Chapter 700 - 361: Book Page Maze

The woman mentioned at the Baihong Nanyou banquet who is similar to Chu Ming is the most talented of her peers within the White Rainbow Kingdom and is also Baihong Nanyou’s most valued disciple.

At just nineteen years old, she has already cultivated to the middle stage of the Refining Organ Realm, which Baihong Nanyou believes is the final hope for cultivation to the Sea of Qi Realm.

Baihong Nanyou covered her face with a smile: "Yin Fang, that little girl, is very proud. It’s a good thing for her to come to the Celestial Veil Kingdom to see a bigger world."

"As for Chu Xiaoyou, it’s up to their own fate."

Wuding Sheng raised an eyebrow at this: "Sister Nanyou, aren’t you afraid of really sending her away?"

"Haha, I understand that little girl’s temperament."

"Not to mention that Chu Xiaoyou has little chance of passing the Confucius Temple’s test, even if he does pass, Yin Fang is unlikely to be impressed."

"After all, in a place like the Celestial Veil Kingdom, the literary scholars of the Confucius Temple are just ordinary unless they can cultivate to the Fifth Realm or even the Sixth Realm like us."

"..."

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Celestial Curtain City, West City, Hanmo Confucius Temple.

Spiritual energy wreathed the Confucius Temple, with green stone as its walls, the deep blue glazed tiles glittering, the ancient gate seemingly inscribed with inscription, the words ’Hanmo’ emanating a calm and solemn aura.

Outside the door was crowded like a marketplace, with five or six literary scholars in white robes at the entrance, wielding their brushes and ink, recording something.

Ji Wujiang lined up with Chu Ming for a while before coming to the front.

"Participants in the test, report your name, age, place of origin," said a literary scholar from the Confucius Temple without looking up, his voice devoid of emotion, "Those who give false information must bear the consequences themselves."

"Chu Ming, nineteen, Qin Dynasty." Chu Ming reported his name.

The literary scholar quickly wrote down, his pen and the paper and ink he used appeared to be some kind of primordial artifact, the words he wrote exuding a special charm that combined the aura of a scholar and primordial qi.

After writing down the basic information, the literary scholar directly pushed the page aside and said coldly, "Take this and enter the Confucius Temple, next."

Chu Ming picked up the sheet, inspecting it secretly, discovering that it was actually inscribed with a primordial pattern of a primordial technique.

With the page in hand, upon entering the Confucius Temple, a golden light immediately shone onto the page, seemingly validating it.

Once validated, a light screen flickered in front, followed by a voice sounding in his ear: "You may enter."

Ji Wujiang, not having a page, was stopped by the golden light, likely not allowed in.

Chu Ming slightly cupped his hands toward Ji Wujiang, then took a step forward, crossing through the light screen, the scene before him changing instantly.

In the vast courtyard, there were already quite a number of people waiting.

Estimating roughly, there were about fifty to sixty people, either wearing white scholar’s robes or donning jade crowns, each appearing extraordinary.

These people were roughly divided into three groups, with more than forty people in the innermost group, their gazes toward others somewhat contemptuous.

On the right side were ten or so people, not as contemptuous as the innermost group, these people whispered among themselves, in a harmonious atmosphere.

Closer to the outside, there were six people, dressing differently, unfamiliar with each other, just standing separately.

Seeing someone come in, many glanced over, most just glanced, a few showed disdain.

Chu Ming took a look and went to stand beside those six on the outside.

By their attire, he distinguished the three small groups.

The innermost were nobles of the Celestial Veil Kingdom, the right side was from powerful countries around the Celestial Veil Kingdom, like the Lingwu Kingdom, and the outermost were from medium inland countries like himself.

Soon after, five or six more people came in, all nobles of the Celestial Veil Kingdom.

After waiting for about half an hour, a stern voice suddenly echoed above the courtyard:

"Silence! The Literary Qi assessment is about to begin!"

The people in the courtyard immediately quieted down.

After a brief moment, the voice sounded again.

"The first round, communicate mentally with the writing paper in your hand, and recite the text on it to pass."

"Time limit, one stick of incense."

This is the test?

Chu Ming looked somewhat surprised at the sheet of paper in his hand.

On the paper was a sentence inscribed with a special primordial qi technique: Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi, the Book Realm has a path.

These little tricks he could see through at a glance, negligible in difficulty.

But...

Chu Ming glanced at the six people beside him.

Three were pondering, two were struggling, only one seemed to sense something.

On the right and innermost side, the situation was similar, and the expression of the Celestial Veil Kingdom nobles in the innermost group was somewhat grim, seemingly not expecting it to be so difficult right from the start.

Half a stick of incense later, one from the outside opened his eyes, looking somewhat excitedly at the paper in his hand, apparently having gained something.

Before him, among the fifty-plus people on the right and innermost sides, more than ten had also seen through the writing paper.

Another half a stick of incense passed, the first round of the test ended, of the fifty-plus people present, fewer than twenty had smiles on their faces.

"Infuse your spiritual power into the paper and imitate the characters you see." The voice from above the courtyard sounded again, "Those who fail, please leave the Confucius Temple."

The method of submitting answers was a bit unique.

Those who could see through the hidden text in the writing could surely imitate it with spiritual power, those who couldn’t could only stare blankly, unable to bluff their way through.

Chu Ming casually infused a bit of spiritual power, then imitated the text.

Others also succeeded in imitating one after another.

In just a moment, the first round of the test was over.

"Those who failed to imitate, please leave the Confucius Temple!"

The voice from above sounded again, more solemn, frightening those unwilling to leave, who humbly exited with heads lowered.

The courtyard became even more spacious, the original nearly sixty people reduced to just seventeen.

Ten on the innermost side, five on the right side, two on the outside.

Deep within the Confucius Temple, two people in scholarly robes watched the projection in front of them, which showed the seventeen people in the courtyard.