Jiang Huihui looked at this man, not understanding where his confidence came from.
Xu Mu's medical skills were an incredibly powerful ability; people in the ancient martial arts world always got injured.
And someone like Xu Mu was their hope.
Even now, Jiang Sheng and Wei Jingzhi were still carefully admiring it. In their eyes, it was simply a masterpiece.
"Shouldn't we proceed to the final round? It's time to decide the winner."
Compared to the two of them, Guo Wenmo was not so obsessed with traditional Chinese painting.
Jiang Sheng finally snapped back to reality. "Alright, we'll start the final round now: individual skills."
As he spoke, he couldn't help but glance at Xu Mu. He truly hadn't expected Xu Mu to already be in first place after the second round.
According to what Jiang Huihui said, Xu Mu also possessed medical skills. Barring any surprises, the final winner should be him.
If he had known Xu Mu was this capable, he wouldn't have spent the last few days worrying for nothing.
"I'll withdraw. I don't have any particular skill."
Chen Xuan suddenly spoke up, voluntarily stepping out.
With one person taking the lead, several others also gave up on the competition.
Mainly, their scores were too low. For example, those with only a little over seventy points so far would only reach the eighties even if they got a perfect ten in the third round.
There was simply no need to embarrass themselves further.
At this point, only four people were willing to participate in the third round.
Xu Mu, Cui Yu, Lv Pinlong, and Xue Kaixuan.
Wei Jingzhi now looked at the few of them. "Next, names will appear randomly on the big screen. Whoever's name appears will demonstrate their skill."
On the big screen, names began flashing and finally stopped on Xue Kaixuan.
Xue Kaixuan didn't really have any other special skills. He suddenly flicked his long hair. "I can play the xiao flute."
"That's right, I can vouch for that. My grandson's technique is excellent."
Xue Dongsheng immediately chimed in.
"Playing a musical instrument indeed counts as a skill."
Wei Jingzhi nodded to himself, then said, "Let's not assign scores for this one just yet. After everyone else has demonstrated their skills, we'll give scores together."
"There's no need for scoring at all. The winner this time is definitely me. The others have no need to compete."
Cui Yu looked at Wei Jingzhi and said coolly.
"Young man! You are too arrogant! My grandson hasn't even demonstrated his skill yet. How do you know he's not good enough?"
Lv Chuan looked at Cui Yu with displeasure.
"I have a five-point lead over him. That means for this skill, as long as I score more than five points, even if he gets a perfect score, he still won't beat me. Not to mention it's impossible for me to only get five points."
Cui Yu then jumped down from the high platform, landing on the earth below.
He knelt on one knee, placing one hand on the ground.
Just as everyone was wondering what was happening, patterns of a formation flashed into existence around his body.
Seeing this, everyone present was shocked.
"What? This kid knows formations?"
Guo Wenmo's eyes widened in disbelief.
Not just him, everyone present was stunned.
Who among these experts on the high platform didn't know the value of a formation master?
Formation masters were extremely rare. Even a novice formation master would be fought over by major sects.
"No wonder this kid is so arrogant. He actually knows formations!"
Xue Dongsheng clenched his fist tightly. "I originally thought Lv Pinlong would be Jiang Huihui's fiancé. I never expected an unknown nobody to appear out of nowhere."
Lv Pinlong also clenched his fists, his eyes filled with murderous intent. This bastard actually stole my Heaven-grade cultivation method!
Jiang Sheng now let out a deep sigh. There was nothing to be done.
He had already given his word; it was too late to go back on it now.
This Cui Yu was even a formation master. That was a skill worthy of a perfect score.
Although Xu Mu's medical skills were also a good ability, they certainly couldn't compare to a formation master.
Seeing this, Jiang Huihui's eyes reddened.
Xu Mu was indeed outstanding. She had thought he would surely win, but in the end, a formation master had appeared.
"Done! This is a first-level formation, the Thundercloud Formation."
After saying this, Cui Yu stepped out of the formation. "It's a trap formation. Normally, it's invisible, but as soon as something steps into it..."
At this point, he picked up a twig from the ground and tossed it over.
Before the twig even landed, electric arcs appeared in that area.
With a crack, the twig was shattered.
Seeing this, Jiang Huihui was already in despair. It wasn't just for show; this person really knew how to deploy a formation.
"Huihui."
Zhou Shui called softly, looking at Jiang Huihui's reddened eyes.
But Jiang Huihui ignored her mother. Instead, she suddenly stood up and rushed towards Xu Mu.
She grabbed Xu Mu's hand and ran towards the exit of the ruins.
"Girl! You're not going anywhere today!"
Jiang Sheng's figure flickered, blocking Jiang Huihui's path in an instant. He took a deep breath. "A promise made must be kept! I, Jiang Sheng, am not a man who goes back on his word!"
"You made the promise, you marry him!"
Two clear streams of tears had already fallen from Jiang Huihui's eyes.
"Wait, Huihui, why are you crying? The competition isn't over yet, is it?"
Xu Mu looked at Jiang Huihui with curiosity.
"Are you stupid? You have the same score as him. He's already used a formation. Can you beat him?"
Jiang Huihui glared at Xu Mu.
"Yes, I can. It's just a formation."
Xu Mu gave Jiang Huihui a reassuring look.
"Xu Mu, he's a formation master. No matter how strong your medical skills are, your status can't possibly compare to his."
Jiang Sheng shook his head deeply. "Give up."
"I do know medicine, but that's not all I know. However, for this skill of mine, I need some tools. Please give me a little time. I'll be right back."
After saying this, Xu Mu jumped down from the high platform and ran towards the entrance of the ruins.
Not long after, he left the ruins.
"Hmph! Putting on an act. I think he's afraid of losing face and ran away."
Cui Yu crossed his arms, watching the direction where Xu Mu had disappeared.
Jiang Huihui also thought Xu Mu might have run away. She was just about to chase after him when Jiang Sheng grabbed her arm.
"Old man, let me go!"
"Since Xu Mu said he has a way, let's wait and see."
Jiang Sheng said, holding onto Jiang Huihui.
Jiang Huihui snorted coldly. She had plenty of chances to escape later anyway; she wasn't in a hurry.
Just as everyone thought Xu Mu had run off, they saw him reappear at the ruins entrance, carrying a backpack.
"Sorry for the wait."
Xu Mu came to the area below the high platform, casually threw his backpack on the ground, then gathered some twigs from around and placed them beside him.
"Old Chen!"
He called out to Chen Xuan in the distance.
Chen Xuan came over carrying a woven bag, smiling as he asked, "What's up, Brother Mu?"
"Got a light?"
"Yes."
Chen Xuan took a lighter out of the woven bag.
Xu Mu lit the kindling in front of him, then asked again, "Got a bowl?"
"Yes, but it's stainless steel. Porcelain bowls break easily."
Chen Xuan took a stainless steel bowl out of the woven bag.
Xu Mu nodded, then opened his backpack. He took out a small, handmade alchemy furnace, along with some first and second-grade rare herbs and materials.
Seeing this, Wei Jingzhi on the platform trembled, his voice shaking as he said, "Could it be... he's going to refine pills?"
Hearing this, everyone present lost their composure.

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.