The female lead thought she had a "proud and arrogant" character script.

The onlookers were stunned.

As soon as Luo Qingcheng rolled up his sleeves and began filling the hole with soil, the hall erupted in chaos.

"How could she do this?!" someone exclaimed in shock.

"A prodigy!" someone exclaimed.

"So what's next?" someone wondered.

This question stumped the elder in charge of setting it.

He remained silent for a while, then said, "Let's wait and see."

"Tch—" A chorus of boos erupted in the hall.

……

Luo Qingcheng is currently lying on the snow.

Her body temperature was too high, so the snow melted into water as soon as it fell on her, making it feel like rain to her, and she was now soaking wet.

After resting for a while, she got up, wrung out the water from her clothes, picked up the shovel, and continued filling the soil.

Two-thirds have already been filled out, almost done.

She tried to reassure herself while speeding up.

however--

Suddenly, a gaunt, gray-black hand emerged from the ground.

Luo Qingcheng was startled.

Subconsciously took a step back.

Realizing what had happened, he grabbed a shovel and rushed forward, smashing it down on the outstretched arm.

With a loud "clang!", the shovel seemed to collide with a stone, producing a loud noise.

Luo Qingcheng put away the shovel and muttered, "Did I break my shovel?"

She looked closely and, finding no marks, was relieved.

The effects of forces are reciprocal.

The shovel was fine, but the arm that had been sticking out of the pit bent down in a bizarre way.

Luo Qingcheng hurriedly continued filling the soil.

Just as she was digging soil into a pit in one corner, something strange happened in another dark corner behind her.

Luo Qingcheng didn't notice.

A tiny figure crawled out of the soil in the corner.

Because the pit was two meters deep, the short man couldn't think of a solution for the time being.

After jumping around for a while, it still couldn't reach the top of the pit. It stretched out its hand, and its gray-black fingernails suddenly grew longer.

He then dug his fingernails deep into the earthen wall, using them as a foothold, and crawled out from the corner, lunging towards Luo Qingcheng's retreating figure—

Just then, Luo Qingcheng stopped what he was doing, estimated the amount of soil needed to fill the hole in this location for a while, and prepared to move to another corner.

Coincidentally, Luo Qingcheng dodged the attack.

Moreover, because there was a deep pit behind her that had not yet been filled in, the figure could not stop its attack and fell into the pit again.

It made a soft "thump" sound.

Luo Qingcheng thought Lao Deng was up to his old tricks again, so he gripped the shovel tightly, ready to make Lao Deng behave.

With a displeased expression, he looked down and saw Xiao Deng, wearing a bib and diapers, kneeling and lying in the middle of the deep pit, looking angry. Suddenly, he laughed.

His tone was sarcastic. "I mean, even if it's an illusion, shouldn't you at least put some effort into it?"

Little Deng grinned.

Great Hall

"Why are you telling this idiot it's an illusion?" the elder from Sichuan complained while cracking melon seeds.

"After all, they're veteran actors; they might be selling fake information from someone who's already completed the game."

After all, sword cultivators are sometimes willing to do anything, even deceitful things, for the sake of spirit stones.

"That makes sense." They said in unison, seemingly having a thorough understanding of each other's temperaments.

It was too embarrassing. The elders tacitly stopped discussing it and looked at the water curtain.

Luo Qingcheng was incredibly arrogant. With one hand on his hip, he pointed at the obviously inhuman brat and said, "You little brat who can't act, go and cultivate for a few more decades before trying to fool this old lady again!"

As he spoke, he scooped up some soil with a shovel and threw it into the pit.

A few drops splashed onto the face of the little brat who was pretending to be sick.

Child:???

Realizing what had happened, it pursed its lips and let out a sob.

Seeing its behavior, Luo Qingcheng immediately regretted it.

She frantically flung the shovel aside, freeing her hands to cover her ears.

The next second—

"Waaah!" A loud cry echoed through the sky, and even the falling snowflakes seemed to pause for a moment.

The piercing sound filled Luo Qingcheng's ears, and his face was contorted in pain.

Then, to everyone's shock, the large, gray-black hand that had been quiet began to struggle violently.

The soil, carefully tamped down by Luo Qingcheng, bulged beneath the surface like it was being attacked by a swarm of earthworms, looking as if it might burst up at any moment.

Luo Qingcheng looked around but couldn't find a place to hide, so he had no choice but to take a gamble.

She lowered her hands from her ears, picked up the shovel again, rushed to the pit, and, suppressing the annoying crying, began to fill the pit with soil.

"Woo——"

A shovel.

"Wow--"

A shovel.

With each shovelful of dirt, a rhythm was created over time.

However, the child was not very big, and Luo Qingcheng quickly piled up a small mound of earth and buried it inside.

The sound was muffled and couldn't be heard, and for a moment Luo Qingcheng felt a little regretful.

But she didn't regret it for long. In order not to neglect one thing and lose another, Luo Qingcheng quickly put the child out of her mind and focused on filling the soil to create land. She soon shoveled the remaining soil into the pit.

She patted the soil firmly with the shovel until the last sound disappeared. Luo Qingcheng then planted the shovel vertically into the snow, rested one arm on it, wiped the sweat from her forehead with the other, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he flashed a confident smile.

"I'm sure I'll get a high score on this level!"

She didn't even doubt whether she could pass the level.

The elder in charge of scoring her hesitated for a long time before solemnly marking "Heavenly Group A Thirty-Eight" with an X in the book.

A flash of white light, and Luo Qingcheng found himself standing on the stone steps.

She looked up and saw many people in front of her standing still, their eyes closed, their expressions ranging from pain to joy.

For no apparent reason, the phrase "all walks of life" came to her mind.

Luo Qingcheng strode forward, ignoring everyone else, and continued walking uphill.

After all, she hadn't forgotten that the requirement to pass the first round of assessments was to climb 10,000 steps.

They had only taken a couple of steps.

"Pfft!" The person in front of her spat out blood, his eyes didn't even open, and his body went limp and he collapsed on the steps.

She kept walking, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw one of their disciples leap down from mid-air and write something in a notebook.

He casually said, "Someone come here."

Then two servant disciples came over and carried the man onto a stretcher.

It's unclear whether they are alive or dead.

Ignoring everything else, Luo Qingcheng overtook everyone who had run ahead of her in one breath.

I don't feel tired at all.

I just felt full of energy.

We were just about to press on with our momentum.

It's black in front of you.

A familiar feeling of dizziness washed over me.

After she recovered, she found herself in yet another unfamiliar scene.

A bustling street.

A burly man, shorter than other men his age, was grabbing a woman with her hair in a bun by the neck.

His face was contorted with rage, and the hatred in his voice was palpable: "A woman who doesn't know her place is better off dead!"

The woman's eyes rolled back as he choked her, her lips parted, and a section of her tongue dangled out.

She tried desperately to pry open the man's arm, which was clamped around her, with both hands, and kicked and thrashed his body with her feet, but to no avail.

There were many onlookers, but they were all busy pointing and whispering, and no one offered a helping hand.

Luo Qingcheng watched coldly from the sidelines.

The woman's struggles gradually lessened, and the whites of her eyes rolled back, making it almost impossible to see her pupils.

A relieved smile appeared on the man's lips, and his fingers involuntarily relaxed slightly.

At this moment--

The woman, whose arms and legs had been hanging limply, suddenly reached out and plunged two fingers into the man's eyes, where they sank deep.

"Ah!" The onlookers screamed and panicked.

"My eyes—" The man, involuntarily releasing his grip on the woman's neck due to the excruciating pain, collapsed to his knees and let out a painful howl.

"Cough cough cough!" The woman fell from mid-air, clutching her neck, which had been choked black, and coughed violently incessantly.

At this moment, Luo Qingcheng smiled with satisfaction.

He stepped forward, took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, and handed it to the woman kneeling on the ground.

Faced with the woman's questioning gaze—

"Please use it," she said gently.