The evaluation began soon after.
First, an elder slashed each of the twelve foxes.
After that, twelve disciples were asked to monitor the time it took to stop each fox's bleeding.
'The cultivation world is too cruel.' Shen Xu thought, but still got down to business.
Half an hour later, Yang Zitao called an end to the assessment, and the elders began assessing the times.
"Disciple Zhang's blood clotting grass took effect in an average of eight breaths, and the bleeding stopped completely within a cup of tea." Yang Zitao announced and quickly continued.
"Disciple Shen's took effect in three breaths and required an incense stick to completely stop the bleeding." He said, and the square erupted in uproar.
"Is this the difference between a blood clotting grass with a spiritual aura value of seventy-two and that with a value of eighty-eight?" Someone asked.
"The difference is quite big." Another said.
"Is it just me, or are the challenges becoming unpredictable?"
