In the grand hall.
Chu Xingchen sat in the seat of honor, with about twenty people currently standing before him.
The illusion array designed by Li Yingling was actually quite impressive, effectively filtering out most of those with ill intentions.
It seemed Li Yingling had indeed put in considerable effort.
Chu Xingchen mused that perhaps he should have arbitrarily kept one or two more candidates—after all, there was no way he would follow Li Yingling’s submitted plan to the letter.
Not to mention the personal biases embedded within it, just going through the formal procedures would take a month.
Chu Xingchen had no patience for such tediousness.
His gaze swept over the crowd standing in the hall. A couple of undesirables had slipped through the cracks, but he’d find some excuse to dismiss them later.
After counting the attendees, Li Yingling spoke softly, "Master, only one person hasn’t arrived yet."
Chu Xingchen shook his head slightly, signaling his indifference.
"No matter. Your master has the patience to wait a little longer."
Li Yingling believed him—his master had the temperament for it.
Before long, Zhao Wanqing led in a well-dressed young man.
Chu Xingchen glanced up as the youth stepped into the hall.
The moment the young man bent forward in a bow, before he could even straighten up, Chu Xingchen’s calm but unyielding voice rang out:
"You’re disqualified. You may leave now."
The young man looked up in shock, disbelief in his voice as he asked, "May I ask, Immortal, why?"
"Because you were the last to arrive. What did you think this opportunity was?" Chu Xingchen’s gaze was steady but carried an overwhelming pressure. "Did you think fate would wait for everyone to gather before deciding who gets what?"
"On the path of cultivation, urgency is paramount. Since you weren’t in a hurry for this chance, try again next time."
With that, Chu Xingchen waved his hand, and a surge of spiritual energy sent the young man flying out of the hall, the doors slamming shut behind him.
He had hoped the latecomer might be something special, but this?
Not only was his talent lacking, but the black-marked trait [Pyromaniac] alone made him a liability.
His sect couldn’t afford to deal with such a troublemaker—better let him wreak havoc elsewhere.
Li Yingling stole a glance at her master.
So much for patience.
He hadn’t even pretended to tolerate it.
Still, her master’s reasoning made sense, reminding her of the time he took her to steal spirit herbs…
The memory felt as fresh as yesterday.
Amusing, when she thought about it.
As the doors closed, the remaining candidates in the hall instinctively straightened their postures further.
Even Cui Hao felt a twinge of tension under the suddenly solemn atmosphere.
Chu Xingchen stood, his eyes sweeping over the group before him, then spoke in a relaxed tone:
"No need to be nervous. This second round is simple—just answer a few questions and chat with me."
With that, he leisurely walked up to Lin Luoyu, his tone noticeably gentler.
"I heard you scored full marks in the first round?"
Lin Luoyu quickly clasped her hands in response. "Yes, full marks!"
Chu Xingchen nodded approvingly.
"Good. What do you think is most important on the path of cultivation?"
Lin Luoyu pondered briefly before answering earnestly, "Perseverance and staying true to one’s heart."
"Not a bad answer. It hasn’t been easy for you, has it? I see your robes have been mended more than once." Chu Xingchen pointed at the two patches on her sleeves.
Lin Luoyu’s voice was firm. "Difficult or not, I will walk this path!"
Chu Xingchen smiled and moved to the next candidate—a short-haired girl—asking in the same tone:
"Using the Discourse on the Great Dao as a foundation, briefly explain your understanding of cultivation."
The girl froze, staring at Chu Xingchen in bewilderment.
Wait, wasn’t the difficulty spike a bit extreme here?
Why did the others get simple questions about hardships, while she was hit with Discourse on the Great Dao?
After a long pause, she gritted her teeth. "I… haven’t read Discourse on the Great Dao..."
Chu Xingchen shook his head regretfully and moved on to the next candidate—a visibly nervous young man.
"Discuss the inevitable connection between the cycle of the Great Dao and cultivators."
The man gave a bitter laugh. "I… I never studied…"
With another sigh, Chu Xingchen proceeded to the next.
"Explain..."
"I don’t know..."
"Please answer..."
"I’m not familiar with this..."
After several similarly abstract questions went unanswered, Chu Xingchen finally stopped before Cui Hao.
Studying the scholarly-looking young man, he took a moment to observe him before speaking:
"Discuss the relationship between the mortal market economy and cultivation sects."
Cui Hao blinked, then after a moment of thought, answered earnestly:
"The mortal market is the foundation. Only a stable mortal economy can sustain a cultivation sect."
"While cultivation sects aren’t entirely dependent on the mortal market, a prosperous one provides immense support."
"After all, the essence of a cultivation sect is the pursuit of the Great Dao. Often, they lack the bandwidth for mundane production. Though the mortal market has limited direct impact on cultivation resources..."
"A thriving mortal economy offers significant convenience. Repetitive and trivial tasks can be delegated to mortals."
"This allows cultivation sects to allocate their resources more efficiently, focusing on endeavors beyond mortal capability—thus enhancing the sect’s overall productivity."
"Therefore, I believe any cultivation sect aiming for long-term stability must foster a prosperous and stable mortal market."
Chu Xingchen’s eyes flickered with surprise. Though the answer was straightforward, it wasn’t wrong.
Well, well. You actually knew this one?
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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shall grant"] ["Inscribing the glory of our race upon tombstones"] ["All that is threatened, I shall protect"] How his younger sister sees her brother: A brother who only makes eye contact once a day, mostly fading into the background as he tinkers with who-knows-what in his room all day. Their life paths should have remained largely separate. Until one day. Su Qi created an equipment card for his never-met "online girlfriend." His sister fell into silent contemplation upon receiving the "white stockings." [Card can be upgraded] [Upgrade by fulfilling any of the following conditions] [Condition ①: Consume one hundred higher-tier cards] [Condition ②: Complete one 'Heart-Pounding Adventure'] What constitutes a Heart-Pounding Adventure? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Beginner Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to admire it.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Easy Level): Equip the card, invite 'Su Qi' to touch it, and analyze the equipment's texture.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Entry Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to...] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Challenge Level): Freely combine the words 'Brother' 'Out' 'Brother' 'Me' 'Please' into a complete sentence...] "Please help me analyze both teams' mistakes in this match, brother..." His sister exhaled in relief—surely... surely there couldn't be anything more difficult? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Suicide Mission Level): Sneak a peek at the names of the galgames in 'Su Qi's' hidden E-drive folder]
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
