Disciple, you are too evil.

Among the younger generation of Zixiao Mountain, Huang Han is one of the best. Except for Fang Shiyuan, Sun Xiaokong, Jiang Cairong and others, there is really no one who has a higher cultivation level than him.

Huang Han has reached the seventh level of the Golden Core Realm after practicing on the main peak these days.

Huang Han recorded his information on the stone tablet according to the instructions of his junior uncle, and then stepped into the Trial Tower.

All the sect disciples outside the Trial Tower looked at the stone tablet.

Although the scene of Huang Han's passing the level cannot be seen, the right side of the stone tablet can show how many levels the challenger has passed.

After drinking a cup of tea, a line of dazzling words suddenly appeared on the stone tablet:

"Congratulations to Huang Han for passing the first level."

After two more cups of tea, another line of dazzling words appeared on the stone tablet:

"Congratulations to Huang Han for passing the second level."

"With Brother Huang's level, he must have passed at least more than 20 levels." A disciple discussed.

"Brother Huang is one of the five great geniuses of our Zixiao Mountain. He might be able to pass the level." A disciple who admired Huang Han said.

"Looking at the speed of Brother Huang's passing the levels, it seems that these levels are not difficult. I also want to try."

The crowd was talking about it. While these disciples were talking, Huang Han had passed the sixth level.

The first six levels were all puppets in the foundation-building stage. It didn't take too much effort for Huang Han, it just took some time.

After passing the sixth level, Huang Han stepped onto the seventh level.

In front of the Trial Tower, Yang Qiu was introducing the seventh level to all the disciples:

"There is no one in the seventh level, just an empty room, but this level is an illusion, and everyone encounters a different illusion when entering the seventh level."

"Some people may encounter a group of beauties, some may find treasures, some may appear on a battlefield, and some may return to their hometown as children... The encounters are not the same."

"This level is a relatively difficult level, and it is not particularly related to the realm. Passing it will greatly improve your own cultivation, so everyone must try this level in the future."

"Okay, let's see if Huang Han can pass this level first."

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As soon as he entered the seventh level, Huang Han suddenly appeared in a manor. In his memory, he was a small guard martial artist in this manor.

This manor is where a wealthy businessman named Song lives. In this manor, there are more than 20 martial artists.

What Huang Han needs to do every day is to patrol with other martial artists. As a wealthy businessman, his mansion is naturally very large.

Huang Han was patrolling with three guards when suddenly a burst of urgent horn sounds came from the manor. Huang Han knew that it was the owner of the manor calling all the people in the mansion to the hall for a meeting.

When the four people arrived at the hall, it was already crowded with people, almost everyone in the manor had come.

There were two women crying in the hall. Huang Han knew these two women, they were the second and third wives of Mr. Song.

At this time, the housekeeper Liu of the mansion came out and looked at the people in the hall. He choked and said, "The master drank in the prime minister's mansion and suddenly died. The body has been sent back."

The people in the hall heard a sudden commotion. Huang Han knew that Mr. Song was only in his forties, at the prime age, how could he suddenly die of drinking.

There must be a big trick here.

Butler Liu said, "Madam plans to transport the master's body back to his hometown for burial. The journey back to his hometown is long, and I don't know when I can return. So I'm here to say that this manor will be closed for a few months. Everyone will come to me to receive thirty taels of silver each, and then go back to your own homes."

"Masters, please stay for now. I have something to discuss."

After hearing what the butler said, the people in the hall gradually dispersed, leaving only more than twenty masters.

Steward Liu said: "This time, it is thousands of miles from the capital to the master's hometown. The journey is long and not very peaceful. In view of the fact that the master has been kind to you all, I hope that everyone can help the lady to send the master's body back to his hometown. The reward is twenty times the usual amount."

"Of course, if there are martial artists who don't want to go, you can also tell me. I will give each martial artist 100 taels of silver to comfort everyone's hard work in the past few years."

"Everyone go back and think about it first. If you are willing to go, tell me in the afternoon, and we will set off tomorrow."

In the afternoon, the servants of the mansion came to receive 30 taels of silver and left the Song Mansion. Under the incentive of the heavy money, seven of the martial artists were willing to follow the two ladies back to their hometown.

Huang Han has been in the Song Mansion for several years. Now that Master Song has something wrong, he decided to follow Steward Liu to send the master's coffin back to his hometown.

The next day, under the leadership of Steward Liu, the second and third wives took Master Song's coffin on the road.

They were accompanied by several young men and young ladies, seven martial arts masters, four servants, and four hired carriages.

Because they had to carry the coffin of Mr. Song, the four carriages moved very slowly, only traveling 70 to 80 miles a day. It would probably take a month and a half to travel 3,000 miles.

They walked for seven or eight days without realizing it.

"Butler Liu, it's a bit slow to go this way. I'll go explore the road and see if there's a shortcut." A martial arts master named Ma said to Butler Liu.

"Okay, then I'll trouble Master Ma." Butler Liu said.

Master Ma rode his horse and galloped forward, and soon he disappeared.

Huang Han saw Master Ma going to explore the road. He felt very strange. This Master Ma had many shortcomings when he was in the Song Mansion. One was that he was greedy for money and often sold things from the Song Mansion. The other was that he was cunning. If you can be lazy, you will definitely be lazy.

Therefore, this horse martial artist should not go out to explore the road so diligently. It is very tiring to explore the road back and forth.

Before evening came, Master Ma returned with all the smoke and dust along the way.

"Steward Liu, I asked a few people along the way. If we walk along this avenue, it will take six days to get to Hetianfu. But I asked a local and he said that if we climb over the barren mountain in front of us, it will take two days. Once we arrive at Hetian Mansion, we can save a lot of time by returning to Master’s hometown from Hetian Mansion.”

Butler Liu looked at the barren mountains in front of him and said, "I'm afraid not many people are walking on this mountain. If we encounter a strong man, it will be troublesome."

At this time, a martial artist named Zhou among the martial arts masters said with a smile: "Don't worry, Butler Liu. With the combat power of our seven martial arts masters, twenty or thirty little thieves can still be dealt with."

A martial artist named Wang said: "It is better not to go to the barren mountains. It is recommended to take the main road."

Huang Han glanced at Martial Master Wang. Martial Master Wang was relatively simple and honest, but he was very powerful.

Martial Master Zhou smiled and said, "Don't worry, Old Wang. If there are thieves on the mountain, you can kill a dozen of them by yourself. Besides, why don't we send Mr. Song back to his hometown as soon as possible?"

Mr. Song's name was already mentioned, and Butler Liu was not sure which path to take, so he went to consult the two ladies.

"Since these martial arts masters are willing to take the small road, then it's okay to take the small road. This way, we can go home a few days earlier."

So the group of people walked onto the path in the barren mountain and followed the path all the way up.

At night, everyone found a relatively flat place to stop and set up a stove to cook.

Master Ma said: "Come, let's have a drink together, it will keep us warm at night."

Butler Liu said: "Martial Master Ma, it's better not to drink in the barren mountains and mountains. Don't do anything else at night."

Martial Master Ma said: "Don't worry, Butler Liu, just have a few sips and everything will be fine."

This time, we have to rely on these martial artists to help Mr. Song's coffin return to his hometown. Butler Liu can't say anything.

When a group of men gathered together and started drinking, they could still hold their cups there. Martial Master Wang was a good drinker, so he was persuaded by the two martial arts masters Ma and Zhou to drink a few more drinks, which made him stagger a little when he walked.

Martial Master Wang must have been drunk, so he sat under a tree and fell asleep.

Two tents were set up under a tree for the two ladies and young ladies to sleep. The others each found a tree to rest around a blanket.

Huang Han didn't drink, and everything was quiet. He closed his eyes and was about to rest when he suddenly heard the cry of a night owl. After two calls, there was no sound.

Huang Han was agitated and opened his eyes suddenly.