Although becoming a reserve of saints means that there may be a bright future, at the same time, it is also embarking on a more difficult road of competition.

On the day of the enthronement, the envoy will teach one or two exercises and martial arts according to the qualifications of the person to be enthroned, and let them practice on their own. It can be said that every messenger is the enlightenment teacher of the holy woman's reserve.

After the teaching, they will come to raid from time to time.

It is this irregularity that forces every object of the edict to dare not relax at any time.

Of course, for the envoy, the ultimate purpose of the surprise inspection is to assess the cultivation of the subject of the enthronement, so as to judge the talent and willpower of the subject of the enclosure.

After all, what she taught after becoming the reserve of the Holy Maiden was the advanced martial arts of the Thousand Phoenix Palace. Whether it is comprehension or cultivation, it is already quite difficult.

Especially in the process of cultivation, the level of pain is comparable to receiving torture, and it is torture day after day. Its sharpening of the warrior's willpower is almost to the point of perversion.

Once the envoy arrives on the day and the subject of the edict fails to pass the assessment, the envoy will write it down. And this simple stroke is like a lingering stain on every saint's reserve. In their hearts, the severity is even comparable to the innocence tarnished.

What's more, because of this stroke, the pace of cultivation of that holy maiden's reserve will slow down because of this. Because in the eyes of the higher-ups, you have not completed this stage of cultivation, so they will postpone teaching you more advanced martial arts.

To be able to become a saint and a reserve is one in a million top geniuses. Therefore, the impact of this slowdown is undoubtedly fatal.

The number of such assessments varies from person to person, but generally at least eighteen are conducted. Therefore, some people once joked that if you want to become a saint, you need to go through the cruel tempering of "eighteen layers of hell".

The difficulty of these eighteen times is comparable to the annual assessment of the first ten years of the Martial God Temple. Therefore, on the Sacred Continent, I am afraid that only the people of the Thousand Phoenix Hall dare to despise the Martial God Temple.

And it is precisely because this assessment is as cruel as the eighteenth layer of hell, so it only takes one or two slowdowns to completely leave your progress behind by your peers. The psychological pressure you are under will also be unprecedentedly great, so that in the end, you will almost definitely not be able to pass the assessment of the saints.

Of course, there are exceptions to everything.

There were indeed some saints in the history of the Thousand Phoenix Palace, and in the process of cultivation, they were recorded for one reason or another, and then slowed down the progress of their cultivation. But they were ashamed and courageous, and in the subsequent competition, they defeated those opponents who had no stain, and finally became saints.

However, in the entire thousand-year history of the Thousand Phoenix Palace, there are not even five such figures. Moreover, even if they become saints, these stains will always stay with them, becoming an almost irreparable knot in their hearts, which in turn will affect their cultivation to impact the higher realms.

And the achievements of these saints in the end are indeed inferior to those saints who have no stain. At the same time, it is also thanks to these saints that an unwritten rule has been left in the Thousand Phoenix Palace.

That is, any saint reserve is only allowed to have a maximum of two chances to be tainted. By the third time, although the high-level will not send a special envoy to revoke the seal, they themselves will have no face to continue to hold this title. Because among the saints, the one with the most stains was only twice.

Therefore, every reserve of the Holy Maiden will look at the "surprise inspection" of the messenger more than the sky.

Murong Danqing had already inquired about it, and the envoy who sealed her liked to carry out a "surprise attack" in half a year. And the other envoys, such as the one who sealed Duanmu Ziye, only assessed Ziye a whole year after the edict.

So in the past few months, her cultivation can be described as diligent to the extreme. Perhaps it was because she was too diligent that she claimed to Yan Huang on the decisive stage that she was lazy by nature and her cultivation was not so diligent. In this way, I can more or less vent my physical fatigue and inner pressure.

However, Murong Danqing would never have dreamed that the assessment messenger she "thought about day and night" would not come early or late, but only appeared when she went to the Holy Star Tower.

Mu Qingcheng was also nervous to the extreme at this moment. At the same time, I secretly blamed myself for many things in my heart. If she hadn't gotten up and called her sister after seeing the Yan Famine, maybe she wouldn't have gone to the Holy Star Tower.

Although she felt that it was definitely not a problem to settle the Yan Famine with her sister's strength. But after all, at that time, Yan Huang hid her cultivation, and she couldn't see through it. Who would dare to say that Yan Huang didn't get any other adventures except for the Concealment Technique? What if his strength was really strong?

In addition, the significance of this assessment is too great, if something goes wrong with my sister, it will be a devastating blow!

"Mu Chengcheng greets the envoy!"

At the main entrance of the Golden Bird Tower, people looked at the infinite scenery during this time, and Mu Qingcheng, who was arrogant to anyone, welcomed a woman in ordinary clothes, a woman who was not good-looking, respectfully, as if welcoming the ancestors.

As the Initiator of the Holy Maiden's reserve, every messenger will naturally be able to conceal the technique. And they tend to be more low-key. Not only cultivators, but many people will even hide their clothes and appearance by means. To outsiders, he really looks like an ordinary person.

In the private room, Mu Qingcheng gave the envoy to the main seat, and she herself didn't even have the courage to sit. It's like a calling girl, standing with her head down. As for the other girls, because the difference in identity is too great, they can't step into the private room at this moment.

"Messenger, please use ......"

Mu Chengcheng had just offered the fragrant tea with both hands, and the messenger waved his hand slightly, motioning for her to put it on the desk. Then without waiting for Mu Qingcheng to finish speaking, he said directly: "Isn't that girl Danqing here?

"Returning to the envoy, that girl did practice hard every day some time ago, but she returned yesterday. The original plan was to adjust it for a day and then go out to practice. So this morning, she took care of some mundane things for me, and she is not in the building at the moment. ”

"Well, good!"

The messenger nodded. There was not the slightest fluctuation of expression on his face. In her opinion, adjustment in the midst of hard training is necessary. No matter how talented a genius is, he is also a human being, and he is flesh and blood, so it is still necessary to abide by these four words.

Mu Qingcheng saw that the envoy was not displeased because Murong Danqing was not cultivating, and the stone hanging in his heart could be regarded as letting go. She said in a low voice: "My lord, I have already asked Ah Luo to find Danqing's girl, she should be back soon!

"Well, good!" the messenger took a sip of tea and smiled faintly, "Your tea here is quite evocative, so you might as well wait." ”

Mu Tingcheng laughed a few times, his eyes looked towards the door from time to time, and his ears were pricked up like wolves. If it weren't for the fact that she was the only one here who was qualified to accompany the envoy, Mu Qingcheng really wanted to go to the Holy Star Tower in person to capture his sister back.

"Why haven't you come yet...... Why haven't you come yet......"

In the blink of an eye, a quarter of an hour has passed. Mu Chengcheng always watched the envoy's expression, although he saw that she was still as usual, but Mu Chengcheng's own palm was sweating, and it was another quarter of an hour, and there was still no news. Fine beads of sweat were already oozing from the corners of Mu Chengcheng's forehead.

There was a palpable hint of displeasure on the emissary's face.

Because in her opinion, in the land of the pill in Dragon Bird City, half an hour is enough to get a big living person back. With such a delay, could it be that Murong Danqing hadn't actually cultivated well during this time, so that he was a little flustered? Mu Qingcheng saw this, and was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

Finally, after about a cup of tea, I heard the sound of small footsteps at the gate.

As if she saw hope, Mu Tingcheng rushed to the door with an arrow, but to her disappointment and even shock, it was only Ah Luo who came back.

(End of chapter)