CHAPTER 21: CHAPTER 18: THE SECOND BATCH OF ROOKIES

"Secretary Zhang, didn’t you participate in the entrance test?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Hu did a quick kip-up in the virtual game pod, completely shocked.

"No, I’m very busy. Where would I find the time to participate in that entrance test?" Zhang Qingwei felt a bit puzzled, "Do you have to pass that entrance test to enter the game?"

"..." Zhao Hu found himself momentarily at a loss for words.

Officially, Descent of High Martial never stated that passing the entrance test is a must to enter the game. It’s just that passing the test gives a higher chance to enter; it never said that not participating means you won’t be selected.

Which meant he had died over a hundred times in the test and spent more than twenty thousand.

And yet, he was worse off than Zhang Qingwei, who did nothing...

"Elder Zhao, is there anything else you need me to convey?" Seeing Zhao Hu not speaking for a long time, Zhang Qingwei thought it better not to hit any harder and asked politely.

"No, nothing." After a long silence, Zhao Hu suddenly asked, "Qingwei, what do you think of this Liya Villa I’m living in?"

"It’s excellent. It’s a high-end villa specially built by the guild for its meritorious members; there’s no better villa in all of Huxin City," Zhang Qingwei nodded.

"Here’s the thing, I want to exchange this Liya Villa for your Descent of High Martial slot," Zhao Hu said through gritted teeth, "As long as you agree, this Liya Villa is yours today!"

"Elder Zhao, are you joking?" Zhang Qingwei felt a bit overwhelmed.

Celestial Beauty Pavilion District is in the city center of Huxin City. A single villa there sells for over a hundred million, not to mention the Liya Courtyard where Zhao Hu lives. It’s a dream villa of many wealthy in Huxin City, a luxury house a secretary like her could never afford.

If Zhao Hu is willing to use such a mansion to exchange for a game slot, no one in the whole world would believe it if this got out.

"I’m not joking. As long as you agree, I can transfer it electronically right now." Zhao Hu seemed determined with no hesitation.

Regarding Descent of High Martial, although he’s only been through the entrance test, Zhao Hu understands the huge potential of Descent of High Martial. Other virtual games may not be able to compete, even Pilgrimage, which has been shining for several years, falls far behind.

If he could enter Descent of High Martial earlier, it would be extraordinarily beneficial for his future development.

"This..." Zhang Qingwei was a bit dazed.

At this moment, she felt either Zhao Hu had gone mad, or she had, or Zhao Hu had become mentally unstable due to playing the Descent of High Martial test.

"So you are unwilling, right?" Seeing the non-reactive Zhang Qingwei, Zhao Hu couldn’t help but sigh, "Well, if it were me, I probably wouldn’t want to either. Anyway, let Vice President Luo know I’ll catch up soon."

Saying that, Zhao Hu didn’t wait for Zhang Qingwei to respond and hung up the phone, lying down again in the virtual game pod and directly clicking on the entrance test.

Although the seven slots were gone, it was clear from the official statements that there will definitely be more slots opening later, so if he wants to fight for those future slots, passing the entrance test is necessary.

"Did he just hang up? My villa is just gone like that?" Zhang Qingwei looked at the silent phone with some regret, regretting how slow she reacted.

If it were before the car accident, she could definitely make Zhao Hu regret it so much he’d cry for his mom.

However, regretting aside, Zhang Qingwei’s gaze still moved to the virtual game pod nearby.

"I have to work early tomorrow, and I must arrive at the venue before the president and Blade Saint Su Wuming start recruitment talks. Should I play or not?" Zhang Qingwei hesitated.

But her body was honest; she laid down directly.

"I already promised Elder Zhao I would convey the message to Wushang, so a promise must be kept. Playing a little shouldn’t affect tomorrow’s work."

As Zhang Qingwei clicked on the Descent of High Martial icon, her view drastically changed.

A dark little room, with shaking lights, gusts of cold wind blowing through the corridor, and six people dressed in dark gray t-shirts and long shirts, each with different expressions and actions.

Someone was inexplicably rubbing their face on the ground, getting more and more excited as they did.

Another was furiously groping themselves from head to toe, not sparing any part, while foolishly laughing and exclaiming that it’s real.

But the most extreme was a stern young man persistently doing squats, exclaiming "it’s coming, it’s coming!" as he did it, as if something was truly approaching.

"I must have been influenced by Elder Zhao, my mental state is not normal anymore." Zhang Qingwei looked at the room full of "mental patients," convinced her mind must be malfunctioning, "Could it be I haven’t been resting well lately? It must be so, I only slept ten hours yesterday, the doctor also advised me to rest more, and now sure enough, there’s a problem."

Just as Zhang Qingwei was indulging in a bit of self-doubt, a voice of discussion reached everyone’s ears.

"Why do the newcomers seem not too bright this time around?"

"I think there are smart ones, look at that one doing squats; they’re guaranteed to have a great future!"

"Indeed, there is a smart one, I wonder if they’ve started to feel it."

As the conversation echoed, everyone in the iron-barred room also looked over, seeing two men, one looking somewhat shy like a university student, and the other a scruffy-bearded guy.

The two looked at the crowd like they were admiring beauties, especially towards the stern young man doing squats, their gaze was blazing hot as if almost spilling over.

"How could you two say that, who says he’s the only smart one?" The slender young man rubbing his face on the floor was quite unconvinced, "How can the feeling from doing squats compare to rubbing the floor? Give me one more hour, I will definitely feel it!"

"You have a point! Why didn’t I think of that before!" The scruffy-bearded guy scratched his chin, suddenly having an enlightened realization, "Young brother, let’s be friends. I love making friends with smart people."

"Misjudged! I didn’t consider that aspect before." The shy university student stroked imaginary glasses with a look of having been deeply struck, "If I’d done it earlier, maybe I’d feel something by now."

"Am I locked in a psychiatric institution or something?"

Looking at the two men outside the bars, Zhang Qingwei suddenly felt there was no hope for her, her brain possibly becoming more alert in a peculiar fashion, clearly perceiving all eight people’s actions in the room, embarking on a mental marathon.

"Alright, everyone is new here in Descent of High Martial, and as time goes on, you’ll all feel it," said a spirited woman with shoulder-length hair and a shovel on her shoulder, who stepped forward to introduce herself, "Hello, I’m Wushang, Vice President of the Celestial Might Guild. If there’s anything you don’t understand, feel free to ask me later."

"Descent of High Martial?" Zhang Qingwei looked at Luo Wushang in front of her, completely stunned, "Is this a game?"