Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 94 - 94 13 Qualification Determination

94: Chapter 13 Qualification Determination 94: Chapter 13 Qualification Determination Yan Qi’s face looked even darker than the bottom of a pot, “You really are a damn genius!”

“Is it my fault for thinking too fast?”

The Impermanence Law Enforcer yelled, “Smartass fool!”

The Superpower User shot back, “Conceited idiot!”

The two were about to come to blows, but this time, Sky Extreme surprisingly took a step back first.

He walked back and forth in the living room with his hands behind his back, deep in thought and silent, not even noticing that his slippers had left several large footprints on the white xuan paper.

After pacing a couple of times, Yan Qi finally spoke again, “Don’t think about it, and don’t ask, understand?”

Gongsun Ce furrowed his brows.

“Don’t think” meant he shouldn’t ponder the commonalities of other mental phases, and “don’t ask” meant he shouldn’t explore why not do so?

Such an approach was too contrary to common sense.

Normally, being able to summarize principles from phenomena was a sign of “talent.” Yet now, just as he had attempted to summarize, Yan Qi responded this way, as if he had touched some taboo…

Taboo…

a concept shunned by everyone…

the subject of his summary was giant dragon worshippers…

evil spellcasters…?

The gray-haired young man pushed up his glasses, “Digging too deep turns you evil and insane?”

The tall man scoffed, “Nonsense!

To be this forgetful at such a young age, it’s not even two weeks and you’ve already forgotten about the dragon madman?”

“I thought they turned that way because they encountered giant dragons.”

“They did!

But unfortunately, not only dragons can drive people insane.

There are countless in this world who drove themselves mad studying the Dragon Slaying Skill,” Yan Qi shook his head, “I’m starting to doubt my own decision now…

to let this smart-ass kid continue in ignorance might not be a bad thing!”

Is the Impermanence Law some kind of magic that lowers intelligence?

The Superpower User could not help but sigh, wondering if there was any normal existence left in this world where seeing a giant dragon or learning the Dragon Slaying Skill could drive one mad.

“Stay just like that, don’t move.”

Yan Qi pointed to the strange Array on the ground.

At the center of the paper was a hollow circle large enough for a person to stand in, and beside it were seven crooked lines.

Each line had 15 cells, divided into ten squares and five stars, not hinting at any purpose.

There were also a few fresh large footprints beside the xuan paper.

Gongsun stepped into the center of the circle, asking suspiciously, “What is this?”

Yan Qi took a few steps backward, hands still behind his back, “Do you prefer your tofu pudding sweet or salty?”

“…Huh?”

“Next question, are you homosexual or heterosexual?”

“Are you sick?”

Surprisingly, Yan Qi didn’t retort this time.

The Impermanence Law Enforcer paused only a moment before firing another question, “Which is more important, a general standard of justice or personal preferences?”

“The former…

most of the time.”

Actually, it was the latter.

“Do you prefer mooncakes with mixed nuts or with egg yolk and lotus seed paste?”

“Chive and egg.”

That was also a lie.

Gongsun Ce continued to answer Yan Qi’s barrage of questions, ranging from philosophical dilemmas to food preferences, bewildered.

He wasn’t exactly honest with each response—answering truthfully felt like being interrogated.

Gongsun Ce half-jokingly, half-seriously managed to get through until Yan Qi stopped, announcing, “End of qualification test!”

“… Qualification?

What qualification?”

Yan Qi scoffed, “What else?

Testing your martial arts qualification?

Impermanence Law qualification!”

Impermanence Law qualification test seemed like a psychological test?

He failed to see the technical content of the previous question-and-answer session; the surveys he filled out in high school were more serious than that.

As if sensing his confusion, the middle-aged painter added, “How you respond to questions reveals the kind of person you are, and that determines the mental phase you excel in.

Come out!

Let’s see what kind of Impermanence Law Enforcer you, Gongsun Ce, can become.”

The gray-haired young man walked out with a frown, asking, “Are you so sure I have the talent for Impermanence Law?”

Generally, one should first determine if a person has the aptitude before deciding which direction to study.

Yet Yan Qi’s behavior seemed to be prematurely confident in his potential.

That made no sense, the Superpower User never believed he was a genius.

This arrogant fellow typically looked down on others, so why the sudden trust in him?

“Nonsense, I’m an expert.”

The expert had no intention of explaining.

He picked up a brush from the floor, drew a vertical line in the center of the hollow circle, and commanded, “Disperse!”

At the end of the seven curved lines, seven different symbols appeared.

Yan Qi first touched the brush to the line closest to them, whose end symbol was a tangled mess of lines resembling a yarn ball brutally played with by a cat.

Only one square next to this line was inked; the rest remained unchanged.

“Misfortune Phase 1, fits your personality.”

The end of the next line was a cluster of scattered ink dots, resembling sesame on cookies.

Similarly, only one square next to this line was darkened.

“Strange Phase 1.

Tsk, where did this shrinking turtle come from?”

“A turtle, huh?

Take this punch.”

Yan Qi dodged the straight punch.

The end of the third line consisted of geometric shapes and lines forming a complex pattern, reminiscent of a gateway floating on a river.

This time, two squares were filled, prompting the painter to remark, “Brahma’s Appearance 2!

You donkey!”

Gongsun Ce couldn’t even be annoyed now; he just felt it was a pity.

He had quite wanted the Time-Space System ability, but having 2 out of 10 squares filled probably didn’t signify any notable talent.

The tip of the pen next pointed to an abstract human face, with the left corner of the mouth curled up and the right eyebrow drooping, forming a bizarre expression that seemed both crying and laughing.

The superpower user looked towards this line, half expectant and half uneasy.

He saw the ghostly line’s frame being rapidly filled; in the blink of an eye, 8 spaces had turned ink-black.

Not only that, but the previously still stars were now filled in four!

Gongsun Ce excitedly said, “Is my Heart Phase talent exceptionally unique…?”

He noticed Yan Qi squinting at him, looking just like a white-collar worker stepping out of an office building and spotting a giant dragon.

“I knew it.

Desolate Form -12.”

“How can it still be negative?!”

“Forget about ever touching Desolate Form.”

Yan Qi, with a disgusted expression, pointed to the fifth line, marked by an eye half-open amid many wavy lines.

The superpower user stared at the symbol for a long time, feeling it somewhat familiar.

However, he immediately remembered Yan Qi’s earlier advice and stopped his train of thought.

This time, the filling of the spaces was slightly slower; 6 turned black, and under Gongsun Ce’s anxious gaze, 4 stars also darkened.

“Is this, -10?”

The Impermanence Law Enforcer looked him up and down.

“I see you’re still a bit away from autism?”

“I consider myself a pretty cheerful young man.”

“Life’s pretty exhausting for you, huh?”

Yan Qi muttered something cryptic and moved the brush to the penultimate line.

This line’s symbol was a minimalist drawing of a mountain range, similar in size to the other 6 but particularly detailed.

This time, 7 spaces were filled, and not a single star lit up.

“Void 7!

Just as I guessed.”

This line indicated the Void Phase Skill, and Gongsun Ce couldn’t help but think of the powers he had inherited.

“…Is it because of the white matter?”

“Considering the level after inheritance, cutting it in half would be about right,” the Impermanence Law Enforcer said, pinching his chin and moving to the last curved line.

At the end of this curved line was a symbol of a sword, its hilt extending into three ink lines resembling a twisted cross.

Despite Gongsun Ce trying to restrain his thoughts, he couldn’t help but recognize this overly familiar symbol.

“Final Sword?”

“Don’t talk.”

Yan Qi pondered for a long time, then drew a large circle around the edge of the rice paper before dipping the brush down like before.

“Silent Phase.”

The frame was instantly filled, ink surging over the star signs, turning all 15 marks pitch-black.

The blackness of the filled signs paused momentarily, then completely spilled over the symbol’s boundary, spreading across the entire rice paper!

The black ink obscured everything Yan Qi had drawn, turning the center of the talent evaluation array into a twisted, chaotic cross, its ominous blackness swirling about, almost leaping off the paper into the real world.

In just a few seconds, the ink marks had more than doubled in size.

On the monochrome rice paper, the edges started bleeding an unnatural, blood-like red…

“Gather.”

Yan Qi placed the brush at the center of the paper, and the large circle he had drawn converged towards the middle.

The cross star broke apart under the envelopment of the arc, the ink from the array squeezed into an inconspicuous dot at the center of the paper.

The tall man didn’t say a word, stomped a few times, and tore the large rice paper into shreds.

Gongsun Ce raised his hand to point at himself: “This, isn’t, my fault, right?”

“Bullshit!” Yan Qi kicked the shredded paper, “The influence of Final Sword is yet to come, those you tested before are all your own doing!”

The middle-aged painter glared at him, hands behind his back: “Silent Phase -15!

Don’t tell me, you’re very dissatisfied with the current world?

Do you have a big complaint about society?”

“Just two weeks ago, I risked my life to save the world and you ask me this?!”

“I don’t see it, then what are you really…Ah…!

Dammit!”

Yan Qi cursed, ruffling his hair into a bird’s nest.

He seemed to suddenly realize something, but Gongsun Ce was not in the mood to guess what that cryptic remark meant.

He urgently asked, “What exactly does negative talent mean?”

“It means you have a talent so exceptional that there’s a high chance you’ll become an evil spellcaster!” Yan Qi swore, “You already have issues before even starting to learn, impressive, Gongsun!

Normally people go insane after studying Impermanence Law for a while, how come you’ve already gone mad before starting?

Waiting for a psychiatric hospital’s invitation while you just go sit in the director’s office, huh?”

The silver-haired young man was stunned.

Imagining himself successful but with hair all over and a vacant stare, muttering incoherently, he shivered involuntarily.

“…Don’t I still have a talent of Void 7?”

“With your conditions, studying Void Phase might be even worse…tsk…I need to think about this.” Yan Qi waved his hand irritably, “That’s enough for today.

Go back and write a letter to the Dawn Knight explaining the situation, wait for a reply before I can decide.”

Gongsun Ce jumped up.

“Why?!”

The tall man smacked his lips irritably, “Stop the nonsense, just write if I tell you to!”

“I refuse, go ask yourself, I’m leaving.”

The silver-haired young man took off running, grabbed by the shoulder by Sky Extreme.

“What’s with your strong aversion, huh?”

The superpower user, unable to contain himself anymore, snapped, “None of your damn business!”

Yan Qi clicked his tongue, making an extremely unpleasant sound.

“Gongsun, it’s been three years…”

He circled the silver-haired youth twice, speaking in a strange tone, “You haven’t written a single letter to her, have you?”