My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 466 - 318 An Assessment Without Standard Answers_2

Chapter 466: Chapter 318 An Assessment Without Standard Answers_2

However, Jia Tengying clearly wasn’t like that. He believed that keeping his head down in his studies and being an invisible person was better, where would he dare to stir up trouble willingly?

"Ah, what should we do..." Jia Tengying murmured.

Zhao Rong chuckled, "Brother Teng Ying,"

Jia Tengying was slightly startled, "Hmm?"

Zhao Rong said earnestly, "Remember Huaijin’s little goal."

"......" Jia Tengying.

On the way to the Ritual Hall, the crowd gradually converged.

Students from the Six Halls of Mochi Academy all gathered there.

Zhao Rong and two others met Gu Yiwu on the road, who was leading a group of students from Justice Hall.

They merged with his group and headed together towards the Ritual Hall.

About the time it takes one incense stick to burn later.

The Ritual Hall is the tallest and most austere building within Mochi Academy; at the base of its nine-step entrance, there is a wide open space.

On the open space stand two announcement walls, where notices and exam results are normally posted.

Indeed, Huaijin’s name is still shining at the very top.

It’s just missing a picture of her with a stern face hung up.

Normally, this open space also serves as a gathering and discussion area for Mochi Academy students.

Just like it is right now.

The figure of Meng Zhengjun still had not appeared.

A solemn murmur of voices filled the open space.

Zhao Rong, Fan Yushu, and Jia Tengying, along with Gu Yiwu and others, stood at the back right, unable to resist discussing the imminent matters.

Gu Yiwu wore a serious expression.

He glanced at the sun, and then heaved a sigh to the sky.

The rugged side profile of this burly man looked somewhat desolate and fallen, painting a picture resonating a kind of bleak heroism in its twilight.

His followers from Justice Hall also sighed anxiously, unable to contain their nerves.

Fan Yushu and Jia Tengying couldn’t help but look sideways.

Zhao Rong’s expression remained calm, not looking over at Gu Yiwu and the others.

It’s just a ’meet-the-parents’ scenario, he had seen plenty of those; did they really think nine years of compulsory education was taught for nothing? Is the title of successor called in vain?

Fan Yushu thought for a moment, then addressed the brooding, burly man looking up at a 45-degree angle:

"Brother Gu, although descending the mountain for the examination is somewhat hard, it is also a good experience, why take it so hard?"

Gu Yiwu hadn’t expected Fan Yushu to have such a high level of ideological awareness and looked at him with some admiration.

"Brother Fan speaks true, but if it were all our fellow students going down the mountain for the examination, it would be fine, but it’s only a few who are chosen. It’s hard not to think too much about it, especially for us from Justice Hall..."

Gu Yiwu’s brows relaxed, "Ah well, Brother Fan is right, if I really am unlucky to be chosen, then I should treat it as an experience, Brother Fan really sees through it..."

"Eh, right, Brother Fan, if I remember correctly, Meng Xuezhen used to like troubling you a lot, so this time choosing people, he might also choose you..."

"Brother Gu!" Fan Yushu’s body trembled, he interrupted righteously, "I won’t allow you to talk about Master Xuezhen like that. What he did was earnestly teach me, not trouble me. Brother Gu, don’t talk nonsense. This time going down the mountain, cough, it likely won’t be me..."

Gu Yiwu: "......"

Good grief, what kind of people are these.

Gu Yiwu sighed lightly and continued to look up at the sky.

But his eyes suddenly glanced at the calm Zhao Rong.

He raised his hand to pat Zhao Rong on the shoulder, only to have the latter subtly step aside to avoid it.

Gu Yiwu suddenly said, "Ziyu, let’s move back a bit, this spot is too conspicuous."

Zhao Rong’s mouth twitched slightly; their current position was already among the crowd at the back right.

To retreat further would be to stand in the very last row, clearly marking their spot with silver, more likely to be noticed by Meng Zhengjun from above.

Gu Yiwu looked worried, "Ziyu, I have a premonition. Soon, Master Xuezhen is very likely to choose me, and others from Justice Hall."

Zhao Rong nodded in agreement, "Trust yourself more, Brother Yiwu, remove the ’very likely.’"

Gu Yiwu felt today was not a day for chatting. Initially ready to huddle for warmth to alleviate anxiety, damn it, the more they talked, the more anxious he became.

Is anyone there? Can we have some more uplifting conversation?

Just then.

At the front of the crowd, Meng Zhengjun with her hands clasped, walked out from the Ritual Hall.

She stood straight on the steps, looking down at the sea of students from Mochi Academy all in their blue robes.

The formerly somewhat noisy open space suddenly quieted down.

Meng Zhengjun surveyed the whole scene once.

The air was so oppressive it almost made it hard to breathe.

Meng Zhengjun nodded slightly, without any nonsense, directly said,

"Everyone is here, let’s briefly talk about this Ritual Skill exam."

The stern woman’s somewhat hoarse voice resonated in all directions.

"The Ritual Skill exam is similar to the previous two, with most students conducting the examination within the Holy Temple of the Academy, according to the requirements of the big exam, officiating various sacrificial ceremonies in batches, the expected time..."

All Mochi Academy students listened silently, not surprised by the exam details which applied to most.

However, privately, they were all curious and waiting for Meng Zhengjun to mention the ’minority’ of students.

Soon, after Meng Zhengjun narrated the matters needing attention inside the Academy’s Holy Temple, she paused.

She surveyed the entire open area, nodded her head, and began to speak slowly.

"There’s one more thing, as I believe you have all heard. Most students will be examined at the Holy Temple, however, the Academy will also select a minority of students to go down to the Great Li Dynasty for their examination."

"The examination content in Great Li is very simple, I can inform you now."

In the face of curious gazes.

Meng Zhengjun calmly uttered four words.

"Sealing and Sacrifice Ceremony."

Upon hearing this, a wave of enduring murmurs arose from the crowd.