Upon hearing this, both the young girls participating in the selection of the priest priests and the guests who came to watch the ceremony felt surprised.
The books of theology placed in front of them by the praying hall weren't meant to be taught to outsiders. Even the Institute of Divinity didn't have them; where had she seen them?
The people suddenly remembered that she was a member of the priest clan, thinking that she had figured something out, thinking that her family was indeed rich in knowledge.
Mr. Xia was fully aware that it wasn't the reason. He shot a glance at her imperceptibly and asked the preachers to fetch a new book of theology.
Along with a bell, ninety-nine young girls with black hair and one girl with red hair opened the book at the same time, creating a gust of wind. It was a beautiful scene.
The young girls read the book in different ways.
Jiang Yuxia's long and slender fingers turned the pages of the book gently, at a steady pace. Mo Zong was the most focused one, turning the pages of the book the fastest. It took her only a few minutes to finish reading the entire book. Then, she closed her eyes and started meditating. Hua Xi opened her eyes wide, as if she had found something interesting. She turned the pages curiously, sometimes fast and sometimes slow. It was unclear if she turned the pages according to her interest in the content of the book.
No matter how they read the book, the young girls paid close attention to their postures, which were full of beauty.
Who knew if the female priest behind the screen in the sky was watching them?
Zong Lizi was the only one who was different. She turned the pages of the book quickly, but she often returned to the previous pages and read them again. Her pretty face was full of worry.
Many people wondered if she had forgotten about the previous pages after reading the latter pages.
As time went by, Zong Lizi grew more and more anxious. Her sitting posture had gradually changed, and her legs under the skirt had almost curled up habitually.
Jiang Yuxia had already finished reading the entire book. She noticed Zong Lizi's movement through the corner of her eye. She reached out her finger and knocked lightly on the green ceramic bowl.
Reminded by Jiang Yuxia, Zong Lizi sat back on her knees and resumed reading the book.
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There was a soft "ding" sound.
Twenty minutes passed in a flash. One hundred preachers and female caretakers started checking the books at the same time, in order to avoid the unfair treatment of those who were ranked later due to the time difference.
Jiang Yuxia, Hua Xi, Mo Zong and the other young girls answered the questions fluently. They could recite the pages accurately no matter which page the preachers and the female caretakers chose.
Zong Lizi had a hard time in the beginning due to her nervousness, but she had passed the test in the end.
Since she had passed, most of the girls were naturally not stumped. Only two girls were eliminated because they were too nervous.
It was a simple test. All the young girls, the guests in the praying hall, the people on the prairie participating in the Water Sacrifice and the millions of viewers in front of the TV sets felt it odd. The selection of the female priest after more than 20 years was actually so casual?
Then Mr. Xia announced the content of the second assessment.
The girls would fight against a highly achieved swordsman from the military invited by the praying hall. The ones who could last longer would have a higher ranking.
If he could defeat that military expert, he would naturally be the winner.
Everyone thought that the expert from the military must be a high-ranking Star State warrior. But unexpectedly, the one who walked out from behind the curtain was also a young girl!
The girl was wearing a military uniform, and both her appearance and temperament indicated that she was at most twenty years old.
How strong could a girl in her twenties be? Was she qualified to be an examiner? Did she have the ability to defeat these ninety-eight genius girls?
A proud person like Mo Zong felt slightly angry, thinking that the praying hall looked down on them. He had made up his mind to defeat the other party.
The governor suddenly stood up and said to the young female officer with an amiable expression, "Major Ran, why didn't you tell me that you had come to the Stargate?"
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. Many guests stood up.
Though they didn't know who this young female officer was, they could tell from the attitude of the governor that she was not an ordinary person.
The identity of the young female officer had gradually spread among the guests as they discussed in low voices. They learned that she was an officer of the fleet of the seventh army, whose name was Ran Handong.
But, why did the praying hall ask her to preside over the next test of martial arts? Why did the governor treat her so amiably?
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Sitting in the spot closest to the gray screen, Jing Jiu remained silent while looking at the young female officer below. He was surprised when he saw her behind the stone post earlier, because he didn't expect this "rabbit" to leave the fleet and come to the Stargate Base. It seemed that she had something to do with that female priest.
As for the second round of the martial arts test, he had no interest in it.
As a matter of fact, the second round of the test went on smoothly and quickly.
In the beginning, there were many gasping and surprised screams in the grand hall of the praying hall, but they had all disappeared soon after, leaving behind only the quietness and the sound of falling to the ground.
None of those girls with black hair could withstand Ran Handong's attack for even a moment. They dropped to the ground one after another, looking quite pitiful.
Mo Zong and Jiang Yuxia were defeated by Ran Handong without any resistance.
They were the most popular candidates for the selection of female priest, especially in the test of martial arts Cultivation. Everybody knew that they had already entered the Golden State, but they were defeated so easily. As such, the Cultivation state of this young female officer was unimaginably high.
Zong Lizi didn't create a miracle either. She was knocked a hundred feet away by a simple swing of Ran Handong's fist. She was in so much pain that she couldn't even speak. If Jiang Yuxia and Hua Xi hadn't helped her up, she wouldn't have been able to stand up for a long time.
Ran Handong glanced at Zong Lizi with a baffled expression. It seemed that she felt a bit surprised, but she retreated to the back of the gray screen without saying a word.
It was different from the prairie occupied by hundreds of thousands of populace and the grand hall occupied by thousands of guests. It was quiet behind the gray screen.
The lights of the battleship and the starlight shone down from the skylight, illuminating the water in the bowl and the flower petals on the surface of the water and the deck behind it.
Sitting in front of the green ceramic bowl, the female priest looked at the flower petals on the surface of the water swaying with the wind in Silence. It seemed that she didn't care about the selection taking place at the moment.
"Aunt … is the Stargate Base so short of talented people? Except for that little girl named Jiang Yuxia, none of them are good at fighting. " Ran Handong came to the side of the female priest and sat on her knees on the ground. "The red-haired girl you thought highly of is even worse. She hasn't even passed the Golden State," she said in a baffled tone.
The female priest lifted her head and looked at the grand hall outside the gray screen, a surprised expression in her eyes.
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The scene on the gray screen changed again, changing from the previous matches in the martial arts test to a single word.
The word was very big, and the strokes were clear, giving off a comfortable feeling. It could be seen from anywhere in the praying hall.
It was the word "quietness".
A main preacher walked out and read the decree of the female priest in a low voice, which was the content of the third test.
It was quiet in the praying hall. Everybody was listening to the main preacher attentively, in case they missed something.
Even the populace in the Federation of the Milky Way who didn't believe in god had some understanding of the inheritance of the female priest and knew that the word "quietness" was the key word.
For this planet, the final test of the first two selections of the female priest was also about this word, but the methods were different.
One of them was to observe the first petal of the Cloud Flower at night.
The other time was to wait for the spring silkworm to spit out the first thread.
What was the topic of the test that day?
The stroke of the word "quietness" on the gray screen disassembled and changed its shape, forming a new word.
It was "liquor".
The scene was displayed clearly in front of everybody, including those in the praying hall, those on the prairie and those in front of the TV sets on the whole planet.
Nobody was stupid enough to think that the praying hall would choose the female priest based on the drinking capacity; there must be a deeper meaning behind it. As such, they waited quietly.
The main preacher didn't give any explanation or introduction of the rules. All he did was invite the girls to drink as much as they liked.
Along with the faint footsteps and the occasional clanking of the utensils, countless bottles of liquor were placed on the tables in front of these girls. There were strong liquors made from grains, wheat wine, grape wine, rice wine, etc., all in great quantities. It was believed that these girls couldn't drink all of them even if they had a high Cultivation base.
Each bottle of liquor was labeled with the type of liquor, the place of origin and the standard alcohol content, but there was no brand or label.
The girls didn't know what to do, wondering what it meant.
The guests watching the test couldn't help but discuss it in a low voice; they had several conjectures. Some of them said that it depended on the girls' manners and self-control after drinking the liquor; but the main preacher didn't specify how much they had to drink. Someone retorted, "Wouldn't it be safe to drink only a little bit?" Some of them thought that the praying hall wanted the girls to judge the age and brand of the liquor to show their profound knowledge; but they were opposed by many people. It was the selection of the female priest, not the wine taster. Some of them thought that the test of the praying hall didn't have a fixed rule; it was a comprehensive evaluation of all aspects. As for how to get the highest score, they would find out later.
The CEO of the Twirling Rain Company sat in the second row. He had remained calm from beginning to end, not revealing any unusual expression. All he did was pay attention to Zong Lizi in silence.
He didn't expect Zong Lizi to come to the third stage, and the test of "quietness" that day was so strange. If she performed better … she might have a chance to be one of the last three candidates.
All he knew was that the girl with red hair had a secret connection with his father-in-law, but he didn't know what kind of person she was to have such an expectation.
Those who knew Zong Lizi well wouldn't think so, like Jing Jiu. All he hoped for was that the girl would calm down and not drink the liquor if she couldn't.
Another example was the owner of the barbecue stall in the underground neighborhood of Mingsheng. He had seen Zong Lizi get drunk twice with his own eyes. Watching the scene on the TV, his expression grew terrible. He didn't even notice that the eggplant on the barbecue rack was on the verge of burning.
"What's wrong?" Mr. Dan didn't quite understand his anger, thinking that the more chaotic the test on the ground was, the more advantageous it would be for the girl.
The owner of the barbecue stall put the half-burned eggplant on Mr. Dan's plate and said angrily, "You people know nothing. This girl can only drink one bottle of ale."
Hearing this, the residents on the street who were watching the TV with interest couldn't help but exchange glances, thinking that they were doomed.
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Only those who couldn't get drunk didn't know how much they could drink. Zong Lizi was not such a person. She was fully aware that she was a drunkard … Looking at the small hill of beer bottles on the table in front of her, her eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
She lifted her head reflexively to look in the direction of the guests of the University of Stargate, but she didn't see that figure.
She couldn't care less about her manners. She looked left and right, but she couldn't find him. In the end, she had no choice but to give up, feeling a bit frustrated.
What kind of test was it? Even if it wasn't a test of her drinking capacity, she would still have to drink a little …
Should she just lick it secretly? No, it would be too dishonest. Even if it were the ale, she would still be drunk after drinking one and a half bottle …
Since she would get drunk no matter how much she drank, she might as well drink as much as she could before she passed out.
Zong Lizi suddenly thought of this idea. She picked up the bottle of strong grain wine with the highest alcohol content and poured it into the large cup.
The large cup was about half a kilogram.
She closed her eyes, not daring to look at it. She brought the cup to her mouth, and then … started drinking.
A barrage of surprised screams broke out in the crowd of guests. It was because the way she drank the wine was truly unrestrained.
Mo Zong swirled the red wine in her cup slowly. She shot a mocking glance at Zong Lizi, thinking that these children in the lower class were really rude to drink the strong grain wine in a wine cup.
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If Zong Lizi were Sangsang, tsk … these people would be scared to death.
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