Nine Revolutions Star Transformation

Now, as Chu Linfeng walked through Wangtu City, no one could tell he was from the Human Race. His presence emanated Ghost Qi, marking him as a powerful figure, prompting many from the Ghost Race to steer clear.

There were many people in the city, and Chu Linfeng knew he didn’t need to ask for the location of the City Lord’s Mansion. By following the crowd, he could easily find it. Today was the last day for registration, and many Ghost Race members had traveled a long way to attend.

Soon, Chu Linfeng arrived with the crowd at an estate as grand as the Green Frost Sect’s. Outside stood dozens of Ghost Race members, including two uncovered elders whose faces appeared ghastly with just skin left.

Chu Linfeng noticed several tables outside the mansion, each with a person at the front, registering names of those who wished to sign up. He squeezed into the crowd and queued up to wait for his turn.

Soon, a familiar voice reached his ears. It was Liu Yiyan and Shao Yibi, the two Ghost Race members he had let go earlier. They approached Chu Linfeng and said, ”Brother, why did you choose to sign up? This is extremely dangerous. I suggest you just watch the fun with us.”

”I want to give it a try. If I can’t succeed, I won’t regret it. If you two don’t want to join me, I won’t force you. You can enjoy watching the spectacle!” said Chu Linfeng.

In recent days, he had absorbed a lot of Ghost Qi and collected quite a number of Nether Stones. Altogether, he had about ten thousand Nether Stones, which was no small amount.

The two, upon hearing Chu Linfeng’s resolve, opted not to persuade him further. ”If you’re going to stick to it, be careful. Rumor has it that Seventh Layer of Saint Martial Realm experts are participating. If you find it difficult, leave early.”

”Thanks to you both for the advice! I understand! Take these Nether Stones and treat yourselves to some drinks!” Chu Linfeng said, then retrieved several hundred Nether Stones from his Storage Ring and handed them to one of them.

Receiving Nether Stones was an incredible boon, bringing joy to their faces, ”Thank you, brother! I’m sure you’ll become an elite disciple. Don’t forget about us when you do!”

Chu Linfeng nodded, then remained silent. As time passed, his turn finally came. The person before him was an elder from the Ghost Race, whose appearance, although somewhat frail, bore resemblance to the Human Race, hinting at formidable strength.

”What’s your name?” the registrar asked.

”Lin Feng!” Chu Linfeng promptly answered, handing one hundred Nether Stones as the registration fee to the elder.

The elder quickly wrote Chu Linfeng’s name on a black Wooden Token and said, ”This is your Wooden Token, with your number and name on it. Keep it safe because if you lose it, it won’t be reissued. Once the registration ends, you will proceed directly to the elimination contest. Now, please go to the designated location to wait. Young man, I have faith in you!”

Chu Linfeng took the Wooden Token and discovered faint Energy Fluctuations on it. Using his Divine Sense, he verified his name was inscribed, along with the number three thousand seven hundred eighty-one. The Wooden Token was as heavy as an iron plate, weighing dozens of pounds despite its small size. He wondered what material it was made of.

”Understood. Thank you, respected elder!” Chu Linfeng politely replied, knowing forging good relationships with these individuals was crucial for the future. This understanding was why he had befriended the two Ghost Race members with lesser strength.

In the Netherworld, there were no days or nights. Time was generally gauged by weather changes: morning fog was dense, disappearing by noon, and at night the chirping of Nether insects could be heard, which signaled the start of the next day. This was what Chu Linfeng had grasped in the past few days.

Chu Linfeng then left the registration area and proceeded to the designated location, where thousands were already gathered. Faces of innumerable shapes and sizes were present, including many Ghost Race members with indescribably hideous appearances, while those with complete Human-like faces numbered less than a hundred.

The wait was lengthy, with many Ghost Race members discussing the City Lord’s Mansion’s recruitment of elite disciples. Chu Linfeng quietly listened, attentive to a particularly intriguing piece of information.

Elite disciples had the opportunity to directly enter Black Spirit City to become Black Spirit Guards, a place of the highest privilege among the Ghost Race. Regular Ghost Race members didn’t qualify for entry, as the City Entry Fee alone was astronomical.

At this moment, a loud voice echoed overhead, ”Welcome, my excellent citizens of the Ghost Race! I’m thrilled to see so many participating in the elite disciple selection for Wangtu City. I’m the commander of this tournament, and I hope everyone showcases their very best today.

An elite, after all, is gifted in both martial prowess and intellect. The rewards are substantial, with outstanding participants potentially receiving extra prizes from the City Lord. You all know what they are, so I won’t elaborate. Now, please proceed through the Teleportation Gate to the contest grounds.”

With his words, the crowd became ecstatic. Many Ghost Race members were driven by the prospect of the rewards, others to gain entry into Black Spirit City, and some sought the City Lord’s prize, the Netherworld Purple Orchid.

Chu Linfeng was slightly startled by the realization. Transporting so many through a Teleportation Gate would take quite a while. He wondered whether this Netherworld’s Teleportation Gate was akin to the one in Canglan Ancient Land.

A purple light suddenly flashed in the sky, followed by immense energy fluctuations, revealing a massive black hole. It resembled a Space Black Hole but possessed energy fluctuations.

”Could this be the Teleportation Gate?” Chu Linfeng said to himself in amazement. The black hole was about several dozen meters wide, capable of teleporting several hundred people at once. The Netherworld’s creations were indeed remarkable.

The individuals ahead rose into the air, entering the black hole directly. Soon, the front cleared out significantly, and after a few minutes, it was Chu Linfeng’s turn. The entire teleportation process lasted less than half an hour.

Chu Linfeng found himself in an endless desert, where those who had been transported earlier were already gathered. Then, the voice of the man who had spoken earlier echoed through the sky:

”Welcome to the Land of the Dead. It is perilous indeed. As we seek elite disciples, constant elimination is necessary. Each of you has a Wooden Token, which records your name and information. However, the information can be erased.

You’re required to survive here and seize others’ Wooden Tokens. Whoever collects the most will qualify for the next round of elimination. Only one hundred spots are available among the over ten thousand here, meaning gaining promotion necessitates having at least one hundred Wooden Tokens. How you obtain them—through trickery, theft, or combat—is up to you.

There is a Teleportation Gate here as well, which will transport you to different places. You have half a month here. Good luck to all of you!”

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