"Your spell spirit?" Only then did Brother Huang size up the Moonlight.
Was it such a good-looking spell spirit?
After a moment of silence, he looked at Youchu. "I didn't know you were doing so well yourself."
You Chu: "?"
'Make yourself clear later. What does this have to do with my health?'
"Spell spirits often maintain the summoning state. It's quite mentally taxing, right?" Brother Huang's gaze was a little strange. "I've tried it before. If a spell spirit maintains the summoning state for more than two hours, I won't be able to withstand it.
If you can put the spell spirit outside so easily, you must be quite energetic…"
Indeed, maintaining the summoning of a spell spirit would continuously consume the Summoner's mental strength. If it were an ordinary spell spirit, it would have long emptied the Summoner's card vault by staying outside like this.
But Moonlight was not an ordinary spell spirit. She was an extremely rare Epic-quality spell spirit.
At this level, the spell spirit could automatically absorb a small amount of energy from her surroundings to maintain her existence. It was enough to maintain the consumption of her usual summoning state.
Therefore, You Chu would not be tortured by her.
This was what Luo Qing had told him. Epic-grade spell spirits were too rare. Most Summoners had never seen them before, so they naturally didn't know about such characteristics.
"But you actually refined such a spell spirit…" The little fatty's expression was complicated.
He was still so envious!
Back then, when Brother Huang first started refining cards, he secretly made a set of "The Complete Understanding of the Beast-eared Lady Technique of Other Races". After studying for a few months, he still couldn't refine the Beast-eared Lady he wanted…
Although he did not know if You Chu could fight, at least he looked good!
The little fatty didn't want to continue the conversation.
"I'm still waiting for someone, so I'll catch up with you again soon." Yu Huang stood up. "I wanted to say that we should form a team together on this trip to the dimension, but I already have a team on my side. Next time, then. I'll definitely do it next time."
You Chu expressed his understanding and waved goodbye.
Actually, although Yu Huang did have an appointment with someone, it did not mean that he could not bring another person along.
However, the You Chu in his impression was still stuck on the concept of the Eight Taihang. In addition, You Chu had just said that he had only broken through a few days ago, so he should be a newbie.
As everyone knew, the first spell spirit of newbies was usually useless. Some low-level spell spirits could not even defeat the Summoner himself.
Especially since Moonlight was wearing a shirt and a short skirt, and her legs were wrapped in black silk that reached her knees. Although she looked very beautiful and pleasing to the eye, no matter how one looked at her, she looked delicate and soft. She had already been automatically classified as a vase by Brother Huang.
In his opinion, You Chu's trip to this event was simply to join in the fun. It belonged to Kennedy—just for the fun of it.
It would have been fine if he had brought his old classmates along, but to be honest, this was the first time he had gone to a dimensional zone to explore Yu Huang without a chaperone. Moreover, he and his teammates also wanted to take this opportunity to obtain more resources, so they did not really want to bring along a burden.
Not long after they separated, the hall broadcast informed the Summoners participating in the assessment to enter.
You Chu was quite curious about the assessment method. It didn't seem like there was a place to fight in such a place. Moreover, he had heard that the assessment focused on the mental strength of the Summoner.
You Chu automatically imagined the scene of the candidates being called onto the stage one by one. Everyone went up to touch a stone on the assessment venue, and then the examiner shouted at the side, "Strength of cards, third stage!"
"…"
Well, that didn't happen.
The candidates' numbers and list were quickly announced. It seemed that all the candidates for this assessment were bronze summoners. There was not a single silver one.
It seemed that Cen Xue was right. In the small Blue City, there were only a few Summoners above the Silver level. No one was interested in such open exploration activities.
The assessment was arranged in a special room, separated front and back by a one-way glass, like an interrogation room in a movie.
The examiner would call the number on the radio. The candidates who were called to the number would go to the examination room alone for the assessment. The others would wait outside.
The configuration of the exam room was visible through the one-way glass.
Inside was a huge card-creating machine filled with gaudy LED lights. The fuselage seemed to be surrounded by various colored auroras.
The candidates who entered would be asked to use the sensor pen attached to the card making device to draw on the contact screen and draw the card formation.
Drawing a card formation was an indispensable part of any card creating formula. Moreover, the card formations designed in each formula were all different.
However, the examiner said that the examination did not require the candidates to draw any specific array. The candidates could draw any array they were most familiar with in any formula, or even the basic array used in practice in the teaching materials, as long as they drew it.
The candidates were unimpressed when they heard this.
Drawing diagrams could be said to be the basic skill of Summoners. It was almost the easiest part of the entire card making process. Any Summoner would have one or two diagrams that they were best at.
If he really couldn't draw the basic array in the textbooks, wouldn't it be fine as long as he had hands?
Hearing this, many people began to believe that this assessment might just be a formality. It should be super simple.
"Number 1, Yu Fangyue."
The first to be called for the number was a young lad. He rose confidently and made his way through the crowd into the examination room.
Like most other people, Yu Fangyue did not take this assessment seriously at all.
He had already drawn the formation of the card creating formula that he was most familiar with countless times. It could be said that he knew it by heart. He could even draw it when he was asleep. It was impossible for anything to go wrong.
Yu Fangyue sat down according to the examiner's instructions. Just as he picked up his pen, pleasant music came from somewhere in the sealed room.
He'd never heard the melody before, and felt only that the sound was magnificent, like waves lapping tirelessly against the rocks on the shore. Even the blood in his veins stirred for no reason.
However, Yu Fangyue did not care yet. He tried his best to calm down. After the examiner signaled for him to begin, he raised his sensor pen and prepared to draw.
That was when he began to realize something was wrong.
The moment the sensor pen landed on the blank contact screen of the card making machine, the pen felt thousands of times heavier. His hand trembled unconsciously and showed signs of losing control.
Yu Fangyue's expression changed slightly.
'Are you kidding?'
He had been single for thirty years, but he couldn't even handle this lousy pen?
Yu Fangyue refused to believe it. He exerted more strength, but he realized that… it really seemed to be so strange!
He forced his arm to tug at the heavy pen, leaving a crooked line on the screen. His arm was already sore, as tired as if he'd been exercising all night.
'That's ridiculous!'
Not only that, but Yu Fangyue felt the music in his ears getting louder and louder. It sounded like a hundred men were beating the lumbar drums in his ears, and every beat landed in his heart, distracting him.
He felt his brain swell. He couldn't think. The memory seemed frozen, his blood jumping like a boil. The pen grew heavier in his hand. He couldn't even remember what he'd drawn on the screen.
At the same time, the contents of the contact screen of the Card Creator were all projected onto the big screen at the same time. The examiner and the other candidates waiting outside could also see it.
Someone had begun to whisper.
"What's this drawing of?"
"Is the old man in there asleep?"
The content on the screen was messy. There was not even a decent line, let alone an array.
"If you hang a cookie around a dog's neck, the dog can draw better than this," someone joked.
"My dog saw it. He cleared the screen overnight and helped draw the refinement array." Someone even jeered.
It had only been twenty seconds since he entered, but Yu Fangyue was already pale and sweating. His last bit of energy seemed to have been drained by the pen. His hand went limp, and the sensor pen fell to the side.
He didn't recover until the music in the examination room stopped. He panted violently, drained.
At this moment, Yu Fangyue also noticed that the thing he drew on the card making machine could not be said to be an array. Even saying that it was a ghost drawing was disrespectful to ghosts.
His face was deathly pale. He felt sure he had screwed up this time.
However, he also realized that it was this voice that was strange!
It was this music that made his hands go out of control!
When Yu Fangyue came out with his face covered in dirt, the candidates outside craned their necks. When they saw his exhausted appearance, they could not help but be surprised.
"No way? This guy only went in for twenty seconds, right?"
"No way, Sir. That weak?"
Some candidates began to suspect that the assessment might not be that simple anymore, but there were also some who disagreed.
But when the second dude went in, which left a mess of graffiti on the screen, and came out after twenty seconds or so equally exhausted, more people started to think something was wrong.
Was that lousy pen really that evil?