Star Martial Era: The Way of Star Light Cultivation
Chapter 192 - 115: Exam Results and Selecting the Best (Please Subscribe)_3

Chapter 192: Chapter 115: Exam Results and Selecting the Best (Please Subscribe)_3

That feeling was terribly uncomfortable.

He thought he was eating meat, but when it reached his mouth, he found it was maggots!

Better not to kill at all!

Frustration!

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[First Place: Xu Jin, 697.5 points]

[Second Place: Fang Mingchun, 453 points]

[Third Place: Meng Qingqiu, 325 points]

[Fourth Place: Wang Weisheng, 281 points]

[Fifth Place: Ji Hongli, 142 points]

[Sixth Place: Yan Chen, 113.4 points]

[Seventh Place: Yuan Feiqing, 109 points]

[Eighth Place: Guan Li, 102 points]

[Ninth Place: Ying Ge, 97 points]

[Tenth Place: Zeng Yao, 92 points]

...

[Forty-Second Place: Zhang Han, 71 points]

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[Ninety-Ninth Place: Zhang Ming, 59 points]

....

[One Hundred Forty-Fifth Place: Lu Xianbing, 43 points]

...

[Five Hundred Sixtieth Place: Miao Long, 31.4 points]

...

The Starlight Waterfall transformed into a leaderboard, suspended high in the sky, displaying the points and rankings of all disciples who participated in the third challenge. However, only the names of the top eight hundred shone brightly in starlight, officially marking their entrance.

Regardless of the results in the following challenges, these eight hundred had been irrevocably selected to join the Da Chen National Taoist School.

And at the very least, they would become disciples of the Inner Court.

The higher ranks within Da Chen National Taoist School—Core Disciples and True Inheritors—would also emerge from among them.

At that moment, destinies began to diverge.

For the disciples not yet admitted, especially those from various County Taoist Schools, if they ranked high enough, they might be chosen to continue their cultivation at the State Taoist Schools.

If they performed excellently in the future, there was still a possibility of entering the National Taoist School.

However, disciples who did not make it into the State Taoist Schools could only start accumulating resources for Star Casting at the County Taoist Schools. After Star Casting, their work placement would be assigned.

If they couldn’t achieve Star Casting within two years, they would still be assigned places, but at a lower rank.

Everyone was quietly waiting for the final results of the admissions.

As for Lu Chenfeng, he no longer wanted to talk.

The number of admissions from the Yan State Taoist School, and even from the entire Yan State, was beyond tragic.

"State Preceptor, the admissions numbers for each state and county Taoist School have been tallied. Should we display them now, or wait until the disciples have dispersed?" Supervisor Chen Liao turned and asked with a smile.

"Elder Chen, it’s not a secret. Go ahead and display it," State Preceptor Cheng chuckled, stroking his long hair.

"Yes."

In the next instant, Supervisor Chen Liao waved his hand and another Starlight Waterfall appeared on the other side of the sky.

[National Taoist School: 203 Admitted Disciples]

[Wanyi: 106 Admitted Disciples]

[Song State: 100 Admitted Disciples]

[Thunder State: 98 Admitted Disciples]

[West Sea State: 91 Admitted Disciples]

[Jing State: 89 Admitted Disciples]

[Pill State: 86 Admitted Disciples]

[Yan State: 27 Admitted Disciples]

When this ranking appeared, the faces of Lu Chenfeng and all the Mountain Masters from the Yan State Taoist Schools turned dark.

The face of Song Bing darkened in an instant too.

He knew all too well the impact this ranking would have on his disciple Lu Chenfeng.

In the ranking of the number of admitted disciples from the County Taoist Schools, Jinshan Taoist School stood out with nine disciples, far ahead of the rest!

Dong Zhao maintained a faint smile on his face. Regarding the angry glares from the Mountain Masters of the Yan State Taoist Schools and Lu Chenfeng, he remained indifferent, yet inside he was plotting how to stir up a major scene soon.

After all, he needed to pull some hatred towards his disciple.

This disciple was bringing him so much honor; he had to protect him!

Watching the ranking, State Preceptor Cheng Yuxiao suddenly turned and glanced at Yan State Taoist School’s Dean Lu Chenfeng, who was sitting not far behind. In an instant, Lu Chenfeng grew extremely uncomfortable!

Lu Chenfeng was both shocked and furious.

He could only turn back and glare at Dong Zhao again. It was all this bastard’s fault.

Dong Zhao was looking for an opportunity to bring some more trouble to Xu Jin, and when he saw Lu Chenfeng turn back, he immediately laughed.

"This is what you get for daring to provoke me, Dean Lu. You got what you wished for, didn’t you?"

After transmitting this taunt, Dong Zhao felt a strange sense of shame.

Taunting like this was too blunt, too low.

But truly...it felt exhilarating!

Lu Chenfeng’s forehead throbbed with veins. If not for the State Preceptor’s presence, he would have charged up and fought Dong Zhao for three hundred rounds, even calling upon the Mountain Masters under his command from Yan State to pummel Dong Zhao.

They had to beat him half-dead to relieve even a little bit of their anger!

But the opportunity just wasn’t there.

He could only hold it in.

"Old Liu, feeling good today, trying to steal credit from me?"

"Old Zhou, feel good today? Last time I asked you for a joint action, and you just wouldn’t move. If I don’t show you true colors, do you really think I, Dong Zhao, am made of clay?"

...

"Old Wu, was today thrilling? Back at the National Daoist School, you used your earlier cultivation as an excuse to pick on me for stimulation, now you’ve been stimulated, haven’t you?"

...

"Old He, feeling good today? Last time we drank, you dared to curse me behind my back..."

"Old Ma, feeling good today? Remember 21 years ago in Wanyi, when you drank without inviting me? Today I returned the favor with a big scene, how does it feel..."

Dong Zhao racked his brains to retaliate one by one to the other eleven Mountain Masters. In the last few cases, lacking any real reasons, he could only dredge up some past events.

Dong Zhao felt his intelligence was plummeting.

His former image of a wise and superior man was slowly shattering.

But it couldn’t be helped, he had to draw some hatred towards his disciple.