into her charming, peach-blossom eyes; everyone lowered their heads in awe.

In the Servant District, if you dared to take more than one look at this legitimate wife of Steward Wang, you would truly have your eyes gouged out and suffer death by a thousand cuts!

Yang Liu walked to the tiger-skin-covered armchair in the center of the high platform, sat down lazily, and crossed her long, rounded legs.

She extended her jade-like slender hand, picked up the teacup beside her, and took a light sip before slowly lifting her eyelids to scan the dark mass of people below.

"Alright, stop tensing up."

Yang Liu's red lips parted slightly, and that melodious, seductive, and heavily lazy voice spread across the entire venue, "Today, I have been entrusted by Steward Wang to preside over this guard selection."

She waved her hand casually,

"Clang!"

Three black iron tokens, emitting a cold metallic luster, were thrown directly onto the open space in front of the high platform.

"The rules of the selection are very simple."

Yang Liu leaned back on the chair, the smile on her lips revealing a cruelty that viewed human life as nothing more than grass,

"I hate long-winded draws and ring matches the most. It's too much of a waste of time."

"There are three tokens here. Those who think they have the strength and aren't afraid of death, come out now! Stand in front of the tokens!"

"If anyone is dissatisfied with the person who stepped out, then go up and fight! Life or death doesn't matter. Until the end, only the three people who can remain standing and moving will get these tokens. Do you understand?"

It was too cruel! Too direct! But it was indeed consistent with the selection method of the Servant District.

For a moment, the many Rank 6 experts who had been eager to try just now swallowed their saliva, their footsteps unconsciously retreating; no one dared to be the first bird.

The scene fell into a strange, deathly silence.

"Hahaha, since this bunch of cowards doesn't dare to go up, then we three brothers will gladly accept these three spots!"

Just then, a wild, arrogant burst of laughter, like muffled thunder, suddenly exploded!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Accompanied by three dull thuds of landing, three violent figures as burly as iron towers leaped out from the back of the crowd, smashing heavily in front of the three black iron tokens in the center of the arena!

The powerful, peerless wind even knocked the dozen or so Menial Laborers in the front row to the ground!

The eyes of the entire audience instantly focused on them, followed by gasps of cold air!

"Is it them?! The Three Evils of the East District!"

"My god! Black Charcoal! Scarface! And that Big Baldy who kills without blinking!"

"It's over, it's over. It's said that the three of them broke through to Mortal Stage 7 half a year ago; they are simply existence that can walk sideways in the Servant District!"

The three who stepped out were each more vicious-looking than the last.

The one on the left had skin as black as iron, like a black bear; the one on the right had a twisted, centipede-like scar running from his left eye to his chin.

And standing in the very middle was a man with a huge, shiny bald head!

He had a face full of flesh, his muscles bulging like rocks, and a hideous skull was even tattooed on his chest.

"Shut up!!!"

Big Baldy turned his head abruptly, his copper-bell-sized, bloodshot eyes glaring fiercely at the surrounding crowd, letting out a deafening roar!

Boom—!

A terrifying, suffocatingly violent Qi and blood pressure belonging to a Mortal Stage 7 swept out like a physical force!

The surrounding Menial Laborers, who were only at Rank 5 or 6, were so scared that their faces turned pale and they retreated repeatedly, unable to even muster a thought of resistance!

Big Baldy was very satisfied with the fearful expressions of the crowd.

He put his hands on his hips and pointed arrogantly at the whole venue, sneering,

"Today, these three black iron tokens are ours. Whichever blind animal feels dissatisfied, just come out and try Grandpa's fist! I guarantee I'll pull out his intestines and hang them around his neck!"

Silence.

Facing three Mortal Stage 7 experts, going up was just seeking death. Who would touch this bad luck?

On the high platform, Yang Liu saw this scene and not only was she not angry, but she yawned out of boredom.

"Is no one else going up?"

Yang Liu supported her chin lazily, "Since no one dares to challenge the three of them, then the selection ends here—"

"Wait, count me in."

Just before Yang Liu's words had finished.

A calm voice, without any emotional fluctuation, yet clearly spreading across the entire venue, suddenly rang out!