Ghost Catching System

A group of students stood outside the Assessment Hall gate, numbering in the hundreds.

"Zhang Han," someone called to Chu Hao.

It was September, she was here too, and upon seeing Chu Hao, she waved vigorously.

Today, she overturned her usual shabby image, seemingly dressed up a bit, with a shapely waist and hips, long legs, hair tied up, a refreshing and neat face, and crystal-clear tender lips, unforgettable at a glance.

Actually, she was quite pretty, not sure why she used to be so untidy.

September walked over, nervously saying, "So many people."

Chu Hao smiled and said, "Indeed, there are a lot."

September pulled a face, saying, "I just heard everyone saying that the older you are, the more difficult the assessment is. I’m twenty-three, doesn’t that mean I have to meet the standards of the Yellow-robed Students?"

A different age, a different assessment? That’s rather fair.

Not far away, someone said, "Young Master Wen from the Thirteenth Branch has arrived."

Indeed, Young Master Wen had come. He was the president of the Student Worker’s Union at the Thirteenth Branch, followed by a group of students, varying in age, the oldest around thirty, the other students instinctively made way for him.

Someone whispered, "This Young Master Wen, so young, yet holds the position of president of the Student Worker’s Union, truly remarkable."

"Did you just find out? Those students around him, the oldest is thirty. It’s said that he reached the Yellow-robed Student standard long ago."

"Ah! Since he reached the Yellow-robed Student standard, why is he still a student?" someone asked puzzled.

Someone crossed their arms, sneering, "Heh... Which Yellow-robed Student is over thirty? According to Sacred Land standards, those over thirty, even the weakest, are Blue-robed Students."

Indeed, in the Sacred Land, no matter how strong you are, age matters. If you don’t meet these, no matter how strong you are, it doesn’t count.

Young Master Wen’s gaze swept over several formidable competitors, presidents from other branches, and his members.

At this moment, Young Master Wen noticed Chu Hao’s figure, and he was slightly taken aback.

Young Master Wen strode over, people making way, and he approached Chu Hao, coldly saying, "Truly surprising, look who it is? The goalkeeper of our branch’s Shuxiang Garden."

A young man said, "President, is this the guy who took the best position? Kid, you’ve got guts, don’t you?"

September pulled Chu Hao, saying, "Let’s go, let’s not bother with them."

September, after dressing up, indeed stood out. Once shabby, her good figure and attractive looks now made anyone jealous of the beautiful student sticking close to Chu Hao.

Someone directly mocked, "Kid, already learned to hide behind women’s skirts? With your guts, coming here for the assessment, go home and nurse."

September was furious, angrily saying, "Say that again if you dare."

The guy, casual and indifferent, continued, "Beauty, what’s the future with someone like him? Better to follow Young Master Wen; even if you fail the assessment, you’d have a stable life, wouldn’t you all agree?"

Those behind Young Master Wen all laughed.

"Exactly, exactly."

"You!" September was furious beyond belief.

Chu Hao calmly said, "Trash, you sure talk a lot."

The guy was stunned, with a grim expression, saying, "What did you say? Who are you calling trash?"

Chu Hao shrugged, saying, "Sorry, I wasn’t targeting you."

The guy smiled, saying, "That’s better, hiding behind women for a lifetime isn’t a bad gig."

Chu Hao glanced at him sideways, saying, "I meant to say, all of you here are trash."

"Ding... Host successfully showed off, earning 60,000 Pretentiousness Points."

The guy was speechless, thinking Chu Hao had yielded, but the statement like that made him fume.

Those behind Young Master Wen were also angry, a thirty-year-old student coldly saying, "Say that again."

September hadn’t expected Chu Hao to retort, provoking everyone, and started worrying for him.

"Do trash have bad ears?" Chu Hao shrugged again.

The thirty-year-old student almost lashed out, but Young Master Wen stopped him, saying, "Don’t act, it’s not worth it."

The older student took a deep breath.

Young Master Wen stared at Chu Hao, saying, "Hope you can keep being so arrogant."

The Assessment Hall doors opened, and an examiner appeared, saying, "Assessment begins, this time there are 736 participants, only ten can advance to White-robed Students, five to Yellow-robed Students, and one to Red-robed Student."

The crowd gasped, only sixteen spots among seven hundred people, the competition was intense.

"Only sixteen! Oh my gosh."

"With seven hundred here, the competition is huge."

Students wailed one after another.

The examiner said impassively, "Enough talk, those whose names are called, come in. Zhao Qi, Chen Fangyuan, Mu Liu, Zhang Yuan, Young Master Wen."

Fifty people in total were called, the first batch to enter.

"Those called, follow me," the examiner said.

Another examiner came out, wasting no time, saying, "Second batch, Qin Fei, Liao Le, September, Zhang Han..."

September, hearing her name, was incredibly nervous.

Deeply anxious, palms sweaty, Chu Hao patted her shoulder, saying, "Let’s go."

September smiled wryly, thinking Chu Hao was too calm, and followed him into the Assessment Hall.

Fifty people entered a room, in front stood a Stone Talisman, two meters high and half a meter wide, everyone was tense.

In front, an elderly man about sixty appeared, saying, "Those called, come forward, place your hand on the Stone Talisman, it will test your age and strength, unqualified ones will be eliminated."

"Qin Fei," the examiner called.

Qin Fei, a bit excited, was the first to step forward, placing his hand on the Stone Talisman.

The elder reminded, "Mobilize your internal Yang Energy."

Qin Fei gathered his full strength.

Immediately, the Stone Talisman emitted a light, and several words appeared on it.

The elder read, "Twenty years old, strength at Earth Master Minor Achievement Realm, eliminated."

Qin Fei’s face turned pale, exclaiming, "Teacher, give me another chance, please give me another chance."

He had waited for this day for over a year, and now being the first eliminated was a huge shock to his heart.

The elder snorted coldly, "No noise, leave."

Qin Fei, excitedly said, "Teacher, I can do it, please give me another chance, I’m begging you."

He stepped forward, hugging the elder’s leg, pleading persistently.

"Someone, drag him out, revoke his student spot," the elder shouted, a thunderous voice booming in the room.

Qin Fei stood stunned, pale.

Students collectively gasped, being expelled from the Sacred Land was utterly despairing.

Qin Fei was taken away by those maintaining order. It’s likely he would never set foot in the Sacred Land’s gates again in his lifetime.

"Second, An Xiaole," the elder said.

"Eliminated, next."

"Eliminated, next."

"Eliminated..."

The extremely strict assessment made everyone’s heart pound like crazy.

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