In the Nine Provinces, a day had passed, but on the turtle's back, seven years had passed!
Sun Mo's group of five didn't say a word and continued to advance toward the top of the mountain at a uniform speed.
In this world, there was a one-meter-wide steep marble staircase that extended all the way to the depths of the clouds.
On both sides of the staircase, there were bare hills seven years ago, but from the eighth year onward, the staircase directly pierced into the sky.
The name of the Heaven Staircase was well-deserved!
This was already the 15th year.
Sun Mo panted heavily, stopped in his tracks, and looked down.
Other than the azure sky and floating clouds, he couldn't see the ground anymore.
"I can't take it anymore. If I continue, I'm going to die!"
Gao Ning held onto his knees and panted heavily. After that, he looked at Sun Mo. "I really envy your physique!"
"Teacher Sun is the youngest. You have the absolute advantage in this stage!"
Fang Hong grumbled in her heart.
On this Heaven Staircase, everyone's spirit qi and great teacher halos were all taken away. It was a pure competition of the body and will.
This was like running a marathon. Naturally, the younger one was, the more advantageous it would be.
"You can't say that. Who asked us to be old?"
Du Changgong laughed in self-mockery and looked at Secondary Saint Zhou. "Hurry up, that fellow is going to shake us off!"
"He's holding back his energy and wants to kill Teacher Sun!"
Fang Hong teased.
After everyone entered this world, they subconsciously traveled together. No one wanted to be the first to scout the path in case they stepped on a landmine. However, 15 years had passed, and everyone had figured out the content of the test.
Right now, the five of them were hungry and tired, but they wouldn't die of hunger or exhaustion. Such torturous physical reactions were like maggots in one's bones, making them feel extremely uncomfortable.
"I'm a secondary saint, why do I have to suffer like this?"
Gao Ning felt a little depressed.
(Isn't it more enjoyable than staying in a luxurious mansion, eating watermelon and watching, and when I'm bored, having sex with the concubine of a character?)
Gao Ning, who was already used to his strength, suddenly became an ordinary person. It was as uncomfortable as it could be.
Looking at the soles of his feet, the blisters popped and popped again. Right now, his feet were as thick as a steel plate. Even swords couldn't pierce through them.
"That's why I said that you rich kids have to rely on the protection of your clans. You can't endure any hardship!"
Du Changgong sneered.
He had already taken off his master teacher robe and was only wearing a pair of sackcloth pants. He had even rolled them up to his calves, and each of his steps was more and more stable than the one before.
"Heh!"
Gao Ning pretended to be helpless. "I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth. What can I do? I can't possibly go and live in a poor family, right? "
"Everyone was raised by their parents. I'm lucky, so what's wrong with that?"
Gao Ning despised Du Changgong's attitude the most. It was as if he was born into an aristocratic family, and his achievements were a dark history that was not worthy of respect.
"Hmph!"
Du Changgong coldly snorted, "But now that I'm standing here, competing with you on the same stage, it means that you're trash!"
"Come on, how many people are like you?"
Gao Ning smiled generously. "I admit that I'm not as good as you, how about that?"
Gao Ning's expression deflated Changgong Du, who was about to bicker with him.
"You guys are already secondary saints, so why are you still feeling conflicted about your origins?"
Fang Hong was speechless.
"When I become the Sect Master, I will definitely suppress you rich and powerful families and give the benefits to the poor!"
Du Changgong said ruthlessly and quickened his pace.
This was the core driving force behind him wanting to become the Sect Master.
"Crazy!"
Gao Ning scolded. He turned back and took a glance before sighing. "Sigh, if I wasn't surrounded by people, I would have given up long ago!"
"Only two days have passed in the real world. If you don't give up now, you still have a long way to go!"
Fang Hong sneered.
"Forget it, let's continue!"
Gao Ning was someone who cared about his reputation, so he was too embarrassed to back down.
However, after five days had passed, which was 35 years, Gao Ning couldn't take it anymore.
"I'm not leaving! I'm not leaving! "
Gao Ning sat down. "This is f * cking inhumane!"
Right now, he was so skinny that he was only skin and bones due to hunger. His entire body was aching, and every step he took felt as if there were countless steel knives stabbing into his body.
Sun Mo and Fang Hong glanced at him and didn't say anything. They continued forward.
"Xu Chunbo, let me out!"
Gao Ning, who was sitting on the stairs, bellowed. After that, his vision blurred, and he appeared in the great hall.
"F * ck!"
Gao Ning's body shook violently, and he directly fell to the ground.
"Teacher!"
All the disciples jumped in fright.
"As expected of the Heavenly Stairway. Every step is like suffering torture."
Gao Ning felt very regretful. "I have no hope of becoming a saint in this lifetime!"
Luckily, Gao Ning had this understanding long ago. Otherwise, he wouldn't have come to fight for the position of the sect leader. Therefore, he only felt regret and not despair.
Everyone was shocked.
How cruel was this stage? It actually made a secondary saint give up?
Someone said that Gao Ning's will wasn't strong enough? Lazy personality?
No one believed it. After all, those who could rise to the secondary saint realm were all dragons and phoenixes among men. It could only be said that ascending the Heavenly Stairway was too difficult.
Forty years passed.
Sun Mo was still walking alongside Fang Hong.
"For this round, Secondary Saint Zhou is determined to win against you. You're so slow. Are you really alright?"
Fang Hong was curious. If it wasn't for the fact that she was getting old, she would have thought that Sun Mo was up to no good by following her.
"It doesn't matter!"
Sun Mo smiled. His performance in the first three rounds was extremely good. Even if Secondary Saint Zhou took first place, it wouldn't affect the final result much. Moreover, from what Xu Chunbo said, there were still one or two more rounds. Therefore, he might as well conserve his energy.
"Teacher Fang, why are you working so hard?"
Sun Mo was very curious. The Nine Provinces was a world where men were superior to women. It was already an impressive achievement for Fang Hong to become a secondary saint. No one expected her to become a saint.
"It's because of your mentality!"
Fang Hong sneered. "I want to let the world see that we women can do it too. We can become a sect leader and become a saint. There's nothing we can't do."
"..."
Sun Mo accidentally kicked an iron board and quickly shut up.
"I have a great-granddaughter who's 18 years old and as beautiful as a flower..."
Fang Hong didn't blame Sun Mo for looking down on women. After all, he was an outstanding talent among men and had the qualifications to look down on anyone. Therefore, she might as well form a marriage alliance.
"I'm already 40 years old!"
Sun Mo smiled in self-mockery. He didn't know how badly he would be scolded if he married a three-wheeled girl.
"True love has nothing to do with age!"
Fang Hong argued.
The main point was that she didn't have true love!
However, Sun Mo didn't dare to retort. Seeing that Fang Hong started to introduce her great-granddaughter, Sun Mo hurriedly quickened his steps.
The two of them walked for another half a year. On the stairs, they saw Changgong Du who was sitting. His hands were covering his face, looking disappointed.
"Teacher Du!"
Just when Sun Mo wanted to greet him, he was stopped by Fang Hong.
"Don't disturb him. Let him calm down!"
Fang Hong sighed. "He came from a poor family and has always been exceptionally headstrong. He wants to be number one in everything. Now that he's giving up, he must be extremely upset."
In truth, Fang Hong was relying on her unwillingness to admit defeat and clenched her teeth to persist.
Sun Mo and Fang Hong brushed past Changgong Du.
Changgong Du didn't have any reaction.
(I've lost!)
He still wanted to climb, but there was a limit to one's strength. After all, he was too old. In order to catch up to those geniuses from the aristocratic clans, he had to put in tens of times more effort than them. Therefore, he had long since overdrafted his body.
(My useless legs!)
Changgong Du fiercely punched his knee and then lay down on the stairs.
(I can't become a sect leader, and I can't become a saint!)
(As expected, children from poor families shouldn't have dreams!)
Changgong Du lay down and looked at the flowing clouds in the sky. He was filled with deep disgust toward himself. He had given up. But at this moment, a heroic and carefree male voice rang out from the mountain.
A golden goblet of wine is worth ten thousand, a jade plate is worth ten thousand!
Stopping the cup and throwing the chopsticks, unable to eat, drawing the sword and looking around, at a loss!
...
Changgong Du's ears pricked up immediately. The man's singing wasn't very pleasant to the ears, but the words and phrases were extremely good.
This was especially so for the phrase 'there will always be a time when the wind breaks through the waves'. This caused Changgong Du to stand up reflexively and exclaim 'awesome'.
...
"Good poem!"
Fang Hong praised, "Other than being an expert in both calligraphy and painting, you should also have the reputation of being the Nine Provinces Poet Saint!"
"Teacher Fang is praising me too much. This is something I've never heard before!"
Sun Mo was humble.
Fang Hong smiled and didn't pursue this topic. Instead, she turned her head and continued reading. "You admire Changgong Du?"
"Everyone who works hard deserves to be respected and admired!"
Sun Mo smiled. "If it's possible, I hope that he can fight till the end!"
One could say that Changgong Du, who came from a poor background, was the role model for countless poor children. If he fell here, it would cause everyone to feel despair.
Could it be that the poor couldn't win?
Fang Hong nodded and was about to speak when a large stretch of resplendent golden light suddenly burst forth from below. Then, a beam of golden light arced across the sky like a meteor, rushing straight toward the mountain peak that was covered by the clouds.
"This..."
Fang Hong was dumbfounded. "He became a saint?"
After that, she looked at Sun Mo and was dumbfounded. "You... you helped a secondary saint to become a saint."
"It's Saint Du's self-enlightenment!"
Sun Mo didn't claim credit.
"This is the Saint Hall. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, if Saint Du doesn't acknowledge this favor, he'll be despised by everyone."
Fang Hong was envious. In the future, Changgong Du would be Sun Mo's natural ally. "Why aren't you agitated?"
Sun Mo shrugged. (It's because I've already helped a secondary saint to become a saint in the past.)
(Eh?
Wait a minute?
There should be, right?
But why can't I remember the name of that secondary saint?)
...
"Haha, Sun Mo, do you see that? The first place is mine! "
Looking at the high platform at the end of the stairs 100 meters above them, Second Saint Zhou laughed out loud. (I've won this round.)
Just as Second Saint Zhou was prepared to continue working hard and get the first place, a beam of golden light shot up from below at an extremely fast speed.
Swoosh!
The golden light landed on the high platform, revealing Changgong Du's figure!
"What's going on?"
Second Saint Zhou was dumbfounded. His first reaction was that Changgong Du had cheated. But very soon, he sensed an immense saint might from Changgong Du!
(This guy has become a saint?)
In an instant, the jealousy in Second Saint Zhou's heart filled his chest!
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