104: Chapter 104 Survival Trial

As everyone gradually adapted to the cultivation life of the Tianjiao Camp, some began to feel that their days there were quite comfortable.

On the seventh day after entering the camp, a bombshell of news spread through the Tianjiao Camp: the first Survival Trial was about to begin.

This Survival Trial was both a form of training and a way to gauge everyone's true strength.

By observing the performance of each student, they would identify the potential stars worth focusing their cultivation efforts on.

...

"Hand over all spatial equipment."

Lei Zhan stood at the hatch of the transport plane, his single eye glinting with a cold light.

The gale howled, pouring into the cabin and blowing the gathered geniuses off balance.

"This assessment is called the Death Wasteland, and the rules are simple."

"Survive for seven days, or die inside."

Lei Zhan shook the massive, specially-made metal box in his hand.

"Aside from the combat suit you're wearing and a standard-issue dagger, you cannot bring anything else."

"Pills, supplies, weapons—everything will be confiscated."

"Anyone who doesn't want to hand them over can get out of the Tianjiao Camp right now."

Wails of despair instantly filled the cabin.

Which of these geniuses wasn't incredibly wealthy?

Their spatial rings were filled with life-saving trump cards.

Tang Si, in particular.

He clutched the ring on his hand tightly, his expression looking worse than if he had swallowed a fly.

"Instructor, you can't do this!"

"The Grandmaster Consolidation Package I just bought at the Myriad Treasures Pavilion is still inside!"

"It cost two hundred million! If it's confiscated, how am I supposed to stabilize my realm over the next seven days?"

Tang Si was so anxious he was on the verge of tears.

He had spent a fortune to be scammed... to buy it from Lin Fan.

He hadn't even had it long enough to warm it up.

Lei Zhan gave a cold laugh, completely ignoring the explanation.

"That's your problem."

"Either hand it over, or get out."

His rules in the Tianjiao Camp were absolute law.

Tang Si gritted his teeth and glanced at Lin Fan, who was sitting nearby with a calm and composed air.

He saw Lin Fan very cooperatively take off the storage ring from his hand and casually toss it into the metal box.

"Young Master Tang, broaden your horizons a bit."

Lin Fan advised with a beaming smile.

"Out with the old, in with the new."

"As long as you're alive, you can always buy things later."

Tang Si almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Easy for you to say!

That's my money!

But under Lei Zhan's murderous gaze, Tang Si could only tearfully remove his ring and drop it into the box.

As the last student handed over their equipment, Lei Zhan nodded in satisfaction.

"Very good."

"Now, the assessment begins."

No sooner had the words left his mouth.

Lei Zhan suddenly raised his foot.

Bang!

Tang Si, who was standing at the very front, didn't even have a chance to react before he was kicked straight out of the hatch.

"Ahhh!"

His shrill scream was instantly swallowed by the howling wind.

The faces of the other students changed drastically.

They were a thousand meters in the air!

And below them was the Death Wasteland, known as the Forbidden Life Zone!

No parachutes?

"What are you standing around for? Time to drop like dumplings!"

Lei Zhan gave them no time to hesitate.

Bang, bang, bang!

Like kicking soccer balls, he booted the terrified geniuses out of the plane one by one.

When it was Lin Fan's turn.

Before Lei Zhan could even raise his leg, Lin Fan jumped down on his own.

"No need for a send-off, I'll see myself out."

He knew very well.

Although Lin Fan didn't have a spatial ring on him, that kid's methods were definitely not as simple as they appeared on the surface.

...

A thousand meters up.

The gale whipped against their faces like knife blades.

Below.

Was a wasteland shrouded in a grayish-brown toxic mist.

"Help!"

"I can't fly!"

"Spiritual power! Quickly circulate your spiritual power to slow down!"

Hundreds of geniuses flailed in the air like a swarm of panicked, headless flies.

Although most of them were Martial Masters or even Half-step Grandmasters, and could theoretically use spiritual power to briefly hover.

But this sudden freefall, combined with the fear of the Death Wasteland, caused them to lose their cool instantly.

Especially the support-class students, whose faces were now deathly pale, with tears and snot running down.

In this moment of utter chaos.

A leisurely voice actually rose above the howling wind, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"Take a look, come and see!"

"The Myriad Treasures Pavilion's High-Altitude Branch is having a grand opening sale!"

"Still worried about not having a parachute? Still anxious about becoming a loot box upon landing?"

Everyone turned their heads in shock.

They saw that Lin Fan was not only completely unpanicked, but he had also adjusted into an extremely relaxed posture, performing a "backstroke" in mid-air.

The most ridiculous thing was.

At some point, a large megaphone had appeared in his hand.

"Lin Fan, where did you get a megaphone?"

Zhao Menglu screamed from not far away.

Everyone's spatial rings had clearly been confiscated!

Lin Fan chuckled.

"Trade secret."

His system space was bound to his soul; even if a brute like Lei Zhan stripped him naked, he wouldn't find anything.

Lin Fan flipped his wrist.

Several bulging backpacks appeared out of thin air, which he caught in his hands.

"Everyone, time is running out."

"Thirty seconds until impact."

"Myriad Treasures Pavilion Special: [Survival Blind Box: Parachute Edition]."

"The price is only 100 points, or an IOU for ten million!"

"Limited quantities, first come, first served!"

Crazy.

This guy is absolutely insane.

At a time like this, he's still doing business?

"I'll buy! I'll buy!"

A support-class boy shouted in a breakdown.

He was a Healer, and his physical constitution was naturally weak; falling like this would be certain death.

"You got it!"

Lin Fan tossed one casually.

A backpack flew accurately toward the boy.

"Remember to transfer the payment after landing, no credit allowed!"

The boy caught the backpack in a scramble and yanked the ripcord.

Pop!

A pink parachute instantly deployed.

It was even printed with a giant, mocking pig face.

Despite the embarrassing design, the descent speed definitely slowed down.

"It actually works!"

"I want one too! Brother Fan, give me one!"

"I'll pay twenty million! Give it to me, quick!"

The geniuses who were just screaming instantly turned into bargain-hunting aunties.

In the face of life and death, money meant nothing.

Lin Fan maneuvered through the air with agility, like a slippery fish.

He threw the backpacks out one by one with precision.

"Young Master Tang, you want one?"

Lin Fan flew over to Tang Si, who was frantically circulating his spiritual power in an attempt to slow down.

Tang Si was a Grandmaster after all; though he looked pathetic, he could still barely control his body.

"Get lost!"

Tang Si gritted his teeth.

"I am a Grandmaster! I don't need this kind of—ah!"

Before he could finish.

A massive flying beast suddenly burst out of the toxic mist and slammed hard into Tang Si.

Tang Si's spiritual power was disrupted, and he plummeted like a meteorite.

"Brother Fan, save me! I want a blind box!"

Tang Si's composure broke instantly as he screamed shrilly.

"That's more like it."

Lin Fan grinned and tossed a backpack over.

"For a VIP customer, I'll give you the 'extra-loaded' edition."

Tang Si caught the backpack and yanked it open.

Pfft!

No parachute popped out.

Instead, a large mass of thick white foam gushed out, instantly enveloping Tang Si in a giant white cocoon.

"[Buffer Foam Blind Box]"

"[Effect: Provides ultimate cushioning protection upon landing. Side effect: You will be trapped inside for half an hour.]"

"Lin Fan! F*ck your ancestors!"

Tang Si's angry cursing was muffled by the foam.

The massive white cocoon whistled as it smashed toward the ground.

Lin Fan watched this scene and nodded with satisfaction.

"This deal is a guaranteed two hundred million."

At this time.

The ground was getting closer and closer.

The scent of corrosive acid rain wafted toward him.

Lin Fan stopped fooling around.

He put away the megaphone and his body suddenly sank.

"S-Rank Talent [Indestructible Golden Body], activated."

A faint golden light covered his entire body.

He didn't use a parachute.

For someone with the Golden Body, this height was just right for loosening up his bones.

Boom!

Lin Fan, like a human cannonball, smashed heavily into a swamp.

Mud splattered everywhere.

The massive impact carved a deep crater into the ground.

The dust settled.

Lin Fan stepped out of the crater completely unharmed.

He brushed off the mud spots on his clothes and looked around.

The sky was as dark as ink, with purple-black lightning weaving through the clouds.

The air was thick with the stench of sulfur and rotting corpses.

Bubbling toxic swamps were everywhere, along with students fleeing in all directions amidst a chorus of screams.

"Ah! My leg!"

"What kind of bug is this? It's burrowing into my flesh!"

"Help! My skin is melting!"

The students who had just bought parachutes had landed safely, but before they could even catch their breath, they were surrounded by the toxic insects and strange beasts swarming from all around.

No weapons, no pills.

These greenhouse flowers were instantly plunged into a desperate situation.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. How tragic."

Lin Fan shook his head and found a sheltered high ground.

The view here was open, and the ground was dry.

He looked around, and after confirming there were no surveillance devices.

With a thought from Lin Fan.

Clatter.

A large pile of items appeared on the ground out of thin air.

A windproof tent, folding chairs, a smokeless grill, chilled happy water...

There was even a plate of sliced, beautifully marbled snowflake beef.

Since it was a "Survival Assessment."

Then how to survive was entirely up to him.