Zhong Qing had always placed great emphasis on self-restraint and mental fortitude. In his free time, he would practice calligraphy nonstop. It was for this reason that he had reached such a high level of proficiency in calligraphy. There were many experts who had come to seek his calligraphy just to calm their nerves.
Given his cultivation and self-restraint, he should have been able to withstand an ordinary examination. However, all eight of his descendants, including his own grandson, had been eliminated. He had intended to test the limits of these two young men, but who could have thought that a reputable figure of the Great Phrontistery of Confucianism would actually be looked down upon?
Weak …
Weak your head!
How am I weak?
As infuriated as he was, he couldn't help but recall the earlier battle.
Even though the two of them weren't using a formation, their coordination was flawless. Even with his Sempiternal realm consummation cultivation, he was still unable to see through their next move, resulting in him falling for their trap.
"This is … the battle technique that Fan Xiaoxu imparted to you?"
Swallowing the blood that was on the verge of spurting out, Zhong Qing took a deep breath and asked.
Even though he had never met the two of them before, he had read up on the battle technique. It was impossible for them to comprehend such a powerful battle technique on their own.
"That's right!"
Fan Xiaofeng and Fan Xiaoxu nodded.
In truth, they were also a little taken aback by the sight before them. They thought that the Great Phrontistery of Confucianism would be a formidable foe after suppressing its cultivation, but who could have thought that it would be as weak as a little chick after using Fan Xiaoxu's battle technique?
If that was the case, as long as they cultivated diligently, they would be invincible among cultivators of the same cultivation realm.
"Then, do you know who imparted those battle techniques to him?"
Zhong Qing asked.
"He comprehended those battle techniques on his own," Fan Xiaofeng replied.
He had asked the other party about it previously, and the other party had told him that he had comprehended those battle techniques on his way here.
"Comprehended those battle techniques on his own? His talent … "
Zhong Qing's breathing hastened as he looked at the sky.
To be able to create such a powerful battle technique and decipher the formation on the jade token on his own, his talent was truly astounding.
"Yuanfeng, the rest of you should keep an eye on them. I'll head back to the Great Phrontistery of Confucianism to see who he will choose as his teacher …"
Unable to hold himself back any longer, Zhong Qing turned around and left.
Regardless of who Zhang Xuan chose as his teacher, he had to maintain a good relationship with the latter. As long as he didn't die, he would surely have a bright future ahead of him!
…
Zhang Xuan had no idea that Zhong Qing had already been beaten up by Fan Xiaoxing and Fan Xiaoxing. At this moment, he was still advancing according to the direction indicated on the jade token.
To be honest, he really wanted to keep a low profile, but unfortunately, his strength did not allow him to do so!
Since he was the first one to enter the Great Phrontistery of Confucianism, there was no way he could hide it any longer.
However, it didn't matter. As long as he didn't reveal his identity as an outsider and left after getting what he wanted, it probably wouldn't cause too much trouble.
Whoosh!
After flying for a while, a ray of light appeared before them. Following which, they saw a massive folded space appear before them.
It felt as if he had returned to the Master Teacher Continent. The spiritual energy in the air was also similar to that of the Holy Lands. As soon as he entered the space, his pores would open up and greedily absorb the spiritual energy.
Countless palaces stood before his eyes. Each one of them had an antique feel to them, as if they had been built for tens of thousands of years.
"We're here …"
Knowing that this was most likely the Great Phrontistery of Confucianism, Zhang Xuan quickly made his way down. However, before he could land on the ground, a burst of light suddenly shot right toward him.
The light didn't have any offensive properties, and it stopped right in front of him. It was a huge copper gong, and it flew straight to his feet. Then, a powerful force pressed down on him, as if to prevent him from landing, and dragged him up into the air.
"Is this also a test?"
He raised his eyebrows.
He was just about to reach the Great Phrontistery of Confucianism when a copper gong suddenly appeared in front of him, intending to push him back. It was apparent that the copper gong was trying to test him.
Since he was already here, what was the point of a test?
Shaking his head, Zhang Xuan stopped thinking about it and stomped his foot. The energy in his body immediately surged through his foot.
Whoosh!
The gong could no longer bear the pressure and rushed straight down.
With a faint smile, Zhang Xuan followed closely behind.
…
At the entrance of the Great Phrontistery of Confucianism stood a row of middle-aged men and women. All of them were dressed in robes similar to Nangong Yuanfeng's.
It was obvious at a glance that he was the Grand Confucian here.
"It will take at least a day for them to come here after the assessment. Aren't they a little too impatient to come here so early?"
A middle-aged woman walked over with a smile.
"We are indeed impatient, but you aren't much different from us … If you aren't in a hurry, why are you here now?"
Hearing the middle-aged woman's tone, one of the middle-aged men raised his eyebrows and asked.
"I just want to see if there are any geniuses among them this time around …" The middle-aged woman harrumphed coldly before turning to Nangong Yuanfeng and asking, "Mi Xuan, why did you bring this copper gong here?"
The crowd turned their gazes over and saw a middle-aged man walking over with widened strides. There was a massive copper gong spinning above his head, blocking out the sun.
This copper gong was an artifact that Mi Xuan had just forged. Why would he bring it here instead of studying it at home?
"Haha! You should know that the talent of my bloodline lies in strength! I specially use this copper gong to assess the freshmen! "
Mi Xuan burst into laughter.
"Assess the freshmen?"
The middle-aged woman sneered coldly. "That copper gong is incomparably heavy. Are you intending to use it to crush the freshmen to death?"
"Of course not!"
Mi Xuan sneered. "However, I'll use this copper gong to push the freshmen back. As long as they can last ten breaths under my copper gong, they'll be able to become my disciple and impart my heritage to me …"
"Last ten breaths? Are you still dreaming? "
Hearing those words, the crowd gasped in astonishment.
That fellow possessed incredible strength, and the copper gong was even more powerful. Even they might not be able to withstand the combined might of the two of them, let alone a Saint 9-dan cultivator.
Weng!
But before he could finish his words, a resounding buzz echoed in the air, and a brilliant burst of light burst forth.
"Someone has deciphered the seal and is about to arrive. How did they arrive so quickly today?"
Everyone was stunned.
They had thought that they would have to wait for an entire day, but who could have thought that they would arrive in the blink of an eye?
"Since they were able to decipher the seal so quickly, they must be quite powerful. This is a good opportunity for me to test the prowess of my copper gong …"
Chuckling softly, Mi Xuan flicked his wrist, and the massive copper gong above the crowd immediately flew toward the entrance of the sky. In the blink of an eye, it had already blocked out the sun.
Hong long!
But before it could reach the sky, an even louder reverberation sounded, and it was sent flying back.
Not expecting the copper gong to be sent flying back before it could even block the entrance, Mi Xuan's hair stood on end. He hurriedly drove his zhenqi to stop his descent, and only then did he realize that there was an entire world above the copper gong crushing down on him. It was not something that he could withstand at all.
"Hurry up and help me!"
Unable to hold on any longer, Mi Xuan hurriedly shouted for help.
Everyone's faces warped in astonishment. They hurriedly rushed into the sky to meet the copper gong.
Pu! Pu! Pu!
As soon as they came into contact with the copper gong, blood spurted from their mouths as they were crushed by an unstoppable might.
Putong! Putong!
The Scholarly Masters plummeted to the ground like dumplings.
Boom!
The copper gong smashed into the ground, burying all of the Scholarly Masters beneath it.
Hu!
Shortly after the Scholarly Masters were smashed into the ground, a figure suddenly appeared above the copper gong.
He scanned the surroundings with a frown on his forehead.
"Didn't you say that there would be many Scholarly Masters here to welcome us? Why isn't there a single one of them here? "
Zhang Xuan shook his head helplessly as he continued flying forward.
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