Chapter 285: Chapter 271: Evaluation

The crowd hurriedly took action, setting up tents and other items, constructing temporary partitions around.

Zhou Leng said, “Does anyone have Promotion Supplement Pills for Body Refining? I suspect Elder Song needs a lot.”

“I have Great Returning Pills.”

“I have Tongqiao Pills.”

“No Flesh and Blood Potion?”

“No.”

Zhou Leng saw it wasn’t enough, so he took action separately, bought two bottles of Flesh and Blood Potion, plus a Tongqiao Pill, to gather two sets of Promotion Supplement Pills.

Afraid that Song Juesi wouldn’t have enough, Zhou Leng found Zhao Nandi, to borrow medicine from her if necessary.

Strong True Qi surrounded Song Juesi’s body, causing his clothes to swell and tear apart, revealing his robust muscles.

Those True Qi clouds slowly descended onto his skin, forming patches of cloud patterns.

From a distance, Master Wu nodded gently.

The Cloud Pattern Dharma Body, rarely seen in ten thousand years.

These cloud patterns were the fruits of Song Juesi’s cultivation over the years.

His understanding of various Martial Arts had reached the extreme of Divine Communication, thus transforming void into reality, condensing into Cloud Pattern Dharma Law, covering his entire body.

From now on, the deeper Song Juesi’s comprehension of Martial Arts, the stronger his body shall be, with no upper limit.

Years of shackles were refined into armor by Song Juesi.

The crowd discussed in groups, guessing what the cloud patterns were.

After waiting for a while, Song Juesi’s inflated body slowly retracted, his surface turning an unhealthy pale color.

Zhou Leng grabbed the pills and brought them to Song Juesi’s mouth.

Song Juesi opened his eyes, unable even to say thank you, swallowed the Flesh and Blood Potion, Great Returning Pill, and Tongqiao Pill, each one.

His skin and flesh rapidly swelled, with the unhealthy white gradually replaced by the red formed from the pills.

After a quarter of an hour, Song Juesi opened his eyes and took from his Magic Spirit Bag another set of Flesh and Blood Potion, Great Returning Pill, and Tongqiao Pill, swallowing and using them.

Soon, Song Juesi opened his eyes again and asked, “Are there still Promotion Supplement Pills?”

Zhou Leng offered Promotion Supplement Pills for Body Refining, along with several Replenishing Essence Pills, Strengthening Body Pills, and even Leopard Tendon Pills.

Song Juesi, as if eating a meal, swallowed them heartily, his throat rolling continuously, even without drinking water, sending it into his stomach with True Qi.

After consuming three sets of Promotion Supplement Pills, he opened his eyes.

He said helplessly, “Does anyone have Celestial Essence Pills at Grandmaster level? My body is too aged, ordinary pills have minimal effect. Without Celestial Essence Pills, I’m afraid…”

The crowd fell silent, Celestial Essence Pills, fifty million each.

Not only does no one have them, but even if they did, they wouldn’t carry them around.

These pills are not only expensive but also difficult to refine, hard to buy.

Not only here, even in Rucheng, getting them is not quick.

A trace of pain arose in the crowd’s hearts; Elder Song’s body was already aged, and if unable to use Celestial Essence Pills now, remedying it later would be extremely difficult.

Hope had just risen, then suddenly fell.

Zhao Nandi silently took a pill box from her Magic Spirit Bag and handed it to Zhou Leng.

The crowd looked.

Celestial Essence Pill.

The crowd paused, deeply looking at Zhao Nandi and Zhou Leng.

She did not give it directly to Song Juesi.

The crowd sighed silently, Zhao Nandi was too good to Zhou Leng.

Zhou Leng handed it to Song Juesi.

Song Juesi said, “I won’t say thank you for the great favor, I’ll repay you once we’re out.”

After saying this, Elder Song swallowed it in one gulp.

Elder Song’s flesh body seemed like a balloon, swelling suddenly, shattering veins and muscles under the skin.

Under the effect of the Celestial Essence Pill, it rapidly healed and repaired.

Song Juesi’s realm climbed layer by layer.

Early Stage of Body Refining, Mid-Stage Body Refining, Late Stage of Body Refining, reaching the limit.

Song Juesi slowly stood up.

His body no longer felt old, indistinguishable from a young martial artist of thirty or forty.

Except for his graying hair, the skin on his face was notably taut.

Seemingly thirty years younger.

Song Juesi dressed himself, Zhou Leng took out the Demonized Watch to serve as a mirror for him.

Song Juesi paused for a moment, glanced at Zhou Leng and Zhao Nandi, clasping his fist, said, “For the rebirth favor, unforgettable for life.”

The crowd observed Elder Song’s slightly red eyes.

Some people’s noses turned sour.

Elder Song clearly had amazing talent, but since his youth, he had scarcely progressed, experiencing considerable hardship over these years.

This moment was like clouds dispersing and snow melting over mountains.

Zhou Leng said, “Elder Song, no need for formalities, all of this is the result of your own hard work.”

Song Juesi was about to mention that even the ticket was given by Zhou Leng, then smiled, said, “Good days, let’s not talk about those.”

He scanned the crowd, said in a low voice, “Though it cannot be kept secret for long, please help me, not to mention it before reaching Grandmaster.”

“Please rest assured, Elder!”

The crowd had heard about Elder Song’s being harmed.

“Do you have enough Strengthening Body Pills, Elder?”

Song Juesi’s throat rolled, he said slowly, “Over the years, my Magic Spirit Bag has always been stocked with a set of Promotion Supplement Pills for Body Refining, plus a hundred Strengthening Body Pills for the Body Refining Stage.”

The crowd looked at Elder Song, unable to speak for a moment.

Elder Song chuckled, said, “It’s all in the past, it’s all in the past…”

He turned his back on the crowd, bowing slightly.

Many people’s eyes reddened, Zhao Nandi gently wiped the corner of her eyes.

Elder Song turned back with a smile, said, “Good days, let’s not talk about those. After leaving the Ancient River Sect, I invite you all to a feast, no refusals.”

“Yes!”

“Definitely participate!”

“I will not be absent,” said Rao Mingxian.

Everyone agreed one after another.

Master Wu’s voice came through.

“Young lad, remember your responsibility as the senior disciple. Urge the disciples to exchange learning and not neglect their studies.”

Zhou Leng clasped his fist in salute to Master Wu and accepted the order.

Once again gathering the leaders of each group, they held a Q&A session and a lecture session under the suggestion of the Divine Text Expert.

For the Q&A session, ten martial artists would be selected to answer questions from others.

Zhou Leng, Song Juesi, and Zhang Xinglie were selected, with the other seven chosen from other teams.

As the Q&A session began, ten people sat in front of everyone, with Zhao Nandi serving as the host.

Everyone had cultivated for many days, accumulating numerous questions and eagerly raised their hands to ask.

Everyone also noticed the change in Elder Song’s body, increasingly believing in his strength and asked him many questions.

The next most popular was Zhang Xinglie.

The others were questioned about the same amount.

The people from the small group had already asked Zhou Leng too many questions and did not participate this time.

Others didn’t know to what extent Zhou Leng had cultivated, with only a few asking him for advice.

The Q&A session lasted a day, after which many questions began to repeat, and the respondents suggested listening to recordings to avoid repetition.

One person raised his hand and said, “I would like to ask Senior Brother Zhou Leng a question.”

Few genuinely referred to Zhou Leng as Senior Brother, and Zhao Nandi looked at the person, saying, “You may ask.”

The person stood up.

Everyone looked over, seeing an ordinary young man who seemed to be from the military, with nothing remarkable about his appearance, height, or demeanor.

He said, “When I was listening to Senior Brother’s lecture, for some reason, I didn’t feel anything at first, but later I always sensed something peculiar. So I desperately want to know what is unique about Senior Brother Zhou Leng’s lectures?”

The people in the small group looked surprised at this unremarkable person; previously, only Elder Song and Zhang Xinglie had noticed Zhou Leng’s uniqueness.

Zhou Leng naturally couldn’t say he had comprehended the entire lecture. After thinking for a moment, he replied, “This question is also difficult for me to answer. Perhaps it’s my good luck, or maybe it’s just something you uniquely felt. How about this, add me on Martial Faith, and you can contact me later if you have any specific questions.”

“Ah? Okay, thank you, Senior Brother.”

The person happily walked up, using an old hard-shelled phone, and added Zhou Leng on Martial Faith.

Zhou Leng accepted the friend request, glanced at the name, Ren Yuan, an ordinary name for an extraordinary person.

The others only felt puzzled and did not pay too much attention to this seemingly ordinary question and answer.

After the Q&A session, everyone prepared for the lecture session. Five other people, knowing their strength was insufficient, finally only five people came forward to lecture.

Starting with Song Juesi, the five people each took a day to lecture in succession.

Similar to last time, on the first day, there were the most people, but as the content became repetitive, fewer and fewer people listened, opting for recordings instead.

By the time it was Zhou Leng’s turn, one-third of the people were still listening.

At the last lecturer’s turn, only over fifty people remained, and even most of the small group with Zhou Leng had given up on listening to the last two.

As the senior disciple, Zhou Leng persisted in listening to the lectures of the other two individuals.

Through the Q&A and lecture sessions, everyone’s understanding of the “Star Gazing Technique” deepened, enhancing their strength significantly.

During continuous exchanges, everyone realized that the value of this Ancient River Trial far surpassed the Ten Realms Youth Battle.

It indeed was a complete High-Level Civilization Inheritance.

On the third day after the end of the lecture session, Master Wu stood up and summoned Zhou Leng.

“Next, I will conduct an assessment. Since most people don’t understand, we will conduct practical assessments.”

“Everyone exert full effort in meditation and Qi manipulation; I will check your cultivation progress.”

After Zhou Leng conveyed the message, he sat on the ground and began circulating True Qi with everyone else.

In the blink of an eye, Master Wu turned into a shadow, shuttling back and forth among everyone.

As he passed by each person, he lightly tapped their shoulder, carefully investigating the flow of their True Qi.

In just a few seconds, he returned to his original position.

“Alright, you can open your eyes now.”

Zhou Leng stopped cultivating and conveyed this to everyone.

Everyone looked toward Master Wu.

Master Wu glanced at everyone and said, “Now we will carry out the cultivation ranking.”

“First batch, cultivation result, lower level.”

With a wave of his hand, over a hundred white light balls fell, landing on more than a hundred people.

Some of these people showed helplessness, some embarrassment, and others furrowed their brows tightly.

Rao Mingxing lightly bit his teeth, muttering to himself, how did he end up being in the lower tier?

He turned his head and suddenly felt balanced.

Because the people around him all had white lights above their heads.

“You guys, go to the right side.”

Zhou Leng conveyed, and those people went to the right.

“Second batch, intermediate result.”

Master Wu waved his hand again, and countless blue light balls descended, over a hundred people once again.

Those assessed as lower were puzzled, looking at them, many of whom they knew or were even familiar with, with usually no significant differences, how did they get into the intermediate category?

Other than Zhao Nandi, all the Divine Text Experts were among them.

The intermediate disciples gathered together.

“Third batch, advanced result.”

This time, twenty-seven purple light balls fell.

Out of the fifteen in the small group, apart from Zhou Leng, fourteen were included in the advanced category.

Even Zhao Nandi, who hadn’t been cultivating with full effort, was among them.

Ren Yuan, who had added Zhou Leng as a friend, was also in the advanced category.

Rao Mingxing looked at Zhou Leng and the others, noticing Rao Mingxian, with his expression showing slight changes.

Subsequently, he scanned the people around Rao Mingxian and found that all of them had purple lights above their heads.

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