11. College Allocation Test (Part 3)
His original plan was to tamper with the test when the girl chose her college, publicly humiliate her, and make her want to bury herself in a hole.
Specifically, if she chose spiritual arts, he would use a Spirit Sealing Talisman to temporarily block her spiritual energy. If she chose martial skills, he would use a Fist-Weakening Powder, a poison that temporarily reduced one’s physical strength.
If she chose talismans or forging, he would give her a pile of seemingly normal but actually useless materials, forcing her to choose the West Courtyard, which was under the influence of Ye Ao Daoist Mountain, where she would suffer.
But who would have thought she would claim to be an all-rounder, proficient in everything?
This completely disrupted his plan. He was speechless, and it was only after Gong Yiling prompted him that he finally reacted.
“How about I punch you? You can feel for yourself whether it’s a spiritual art or a martial skill.”
“Fine… wait, what did you just say—”
Gong Yiling didn’t give him a chance to finish.
She threw a punch and sent him flying. Lei Che, watching from the sidelines, flinched as if he had been punched himself.
“What!?” Elder Chong-fang was stunned.
He had been conducting these tests for years and had never encountered such an arrogant disciple. And even more shockingly, his own disciple, also at the Profound Void realm, was sent flying by a single slap?
“Well, you’re not as weak as that loser Lei Che, are you?”
Gong Yiling looked at the man embedded in the wall and shrugged. “I thought you were something special.”
The man, after struggling to free himself, almost spat out blood.
However, his face wasn’t as bruised as Lei Che’s. She had shown some mercy.
Or rather, it was a warning.
“Where do you want to go!?”
The man asked, gritting his teeth.
“My arms and legs are so slender. I’ll go to the North Courtyard.”
The man tossed her the North Courtyard uniform and room key without another word, then said calmly, “Next.”
He didn’t need to keep targeting her.
Since they were all together, if one was difficult to deal with, he would just move on to the next.
As for the next one…
“Name.”
“Yan Chuyue.”
“Where do you want to go?”
“I’m a physician.”
“I asked where you want to… what!?”
The man’s eyes almost popped out.
What the hell? A physician?
A physician who dared to announce her profession here must be capable of treating not just common ailments, but also cultivation-related illnesses.
He couldn’t possibly tamper with such a thing.
“If you need proof,” Yan Chuyue, taking advantage of his shock, quickly took his pulse and said, “uh… your dual cultivation technique seems a bit different. If you usually cultivate with men, your innate yin energy would be stronger than—”
“Stop!”
He quickly stopped her.
This girl was the real deal.
He did indeed have a problem with his cultivation technique, needing to cultivate with someone with strong yang energy, but he himself was straight, which made it a rather embarrassing issue.
And now this secret was being exposed.
He had lost this round completely.
“Where do you want to go?”
“The North Courtyard,” Yan Chuyue said without hesitation. “I want to learn some spiritual arts to complement my medical skills.”
“Go, go, go.”
Next was Chun Lian.
“You—”
Before he could finish, Chun Lian quickly drew a bunch of scribbles on the talisman paper he had prepared, which was supposed to block the user’s spiritual energy.
—Finally, I can trap someone!
A sinister smile appeared on the man’s lips.
He would make this cute-looking girl pay for all his humiliation.
Sorry, but you’re—
“Ribbit, ribbit, ribbit.”
The man spoke, then realized something was wrong.
He looked at the girl, who now seemed to tower over him, his eyes filled with shock.
Of course, the talisman’s effect didn’t last long, disappearing after two seconds, but that didn’t lessen his shock.
What the hell was going on!?
Wasn’t this talisman paper supposed to be defective? Even a talisman master wouldn’t be able to activate it.
But how did this girl do it!?
“Look at his expression. The paper must have been tampered with.” Yan Chuyue, having already received her uniform, patted Gong Yiling’s shoulder. “How did Chunhuai do that?”
“It’s a one-way spiritual energy blocking paper, often used for setting traps.” Gong Yiling crossed her arms, smiling. “But Chunhuai’s talisman art doesn’t use her own spiritual energy. It uses her mental power.”
“Mental power?”
This was another area of the author’s knowledge gap. She hadn’t created such a convoluted concept—everything about Chun Lian could be attributed to supplementary settings (System: Yes, it’s AI-generated).
However, Yan Chuyue had never seen Chun Lian cultivate. The girl felt like an ordinary person.
If she used mental power to draw talismans, not spiritual energy, then that would explain it.
“Without the involvement of spiritual energy, the paper’s negative effects are useless. Even if Chunhuai drew a hundred more, it would be the same.”
Gong Yiling said, her voice filled with confidence in her disciple, making Yan Chuyue look at her with interest.
This Gong Yiling, she was both Gong Yiling and not Gong Yiling. Strange and mysterious.
As for the disciple in charge of the test, he felt that accepting this task was a huge mistake.
He had just wanted to follow his master’s instructions and cause some trouble, but now, not only had he failed, but he had also made a fool of himself, even questioning his own sanity.
“Where do you want to go?” The young man rubbed his forehead, just wanting to get rid of these people. He couldn’t handle them.
“Isn’t it obvious? The North Courtyard, of course!”
“You’re not going to the South Courtyard? You’re going to the North Courtyard?”
“Uh…” Chun Lian pouted and mumbled, “Isn’t it all the same? Only Master can teach Chun Lian anyway…”
“What did you say?”
“Yes,” Chun Lian replied confidently, raising her voice several times louder, so that everyone in the plaza could hear. “The people in the South Courtyard can’t teach me.”
