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168: Chapter 140: The Strongest Level (Thanks to ‘Jiu and Mi and Donkey and Dot and Sweet’ for the generous reward) 168: Chapter 140: The Strongest Level (Thanks to ‘Jiu and Mi and Donkey and Dot and Sweet’ for the generous reward) Ye Lingxiao looked at the person who could take his Red Envelope Talisman unscathed.

The newcomer was a slender, surprisingly frail-looking man.

Apart from his frailty, the most captivating feature of this man were his eyes, bright as stars, seemingly holding countless brilliant lights swirling within.

Beside him, Zhang Yu watched the scene and suddenly felt a jolt in his heart: “Is this…

a Magic Corpse?”

The Magic Corpse, he still remembered the first time he saw it was on the body of a Foundation Establishment expert like the director of the Immortal Rhythm Branch in Songyang City.

At that time, he heard Zhao Tianxing say that this Magic Corpse required at least 100 points of Mana to implant.

Zhang Yu had never seen a high school student with a Magic Corpse implanted before.

Just then, Ye Lingxiao asked, “Yun Jing, why was my Red Envelope Talisman ineffective against you?”

The frail figure before them, with Magic Corpse eyes, was named Yun Jing.

As the top sophomore student in the strongest high school in Xiandu City, ‘Xianyun High School’, and a privileged prodigy living on Layer 1.5 of Kunxu, Yun Jing had long been unrivaled across Xianyun High School and the entire high school realm of Xiandu City.

“The strongest high school student of Layer 1 of Kunxu.”

Is this his self-perception?

No.

This was the objective assessment made of Yun Jing after testing by Purple Cloud Pharmaceutical’s headquarters on Layer 1 of Kunxu.

At this moment, hearing Ye Lingxiao’s question, Yun Jing smiled faintly and said, “Because I’ve been put under an Anti-Fraud Talisman.”

“Your Red Envelope Talisman crashing onto me is akin to a moth flying into a flame; it’s utterly useless.”

He spread his hands with a hearty laugh: “Which means that right now, I’m already immune to such talismans.”

At this moment, everyone felt as if Yun Jing, with a simple wave of his hand, had a river of Divine Power crossing over to deflect all forms of harassment, traps, and scams…

Ye Lingxiao nodded slightly: “Still, the Red Envelope Talisman has too many limitations; only the Goodwill Talisman truly cannot be stopped.”

Yun Jing shook his head: “The Goodwill Talisman is unstoppable for the True God, but it’s useless on people.”

Ye Lingxiao shook his head but didn’t speak.

Yet, in his heart, he thought to himself: “The Goodwill Talisman can work on people; I’ve seen someone use it like that before.”

Seeing that scene, Ye Lingxiao even faintly sensed that there might be a big secret contained within it.

This secret not only made him extremely curious but also left him a little shocked, intensifying his desire to study talismans further.

But Ye Lingxiao didn’t intend to share such important and highly valuable information with Yun Jing and others for free.

At the current scene, students like Ye Lingxiao and Yun Jing, from Xiandu City’s high schools, were almost standing together, comprising ninety percent of the attendees.

Whereas examinees like Zhang Yu, Bai Zhenzhen, and Yu Xinghan from other cities stood scattered in the distance, far fewer in number than the Xiandu people.

Zhang Yu marveled, “Xiandu Masters sure have better conditions; wouldn’t they have monopolized the Foundation Establishment Exams over the years?”

Yu Xinghan nodded slightly: “I heard that here, the best high schools can invite company executives to give lectures, with Daoist Skills Classes taught by a True God, and every student having a Yellow Turban Warrior trainer accompany them…”

Listening to this, Zhang Yu was shocked, feeling that the disparity in educational resources in the Immortal Path was truly vast.

Next to him, Bai Zhenzhen also listened with deep envy in her heart, feeling that Xiandu Masters were indeed far superior to Songyang people.

Just then, the metal gate in front of everyone shook violently, and a light curtain next to it displayed a series of words.

Zhang Yu looked over and discovered that it was the rules for the next test.

Simply put, the metal gate before them required meeting the threefold requirements of Body, Mana, and Martial Arts simultaneously to open.

In terms of Physical Strength, there must be enough force to move the metal gate.

In terms of Martial Arts and Mana, you must, in a specific order, strike nine different spots on the metal gate with nine different forms of Palming Power within three seconds.

Only then could the metal gate be pushed open, allowing one to enter and complete the Daoist Heart Test inside.

This meant that only after pushing open the metal gate and passing the Daoist Heart Test within could one officially complete the registration, gaining qualification to participate in the Foundation Establishment Exam.

Zhang Yu thought to himself: “The specific contents and sequence of these nine Palming Powers are like a set of codes; only by answering correctly can the door be opened.”

“According to what’s written on this wall, the code changes every time the door is opened…”

While Zhang Yu was still trying to figure out how to refine the nine kinds of Palming Power, he noticed the text on the wall changed, altering the sequence and content of the nine Palming Powers.

Simultaneously, above the metal gate, a time of 0.64 seconds was displayed.

With a loud creak, the metal gate was already pushed open by Yun Jing, revealing an endless darkness.

Yet Yun Jing seemed indifferent, taking a step forward and, as the metal gate closed again, disappeared into the darkness in the blink of an eye.

After Yun Jing left, Ye Lingxiao’s figure flashed like lightning.

Zhang Yu couldn’t even see all his movements clearly, as a series of nine loud crashes seemed to merge into one collision sound.

Above the metal gate, a time of 0.65 seconds was displayed.

The next moment, Ye Lingxiao was already standing in front of the gate, easily pushing it open.

Zhang Yu thought to himself: “In less than a second, they already completed the nine Palming Power strikes?

And they might not even have used their full strength.”

Watching Yun Jing and Ye Lingxiao successively push open the metal gate, Zhang Yu felt an unprecedented pressure in his heart.

“These two should be sophomores…

soon to advance to juniors, right?”

“Having cultivated a year longer, they’re this much stronger?”

“Is this the highest level of high school students on Layer 1 of Kunxu?”

Zhang Yu clearly understood at that moment that he…

was far inferior to these two individuals.

And if he wanted to pass the Foundation Establishment Qualification Certificate exam, he would need to catch up to their level in the future.

Beside him, Bai Zhenzhen also took a deep breath, feeling her Spirit Root stir within her.

“They’re all so strong.” Bai Zhenzhen thought to herself: “Can I really pass the Foundation Establishment Certificate exam this year?”

Although she kept cheering herself on and had been working hard in her cultivation,

but now truly arriving at Xiandu, whether it’s the huge floating city, the prices at the train station, or the performance of these Xiandu Masters before her…

it all seemed like one blow after another, slowly pushing down the straight spine of Bai Zhenzhen, making her acutely aware of the gap between herself and the people here.

To the point where a hint of avoidance surfaced in Bai Zhenzhen’s heart: “Even if I lose this year, there’s still next year, right?”

But the next moment, she immediately suppressed such distracting thoughts, vowing to herself: “No matter what, I’ll give it my all.”

Yu Xinghan, standing next to them, although feeling the pressure, did not feel it as strongly as Zhang Yu or Bai Zhenzhen.

In his heart, he thought to himself: “Even if I’m only here to get a sense of the Foundation Establishment Exam’s atmosphere in advance, and conveniently to expense some funds, my real chance is still next year.”

In the following time, competitors stepped forward one by one, pushing open the gate successively.

Zhang Yu was not in a hurry and instead stayed in place, observing these potential opponents.

“The majority should be sophomores, apart from those two guys at the start solving it in under a second, most settled it within two seconds.”

“The remaining ones weaker than me…

must be freshmen, mostly taking two to four seconds to push open the metal gate.”

Those who took over three seconds to open the gate failed to meet the test requirements, and a sudden large hole appeared beneath them to send them away, clearly eliminating them.

After seeing no one else ready to go, Zhang Yu stepped forward, carefully watching the nine Palming Powers recorded on the wall while striking the metal gate with palm after palm.

With his exceptional control over Mana and Body, he swirled like a gust of wind in front of the metal gate, taking 2.3 seconds to strike the nine different spots with the nine different Palming Powers.

He then stood steadily before the metal gate, pushed it hard with his hands, and completely opened it, stepping into that patch of darkness.

…

In the darkness, there seemed to be countless beasts and monsters roaring.

The next moment, amidst the flare of lights, hundreds and thousands of monsters charged in.

Zombies, Fox Demons, Ghosts…

all surged forward, seemingly intent on tearing Zhang Yu to shreds.

However, after Zhang Yu mustered his courage to battle the monsters, he found them vulnerable, and he soon fought his way through, pushing open the door at the end of the corridor, discovering he had returned to the bathroom cubicle at the train station.

“Was the final Dao Heart Test about courage?”

Zhang Yu turned on his phone, logged onto the registration website, and confirmed that he had successfully registered and passed the test.

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

His head was fuzzy, and he felt like he might have overlooked something.

But as he was about to ponder over it, he had already forgotten.

Shaking his head, Zhang Yu, just as he stepped out of the bathroom door, was struck by a palm and knocked unconscious.

…

At the same time.

Inside the office where Zhang Yu had just registered.

The middle-aged woman who had registered him sat at her desk, surrounded by four light screens displaying others’ forms.

The middle-aged woman’s name was Deng Bingding.

Although, as a Four-directions Traveling God, she was already a Sixth Rank deity, quite the figure compared to the Ninth Rank Gong Cao Little God.

Yet Deng Bingding never felt proud of herself.

Everyone thinks being a god is good, having great divine authority, but once you become a god, then what?

Deng Bingding had been to the Heavenly Court; she knew how high the steps were there, how far she was from the major gods in other divisions, how insignificant her power was in Kunxu, and how she was seen as merely a useful tool by the Immortals.

Like now, because of a sudden order from above, she had to slow down her usual work, allocating a lot of mental and Divine Power to participate in the Foundation Establishment Exam’s temporary overtime, maintaining exam site order, and protecting student information from leaking.

She glanced at the four figures on the light screens, the four Little Gods assigned to assist her this time.

Deng Bingding said, “This reform of the Foundation Establishment Exam is on the order of the Immortals, instructed by the Divine Monarch, requiring everyone’s watchful assistance.”

“Oh, not at all; we’re all at your command, Mr.

Deng…”

Amidst the pleasantries, Deng Bingding had already received Goodwill Talismans from the four Little Gods.

In fact, sending Goodwill Talismans to improve goodwill from inferior gods to superior ones is typically done by some deities, but it had become widespread unconsciously throughout the Kunxu Divine Realm.

Deng Bingding had little respect for this and deeply loathed such bureaucracy.

She noticed the amount sent by each of the four Little Gods, frowning, as she thought: “The others all sent over ten thousand, and you sent me five thousand?

What’s that supposed to mean?”

She immediately took note of the Little God who sent the smallest Goodwill Talisman amount.

“Huang Zichou.”

“What a waste of a Goodwill Talisman, directly turned into a Disdain Talisman by you, truly a talent; no wonder you’re still a Ninth Rank God.”

Deng Bingding sighed inwardly, hence her distaste for such formalities, as subordinates and superiors haven’t even begun cooperating when personal feelings are already soured, leaving no room for effective work for the great gods.

She longed for the days when face-to-face conversations about bank transfers went unchecked.

Executing secret art, with a flow of Divine Power emanating, a series of light screens appeared before her, presenting each student’s encounter after passing through the metal gate.

Deng Bingding said lightly: “You all know, the Eight Divisions with so many mouths is tough to live with.”

“This year suddenly adding such a registration test is partly to use the filtering through Mana, Body, and Martial Arts to screen some freshmen out, saving some budget for the exam.”

“The other part, well, is the crux from above; through the Daoist Heart Test, to keep those truly talented, while sweeping away those crawling up only to turn into weaklings…”