Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace

All of a sudden, the eyes of all the disciples became vigilant, each stepping back.

The rules have made it very clear that here, besides being wary of those dangerous places and demon beasts, the greatest threat actually comes from the disciples themselves.

”These rules will select the strongest disciple. Only a disciple with great strength can hold onto their points because once you reach Level Five, your location will be revealed to everyone. Those without enough strength can’t safeguard a Level Five score for long,” Wang Chen murmured, then chuckled, ”If someone is lucky enough to start at Level Five and can protect those points, they’ll have a stronger start than other disciples...”

Chen Mo nodded in agreement.

”Alright, now that everyone understands the rules, please touch the crystal ball in front of you,” the Artifact Spirit said after giving everyone a moment of surprise.

The disciples hesitated for a moment upon hearing this, then one by one began to raise their hands to touch the crystal balls in front of them. Rays of light shot out from the crystal balls, finally landing on their chests. The light flashed slightly and was extremely conspicuous.

When the light dissipated, the disciples’ chests were glowing with marks. However, all of their marks were gray and white, and in those marks, there was a ”1” above a number ”100.”

This meant that all their levels were Level One. Everyone looked down at the numbers on their chests, both relieved and somewhat disappointed, as it meant they started with five hundred points less than those at Level Five, and the gray-white color was really unattractive.

Just then, a gold light shone in the center.

Golden Legend!

A beam of golden light burst out from the crystal ball, hitting one of the disciples.

And that disciple, Chen Mo knew, was Song Jun.

At that moment, everyone’s gaze was fervently fixed on Song Jun, looking at the numbers ”5” and ”500” on his chest.

”Level Five, Junior Brother Song actually got a Level Five mark,” someone among the disciples who recognized Song Jun exclaimed in surprise, then many others smacked their lips enviously, while some were gloating.

Once the competition starts, Song Jun will be hunted by the disciples.

Seeing that he was Level Five, Song Jun was initially thrilled, an excited smile on his face.

But noticing the fervent gazes sweeping over him, Song Jun immediately realized something was amiss, his expression changed, knowing he had become a hot commodity.

”Song Jun,” Chen Mo murmured to himself, ”let’s see where you run this time.”

Afterward, blue, purple, and orange marks fell on the disciples’ chests, representing Level Two, Level Three, Level Four, respectively. Seeing the disciples who received Level Four, everyone’s gaze was envious.

Compared to Level Five, the Level Four disciples were more appealing since they didn’t have to expose their location right away and avoid being targeted.

”Level One!”

A scream rang out from the crowd as they discovered that Ice Spirit Senior Sister of the Nascent Soul Realm received a Level One mark.

”Senior Brother Qi is Level Three.”

”Senior Brother Xuan Cheng is Level Five, Senior Brother Liu Ruoyun is Level Two.”

This made the disciples feel suppressed because their strengths were all at the Nascent Soul Realm and should have been set at Level Five, but only Xuan Cheng was set at Level Five.

This indicated that this grading was random.

”It’s over, it’s over, everyone please be merciful, I’ll surrender my points obediently,”

A disciple at the early stage of Golden Core, looking at the golden light on his chest, turned pale.

He knew with his strength, once his location was revealed, he definitely couldn’t protect the points on his chest, so he pleaded for mercy, not wanting to be beaten.

Chen Mo had quite good luck because he was set at Level Five.

This made him breathe a sigh of relief; at first, he had a bad feeling, thinking he would be set to Level Five.

Now it seems, not bad.

Level Four is the best, not needing to expose your location, starting with 400 points, surpassing most disciples.

Many eyes were cast towards Chen Mo, marveling at his good fortune.

Song Jun was one of those gazes, his eyes turning red with jealousy, constantly muttering to himself, ”Why is he Level Four, why is he Level Four...”

Initially, only twenty disciples were set to Level Five.

There were only three hundred set to Level Four.

The majority of the disciples were Level Three, Two, or One.

”Alright, since everyone is now graded, I solemnly remind everyone that the Shenxiao Sect’s grand assessment competition officially begins,” the Artifact Spirit lifted its hand, and the crystal balls hanging in front of the disciples disappeared. Then the Artifact Spirit said:

”Disciples set to Level Five can enter the competition venue first for two quarters of an hour.”

After speaking, the void suddenly began to wriggle, and a blue light screen appeared before everyone’s eyes.

”Disciples set to Level Five, enter.”

As soon as the Artifact Spirit finished speaking, Song Jun’s figure was the first to move, darting into the blue light screen, his figure disappearing.

Shsh, then one gaze after another darted into the blue light screen, and Xuan Cheng was the last of the Level Five disciples to enter.

After two quarters of an hour passed.

The Artifact Spirit said, ”Next, the Level Four disciples, the other disciples can only enter after the Level Four disciples have gone in for one quarter of an hour.”

The disciples’ eyes flickered slightly.

They didn’t expect that higher graded disciples even had the privilege of entering first.

The Level Four disciples squinted slightly, glanced around, and almost simultaneously moved, darting into the blue light screen. Chen Mo was among them.

...

”Buzz!”

In the ancient and primitive forest, a figure emerged from the void, this figure was Chen Mo.

”Shush!”

Without waiting for Chen Mo to look around, a streak of cold light shot at him from his left.

”Galaxy Constellations Fist!”

Recognizing that the assailant was a disciple and not Xuan Cheng and the others, Chen Mo didn’t dodge. He immediately threw a punch intending to test how strong he currently was.

And this test...

Bang!

The ambushing disciple flew backward directly, and behind him, ripples caused by the force of the wind spread out, stirring the grass below.

”Boom!” The ambushing disciple crashed heavily into an ancient tree, with a loud crack, wood chips flying, and the ancient tree collapsed with a boom, raising a cloud of dust as it fell.

Simultaneously, an orange light shot out from the dust cloud and entered Chen Mo’s chest.

Instantly, the numbers on Chen Mo’s chest mark changed from ”4” to ”5.”

Points 400, became 800.

At the same time, a broadcast voice sounded from the void.

First place, Xuan Cheng, 1500 points.

Second place, Chen Mo, 800 points.

Third place, Ning Ben, 510 points.

Fourth place, Wang Zhenshen, 500 points.

Fifth place, Song Jun, 500 points.

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