Chapter 32: Reassessment of Aptitude.
"This whole thing is messed up!"
Huang Yifan cursed.
If it were really a spy from the Demon Sect, and the mental pressure had knocked someone unconscious, he wouldn't feel any guilt at all. On the contrary, he would feel quite pleased. It was a pity he couldn't kill them on the spot.
But now it seemed... this was a good kid, wasn't he just suffering for no reason?
So he quickly started searching his pockets.
His heart was filled with resentment for a moment.
With a righteous and honest demeanor, a broad mind, and kindness and integrity, such a good seedling was knocked unconscious by his own mental pressure...
As for why he was a good kid, does it still need to be said?
Under his own mental pressure at the level of a Cloud Emperor, let alone a Martial Artist, even an Imperial-level expert could be easily subdued by him!
How could it be fake?
Huang Yifan was even confident that he could draw a picture based on what was on his mind at the time of the pressure!
Such a child is hard to find even with a lantern!
But because of a misunderstanding, he had suffered a soul injury.
Huang Yifan almost cursed his former subordinate, Chen Ruohai, in his heart!
But there was no way out. He had to clean up the mess he had created himself. He took out all the pills on his body, but the lowest-grade soul-repairing pill was at the king level.
Obviously, it was not suitable for just a martial artist.
If he were to open the door now and let Lu Jiaoshan get the pills, wouldn't he expose his mistake?
If this got out, he would be finished.
With no other choice, he had to directly burn the king-grade soul-repairing pill with his true essence. After burning off most of its medicinal power, he felt that the remaining power was about right. He then used his superior mental power to guide it into Fang Che's consciousness for detailed repair.
Busy and sweating profusely, he finally finished.
It seemed that there was still a bit too much energy, causing Fang Che's consciousness to expand slightly due to his good fortune.
But Huang Yifan didn't mind; as long as it was done.
Next, he worked on the meridians, personally using his spirit yuan to help straighten them out.
But then he felt that this kid's meridians seemed a bit evil. When my true yuan passed through them, why did it seem to be intercepted in part?
He was wondering.
Puff!
A slight sound, a burst of breath, directly emanated!
"What the fuck!"
Huang Yifan was instantly dumbfounded.
Did I just make someone who was unconscious have a breakthrough? Do I actually have this ability...
In an instant, Huang Yifan became even more skeptical about life.
You could say the soul-repairing pill is amazing, and with my personal guidance, although the expansion of your sea of consciousness was somewhat unexpected, it's still barely reasonable.
But I only helped you straighten out your meridians and ease your injuries, so how did you break through?
This doesn't make sense.
Isn't this like me, as a sect leader, personally helping a student cheat before a martial arts competition?
...
When Fang Che woke up, he only felt comfortable all over, as if he were soaking in a hot spring on a cold day.
Every inch of his body's muscles was calling out in comfort.
It was an indescribable enjoyment.
And his sea of consciousness had actually doubled in size!
Even his cultivation had directly advanced from the peak of Martial Artist Third Rank to the mid-stage of Martial Artist Fourth Rank!
Jumping up a level!
What's going on? How did I make progress?
Fang Che was speechless.
This really messed up my plans.
He had deliberately suppressed his cultivation, keeping it at the peak of the Martial Artist Third Rank without breaking through.
In any case, the breakthrough was just a matter of time.
This wasn't to hide his abilities, let alone to pretend to be weak and then surprise his opponents.
Because he planned to, during the disciple's competition, suddenly have a breakthrough on the arena when facing a strong opponent...
In that way, the attention and sensation it would attract could even create a legend—Facing defeat, he suddenly broke through, turning the tables and shaking the Baiyun Academy.
What kind of concept was this?
I believe many people would never forget this event in their lives.
This way, it would be more advantageous for him to obtain better cultivation resources.
With such momentum, it would spread in no time, even to the outside world.
By then, even if the higher-ups of the Martial Academy clearly knew about the news of the Bibo City Garrison Hall, and knew that he was a disciple of the 'One Heart Sect,' they would have to give in.
"Why wouldn't you give the best resources to such a genius disciple? Is the Baiyun Martial Academy blind?"
Where is the fairness?
Where is the justice?
And there were still places where his identity could be used. Baiyun Martial Academy would definitely not directly tell the outside world, "This guy is from the Only Me Orthodox Sect"...
In this way, no matter what, he could still benefit.
Fang Che's considerations were also helpless: I know I'm not a bad guy, but the problem is you don't know I'm not a bad guy. On the contrary, you all know I'm a bad guy!
So they will definitely withhold my resources.
This could completely lead to my resources not being given to me. If that happens, what should I do about my cultivation being delayed?
This was a problem he had to consider.
But now, his original plan has been unexpectedly disrupted.
He directly advanced to the mid-stage of the fourth rank.
Fang Che was feeling a bit uncomfortable.
It wasn't that he was worried he couldn't achieve a breakthrough on the spot. After all, when everyone was gathered and the major competition began, there would still be seven or eight days at the minimum. This time would be enough for Fang Che to once again pile up his cultivation to the peak of the fourth rank.
But the biggest problem was that now, he didn't believe there would be anyone stronger than him among this batch of candidates.
If his opponent clearly didn't pose a threat to him and he still forcefully tried to achieve a breakthrough on the spot, then it would be purely trying to show off.
Moreover, it would be a kind of showing off that wasn't very successful, a kind of 'deliberate' and clumsy showing off.
It would only become a laughingstock.
Damn it.
Fang Che looked at the deputy mountain master, Huang Yifan, in front of him with resentment.
Then he noticed that Huang Yifan was also looking at him with eyes full of resentment.
Seeing that Fang Che was now awake, Huang Yifan spoke first with a dull tone, "You're awake?"
Fang Che blinked in confusion. "I've opened my eyes, so would you say I'm awake... or not awake?"
"Awake."
"Your assessment is over."
Huang Yifan said.
"Thank you, Deputy Mountain Master."
"You're welcome." Huang Yifan's mind wandered elsewhere. What should he do next?
"How much do you remember about the assessment?" Huang Yifan asked.
"It seems a bit fuzzy, I don't remember."
Fang Che showed a look of lingering fear. "What did the students say? Did I say anything inappropriate?"
Huang Yifan relaxed. This is how it should be.
Smiling, he said, "you didn't say anything inappropriate. Even if you did, you wouldn't have passed."
"Baiyun Martial Academy is indeed the top academy on the continent, and its assessment methods are extremely mysterious," Fang Che said, looking sincerely convinced. He really did feel a bit fuzzy in his memory and didn't remember much of what he had said. But now it seemed he had passed.
"That's right."
Huang Yifan coughed and thought, Could it be anything other than mysterious? Only you can be tested like this. Why would anyone else need me, the deputy mountain master, to test them personally?
Suddenly, Huang Yifan remembered something. "There's one more thing, I need to test your aptitude."
He coughed unconsciously again and said, "It just so happens that I'm here, so there's no need to bother anyone else."
With that, he opened the soundproof barrier.
He shouted, "Supervisor, Lujiao Tian, come here and start the aptitude test."
The dean walked in with a black face and angrily said, "I am Lu Jiaoshan! Not Lujiao Tian (Donkey Cry Tian). Deputy Mountain Master Huang, can you please stop using improper names in front of the students? I am at least the dean! Where's the respect?"
"Alright, Lujiao Tian, let's begin,"
Huang Yifan said.
Lu Jiaoshan's face was dark.
But he dared not speak out in anger.
This old bastard was airdropped in and is a guardian.
He usually doesn't get involved in the management of the martial arts academy, but his martial prowess is outstanding, and he is specifically responsible for martial arts regulation.
He's definitely the number one expert in the academy, a treasure of the institution.
He has never been interested in formal management or intrigue, but his martial strength is formidable.
If you don't scheme against him, it's fine; if you do, as long as he doesn't find out, it's also fine. But if he does find out, it's not just a matter of getting half beaten up.
Last time, I didn't provoke him, but he still scolded me and beat me up while drunk, daring to be angry but not speak out.
Trembling, he took out a small tower made of purple jade, which looked much more advanced than the one Sun Yuan had taken out before, and asked, "Have you tested it before?"
"I have. My master said it's above average," Fang Che said.
"Yeah, there are many counterfeit Fish-Dragon Towers outside. A twelve-layer Fish-Dragon Tower like ours at the Martial Arts Academy is more detailed and intuitive."
Lu Jiaoshan didn't care much. Being above average was nothing special at the Baiyun Martial Arts Academy. He said, "Infuse your spirit power."
He added, "Infuse it forcefully."
"Understood."
Fang Che activated his spirit power and infused it into the purple jade Fish-Dragon Tower, feeling that the infusion of spirit power was much smoother than Sun Yuan's.
Just at the beginning.
The seven layers below the Fish-Dragon Tower lit up instantly.
A sparkling purple light illuminated the entire room like a dream.
"Directly to the first layer?"
The purple light quickly spread upward. In just a moment, the eighth and ninth layers lit up almost simultaneously.
"It's above average, but not the limit."
Huang Yifan leaned in.
He seemed quite interested.
The tenth layer immediately lit up brightly with purple light.
"Heaven-level aptitude."
Then the purple light paused, seeming unable to continue.
However, Lu Jiaoshan and Huang Yifan were not disappointed. Heaven-level was already a legendary aptitude in the eyes of others.
Although the Baiyun Martial Arts Academy also has disciples with heaven-level aptitude, they are few in number.
They are already considered super geniuses.
Both of them breathed a sigh of relief.
However, just as they relaxed, suddenly the eleventh layer lit up!
Then the twelfth layer immediately followed suit!
Afterward, a thick purple mist emerged from the top of the tower, shooting straight towards Huang Yifan, who was leaning over to look.
It reflected on Huang Yifan's face, making it look ghastly purple.
But now, Huang Yifan's mouth was open so wide that you could see his intestines directly. His eyeballs were almost popping out of their sockets, and his appearance was almost like a demon.
Lu Jiaoshan, opposite him didn't look much better.
With his mouth wide open, his eyes bulging, and veins popping on his temples, he looked like he was in a trance.
His eyes were full of doubt about life.
The purple light continued to pervade.
The two looked at each other, feeling dry-mouthed. Huang Yifan stuttered, "Is the Fish-Dragon Tower broken?"
Lu Jiaoshan grabbed the Fish-Dragon Tower from Fang Che's hand and was about to infuse it with his spirit power for testing.
But then he stopped and handed it to Huang Yifan, saying, "It shouldn't be broken. Why don't you try?"
Huang Yifan grabbed it blankly and was about to infuse it with his spirit power. Suddenly, he realized what was happening, and with a backhand slap, he sent Lu Jiaoshan flying five steps back, cursing, "You bastards who are always scheming! You're fucking trying to deceive me!"
Lu Jiaoshan was embarrassed. "I was just trying it out. It's not a big deal."
"Why don't you try it then?" Huang Yifan was almost driven mad with anger.
Lu Jiaoshan rolled his eyes.
Try it? How?
For thousands of years, how many have there been who have broken through the Fish-Dragon Tower with purple energy?
What kind of aptitude do we have? Can we compare to such monsters?
Let me try? Wouldn't that just be making a fool of myself?
Moreover, it would be embarrassing to do so in front of a newly enrolled martial student, who is only a martial master!
As a Cloud Platform expert, do I need to prove that I am so much worse than this little shrimp?
Do I still have any face left?
"Go find someone! You deceitful bastard!" Huang Yifan roared.
Lu Jiaoshan ran off like lightning.
Then Huang Yifan ran off too.
Leaving Fang Che alone here. The two old men ran to other rooms to test others.
A moment later.
They both walked in together.
Looking at Fang Che as if he were a ghost.
"Your master said you are above average?" Huang Yifan asked in a very strange tone.
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