novelraw Chapter 251: True Dragon’s Image
Chapter 251: True Dragon’s Image
That thing, actually weighs five thousand jin.
A group of candidates looked at the Longteng Stele being carried in with reverence.
The stele was respectfully placed right in the center of the North Square.
The stele was just as Xin Lin said, not large; called a stone, it was fully white, with not a single character visible on its body.
"The Longteng Stele was created by the Dragon Ascension Ancestor who summoned a True Dragon and used the True Dragon Breath to condense it. The stele has spirit and can evaluate each candidate’s cultivation. Everyone should proceed in orderly fashion, step forward one by one, and simply channel all of their inner True Qi into the body of the stele," said General Zuo in a deep voice.
The Dragon Ascension Stele, condensed from True Dragon Breath, the ancients sure loved their gimmicks, all this True Dragon Emperor, Dragon Breath, it’s all nonsense, just gimmicks.
Xin Lin sneered inwardly.
Although it’s called Longteng, no one has ever really seen a dragon, not to mention the True Dragon Breath.
Earlier, the Xuan Bird from Qin Mountain, wasn’t it also falsely spread among the people as a phoenix?
Where on earth are there dragons and phoenixes.
After the Longteng Stele was presented, the first candidate already walked forward.
He was dressed simply, with a very nervous expression.
Xin Lin remembered this candidate; his name was Zhang Jun, fifteen years old, from a very poor family. Even the travel expenses to Purple Cloud City were scraped together by his neighbors.
In the written examination, he only received a low-grade score.
If he doesn’t achieve a good result in this Martial Arts Examination, he would probably be too ashamed to face his hometown elders and kinsfolk.
When he saw the Longteng Stele, he staggered on his feet, almost crashing into the stele.
A burst of laughter ensued.
"What a wretch, he must have been scared by the Longteng Stele."
"Disgraceful, just roll back to your countryside, kid."
Jin Chen and his group laughed particularly loudly.
"Silence."
General Zuo shouted angrily, scaring Jin Chen and the others into immediate silence.
"The Longteng Stele is the national protective stele of Longteng, for nearly a thousand years, every Zixiao Palace Exam has been assessed by the Longteng Stele, and those who do not dare to touch the stele do not deserve to be called Longteng people."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Jun straightened his spine, walked forward, raised his palm, and placed it on the Longteng Stele.
"Peak of Martial Master, Mid-grade Talent."
Xin Lin eagerly watched the stele, waiting to see how the "spiritual position" would assess.
A cold voice drifted to her ears.
Truly a marvel, the Pride Corpse actually came to spectate the Martial Arts Examination.
Xin Lin sneakily reached to pull out a Sealing Spirit Talisman.
"I told you not to get too close to her, but you just won’t listen."
Gui Hu said coldly.
"Did Ziyue dig up your ancestor’s grave, or does she owe you a million, that you target her at every turn?"
Xin Lin retorted with a curl of her lip.
"Not of your clan, bound to invite calamity."
Gui Hu said something inexplicably.
Not of my clan, you’re not of my clan either, yet I have to deal with you every day.
Xin Lin grumbled.
At that moment, a light shone on the Dragon Ascension Stele.
A line of characters appeared on the stele.
"Peak of Martial Master, Mid-grade Talent."
Did it actually turn out just as the Pride Corpse’s cursed mouth predicted?
Xin Lin was startled.
"Zhang Jun, fifteen years old, Martial Arts Examination result: Middle."
General Zuo nodded his head and signaled the next candidate to come forward.
Achieving a middle result in the Martial Arts Examination meant that even if Zhang Jun couldn’t enter the Qingtian Academy, he would be eligible to make a living in Purple Cloud City or join the military. For someone from a poor family like him, it was indeed good news.
Zhang Jun, as if relieved of a heavy burden, showed a hint of a smile on his face.
The second candidate quickly stepped forward and, just like Zhang Jun, infused True Qi into the Longteng Stele, and a line of characters appeared.
"Martial Arts Apprentice, Low Grade Talent."
The third one... the fourth one...
General Zuo watched as the results appeared successively on the stele, his brow furrowing slightly, seeming like among this batch of candidates, it’s unlikely anyone will be able to evoke the "True Dragon’s Image."